#26
The entry first looks scrawled and very smudged. Something stains the paper - it looks brown. This particular entry is slipped in between some of the others - she was perhaps behind on some writing.
If I ever drink again, I hope the earth swallows me whole. I experienced what Grynda calls a hangover. It’s absolutely miserable - your head aches and spins - your belly gurgles and I felt ready to vomit constantly. But.. my kodo needed feeding and care, and that bath house needed tending. Grynda though, was as ever, such a supportive friend. She gave me broth to sip - it was so soothing. Bone broth she called it. Frundl suggested some lighter beer, ‘hair of the warg’ he said. I politely declined - to his humor. But wow! so much has happened!
We - Routledge and I -went out on the drake hunt I mentioned before. It started off so.. so amazing, going out on a hunt with a new friend. If I haven’t mentioned before, he’s a handsome human we met here at Valdisdall. We left walking on clouds!
We set out of Valdisdall - I was told I couldn’t take Bhenta or Tusok, so I left them at the shared camp I help Grynda and Frundl with. Frundl knew what was required, and promised to mind them. So we ended up in this ridged area - drakes all around. Some were so big! But they looked way, way too much for us - we selected a smaller drake on the fringes of the region. He was all puffy and loud - I drew him in with a an arrow to the jaw- I had hoped for the eye, but it worked. It was on us in an instant! Routy was- he was amazing! Swinging his swords around, matching it bellow for bellow! It was a beautiful beast - a brilliant blue-purple colour, with crackling energy along it’s scales. Oh but it was pissed - I managed an eye shot, and Routledge worked it’s neck with his words and strength.
How he worked at it - keep it busy as I struggled to get a shot in. It was clever - and so quick! It lashed out with a forepaw. Never before have I been so thankful I was wearing armor - I suffered some broken ribs that I didn’t feel until later. I took a risky step, cutting off a toe that opened it up for Routy to make this amazing attack - he plunged his swords in it’s chest - wow, took the bite right out of it as it bled out in it’s own chest. Really, there was so much blood - I think Grynda would have been proud. I mean, don’t let us get in to an argument - he’s so intense when he’s all riled up!
Unfortunatly, I was injured and we took pains to walk back home - It was a searing pain, and breathing was so hard. Each step felt like it took *forever*. Curiously, some weird bird came out of the sky on our way home. It was large, red-brown in colour with weird eyes and trinkets hanging from it. Routledge called out to it, calling it a druid. Now the only time I encountered a druid, it was a bear that talked - clearly I need to find out more because it went from bird to a tauren like me. Routy asked her for help - for healing. Now, I know the body heals, over time. But I promise you, I didn’t like this woman. She smelled different, she tried touching me and worse still, she waves a hand and I fell asleep. Unnatural!
I admit though, I was.. I was unkind to them both. I woke up, and my injuries were gone. I was scared - that’s never happened before. I felt exhausted and terrified, so I walked away. I was healed, so I returned to the drake, picking off scales for this armor Grynda was certain I should have. I pulled scaled, toes, toe bones and teeth. It was sort of theraputic, working in silence after so much action. Ugh.
Routy arrived a while after I did - he’s respectful. I think he spent time talking to that 'druid’, but thankfully he didn’t press me for words. We walked home with heavy bags and just a load of exhaustion. I should also mention it was muggy, and it was raining most of the time. Soaked all over! But we arrived - Valdisdall was thankfully quiet. Grynda though, she saw us, giving such a holler - I felt as though I might melt. But she was excited. I knew I should have been happy - but this overwhelming feeling of just, panic came over me. I departed, hiding in my tent a while - It’s never been this bad. The urge to weep and run off was so strong - I’m grateful no one followed me. I don’t fully understand why that happens, but it does sometimes.
Eventually, it stopped, and I made my way to the bathhouse. This bath house - Frundl, Grynda and I made it a few weeks ago. It’s pretty soothing - it has a big tub, with a smaller spot for hot rocks to go. You sprinkle them with water to make it steamy in there, and add hot rocks to the tub to warm that water. And it’s dark, and quiet - so soothing. I was bathing and Routy walked in! I mean, I wasn’t offended, just surprised. People usually knock before they enter.
Bathing with others isn’t a bad thing though - but wow. The tension was - it was intense. We spoke of the days efforts - and maybe we ended up enjoying each others company a bit.
It was- it was nice! I feel safe with Routledge. I’m sure Vik'wa will scold me for moving too fast - but I won’t mind. It felt right. I really wonder if he’ll linger. Tahalem just sort of stopped writing. That felt disappointing, but whatever. I guess mates just come and go.
Afterwards, we ended up at camp and wow! Vrykul are serious when it comes to parties. Frundl had a barrel of beer out, measts and a stew were being made, people hollering - the energy was amazing. Everyone loaded us up on beer that I really enjoyed this time. They brought me my bags - I asked Routy to be part of this - telling the story and showing off the scales, the teeth and claws. Everyone sounded so excited. I could already tell some wished to trade for claws. But I plan on saving some of the teeth and claws for Routledge - will he wear them, I wonder?
Grynda brought out these things for tattooing - two sticks and some ink in a small clay pot. She spoke of having met the dragon and come through it changed. I suppose I felt.. I felt something. Optimism? a sense of accomplishment? Maybe that’s it - It was the largest beast I’ve ever been part to bringing down. So the rest of that night is uh. Hazy - I know people made sure I was well supplied with beer as I got my hand tattoo - and eventually there may have been some wrestling near a fire. Grynda says I kicked some asses, and got my own ass kicked. “A good night” she called it, all in good humor. But I woke up in bed - in my tent - with Routy beside me, with the worst feeling in my life. But - oof, I had to leave him there. Camp needed tending, as did my kodo. All in all though, I’d say it was a good hunt, and a great evening. I’m happy with what transpired.
