Well that’s a strange thing right there. We’ve been attacked by more fly-crossed-lizard things, traipsed round the jungle again, and I’m completely worn out, but I don’t feel drained. There’s kind of a warm glow. Feels kind of nice…
Anyway, them Dragonborn gave us our actual mission now – infiltrate Whitecliff, pose as new recruits, and find the ‘Cave of the One Eye’ inside the territory Whitecliff controls, and bring back the crown piece. Simple, huh? The Dragons dropped us off a few miles from Whitecliff, and we had to walk the rest of the way. Don’t see why they couldn’t just drop us off at the gate. We had to camp for the night before we got there. There was a bunch of others sent with our lot too. Them lizards seem to have put some planning into this at least. We had a bit of a joke and a chat to pass the night, although I remember a couple that weren’t joining in the fun. That tall blonde elf lass, Vasquez seemed to keep to herself, although Kos was chatting to her at one point. And a dwarf called Frost, pretty good name for the frosty little bugger, and of course Marc. Don’t think he knows how to have fun if it’s not in some way directly torturing me!
Got to say Whitecliff is a pretty impressive place, not just cause there’s no arrogant Dragonborn. Looks like an actual, honest piece of civilisation. Course we got to stay there no more than a day. They accepted our papers, inducted us, we got some snazzy looking uniforms, well Red got a paint job, and we even got a bit of a security briefing too, although that fella was a bit melodramatic. Don’t think he’s a big lizard fan. Most of the people round Whitecliff seemed pretty zealous folk though, we have to randomly say “Praise the flame,” or some such every so often just to prove we’re not ‘none-believers’. Well the very next morning when the sun was barely up, they loaded all us new ‘recruits’ and plenty of, I guess, real recruits onto a big old flying ship, and apparently we’re flying off to have it out with some lizard tribe. I’m sure the idea is to be all diplomatic about it too.
That’s when our airship went and got attacked by a bunch of fly-mutated lizard buggers. They blew a great big hole in the side of the ship. Apparently there were a bunch of slaves or something down below. Some of them died a bit, cause of the hole. Oh, and another of them weird fly-swarm lizard-mess-things turned up too. Useless pilot had trouble steering with being attacked and all. He had the ship tipping all over the place! Me and Kos tried to shoot the ugly bastards out of the sky, while Brok and some bloke from Whitecliff jumped on the big old ballistic crossbow thing at the front of the ship. That’s the bow right?
Red and Tulip and Thorgrim dealt with some more lizardy beasts below decks. Apparently Marc was down there too, but I doubt he did anything half helpful. That Vasquez woman was doing a good job defending the pilot though, so he wasn’t flying like he was drunk all the battle. When Red and the others came up top, Tulip did her whole ‘I’m a big vicious pussy cat, look at my claws’ trick and pounced up to help defend the pilot too. Think Brok was being turned into a pincushion with all the blow darts flying his way so Big Red took his place on the huge crossbow. Don’t know where the other guy went. Most of us started swatting at the Fly-swarm disgusting-lizard thing, while Red manned the crossbow, although Marc crept up there with him for some reason. Looked like they were getting all pally too. Damn well hope not, just like that bastard, always taking everything that’s mine. Not that Red is mine of course, but you know what I mean!
We splatted plenty of flies but them that were left scattered, and it took me a moment to realise that old Brok had been tipped overboard! There’s always choices, no matter what’s going on, there’s always choices, you just got to know the best one for yourself, but I tell you, right then. I didn’t see not any choice. I was up in that pilots face screaming ‘man overboard’, telling him he had to land this thing. The heartless bastard wasn’t going to stop! Of course that was before Red stepped up to ‘ask’. The pilot saw sense and agreed to drop low enough for us to climb down a rope to the jungle floor. Well I was straight down there, glad to have Red with me, but it wasn’t till we were wading through the thick undergrowth calling out for Brok that it hit me just what had happened, what I’d done. Can’t say I full understand it, but I tell you what – never felt so relieved when we found Brok alive. Thanks to Tulip that was. She’s a natural out there in the wilds, me and Red’d never have found him if she hadn’t come with us, I guess she knew that.
He’s in a right bad way at the moment though. Broken bones and unconscious they reckon. We carried him back and hoisted him up the rope on a make-shift stretcher. Red did his best for him, but the medics aboard the ship are looking after him now. Sure he’ll be back on his feet soon enough. I’ll feel even better when he is.
Nearly at our destination too. About ten minutes off. There’s a huge obelisk tower thing looming up out the treetops ahead, guess that’s where we’re headed…