Memories Best Forgotten
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As I sit before my family and recount what I can of this journey, my mind wanders a bit, trying to grasp at memories that I am not sure I wish to remember. My heart still races when I think of it. I am the lucky one of the group that left upon this quest and saw it through to the end. My eyes havent seen what others have and yet my mind doesnt wish to recall them, I cannot imagine how the others dealt with what they saw. To see the face of a paladin pale at the mere mention of what happened and to see a priest so devoted to his faith and so sure of himself not meet my gaze, it may have been a blessing that I fell, that I was spared the image that so burdens thier minds.
The scar is the only sure thing I know of our trip, I have tried to remove it, yet it stays, resists the healing, it is a mark to remind me of what we did. I have tried my best throughout all the battles I have faced to not get my body scarred, and when I was injured, I simply healed the wounds before they could scar over. Yet I look upon this one and know it menas something, I am not disgusted by it, in a way I am proud of it. Although I am not sure why.
I was restless, the war was upon us and the elections were still going on. I simply wished to clear my head, so I agreed to accompany this elf named Lwyn on a journey to find some key….simple enough in my mind. Find the key and then go to save her priestess. Sounded to me like some grand adventure....one that a knight would embark upon, find the key, save the damsel in distress...I know now that this wasn't a fairy tale adventure, it would become something that will plague my thoughts for a long time to come.
The memories are vague at best of what truely happened when we left, some I see clearly and other parts are blank in my head. I remember travelling to the foothills...Lwyn needed the key, she said it was in one of the caves. Easy enough to kill some kobolds...I had done it many times before. Little did I know that the kobolds seemed to enjoy thier little treasure quite a bit. Never before have I seen so many in one area, the mages and tougher soldiers....the sneaks walked right past us all and placed traps all over. so many traps, to many to count.
Although we moved slow, some traps were to well disguised, we simply walked over them. That dwarf was angering me so much, he kept walking ahead and setting off traps, draining my strength in healing him. The legion needs to keep better control of thier soldiers, the Captain Elrien ordered him to stay back and still he proceeded. It made me wish we had some Defenders or Seafarers Guards there, they knew how to follow orders, they were disciplined. The others were well enough, the elf Lwyn simply wished to continue, the Keeper laid kobolds to waste with her spells. The soldiers held the line bravely at most times...I tended to whatever wounds I could as we went.
Finally, we came upon the area that held that singing kobold, traps lined the rocks leading in so we instead turned around and headed the other way, there were to many to get past and the mages had good positions to hit us with thier spells. Strangely enough, the other way was easier than the first, a few fighters and some mages, dealt with quite easily, it reminded me of a trap I fell inot once before in the hag cave when travelling with Miss Nicahh. I could have simply turned back then and went back to the city, my mind was cleared and I was in a good mood, but I gave my word. I had to see this through to the end. I am a man of my word, contrary to what many believe of my family in the city.
(to be continued)
