Chapter Three
Dariana couldn't help grinning even as the reaver yipped its death throes. She was really here, really doing it! Here in the Karanas, destroying unnatural beings, exploring, and even occasionally taking a moment to stop and fish. Indeed, this was the life. Friends and adventure.
She paused though, to cross her arms disapprovingly and "take a break" when the scout brought back a lion to kill. She'd told the party over and over that she would aid in the death of an animal only if one of their lives were in great danger... and then reluctantly, for they deserved it for attacking the animal in the first place. Killing bears particularly upset her.
Later, she sat with her back against a tree along the bank of the Serpent River, and scribed a letter home to her parents.
Dearest Mother and Father,
I am here on the far Eastern plains of the Karanas, where much adventure is to be had. I have a group of... I guess we are friends, now... that I regularly adventure with.
Mary is an odd little dwarven woman. Most dwarven women are a little strange, but Mary... I don't know, perhaps I just need to know her well. She is most skilled with a dagger however, and she can pick the pockets of our prey without their even realizing it!
Another dwarf in our party is a cleric. A funny little man, though his devotion to Brell is unquestioned.
Gellafanda and Steffana are elves of Felwithe, a cleric and an enchanter. Though they take every opportunity to tease me, they can always be counted on to save our party when trouble arises.
Oh, and there is also a Barbarian man named Thinor. He is nice.
She paused at this point, nibbling on a berry and wondering what else to write about Thinor. She longed to tell her mother just how handsome and noble he was, but was afraid that if she said any more, her father would also figure out her feelings, and that would never do! The last thing she needed was Father finding some excuse to go back to Qeynos, and while-I'm- there-I'll-just-check-up-on-Sha'lein. She decided to leave the words as they were.
All of the members of our party have also taken up a craft of some kind. Believe it or not, I am becoming a brewer! Not to worry, I have not become a drunken sot... I do not like being out of control of myself so I never drink my concoctions, but they have been well received by others. And besides, it is fun to create beverages out of nature's bounty! Of course, there are other uses for my skill; I have found quite a market in tailors needing certain mixtures to cure their linens. I know of several brewers that are working on magical recipes, too – infusions that someday will magically enhance physical and mental attributes and performance. Do not worry if I am in need of money, for I am not; my trade and my adventures are providing adequate income.
I hope this letter finds you both well, and the trees of Faydark happy.
Your loving daughter,
~ Dari
(OOC: All character names are used here with permission from their owners.)
Dariana couldn't help grinning even as the reaver yipped its death throes. She was really here, really doing it! Here in the Karanas, destroying unnatural beings, exploring, and even occasionally taking a moment to stop and fish. Indeed, this was the life. Friends and adventure.
She paused though, to cross her arms disapprovingly and "take a break" when the scout brought back a lion to kill. She'd told the party over and over that she would aid in the death of an animal only if one of their lives were in great danger... and then reluctantly, for they deserved it for attacking the animal in the first place. Killing bears particularly upset her.
Later, she sat with her back against a tree along the bank of the Serpent River, and scribed a letter home to her parents.
Dearest Mother and Father,
I am here on the far Eastern plains of the Karanas, where much adventure is to be had. I have a group of... I guess we are friends, now... that I regularly adventure with.
Mary is an odd little dwarven woman. Most dwarven women are a little strange, but Mary... I don't know, perhaps I just need to know her well. She is most skilled with a dagger however, and she can pick the pockets of our prey without their even realizing it!
Another dwarf in our party is a cleric. A funny little man, though his devotion to Brell is unquestioned.
Gellafanda and Steffana are elves of Felwithe, a cleric and an enchanter. Though they take every opportunity to tease me, they can always be counted on to save our party when trouble arises.
Oh, and there is also a Barbarian man named Thinor. He is nice.
She paused at this point, nibbling on a berry and wondering what else to write about Thinor. She longed to tell her mother just how handsome and noble he was, but was afraid that if she said any more, her father would also figure out her feelings, and that would never do! The last thing she needed was Father finding some excuse to go back to Qeynos, and while-I'm- there-I'll-just-check-up-on-Sha'lein. She decided to leave the words as they were.
All of the members of our party have also taken up a craft of some kind. Believe it or not, I am becoming a brewer! Not to worry, I have not become a drunken sot... I do not like being out of control of myself so I never drink my concoctions, but they have been well received by others. And besides, it is fun to create beverages out of nature's bounty! Of course, there are other uses for my skill; I have found quite a market in tailors needing certain mixtures to cure their linens. I know of several brewers that are working on magical recipes, too – infusions that someday will magically enhance physical and mental attributes and performance. Do not worry if I am in need of money, for I am not; my trade and my adventures are providing adequate income.
I hope this letter finds you both well, and the trees of Faydark happy.
Your loving daughter,
~ Dari
(OOC: All character names are used here with permission from their owners.)