Rise of the Runelords

The Words of "Stabs" Stabbington

A brand new life.

I don’t mind saying…I’ve fallen in with a bunch of fruitcakes. But, is it better than living in a cave and starving to death? I think so. Either way, when I think about it, I was on a crash course to whatever afterlife awaits an ugly, goblin-blooded human like myself. At least this way I have a full belly and a few trinkets to myself.

Before falling in with those deranged lunatics who masquerade as adventurers, I did live in the dungeons around Sandpoint. I had to. Who would have taken me in? Because of the goblin blood in my veins, I’m pretty mishapen, black hair and red beady eyes, skin tinged and almost lime green. Not the kind of guy that the Sandpointers would welcome with open arms.

But now…

I’m not sure what to think. I’ve helped murder a rampaging cake, chased willow whisps in a forest..and strangely, I think I can almost call these adventurers friends in time. Maybe. I’m not one who makes friends easily, but I’ll give it a shot. I do worry about it all, where this odd road will take me, but I’m not about to stand just off the road.

I’m finally getting somewhere…and I don’t want to give that up!

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