I’M SORRY MR. BOOK. I’m gonna be writing a lot. Make sure you get it all, okay?
So, we talked to the halflings, and they said that the Talon (Steppenwolf’s ultimate guards) were being jerks to everyone looking for spies and assassins! I guess the king’s entire family was killed. He had like a bajillion kids! They must’ve been really angry at the king or something to kill everyone.
We had to talk our way into Bresk, since the Talon was questioning people going through the gates looking for spies. My cunning disguise as Mr. Mustache worked without a hitch! Shame everyone else just told them we were doing diplomatic stuffs with the king.
Mr. Ball’n wanted us to dig up some dirt on all of the nobles for our big talk with the king, so this is what we dug up. It’s a lot, so I kinda made it bite-size.
Lord Gallow is probably the nicest guy we’ll meet, since he doesn’t want Ragesia to ruin his place. Lady Timor wants help with magic stuffs and is a nice nature lover. Lord Dashgoboom is a big history buff and likes beer, so maybe a trade could be worked out. I don’t really like beer, so he can have the stuff.
Lady Dene doesn’t want people messing up her land with war, so a trade route, talking about flowers and not fighting sounds good. On the other hand, Lord Iz likes fighting and war and stuff, so Mr. Foebane and him would get along.
Lord Megapop hates the fishmen that are messing up his boats. He wants Seaquen to give him some help, either by giving him magic or killing the fishmen. Lady Namin really wants to be queen, and likes people calling her pretty. I think she might be evil, but I’ll just keep my eye on her for now. She also likes the Shahalesti people, so maybe we talk about how awesome they are? And Lord Ringo is a jerk. He just wants money so he can stop being poor.
We also heard some stuff about the king’s advisor, a gnome named Nina
Gummerg Glabberg Something. She’s not at all friendly to Seaquen and I think she might be evil too. BUT she’s also the person in charge of the Talon now, so we should be careful. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I found out she’s been doing secret stuffs with alchemy. I dunno what, but it can’t be good.
ALSO, we learned a bunch of stuff about the Book of Eight Lands. It’s basically a magic book that tells people the noble lines of everyone in Dassen and who’s next to be king and stuff like that. It also protects the biggest ones from being stupified or pushed around by talkings, so diplomacy is the only way to go when talking to them. ALSO, I read in the last few pages something called ‘Mindhaunt Affliction". It’s a nasty disease that needs some pretty hard-to-get stuff to cure… like the magic Brightstick that the red dragon kidnapped awhile ago, as well as a dream seed (I still got the ones from the fire forest, so go me!)
After all of that, we felt ready to talk to the king and the other noble people! So the next day, we walked on in. I guess there was a trial already going on, because the gnome Nina was confusing this guy (who’s like a clerk to Jeenius, the guy we have to deliver the letter to, who’s ALSO in jail) and pretty much setting him up to hang. The king was ready to kill him on the spot, but wanted to follow the rules and threw him in jail to. We finally got ready to talk, but Mr. Ball’n got a nasty nosebleed and fainted.
It looked pretty bad. I wasn’t NEARLY good at talking as I am at lying, but Laurya took his place! We managed to talk down the nobles into helping us and givin’ us their support….
But King Steppenwolf was super paranoid and angry, and pointed at me and said ‘No one will lose an entire family in someone else’s war’. He kicked us out, giving us only three days in his city before we have to go away. The people talking for Lady Timor and Lord Dashgoboom were nice and told us to stick around to see if the King changed his mind, or maybe go talk to Lord Gallow to see if he can help us.
We also talked to the Ragesian diplomacy guy and his mook, Serrimus and Torrax. THEY WERE JERKS. JERKY JERKS WHO WERE NOTHING BUT JERKS. I really wanted to stab ’em, but then Rylik taunted ’em with his own inquisitor mask that we took from a dead guy a while back, and one of them grabbed Rylik by the neck! I got ready to fight, but there were lots of royal guards around and told us to stop that. So we left and came back here, to the Golden Griffon for bed.
My hand hurts from all of that writing, but HEY, at least I didn’t run out of ink.
Good night Mr. Book! I’ll write again later!