Times seems to have flown faster than intended since my last letter. As you know I set off a month ago to see what kind of aid I could lend the people of the border towns during this awful conflict. Now I find myself in the company of two of our former sponsored orphans, an eager gnome, and a lost and confused soul in need of guidance as I once was. Shizukata and Velos have found themselves like many as mercenaries in this misguided war. Perhaps that’s why I was called to this land to look over them.
Or perhaps I was called here to look over this chivalry filled gnome. to make sure the fire in him doesn’t pull him into an unwinnable encounter, or a severe social faux pas. Ferrar is the one I’m most worried for. There is a kindness there, but it is hidden behind a guise that I can’t totally break through. Words written on arms, mutterings under breaths, looking for answers in strange places. Perhaps this is what might’ve befallen me without the guidance of you and lymnieris. I pray this one can find the answers he seeks.
As strange a troupe as we make we we’re tasked with escorting a book discovered in a local ancient ruin to the city of Sand Bridge after we settled a task involving a missing group of mercenaries. I shall never get used to the heat of our landscape, especially in metal armor. Riding on horseback across the sands we made our way there. Late in the 3rd night we we’re attack by a large scorpion, luckily the gnome was able to call out a warning to us in time and quick work from his charge and Shizukata’s sword the scorpion fell near instantly. The victory was short lived as not even moments after the kill blow fell a trio of the creatures burrowed from under the ground. Ferrar attacked one so fiercely with his weapon that he broke his weapon in the process. I was able to get to one of the beasts and score a hit though unarmored I found myself desperately trying to keep the pincers and tail from finding purchase on my body. I was lucky that Ferrar came over swinging the haft of his weapon at one side of the scorpion distracting it as it struck out at me glancing off my shield. Using this momentum I was able to strike true and fell the beast.
Luckily we made it through the event relatively unscathed. 2 days later we would find ourselves not quite so lucky. While traveling we heard a shout of alarm from Shizukata as a giant scorpion the size of a market square burrowed it’s way out from the sand. I ran in crossbow in hand and took a shot, but couldn’t tear my eyes from Shizukata’s engagement with the beast and my bolt went wide. The gnome charged in on his lizard mount bravely engaging the beast only to be sliced nearly in two by one claw and clasped unconscious in the other. A calmness washed over my as I charged in drawing Morning’s Light. I charged through the beasts reach taking a huge gash down my shoulder and side that nearly dropped me where I stood, but seeing the gnomes unconscious body being strangled in the other pincer I pushed through the momentum of the blow and slashed true through taking the whole limb from the beast. Luckily I wasn’t too late and was able to discharge healing energies into the gnome and with the assistance of Ferrar producing a potion of healing we we’re able to arose the gnome.
So close…. I was so close to not being fast and strong enough to save another one. Gellantara after all my training I’m still so weak. If I can’t stop such an awful blow from being struck to one of my companions what good am I? I need to learn to be faster, stronger, and grow my faith. I won’t let anyone be taken from me. I’ll keep fighting for them till my dying breath. I’ll put my own life on the line to protect those around me. If I can be their shield then my life has had meaning. Shizukata has a gentleness behind her fire that needs to be protected, Velos a youthfulness, (Gnome name here) a desire to help others, and Ferrar most of all. Something is there behind the madness if I can help lift it from him.
Lymnieris will guide my actions and I will come out stronger through these trials. I pray this letter finds you and the orphanage well.