Farin's thoughts so far...

        So, I'm currently trapped in this wretched hive of humanity that they call Greyhawk. Oh, the joy. The worst part of it is the noise, this place is an endless cacophony of yelling, screaming, and hammering. The sounds of the city are alien and nightmarish to me. They pollute the natural beauty and grace of this world with their buildings and filth. This city is a pox on the back of Mother Beory. That being said... I can see a small beacon of hope within this cesspool of human activity. I have become a due-paying member of the Mercenary's Guild. And, more importantly, have achieved a milestone in my life by taking a quest upon myself.

        We received a quest from the honorable Lord Musgrave. Apparently, he lost his brother either through an nefarious means or through his own volition. The circumstances are unclear. What is certain, is that we are being offered a five thousand crown reward for his safe return. There is, however, a minor catch. He is being held captive by a notorious cult who worship a deity known as The Falcon. However, we were approved by the magistrate to kill The Falcons for recompense. While I don't usually approve of killing, these vile beings are seeking to raise the power of a dark goddess seeking to threaten nature with her own brand of living death. Tales were told to me by the High Priestess of St. Cuthbert of a nightmarish horror called the Penanggalan, a being of living death said to either kill or drive to madness those that look upon it.

        In addition, we happened upon a kind soul within the fanatic believers of Pholtus. Though I do not know his name, I do remember him calling his two associates Goofus and Gallen. He is, according to the High Priestess, the foremost authority on The Falcon. Now, I am on my way to see him in the temple of Pholtus, assuming I can find him.

The paranoia is slowly taking hold of me, I don't know who to trust anymore. I knew that the world of men was full of deceit and treachery, but to have been tricked so completely and for nothing more than the thought of coin. I am ashamed of myself and furious with that bastard, Lord Musgrave. He sent us to die at the hands of his nefarious brother, who was nothing more than an undead head floating about, the penanggalan. Luckily, the might of Moji, Leroy, and Bolan proved to be too much for him.

Unfortunately, that did nothing but further the mystery behind The Falcon. Their evil still permeates this city and we are now short of leads to find the source. On top of that, we found a long forgotten son of Cuthbert in the room beyond the secret entry way within the sewers. He has promised to reward us for his rescue. Unfortunately that may no longer be true, considering Moji's transgressions.

The dwarf has revealed to us that his loyalty to coin supersedes his loyalty to friendship. Moji is clearly without morals, his internal compass is leading him astray. I believe he may need the love and warmth of Beory to show him the way. How I can make hom see the true path, I do not know...

I had been walking for days... I've fought giant rocs trying to eat me, giants that wanted to eat me, a band of marauding idiots that I'm pretty sure would have eaten Albert, and a giant rock creature that may or may not have mind-raped Moji in order for us to cross a bridge.

The only good things to come out of the trip to find Arkandi were meeting Mixel the Fairy, and gaining my follower Cranston. I'm still not fond of Leroy's whiny little bastard, Stephano, he may be the thing that drives me over the edge and starts my mindless rampage against the virus that is humanity. Cranston, however, I find to be a welcome distraction from the monotony of this life. He is the last chance for me to find some redemption in the human race. I learned that he was a farmer, so I plan to teach him about the importance of preserving nature and initiating him into the druidic order as my initiate.

After reaching the cave where we were to find Arkandi, we were set upon by revolting creatures covered in filth. While we were able to defeat them, the cost was great and some of our wounded have become infected with whatever malady the creatures were harbouring. What may come of this is inconsequential compared to what happened afterward.

We were followed by a bounty hunter after Bolan, who preceded to hunt us down like dogs through the cave complex. However, in our zeal and without thinking; Aluna, Moji, and I abandoned the others to this hunter and his men by going over a cliff after a bag dropped by a falcon, thinking it was of significance. This, however, may prove to be the demise of Aluna, the only friend I feel close with anymore. She's the only one that hasn't threatened death to one of the others and doesn't annoy me with long-winded prayers to his insignificant deity. I digress... The bag contained nothing apart from highly venomous snakes, all of which were dispatched quickly but not before Aluna was bitten and subsequently poisoned. She held strong for a few minutes but passed out and was deteriorating quickly. My knowledge of healing does not cover the neutralizing of venom, I wish that I had studied the herbs if Skell instead of being obsessed with the brewing ales and spirits. Now, my only true friend left in our ragtag band of adventurers is dying and the only way that she might be saved is to have Bolan turn himself in to the bounty hunter in return for the pack animals they stole from us and more importantly the magus fruit that may have the power to save her life.

If Bolan refuses and the others refuse to help me subdue him to make the trade, I won't be able to face them any longer. If she dies, I will disappear into the wastes we passed on the way to this terrible place and start my work to bring the greenman's grace back to that land and hopefully save Mixel from their inevitable demise should I do nothing.

Obadhai grant me the serenity and strength to save my last friend in this world, lest I should abandon civilization.