In preparation for the Revels, it appears that I am the only one willing to work! I’ve gone out and gotten provisions, while Dakarus disappears for some sort of training every morning, Fiona keeps declaring that an entire city getting drunk is NOT to her liking, and then she goes to the docks with Leirin. Absolutely NO SENSE. She even mentioned that she was only keeping Dakarus until she got Jakob. Greedy!
In addition to wandering around all over to get in ale and other stuff for the large party (boy this is going to be fun!), I’ve made it a point to get more information on Itu. I still don’t trust him, and Leirin feels the same way. At least she has sense. It’s so good to be back to town, I got the Gibberish news, and there has been a strange murder. Dakarus found something in the paper and he seems to be chasing that in the afternoons, although 1/2 the time he comes home with a nasty lump on his head… We made the headlines in at least 3 places!!!!! I’m so proud. It would be four if you included the fact that we caused the import place to have an audit… they seem to be missing money. Again, all my fault. Our little runt has been heading off to work the forges. Stinky fellow.
Whatever I’ve said about Itu previously, I was so wrong. See, I’m crossing out all the bad things I’ve said about him. That man is so NICE to me. He asks my advice and he even let me help in his free clinic, I was SOOOO honored. He showed me a few tricks, and I truly mean to try them out. Leirin, however, doesn’t seem to understand my change of heart, she thinks it’s odd. She just hasn’t spent enough time around him. She’d learn, he is so marvelous.
I was telling her this, as well as the others, when some brutes came in and ate but decided to neglect their bill. Dirty thieves. I, of course, told them off. One offered to duel with me, but I reminded him that he was unarmed in a battle of wits. He told his guards to arrest me! I only spoke the truth, for what should I be arrested? I told the guards to stop, and of course they did, but the petty man backhanded me. From there the tale goes very strange. You see, I am sure I was hallucinating. I had been hit on the head after all.
Raganash, doing his duty as a diligent bouncer, did indeed challenge the lout to a duel. At this point I was trying to make an exit out the back of the tavern. I do NOT belong in jail. I’m too delicate! Besides, how would I make money in there? Singing? Evidently the fight didn’t go well for Raganash, as he lost his hand. No, I don’t mean he misplaced it, I mean that the lout struck his hand from his arm and left him bleeding out. All I heard was a scream of agony. Fiona had me by the seat of my pants and wouldn’t let me climb out the window! Damn those bars! She pulled me back in, and dragged me upstairs to join Leirin who had custody of a hand and Dakarus got Raganash up. By the holiest of holies…. I was going to have to cauterize his arm. He would be a useless man after this, although maybe with a hook he could be somewhat useful still as a bouncer…. I directed them to hold him still, and went looking for a metal poker when everything went funny. See, this is where I think that the head injury got me. I started to feel GOOD. A warmth filled me, a hole inside me was filled. Leirin said I started chanting something, and I took the hand and stuck it onto Raganash’s arm. I stood there, and kept chanting for a few minutes, and then I collapsed.
I woke up with 2 different kind of headaches. One felt a bit like a hangover, the other…. well, like someone hit me in the head. Fiona was sitting in my room looking at me funny. Fact is, everyone started looking at me funny. I told Fiona that I’d had a weird dream (don’t you hate it when your subconscious decides to tell you that you need to grow up and make better choices?) and she told me it wasn’t a dream. I didn’t think she understood me. She started talking about Raganash’s hand, and that I was god touched. I kinda remembered the putting the hand together bit, but… I REALLY don’t want to believe it. I’d rather be delusional.
Fiona won’t stop giving me grief, and I can’t see Raganash to prove that his hand is still missing, etc. Idiot dwarf must be molting. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about the revels. I’m not in a good place. I keep having nightmares. What are my nightmares like? Think of an admonishing parent telling you to improve, and you’ll be close. I’m getting afraid to sleep, it’s so bothersome! Fiona tried to explain that it was an experience of the gods acting through me. Well, Gods, go find another pawn! I’m going to see Itu, he’ll understand that I am delusional, probably from the head injury. Fiona and the boy came with me, but the Doctor says I’m fine. I stayed with him for the remainder of the day, because he wanted to come to my place to see Raganash. See, even he couldn’t believe it. But when he examined Raganash he turned to me and told me that I had performed a miracle. DAMNIT. Everyone is going against me on this, refusing to allow me to ignore the impossible. Fiona thinks getting out into the woods will help me think this through. I don’t WANT to think. I just want to lose myself in a drunken revelry. Unfortunately, when Itu asked Raganash just what kind of man he was, I let slip that he really is a dwarf. Raganash was very upset with me, but… Itu would NEVER hurt him. Not like Rotwell, he started it all, Damn him. Well, to be honest, my teacher kinda started it too….
Who should come a visiting today? My old mentor. Been wondering if he’d ever show up. He’s a knight, so he’s a bit busy. Why would a knight train me? Um. Well, he kept telling me that the gods had picked me. I told him that the gods are gone from the world, but the show is still entertaining, and he just smiled and told me I’d see. So, I guess he’s some kind of priest/knight. Anyway, I was so thankful to see him, finally, someone to explain away the miracles!
That didn’t work out as I expected. He pretty much said, “I told you so.” Not what I was hoping for. Then he wanted to check my fighting progress. I told him that I’d handled myself quite well in several battles, by simply getting out of the way! But he was determined to play out the game. He did like my new armor though, and he reacted appropriately to the smoke and the flash tricks. I need to work out a hot pepper one. It would go so well in someone’s eyes… Anyway, he pronounced me satisfactory, whatever that means. Evidently he and Leirin know each other as well. He wanted to talk to the rest of the group and was VERY interested in Barius.
Oh, I got to examine one of the newly deceased. Raganash woke us all up one night to a scream from the cellar, but nothing was there. Next day there was word that another woman had been killed. I went to see, and gave them some clues, like she’s noble and such, and there was a similar case in Gibberish. They didn’t comment, but I know that it was appreciated.
Now, onto the Revels, my planning was well done, and it went splendidly! I made so much silver, I had to visit the bank! My shows were well received and viewed by people I actually know. I didn’t do a healing show for the revels. I think I’m still afraid of getting hit by lightning. I do know some herbs! Argh, this is going to take getting used to. Anyway, the minstrel I hired to spell for me likes to throw knives, so I played his target. He’s REALLY good, and he didn’t hit me once, though I pretended to increase the betting! I think Raganash won some coppers gambling. He seemed happy, or something close to it. Fiona came back from her jaunt in the woods, and asked if I regretted not accompanying her. Nope. The Revels were FAR too much fun. I can’t wait for next year, but it might be interesting to try Revana’s Festival….