Way of the Wicked

A new begining

I have recently decided to document my exploits in an effort to provide future generations the inspiration and guidance that they will need in order to achieve greatness. I know that might be seen as presumptuous of me, though I do have ample evidence that I will achieve greatness, the reasoning for this is that I find that there an insufficient amount of information on the great names of ages past.

Now the start of one of the major events in my early career was the fact that while accompanying my master on one of his expeditions in some remote island named Talingarde. Sadly the locals were not so keen on our academic interests and combined with the fact that my master in his arrogance failed to properly ward our presence meant that I was detained by some ignorant self proclaimed witch hunter named Balin of Karfeld.
While awaiting my execution, I took pleasure imagining the torture they had undoubtedly inflicted upon my master and if not, the torture I would inflict on him if our paths crossed again. It was there that I encountered my future compatriots. I will not bore you with their details as at this point I was not to familiar with them myself.

What was interesting is that one of them, Adrian who from his build and demeanor I assumed was some kind of warrior for the cult of Asmodeus, received a visit who gave us the means to attempt an escape in order to meet her master. Now normally I would easily have escaped with a few targeted sleep and charm spells but sadly my spell book was removed from possession so I offered my assistance to get some meat between myself and the pointy sticks of the guards.

Luckily we managed to liberate another prisoner, a half ogre named Grumblejack to assist us. Now while making our escape, two of the humans who assume are related in some way decided that they would rather not preemptively remove the remaining guards of this isolated fort to avoid news spreading too quickly. Eventually however we did find them again in the wardens room, who it turns out was a mage.

Now sadly as I stated I was only armed with a few cantrips so my options were limited beyond send in the meat shields who sadly proved that fighting a mage in his sanctum, as the prison might be called, was more than a little challenging. Luckily, some cruder methods of mine proved to be enough to save the day and with that we would now be able to leave the prison to meet our mysterious benefactor.



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