When I signed up for this quest, I was prepared for days of endless adventure. With brigands around every corner and damsels in distress in every town.
We have had some interesting encounters to be sure. But the only “civilization” that we have seen is the trading post. And one isolated cabin that belongs to a creepy guy named Boken. We came upon Boken’s hut while exploring, and he’s apparently into crafting potions and elixers. He’s not so much into social interactions. I’m pretty sure that he’s a witch, and he gives me the wiggins when I’m near him. My last relationship with a witch ended badly, and I’m not anxious to form any kind of friendship with this one. While I am a shapeshifter, I prefer to limit my shapes to my natural form and my human one. My new companions seem to have no such reservations.
We’ve explored a pretty big chunk of the lands that we have been assigned to. The number of towns and cities we’ve discovered? 0. The number of beautiful young maidens we’ve seen? Also 0. Despite these disappointments, my companions are quite entertaining. There’s the free halfling and his pet wolf. Or maybe the wolf and his servant the halfling. I’m not sure. There’s also a cleric with a personality crisis. Remember the game we played as children called Siren’s Throne? It seems to be kind of like that, except when the music stopped everyone threw themselves into the throne at the same time. The throne in this case just happens to be our cleric. He apparently has some fey personalities. Possibly a necromancer. We aren’t totally sure. But he argues with himself often.
Our other spellcaster claims to have been abducted by fey for a decade. He has some really strange powers – including the power to heal.
Then there’s the half-orc that is far too serious for his own good. He’s also very serious about his killing. He needs to learn to lighten up a little.
Anyway, my companions make travel entertaining enough.
We met a couple of fey – a grig and a pseudodragon – and we befriended them. They had killed a hunter for crossing them, but it sounds like he kind of had it coming. They seemed to enjoy the fact that I’m hiding my true form from those I’m traveling with.
I also have an owlbear claw now. Why do I have an owlbear claw? Because an owlbear attacked us and tried to crush me in its most unwelcome embrace. My companions managed to take it down before it broke all of my ribs. But I’m keeping a claw for my trouble.
The fey were able to give us a lot of information. We know where another bandit camp is, where we can find the corrupted temple that has a “mean bear” guardian, and the location of a warm spring.
There’s a lot of wilderness – primarily plains with a little bit of forest. We had an opportunity to take down four wild boars, which left us with some really delicious bacon.