Very Serious Fantasy Craft Adventure

Letters from Red Herring to Lindelani Fisher

Red's Diary 01

Dear ‘Lindelani’,

I hope ya doin’ well and still ain’t murdered my old-timer for raidin’ ya closet a couple months ago. I had a hoot and a haf when Pops wrote ‘bout ya undergarments. Wait, maybe I shouldena wrote this. Aw hells, I got no more paper and I don’t want it ta look messy. So if ya readin’ this Pops, ya deserve the poor woman’s scorn. Also, I don’t like your new name, I prefer Gerel.

I’ve had quite the adventure down south here. I visited a land that, can ya believe this, had less iron than Joe’s “blacksmithin’ shop”. Then I got kicked out ‘cause this knucklehead fella thought it’d be cleva to swindle the only metal they got and blame me for it.

I moved on East, or what I believed to be East. Remembah I told ya, I lost the compass ya gave me a year ago? Yeah, I haven’t been able ta replace it, yet. I came across this port named… ta be honest, I dunno. I rememba the first thing I did was buy some paper.

Then I went into a bar ta scope out the people, ya know? And then this fella that goes ‘round by the name Luke and drinks me undah the table, ya know I ain’t good with alcohol, and I do amitt we caused a ruckus, ‘cause all I remembah after that is runnin’ away from a boat load of people with pitchforks and torches and with Luke by my side. We jumped on a boat on barrels and I can’t remembah much after that. Next thing I know, Luke and I are stowaways on a merchant ship heading to Gods know where ina crossroads of hangover and sea sickness.

Wasn’t my day for sure.

After we met alla the crew mates, I encountered the knucklehead that’d framed me for theft! An a few other passengers. ‘Pparently, knucklehead’s name is Carby, and believe this, that man is shorta than ya! Met a guy, righteous lookin’ guy, named Talion whossuposed ta be a priest of sorts, but he got a bigger sword than mine! I think he’s compensatan, or maybe he’s cut, ya never know with those religions. I also met this pretty lady named Evangeline, she’s one of them quiet-types, and her body guard, who appeared ta be real jumpy named Vince. I call ’er Eve, ’cause Evangeline takes too long ta say and spell.

We drifted foreva and then a storm rolled in. We crashed into some bluffs and made our way inta the island. The storm hit us hard and the ship left without the six o’ us. Luke, Carby, Talion, Eve, Vince, and me.

It was the tropics, Lindy, nothin’ like we got up there. I cut up my coat’s sleeves ‘cause it was too damn hot down here. For a second, I almost considered throwin’ out my darn hat! I saw a colorful purple bird and it seemed that it could point us in the right direction, but everyone thought I was crazy.

This expedition of mine has been real thrillin’. We met some very short cannables, a looney masked hunchback, who didn’t want to gimme my book as payment for getting’ him a stone frog, and a sea man who really, really likes Talion.

Sorry for the long ramblin’ Lindy, and thanks for takin’ care of Pops. I know somewhere out there, ya wishin’ me the best, and I’m wishin’ you the best with your “Priestess” goals too. I’m one step closer ta findin’ the ancient aliens which I set out to for my Old man, ‘parrently there are something called Saurians I’ll need to look into. I’ll be back as soon as I get my hands on the bones of the ancient “Saurians” or the location of one o’ their cities.

Also, apparently the island I was on was called Soramanti and I’m headin’ ta the city of Plock in the Sebadorian island now. Hope I’ll see ya soon Gerel!

-Red “the Seeker” Herring


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