3. Maero Hiltold

Maero Hiltold


  • All of the first few pages have been ripped out but one. It is faded and seems to be written a long time ago, the writing is scratchy, rushed and looks like a child had written it.

    My parents are dead, my new parents are dead, the neighbours are dead, the nice couple in the caravan are dead. I am in a prison cell…I just want this all to end. Please, end, end, end. I’ll be killed. Dead. Like them. I didn’t kill my parents. I didn’t. tear drops hide some of the following text I may –- and the first --- ----- blood it was...beautiful. I can change this, control myself...I need to escape. Wasting time in the book. Wasting. Wasting.

    the rest of the page is torn off


  • Snakes. Why the FARK don’t they just get rid of em all? I have a theory, guy who runs the boat in Oscura, the one who’s always singing about pirates, he gets them and puts them in the entrance so short folk like me who have trouble with the snakes have to pay.

    Yes, I got half-eaten by snakes. I’d been through there like…five times but they all managed to surround me. I stood in that Fugee place singing to myself, praying and crying. I was all “Just a city boy! Born’n raised in south Peltarch!” when I woke up, starkers, laying at Daveths feet.

    You can guess how embarrassing it was. Luckily Daveth is a legend and he let me off playing the full res price, gotta love that guy, so generous.
    Squeak gave me some armour to borrow until I find something better, all I gotta do it help her collect skins for her crafting and whatnot.

    Keeping it brief because Squeak is telling a story and some woman in red is drilling my ear while I’m trying to write this crap.

    -Maero Hiltold


  • Flipping through to the current date, you find some more recent text

    I guess I should start writing in this darned book since I moved out to Narfell! Ha! This place is so darn hectic. I met I nice guy named Daveth, he helped me a lot, trained me, took me out killing and then told me some places to get some good gear.

    Oh, and the MOPES. How can so many people be so mopy! It’s like I just walked into a gods darned funeral, but all the time. One mope in particular, Arlan, is a jerk. Jerk, jerk, jerk. Can’t even take me out killing. Whatever. He can go mope some more, haha.

    Went out to the scaarryy caves too. Val took Squeak and I mining. We were doing so well until we had to lug the ore back out the caves and Squeak took a hit…I felt kinda bad that I didn’t get there to help her...but she did drag me over mud and rocks and sit me on a sundial while I was bleeding to death. I returned the favour and dragged her body back to Oscura, she didn’t seem to thrilled, though. Val is nice.

    Been practicing my Elven, too. “ <elf>I like to punch cows” . Hahahah. Also met Loc and some guys in the Banshee’s Delight this morning, those guys were cool. That Lou got her whip out, though...I’ve been thinking of joining his little adventure group, The “Youngbloods” but I don’t want to be rude and just ask him, I should prove myself worthy and get invited.

    Well...Aight aight...Maero Hiltold...ssiigggnniinngg off.</elf>