Day Forty-Nine

Ugly day again.  Raining more than yesterday but shy of complete downpour.  Pelor does not govern the weather but I was tempted at morning meditation to quietly remind the Divine that it is still summer, at least for a few more weeks.

The marsh stirs to action in this rain.  Hardpack dirt underfoot has become slick; mud and wet grass conspire to slip the foot out from under the careless traveler.  In fractions of degrees we are sinking into this desolate marsh as we pass through it.  Time and again we have had to re-trace steps when confronted with a fathomless pond or a canal swollen wider than we can safely jump.

Late in the day we found a patch of ground dually blessed with width and elevation; room enough for our tents and high enough above the likely high-water mark that will be set by morning.  Here we camped, unpacking wet tents and striking fire under huddled shoulders.

Lunk’s story.  Reviewing last days’ entries and finding nothing noteworthy to add, I stumbled across a promise to mention his exploits.  At the risk of disappointing my future self; descendants who may inherit this volume; or treasure hunters who will find this journal amid my bones in a dragon’s cave (this always seems to me like my probable end), I will summarize Lunk’s words :

Since we parted ways, Lunk and Dusty had been adventuring together.  Circumstances having separated their partnership from our group, they undertook missions from Gavin and our Guild that suited their skill set – the understanding being that when the opportunity presented, they would rejoin our group.  We just had not all been in the same place at the same time for that to happen.

A long time ago I had wondered if Lunk and Dusty were to move into our row of houses in Callia.  Indeed they have.  I got the impression from Lunk that there was debate over who would get which unit stemming from confusion about the layout of the houses.  Dusty thought there were two floors of rooms like at an inn, and had insisted that he be the top and Lunk be the bottom.

Lunk was too vague about their missions for Gavin to allow me to transcribe anything interesting here.  Suffice to say it was investigations, escort assignments, and security work.  When Dusty requested leave to meet with former associates, Lunk spoke to Gavin and learned of our mission.  Setting out on his own and demonstrating remarkable talent at overland navigation and tracking skills, Lunk lucked out and found us.

I am hopeful he will remain with us.  Besides his talent as a fighter, Lunk adds to the number of Good-leaning party members.  And he may even show some talent in leadership which, as I have said, would be most welcome.  It’s good to have him back.

Journal of Dr. Marcus Grant
Healing Cleric of Pelor, Order of St-Jude Academy (Silabrek)
49th Day, marshes, territory of Ælim.




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