Week one

I am Okira, an Elvish warrior.  Although my training is in the ways of weapons and war, my apprenticeship taught me that these skills are best used to bring justice and goodness to our world’s scarred denizens.  The path of a true hero begins with one’s refusal to tolerate cruelty and oppression. 

So I was pleased to find a group of adventurers seeking to dispatch a terrible frog horror laying waste to a small village.  Upon arriving, our group skillfully defeated the horror and burned its remains, along with the village’s town hall.  I felt strongly that we should stay to help rebuild the structure, but was soundly outvoted by the party.  It is shameful when democracy does not uphold fairness and decency. 

I was disappointed on returning to Bartertown, but my ill feelings were soon tempered by the opportunity to help someone else in need.  I received a letter stating that a wizard was being held captive somewhere near the place we had just left.  Being familiar with the area, we found the wizard with little difficulty, but there was some misunderstanding with his captor – he seemed to think our group was responsible for a murder. 

Murder is never something in which I would participate, so we tied him up for further questioning.   Apparently the victim’s mother sent the captor as an assassin, and he was absolutely sure we were the responsible party.  I wished to continue the interrogation, but the beastmaster thought it more prudent to simply cut his throat.  I fear now that we may never bring the real criminals to justice.