Journal of a Wolf
Chapter 2
AN
Well I'm back again, hope you guys are liking this.
Well enjoy.
I had intended to wait to post this later, but I decided why not, its done why not just post it now. so I did.
I own very little of this, and I don't lay claim to anything but what I have created.
So, I guess this is my second entry. Couldn't sleep at all... I guess I was lost in the past. Going over the dragon and everything, wondering what the hell I could have done differently. Not only did I lose most of the magical enchanted armor and relics of great power, I also was the sole survivor, and barely even.
Since it worked so well last time, at least for a bit and for a few things, I guess I will do the same for that. So, here is the story of the time I killed a dragon.
It's well past dawn and I'm still lying in bed, trying to sleep off the drinking I did last night. Something important, I almost have it... Oh, it's my birthday. Or well it was... yesterday. Everything hurts; guess I may have indulged a tad bit too much.
The door is thrown open and I hear movement. Someone's moving things about, and lighting the fire... Crap, looks like it's time to wake up.
I pull myself out of the bed and stumble over to the door. I walk into the main room of my small house and see Ashei going around and cooking something, looking completely unaffected by the night of drinking, no less.
"Oh, look who's finally up. I had time to run into town and grab some food before you even awoke. Guess your advanced age is making it hard for you to recover from these nights of drinking, yeah? Oh, and there's some mail on the table, don't know from who, some courier dropped it off. No name on it, no nothing... it's pretty thick though. Sit down and read, old man; food should be done soon."
I grumble as I sit down. Old man indeed. I could still kick her ass around the house and all the way to town, if I had to. Tearing open the envelope, I pull out the sheets of paper. I read it over once quickly before going back to the start.
"Well shit, listen to this," I begin before reading it off.
Wolf,
Yes, I know your name, I figured that out finally. My name is Augustus Lor. We worked together on a job once, and you impressed me so much that I feel required to pass on this invitation from my new employer. He has found the keystone to the ancient city of Orndar, lost for several hundred years and locked because of a dragon that has taken residence in the city. I sent this invitation early so that it may reach you and give you time to come here. There is an even split of loot at the end and a payment of a thousand sovereigns if there is no way to reach the city. I extend to you this invitation- please, join our number. You are the best warrior I know, and without you, our cause shall fail.
Augustus Lor
"And the rest is a five-page letter about terms and conditions and rules. All in this tiny script." I consider this momentarily. "Hmm... I remember him. Fairly excitable and passionate Paladin. Good guy, smart too; most Paladins devote themselves to some holy cause such as freeing all the slaves in the world, or hunting down criminals and killing corrupt leaders and the such, but Lor made his to slay evil wherever it hides, which means he both has a cause and a job as a monster hunter. Though this Villiginus Pentamus is a name I don't know. Sounds foreign, and like the guy is some stuck up highborn who entertains himself with searching for gold and slaying petty criminals so that he can return home and lie about his exploits to try to gain more power and favor."
I hate people like that, and my voice sounds disgusted by it, even to me.
"So, when do we leave?" she asks.
"There is no we," I tell her. "I'm sorry Ashei, but this is way too dangerous to even think about bringing you with me. That, and there's only one spot left, from what the letter says. Go back and take care of your father. If I survive, I will come and find you and we can start working together again. Please don't make this any harder than it already is. Hell, as soon as I can, I'll send you a letter, and you can tell me where to meet you."
She can barely look me in the eye as we eat, and my only relief comes when I go into my room to change. I hear her leave and feel a tiny bit of me die. I garb myself in the best armor I have, and I grab a half-dozen good weapons. Then I gather all the supplies and stick them into a magically expanding backpack I had stolen from a necromancer some years ago. I leave my deck behind with a small letter and a parting gift.
I fully didn't expect to survive. So I left something that I should have given her a long time ago, but I had only just figured out how it worked. It was called a Bloodstone, and it could be used for either bad things such as curses and hexes, or for powerful healing. She said her father never was in good health, and most of our money was spent on getting her father different "Miracle" cures. Suffice to say, none worked… but I hope this will.
I'm dressed for the cold; it's only fall, but I expect to be gone for a long time, and the city is supposed to be in the mountains, and very cold. So... this will be fun.
I walk out and grab my horse, or well, my current one. Criminals love to kill my horses, or they fall prey to some monster. Hopefully this one doesn't go the same way.
Two months and three horses and I'm finally here, on the last day they are staying before leaving through a ley gate to get closer. Probably should have hired a mage to teleport me, but I thought I could walk and it would be easy. Big mistake.
I go into the inn that the invitation talked about and immediately see the people who probably are in the group.
Three dwarves. An elf with a bow. Five human mercenaries, swords and bows and chain mail, almost as if it's a uniform. Lor sitting off to the side. A gaudy dressed wizard, pointy hat and staff and all. A druid- surprising to see a druid anywhere but deep in a primal forest. A tall dark figure clad in midnight-black plate mail and with a black hood over his head. Red eyes are all that are visible under it, so either a void knight, a death knight, or an Accursed, though probably a void knight since the other two would have killed everyone around or sucked the souls out of them. And finally a tall slim elf, who has to be at least half human, as no full blood elf has blue eyes, or if they do then I have never seen or heard of a full blood elf having blue eyes. Every other color, but not blue. That's not the only reason I look at her; wearing skintight leather armor with daggers, combined with her form, and well that's a beautiful sight indeed. Not that I give a damn... mind on the money, not on the body.
I introduce myself to the wizard and settle down to eat the meal placed in front of me. Lor and I talk for a bit and then I retire to my room early to sleep, as I feel sleep will be hard to come by.
Words elude me. Any further and my mind grows dim. I fear that until I dream again, nothing more will come from this. Until any more comes, I may just turn this into a log of interesting and memorable events that happen. But I guess I should continue this; it does aid my rest, and as of late, I could use that… certain things that have happened in my past have convinced me that dreams can be the herald of prophecy, and my dreams as of late have been unclear. Until another good subject comes to light that I may write about, this shall be at an end.
Sir Kinnix Wolf of Hyrule
AN
Well, I just realized that all of my normal line breaks don't transfer over to ff, so now I have to go back and fix all the things that didn't actually get left in...
Well I hope you all enjoyed this, please tell me what you think, because I hope to learn more and become a much better author.
Cheers
Wolf