Dearest brother and sisters:
I find myself almost overcome with sadness. To-date we have lost three companions on our quest to clear this land for the King. The last one to join us in our endeavor lost his life while hiding in the branches of a tree as reptilian beasts charged against us. He put up a valiant fight but in the end he was not able to defend himself long enough for someone to come to his aid. I almost succumbed to my injuries as well. Among the dangers of our last battle – having to jump out of a tree, moving into melee battle against the toughest foe we were facing in order to distract him long enough for our cleric, Xavian, to provide Pelor’s aid to others.
I am managing to scribble out a few words while Pelor’s strength and healing touch takes affect – we are about to hurl ourselves into crocodile infested water to reach an encampment of Lizardmen. Let me recount some of what has been going on.
Keurig is once again trying to prosper after the catastrophic fire set us back and cost us a fortune. We have started with housing and farming communities. This is working out better. However loosing Isca’s shop still troubles me. He has been so kind to us and he was not too keen on us setting up an actual town – and now it has cost him. Hopefully soon we will have money to help him rebuild.
It is to that end – money that we set off from the town. We need to find some of the rumored treasure buried and hidden in the area. One would think that is settlers leave home to build a new life somewhere else they would at least bring some materials to build their new home. Nope they s how up dragging their belongings and expect us to have housing built for them. So now another companion is dead and we still don’t have enough money on hand to build more housing or shops. Perhaps we should put them all to work in the mine and eek out all the gold it has to share.
Well we will not be doing that – it would be unfair – not everyone is cut out to be a miner. I sure do not want to go down into my mine myself nor do I want to tend to crops. What I would like to do is find enough money so that we can stay in town for a few weeks. I have the hides of hydra’s and will soon have the hides of lizards and crocodiles. I think some finely crafted items from these materials would be a way to sooth my soul – that and I could sell what I don’t use or give to friends.
So back to this running a frontier town – it’s not the most fun thing in the world nor is it the worst thing. We need more skilled artisans or some competent teachers to come and train the others we have. I would also not be opposed to some really incredible rich person with no family dying and leaving all their money to our town. While that is unlikely to happen – I guess we will continue to skimp and scrape by. Next time we get to go to a real city I will have to find a tattoo artist who can design something to cover up all the scars I am accumulating or at the very least labeling them so I remember were they are coming from.
Don’t let dad know I am down in spirits – I do not want him to worry. Nor let me know that I am barely alive. My wounds will heal up nicely and there are rumors around of caches of buried treasure for us to find. I just hope I do not have to burry many more friends as we eek out a meager living out here in what feels like the end of the world.
Stay safe and home and make sure to do all your lessons and mind Mom and Dad.