Dear Gilra,
A close encounter with death can change how one sees the world, a few hours ago I had another close call, and I decided to start writing down my adventures, so that they can still be heard if I were no longer around to tell them.
Our latest trouble started a few days ago, we had been invited to the wedding of Kailah & Elyin in Bellis, and after the cellars and crypts we had just been crawling through, our party agreed that some rest and relaxation was in order.
By the time we arrived in Bellis, our mood had already lifted, Kupo for example couldn't resist playfully tossing some fishing youth into the water while the rest of us played some throwing games with the locals. It didn't take long however or trouble caught up with us, first Kupo ran into the father of the fishing boy, who had a different idea about the funniness of his soaking wet son, luckily we could convince him to take a lighter view on it before it came to fighting.
The customary wedding auction however, had a quite more serious outcome. You see, around here it is apparently a custom for the local girls to auction of a pie combined with a date at every wedding, it gives some extra gold to the wedding couple and offers the local boys a chance to have a date with their love interest. This time however, Drako and Gnomy decided to join in on the fun, and with their spoils from previous adventures they easily outbid the locals, in particular a now angry gnome called Tenzekil, who quickly stormed off into the woods. In the end Drako won the main auction and secluded himself with his pie and gnome girl in the decorative maze, just as the wedding got underway.
Shortly into the wedding, a low, ominous buzz interrupted the priest, and two wasp swarms appeared from behind the gazebo where the couple and the priest were standing. My daggers were useless, just as all our other weapons, as for every wasp we hit, there were thousand others still flying. The magically inclined ones among us had a similar problem with their spells, as only a few were effective, so it didn't take long before some of us were guiding the locals in a retreat, while the rest tried whatever they could think of to delay or destroy the swarms.
Luckily Drako's love for fireballs managed to show us a solution, and I noticed that I could probably make some half decent molotov cocktails from the oil flasks I was carrying. So together we eventually managed to get the locals to safety and destroy the wasp swarms.
Unfortunately, that wasn't all that our mysterious opponent had in store for us, as now a thorn wall appeared all around us and Tenzekil's bellowing voice started gloating at us, meanwhile two large, twisted and gnome looking creatures with fierce looking barbed arms appeared, who turned out to be the fabled spiggans. Luckily we could hit these, so our victory was swift.
Once more Tenzekil's voice rang out, this time cursing us for defeating his minions, and while the thorn wall disappeared, an all encompassing mist engulfed us all.
Slowly then, as the direct danger seemed to have gone away, the locals returned. From them we learned that Tenzekil used to be a beekeeper who got to close to sinister forces, and that somewhere in the forest to the west a reclusive druid wandered, who might be able to help us in getting rid of this fog and the threat to Bellis.
This is only the beginning of our story, but as our magical users have finished preparing their spells for the coming day, I fear further writing will have to wait.
Until soon,
Maruk
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tl;dr: Invited to wedding, pissed of local gnome called Tenzekil, Wasp swarm crashed the wedding, followed by fellnight spriggans and Tenzekil gloating/cursing us as a fog engulfed us.
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