Somehow, there is only one Attack Type character in the party and it’s our merchant. Considering my rolls have been consistently decent thus far, I worry for my luck in fighting.
Session 1 Journal
30th of Triom, 1107
I left Obsidian today, on the whims of a sudden letter telling me that adventure awaits in Pendel Town. I was itching to get out and taste some monsters anyway, so having an actual starting place is good.
4th of Forta, 1107
I arrived in Pendel Town. After a nice morning tea, I came to the town square to find a strange young girl selling a map, her price either 30 coins or a story. The map supposedly leads to a grand and extremely specific treasure, sentimentally speaking. What it actually was, she wouldn’t say. Around me were three other people who had received very similar letters. As we pondered what to do, we introduced ourselves.
There was Ryyan Pendel, the third son of the Baron round here. I think their power extends down to Obsidian, buuuuuuuuut I haven’t exactly kept up with politics so I dunno who he is.
Deneb is a witch, which some people are apparently wary of? The ETE hates ‘em, and I have no idea why.
Me (Alice): This is when I told them I do chef stuff.
Koal’s in the construction business; carpentry to be specific. Apparently, his town has really bad luck, and it has to be rebuilt a lot. So many times, in fact, that they’re in a bit of an economic crisis. Owns a llama named Snickerdoodle.
So, we gave her a story and decided we’d work together to find this treasure.
5th of Forta, 1107
After a bit of shopping, (and being drooled on by Snickerdoodle,) we set out. We’re taking the western, forested path to our destination. Apparently I’m the only morning person, because everyone else looked disheveled. Deneb did particularly badly; she fell in a dang hole and broke her leg. That being said, she’s a pretty good healer; she used Demon Lacquer to heal, despite the fact that demon lacquer is extremely poisonous. Gonna have to ask her how to use it in a non-poisonous manner.
Recipe ideas: I have no idea what demon lacquer even tastes like. It’s a sap though, so… pancake syrup? Maybe a candy would be nice. Will need to consider when I’m more sure of how it tastes.
We arrived in the Taguel Village in the evening. The chief seemed neutral to our presence, (though Ryaan certainly tried to change his disposition,) but despite his sternness we seem to be somewhat welcome. Except Deneb, because even the Taguel are wary of mages.
A nice Taguel by the name of Erada showed us the way to the inn, where we all realized we were really freaking broke. Thankfully, because of the surprise ingenuity of our pack llama, (who seems to like everyone that’s not us?!?!?) she warmed up and gave us a room for 15 gold each.
6th of Forta, 1107
The oregano’s gone. Someone will pay dearly for this.
6th of Forta, 1107 (Continued)
To clarify: The morning started out well enough. I was having a nice bancha, and we were gonna sell our wares at the market. Except somebody was keeping our door locked from the outside. Initially it seemed to be the work of some prankster, and Deneb’s quick thinking led to the floor being covered in leaf; an odd use of magic, but effective. The mysterious Taguel ran away, and we could freely leave. But upon checking our room for disturbances, we discovered that our mysterious prankster was, in actuality, a thief. He made off with little else other than a bottle of oregano, (at least the coward knew a quality herb when he saw one.)
Our first stop in our investigation was the stable where we had left Snickerdoodle overnight. The thief had come by there as well, and had tried to nab the supplies we left with the drooly mule. While I contemplated the precise degree at which I would kick the thief in the ass, everyone else got down to investigating the break in. Some fantastic magical investigation from Deneb connected some of the hair to the culprit and led us right to him.
The thief was at the market, selling the single bottle of oregano at an exorbitant price. Though my mind initially flipped through types of dropkicks, Koal’s timely arrival gave me a different idea. Oregano’s good and all, but the value of the rest of our herbs and spices was far higher than just a single bottle of oregano. So, we set up a quick makeshift shop and sold what we had. The thief escaped, and while I did want to tackle the everloving fuck out of him, seeing the Taguel’s excitement for our wares was absolutely lovely. A chef in my position needs to work with what she has, even if it’s not what she initially expected.
Also, I’m pretty sure most chefs don’t dash out of the kitchen and omni-tackle bad customers, no matter how much they deserve it.