Johnny Wilran 3

Okay. So what have I got myself into? What the fuck do they need a spell book from a dragon. Most Dragons I have fought, did not horde gold. Or magic items. They tend to horde weird things. So a dragon hording books isn't that weird. I read some ones journal. No idea if they are alive or dead the person whos life I found out about.

Thomas and Jessica are working here. Should I have talked to them, told them who I was? I rather not let them know I am still alive. I know I look a bit similar to how I did as a human, but I also look different enough that I look more like a distant cousin of mine than I do myself. Though the Wilran's are common enough that I do not know even half of my relatives.

I did tell the Dragon that Jessica and Thomas are doing good work. Because from the limited amount I have seen they are doing work. With them working for a Dragon I know that they are safe, and I rather they be safe than dead. I rather they be Mercs like me, but can't win them all.

Grendin's Ghoul Story Part 34A

So you know all the details of my glorious plan, of how this wonderful place came to being but this next part is where the town learns of my true plan for this place. The first thing I did when we got back to town, was make it so that I had a way to make our helpful hands able to be even more helpful. Yeah I know I am not that good at naming things. Yeah I know that the name of this temple is rather on the nose. You don't have to remind me.

I than went to talk to the book seller. Learning that I could easy buy the whole place but rather figure that I should keep a friendly relationship with the human that ran it. I think Gemma stated that she was doing something with Otari's body. Something at the Dawn Flower. I have mentioned that I didnt like that guy right? Well I didn't. I was alreay cooking up ways to make his grave an unholy site, or torment his soul. But we will get to that latter.

I so want to tell you how I did that now, but thats latter. Now its about going to tell all the important people. I so wanted Nicodemus and Yinyasmera to show up together at the meeting. So I went to Yinyasmera and personally invited them to the meeting I was doing. I also needed to get that dude his meal. I maybe doing the stuff for Gemma, but Once a thief guild member, always a thief guild member.

I, Grendin am nothing if not loyal to those I work for. I would never take a contract to hunt a thief, or Gemma, because I have worked for them before. I also won't stop others from taking a contract to hurt either though. I wonder how Gemma is doing, She is an elf, and they do cheat. They are really long lived cheaters. They make Dwarfs feel like they die way to fast.

Yes I am aware our kind are also cheaters of death, that we live to long, but that just means we can get more shit done. That we can do good things around town.

I went to the post services and made sure all the towns key players were there. The Dwarven section was invinted. As mentioned the Guild was invented. The Creepy mage was invited. Our competition the other temple was invited. The mayor of the town was invited. Of course, my good friend, well probable my only friend at the time Kelekdu was invited to the meeting. Of course my at the time employer was invited. She did invite a lot of the others we are travelling with, which means they all got to hear me lore dump about my own personal history.

I had the meeting set up at the dwarven tarven of the kid that we rescued. She really loved her son, and offered the place for free. Fun times. Fun times.

So the meeting? Yes it did happen, and during it ....

Johnny Wilran 2

So I fought with these three adventures. Cementing my place with them all. I didn't realize that Artemik, the kobold and the only one whos name I know, was actaully a dragon disguised as a kobold. I guess that does make sense though since most Kobolds won't shut up about how they are draconic. I should of took better note as to what type of dragon the Kobold was, because each type tends to have different motivation.

I think he was Gold, or Bronze. Firebreathing at least. I got to test some of my magic out. Its weird that I now have magic in this body. Thats something I am not quite used to. I used to be really good with a sword and shield. Now I probable couldn't use a sword to save my life. This body that I was shoved into seems rather reactive. Lots of fire magic, which makes sense, a phoenix probable shoved me in this metal can.

The tall human, turns out to be a dire-were-wolf or something. I never actually worked with Were-wolfs before. Most lycanthropes I have worked with, are the crocodile type. There are really cool and nifty. They look really cool in there hybrid form. Much cooler than those lame Lizardfolk. I debated for a while asking one of them to bit me, because the way I look at those benifits out-way the cost.

They three of them fight very well together. Like they been doing a long time, which makes no sense, with how old that kid is. Though the kid could be a lich, or Vampire. That could explain why they have been fighting together for so long.