If I ever drink again, I hope the earth swallows me whole. I experienced what Grynda calls a hangover. It’s absolutely miserable - your head aches and spins - your belly gurgles and I felt ready to vomit constantly. But.. my kodo needed feeding and care, and that bath house needed tending. Grynda though, was as ever, such a supportive friend. She gave me broth to sip - it was so soothing. Bone broth she called it. Frundl suggested some lighter beer, ‘hair of the warg’ he said. I politely declined - to his humor. But wow! so much has happened!
We - Routledge and I -went out on the drake hunt I mentioned before. It started off so.. so amazing, going out on a hunt with a new friend. If I haven’t mentioned before, he’s a handsome human we met here at Valdisdall. We left walking on clouds!
We set out of Valdisdall - I was told I couldn’t take Bhenta or Tusok, so I left them at the shared camp I help Grynda and Frundl with. Frundl knew what was required, and promised to mind them. So we ended up in this ridged area - drakes all around. Some were so big! But they looked way, way too much for us - we selected a smaller drake on the fringes of the region. He was all puffy and loud - I drew him in with a an arrow to the jaw- I had hoped for the eye, but it worked. It was on us in an instant! Routy was- he was amazing! Swinging his swords around, matching it bellow for bellow! It was a beautiful beast - a brilliant blue-purple colour, with crackling energy along it’s scales. Oh but it was pissed - I managed an eye shot, and Routledge worked it’s neck with his words and strength.
How he worked at it - keep it busy as I struggled to get a shot in. It was clever - and so quick! It lashed out with a forepaw. Never before have I been so thankful I was wearing armor - I suffered some broken ribs that I didn’t feel until later. I took a risky step, cutting off a toe that opened it up for Routy to make this amazing attack - he plunged his swords in it’s chest - wow, took the bite right out of it as it bled out in it’s own chest. Really, there was so much blood - I think Grynda would have been proud. I mean, don’t let us get in to an argument - he’s so intense when he’s all riled up!
Unfortunatly, I was injured and we took pains to walk back home - It was a searing pain, and breathing was so hard. Each step felt like it took *forever*. Curiously, some weird bird came out of the sky on our way home. It was large, red-brown in colour with weird eyes and trinkets hanging from it. Routledge called out to it, calling it a druid. Now the only time I encountered a druid, it was a bear that talked - clearly I need to find out more because it went from bird to a tauren like me. Routy asked her for help - for healing. Now, I know the body heals, over time. But I promise you, I didn’t like this woman. She smelled different, she tried touching me and worse still, she waves a hand and I fell asleep. Unnatural!
I admit though, I was.. I was unkind to them both. I woke up, and my injuries were gone. I was scared - that’s never happened before. I felt exhausted and terrified, so I walked away. I was healed, so I returned to the drake, picking off scales for this armor Grynda was certain I should have. I pulled scaled, toes, toe bones and teeth. It was sort of theraputic, working in silence after so much action. Ugh.
Routy arrived a while after I did - he’s respectful. I think he spent time talking to that 'druid’, but thankfully he didn’t press me for words. We walked home with heavy bags and just a load of exhaustion. I should also mention it was muggy, and it was raining most of the time. Soaked all over! But we arrived - Valdisdall was thankfully quiet. Grynda though, she saw us, giving such a holler - I felt as though I might melt. But she was excited. I knew I should have been happy - but this overwhelming feeling of just, panic came over me. I departed, hiding in my tent a while - It’s never been this bad. The urge to weep and run off was so strong - I’m grateful no one followed me. I don’t fully understand why that happens, but it does sometimes.
Eventually, it stopped, and I made my way to the bathhouse. This bath house - Frundl, Grynda and I made it a few weeks ago. It’s pretty soothing - it has a big tub, with a smaller spot for hot rocks to go. You sprinkle them with water to make it steamy in there, and add hot rocks to the tub to warm that water. And it’s dark, and quiet - so soothing. I was bathing and Routy walked in! I mean, I wasn’t offended, just surprised. People usually knock before they enter.
Bathing with others isn’t a bad thing though - but wow. The tension was - it was intense. We spoke of the days efforts - and maybe we ended up enjoying each others company a bit.
It was- it was nice! I feel safe with Routledge. I’m sure Vik'wa will scold me for moving too fast - but I won’t mind. It felt right. I really wonder if he’ll linger. Tahalem just sort of stopped writing. That felt disappointing, but whatever. I guess mates just come and go.
Afterwards, we ended up at camp and wow! Vrykul are serious when it comes to parties. Frundl had a barrel of beer out, measts and a stew were being made, people hollering - the energy was amazing. Everyone loaded us up on beer that I really enjoyed this time. They brought me my bags - I asked Routy to be part of this - telling the story and showing off the scales, the teeth and claws. Everyone sounded so excited. I could already tell some wished to trade for claws. But I plan on saving some of the teeth and claws for Routledge - will he wear them, I wonder?
Grynda brought out these things for tattooing - two sticks and some ink in a small clay pot. She spoke of having met the dragon and come through it changed. I suppose I felt.. I felt something. Optimism? a sense of accomplishment? Maybe that’s it - It was the largest beast I’ve ever been part to bringing down. So the rest of that night is uh. Hazy - I know people made sure I was well supplied with beer as I got my hand tattoo - and eventually there may have been some wrestling near a fire. Grynda says I kicked some asses, and got my own ass kicked. “A good night” she called it, all in good humor. But I woke up in bed - in my tent - with Routy beside me, with the worst feeling in my life. But - oof, I had to leave him there. Camp needed tending, as did my kodo. All in all though, I’d say it was a good hunt, and a great evening. I’m happy with what transpired.
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