Session 20: Viter

I can't believe it. They are still not over the snail.

You can let a druid turn himself into a river otter to make love to a flower and offer a widower human remains in a jar.

That’s “just being a druid and it’s OK”.

You can let a long-time “friend” have alone time with pixies and murderous family members, then turn invisible and wander off to who-knows-where.

That’s “just Ember being Ember”.

But the moment you try and make a buck with this crew, suddenly you’re “murdering an innocent creature for profit” and “morally reprehensible”.

How did I become the social pariah of this group? My very own acolytes turned against me?

Sigh.

But wait… *flips open my newly acquired book and skims the pages quickly* Yes! That’s it! Just like my greatest inspiration, the greatest heroes who have inspired me to this day, I am merely at the point in my quest where my closest allies seem to turn against me… I can choose to succumb to the darkness, or rise above like the great Hilda of Oafenloss!

A-HA! Take that acolytes! You may be on my back for things I took off of them, but I shall recapture your hearts in due time! And at that time, you will see Viter Bandywax in ALL HIS GLORY!

Well, now that I have a plan of attack, I suppose it’s back to waiting with ol’ Ivasar at the bottom of this tower. Some students are heading into a harpy’s nest above us as part of some trial. I didn’t get all the details from them, to be honest. I was too busy winning over the hearts of those who would seem to be the most difficult, starting with that large and rather portly half-orc.

I knew from my stories that these sort of folks—you know, anger on the outside, marshmallow on the inside—tend to have the most tragic backstories and often just need an ear to listen to. I am so happy to offer that ear. What could be more heroic than to ease the pain of a weary warrior?

The Weary Warrior. Perhaps this hall be the name of my next adventure novella!

Ah yes, I’ve started penning some adventures. It mostly centres around a heroic halfling that has to keep two buffoons from ruining all their plans.

It’s inspired by real life events.

Anyway, back to guarding this tower. Or standing here. What am I doing here again? And why is Ivasar staring at the stars? What’s up there? What does he know that I don’t?

…And where the hell is Ember?