Pilate
Legends of Kronia
9-12-05
This strange land is filled with oddities. My travels have taken me far, and this is no more similar to anything I have known before. It is a land of strange caves that lead to other worlds, and of cities perched on the edge of illusion. Cities in the middle of a vast plain, with no centrality or theme, with empty shops, a land of ghost towns and vagrant birds and monkeys.
Indeed, the monkeys may be the strangest. For as I set upon this land, the animals surrounded me, and hardly did I see another soul, save for the small dragonmen who wandered about aimlessly, and their guardians who although they claimed they were to protect the dragonmen, when I noticed the dragonmen in danger, they merely watched, a glaze of contentment on their faces as if they had nothing better to do.
I remember walking through a grove of trees and coming upon a curious ground in which I saw a madman slaying these so-called guardians and their dragons. There was a certain gleam in his eye, which I have not seen for a long time in my wanderings. He was intent on his job, of killing, but as to what purpose, I do not know. The guardians and their dragons kept coming, but hardly could they protect themselves against this fiend.
I quickly departed that area and went to the docks, in order to buy myself a ticket off this strange land, but the dockmaster wanted such an exorbitant amount of money, I could not pay him. I then asked him if he needed any help, but he replied that he had enough sailors on board, but he did tell me to try in the local caves to see if the my work of professional rare hunting might come of some consequence.