Paraskevi Lurak [DM]

[Blue41]

Honored Record-keeper,

I have heard you maintain histories of the Misfortune of the Fourth.  The other new recruits and I had an experience that you might record. Or you might not. Think it feels better getting it down on paper, to be honest.

We went out hunting scale-folk in the sands. Wandered like lost lambs, but that was personal, not exist We found them hiding away in some cave, started cutting our way in. Soon as the blood started to spill, I started seeing shadows, or visions, or mirages or something in the corner of my eye. Next thing I know, we were surrounded. Kobolds in front, and the Misfortune behind. Doppelgangers of ourselves, confusing our companions and us alike.

I'd naught seen anything like it before. Started attacking us. Wasn't until I looked down at Quentin's shield and saw the straight edges that it clicked. Started to throw ash like a mad bastard and the Misfortune passed-- but only for a time. Quentin hadn't dropped the shield, ye see. He's got it handled now but nearly got me killed in there.

I pay my respects to the Wanderer but I'm adding the Wroth to the list. I believe now. I get it.

Rennik Colmes

[DangerousDan]

Hard day, ill-day, day of strange tidings. He is at your shoulder. He presses a finger upon the crook of thy neck. Beware Him.

Paraskevi