Druv's Adventure Journal - Borin's Folly

**Day 1**

Departed Hope today in the company of a band of likely types. The elf wench has a shapely behind hidden under that chain mail, but We get the sense she mislikes Our demeanor, Our appearance, or the fact We can wield magic. We overheard her speaking to **Artemis** about how she saw his divinely granted magic as somehow different from the goblin's magic. Should We tell her more about the Light Eater? They are akin to a god, after all.

Uneventful day. The boy seems uncomfortable around Us. Said something about its father liking Us. The boy is clearly mad. We like that. We can *use* that kind of madness. We might yet make him an adherent of the Light Eater.

This swamp pleases Us. It is a place of rot and gloom and nastiness. We found fish and shared them. We must earn their kinship if We are to achieve Our ends.

We awoke in the wee hours to screams and shouts of panic. Spiders came up out of the ground and dragged the squealing elf boy into the darkness. The mad boy flailed about uselessly in the dark, all directionless fury. We had to kill the spiders for them. These children are so lost in the dark, but We are at home there. We *see* things.

The elf bitch gave Us spider eggs to eat. They pop in Our mouth and spill their juices down Our throat. Delicious.

**Day 2**

More walking. We found water by the side of the road and sucked on it gratefully. Mother's milk.

Found another nest of spider eggs after the young elf stepped in them. The mad boy stamped on them before We could eat Our fill. Selfish!

We stared at him over the fire that night and asked it questions. It didn't like that. He went off and pretended to talk to its dead father. The boy is addled.

Night brought more delightful chaos. We awoke to a panicked boggle charging through our midst with frogmen in its wake. Frogmen were a fleeting distraction. They died easily.

**Day 3**

Found Borin's Folly. Aptly named. The entire place was a ghost town.

The mad boy raced ahead like an eager child on their nameday. Blackened bones rose to greet them. Some yet burned with the fires We had come to extinguish.

The elf wench acquitted herself well, as did the goblin. While she held the bridge, the goblin fired arrows of ice and made them explode. Most impressive!

The minotaur took the lion's share of the punishment. Fool beast nearly got itself killed. Would We hate that? Perhaps not. Its meat looks delicious.

Found Borin fighting an fire elemental. Saved his life with the Light Eater's blessing. Poor fool was aflame when we found him, but selflessly healed the elf girl before tending to his own hurts.

If the boy and the minotaur didn't look so aesthetically different, I could not tell them apart. They both floundered about while the strong carried the day. The elf girl, the elf priest, and Ourself did the heavy lifting.

The goblin is okay. It looks down (up?) its nose at Us. We can't question its intellect, however. It is like Us. Uniquely gifted. Uniquely blessed.

The dwarf gave us thanks and gave the priest a shiny present. It told us of its village's doom. Fire spirits and the burning dead. A most fell light that must be extinguished.

We will return.