Speaking of the kid, kind of reminds me of some other kids I know. Raging agianst everything. Kids with no parents. No family. No friends. With that they can dedicate a ton of time to be better fighters, better killers. Never mess with a kid who has all the time in the world to train.

Johnny Wilran 1

have done this plenty of times before, followed adventuring groups around this dull town. Some times they ignore me, and other times they think I am weird. Once or twice I have been attacked. Neverefore have they accepted me into there group, but thats what happened with the kobold, child and adult human. I didn't want to join an adventuring group, I had a small panik attack when I realized that they were paying my way for things means that I was part of there adventuring group.

I guess it is only far after the torture they put me through, After resting for 2 hours. I got to hear all of the things that the Kobold, I believe the human child called him Artemik. I don't think I know the human childs name or the adults name. But them buying my way into the Colosseum cemented the fact that I am part of this group. No no no no no no no no.

The leader of my guild is an excellent fighter, he easily and handly handle his opponent. For some reason the human child did not want the opponent to live, they must have some type of hisotry, but the adult convinced her to vote to keep him alive. I like the adults in the group.

I do miss being the head interrogator.

I do miss grilling people for information.

I do miss my kids, the five of them are all grown up now.

One works as a staff for the Farrier

Two are librarians

the forth is a general labourer

the last has followed my footsteps into the mercenary life.

It is weird that both me and the one who has become a merc, share a birthday and therefore are both born under the Stranger. No one really understands Acturn, the stranger, whos sign I was born under. I like Acturn am a poison to those who are hiding infomation from me

I got into the mercenary life due to wanting a way out of the poor life, and after years of struggle and survival I made it to be one of the seven most influental people in the guild. People came to me for the knowledge I had aculmulated over the years.

I wasn't a magic user but I had so much knowledge about the arcane that everyone came to me for arcane answers. Even the magic users came to me for knowledge. I knew a lot

Grendin's Ghoul Story Part 33

 

Where was I, young ones?

Ah yes. The Tattoo Artist. Weird guy, I am not his biggest fan, but everyone likes Tattoo's. Even the undead. I have known several skeletal undead to get the ink directly onto there skin. I have required undead that look way to similar to each other to have some sort of way of telling them apart. Like the multiple hands, it was way to confusing in the early day to be talking to one hand and than see it elsewhere and think it was the same hand.

So as usual it was down to me to explore ahead and make sure the way was safe. I found a room that the undead kept a bunch of food supplies in. I think before hand it might of been a bed room, but that was half an Elfs' age ago. As you are aware the living races care about having things like a proper and bed and all that.

After wards I continued to explore, glad that I had worked with Kel, well he didn't know we were working together, to get my stealth so good that I could sneak around his other world senses. The next thing I came across was a strange room. One with a magic thing in it, So I informed my then Employer Gemma about it as I continued to explore more. I found some at the time weird plants.

Latter I was able to find some one to grow some for us here, because well you have food come from those plants. Its very good. One of my advancements for helping out undead. Well that and having an on going bounty for this magical spider silk that keeps our bodies from aging. That really helped some of you youngsters feel better when your bodies don't start decaying. Some people take a lot of pride in who they are.

Not wanting to deal with the undead I saw in a room ahead, I locked the door, and went back to regroup with Gemma, when she did something to make the room she was in rise up. I than made one of my best jokes, though it falls short compared to Kel's jokes, that I would eat the Pain lover in our group. Oh man you should of seen the look on his face. Priceless.

I through gernades at the plants, and than trimmed them with my scythe. I am sure Pain Lover did something to keep kill them. I don't recall. Shortly afterwards we heard the Nicodemus. How did we hear some one that Gemma cut us off of? Well you should know the answer to that Young one. His explosions. He was rather predictable that way, if you can't study it, blow it up.

So with us hearing that, we got another recruit for the Temple. I don't recall where that one ended up, I think he got a job in Otari. ... Have I told you about how I deficated that jerk's Otari's grave? I have, you don't want to hear that part of the story again? Fine fine, young ones go. I have more work to do. Return tomorrow for the next part in the story.