I am Betha Brightwood. I come from a wee scrap of a town nobody has ever herd of in the hills just before the arse end of the Spine of the World, and I wont be boring you with the details.
The important thing is that Chauntua has called me to her service through dreems and merakels. Chauntutrua is the Goddess of plantings and harvest but I am a Shepherdess and She has been sending me dreems since I was just a littel girl. The priestess Cefrey sent me to Neverwinter to lern how to serve Her the rite way.
I am done with training and lessons now. I have onle a littel idea what the dreems are about But I will keep lissening to the Goddess. I no I will under stand in time. I am going to try to rite them up so I can remember them better.
Hi Priestess Banfili, ho runs the Tempel in Neverwinter, said I should take a job as a caravan gard to Filandran, so I sined on. I think evry one in the inn took the job because the dwarf was throwing around ten gold a gard. That’s a lot of gold, the caravan must be very valubel.
First day of the trip –
Still the same dreem I have been having for the last week. Flashes of crumbling stone and twisted plants that melt away before the morning doo does. I will rite more tonite about the journey.
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I was right about the hole inn taking the job. Even the ogerork from the inn took the job as well. I thought about backing out, but I know that Banfili said the Goddess wants me to go, so I just grit my teeth and don’t turn my back on his ugly face. Alex the singing elf came along too, so there is a pretty face to make up for the ugly one. So did the little guy from the inn. He seems skinny to be a halfling, but to tall to be a gnome. He does some sort of magic but Lambie seems to like him. His name is Al but theres all ready an Alex so I just call him Shorty. Theres also the elf Callie who is a great cook. Hallis who says she’s doing research in dwarf temples only I dont think theres any dwarf Temples in Neverwinter. Garen who is very quiet. He says he is a tinker but I dont no wie a tinker wood be a caravan gard. Then again I dont know wie a Cleric of Chauntua wood be won nither but heer I am.
The dwarf Rockseeker must be crazy. There are more than half dozen of us, and the caravan is two wagons of food and mining tool. He must have promised us all his profits. Still, gold is gold. Alex (the pretty elf singer) thinks that the dwarfs don’t expect to have to pay all of us. I don’t think we’re likely to lose to many of the group.
More dreem flashes. I think there wur Wings beating? Black feathers and twisted vines. I know the Goddess is trying to warn me but I don’t know about what. It is no better nor worse than it was at the temple so I cant even be sure I am going in the rite direction.
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Another day of walking. Still on the main road so not really feeling like I’m earning my pay yet. So far I just keep an eye on Ugly half the time and Alex the rest. Callie is a Druid and so her worship is like a sidewize mirror of mine. Her Goddess wards life in Nature just as Chauntua wards life that is sown and harvested (or herded, like my people do). She has not had a lot of Tempel teaching either so it is just the to of us tallking about what we think our Goddesses want from us. We have good tallks and it passes the time as much as looking at the pretty boy elf does.
It is hard to get up erly and rite when we start are walking first thing. Mayhap I cud get up afore evry one else but I also want to get a full nite of sleep. I think I had another dreem last night but it was gone with the don.
Now I think we are urning our Gold. We got ambushed by goblins. We got bashed up a bit, but did a lot more bashing back. I ended up calling on the Goddess to keep Ugly from bleeding out. Goddess grant me strength and mercy, because for a moment I really didn’t want to, but ogerork or not he is a member of the band and he has not turned on any of us yet so it is my place to ward him and not to smite him. I did find it hard though.
We found signs of two riders who the goblins dragged off before they ambushed us. Alex thinks they may be Gunder Rockseeker and Sildar Hailwinter, who we were to meet in Filandran to get payed. Half the party followed the trail while the other half caught there breath and cleared the path from the ambush. I found out too things – Garen may be quiet but he has sharp eyes and a kwick wit and Hallis can call upon Moriden when needed – which is why I am not lame in my right foot despite my best efforts on that score.
In the morrow the hole party will go back to the goblin cave and see if we can rescue any survivors from the first ambush.
The spinning woman comes from Mackenzie via Flickr, and the Pyrenean Shepherd from Ellen Levy Finch via Wikimedia Commons. The composite image is mine (Lise Mendel), released by a Creative Commons, Attribution, Share Alike license. While the woman in the picture is spinning flax, and Betha spins wool, it’s close enough for illustration purposes.