A Word of Explanation

OOC: Just to let anyone who reads this know, the game of Lagas is currently about to restart. As such I'll be starting up the blog again from my new first turn, but I've left the old one on to give any casual browsers an idea of what the game is about.

Dreams and First Steps (Turn 1)

After the exhaustive journey and eventful arrival it was 12 days before I had fully recovered to continue onward with my journey, but that is not to say my sleep was unbroken as I was haunted by the most bizarre dreams.

The first of these was a glimpse of a possible alternative future. I was even visited by a slim, black skinned chaos beast named Zyrx and we had a long conversation before he left, another explorer on this isle or a figment of my imagination. I fought a strange creatures with names like Forrg, Bendeguz and Blindspider, whilst constantly being visited by visions of the mysterious wooden sign I had seen near the farm and I couldn't shake the image of the cleft from my thoughts.

Finally I was awoken from my slumber by a long haired shape changer named Nathaniel and I realised everything before had been nothing more than the new environment I found myself in playing tricks on my mind. Once Nathaniel had left I spent a little time tidying up my camp and settled back to relax again, this time to be interrupted once more by a fellow elf called Uriel Septim. She looked familiar, maybe I had seen her on the voyage across but before I had chance to ask she was gone. It seems there are plenty of like minded fortune seekers on this Lagas, far more than I'd imagined.

My final night of camp was once again punctuated by dreams but these were far more vivid and real than those previous. I find myself floating over a vast white city, one I do not recognise but feel I have seen before. As I look down upon the streets and notice they are deserted. Why would a city of such grandeur and beauty have no inhabitants? I then see a strange purple sphere floating in the distance and feel myself drawn toward it and as I get closer I start to panic but there is nothing I can do to stop my flight. It is almost upon me, I think I can see some kind of humanoid figure inside it, and then I wake with a start, my heart pounding and beads of sweat running from my forehead, I am back in my camp and it is morning.

Whilst trying to comprehend my dreams I begin to gather my equipment, ready for the journey ahead but I hear voices on the breeze. They tell of some names I recognise from the journey on the prism, Mael, Hammerhands, Nathaniel, my visitor from the previous day and Zyrx, the chaos beast from my dream, could he really exist? The also tell of Ziuya, lover of the White Face God, Y Lassana Mahtab, Empress of the Mahtabhan Empire, Imunath, general of Nevael, Nyurleaps, Overbrain of the Nyurlhotep Hive Mind and Jaios, Senator of the Joimak Culture. Although I can't recount hearing these names or titles before, something in my mind tells me I am familiar with them.

It is finally time to set off again and I think it would be a good idea to head back to the farm I saw last week, but taking a different route. My time in camp has been productive as I've managed to sharpen a few of my skills to aid my survival.

I head west into scrubland and foul odour hits my nostrils. I investigate further I find the corpse of a wolf. I can't tell how long it has been dead and I don't hang around for too long for fear of bumping into whatever killed it. The path soon disappears and I end up fighting my way through the small trees, bushes and scrubs that dominate this terrain, before spying a meadow to the North where the going is easier.

My relief at the easier passage however is soon offset when I young purple skinned Imdaar surprises me and goes about trying to end my life. I've heard the Imdaar are skilled in Magic but this youth's skills are clearly not fully developed and I manage to get two magic missiles off, stopping him dead, before he can even lay a scratch on me. I liberate him of what little gold he carries but also find a fabled object I have only heard of in legend, a teardrop of the gods. It is said these relics can gift the owner a gift, but for now I stow it about my person and head onward.

Finally I arrive back at the farm I passed days ago and this time build up the courage to head up the path a knock on the door. I greeted by a Mahtaban woman who is friendly and invites me inside where I quickly meet her husband. Over fresh bread, cheese and wine we discuss my eventful travels so far and learn that the Mahtaban's are always looking for hired help should I wish to give them a hand in their fields. I also notice a shovel and axe, which I'm sure will come in handy, and the farmer is willing to sell them to be, but at a price I currently can't afford.

Bidding the Mahtaban's a fond farewell I use the opportunity to gather some food of my own, you can never have too much, and succeed once more in increasing my provisions. I stumble once more into scrubland, quickly becoming my least favourite terrain as once more I am set upon, this time by two Tiny Bloodthirsters. Only a week or so one of these insects would have caused my problems but my time in Lagas has already started to harden me and, again, my trusty magic missile puts paid to them with little damage to myself. I'm just about to set off again when yet another Atongo tries to take a bite. Once more I stomp on it but these creatures are quickly becoming an irritant!

I quickly come across a mountain and manage to find a pass through it. The trail however not only snakes around the mountain it is also inhabited by them! A poisonous Kund Snake curls itself into a ball, extends the thorns from its body and begins to roll at speed toward me. I stumble over my incantation but still manage to get a magic missile off, putting an end to the snake before it can puncture my skin with those thorns. I see the little poison sacks upon the dead snake and decide to keep them, who knows when they could come in handy?

I walk a little further along the pass and find a small secluded hollow on the mountain side. It looks like as good a place as any to camp and as I lay slowly falling to sleep again my head begins to fill once more with dreams and visions.

{Out of Character: Just to make everyone aware I actualy recieved a turn 2 before a turn 1, there was a problem with Lagas servers meaning my first orders were processed twice. Once reported the Lagas team quickly rectified and deleted my dummy turns before reprocessing my orders but I've included breif snippets of the deleted turn 2 in the first dreams description. Just a pity I lost all that fame :) }

Arrival!! (Turn 0)

Finally, all the low pay, hard work, late night, early morning jobs I had done over the years, all the sleeping under little shelter on a windswept stormy street had finally come to fruition. I'd managed to save enough to leave this decaying, rotten land and hopefully start a new life in a new world.

I am Darioc Lathdei, an elf of four score years and three and finally I had put aside enough to pay for my passage on the Prism, a galleon that would carry me, and a hundred or so others, to my future and hopefully my fortune. All I could afford to take with me across the blood sea was my fathers old rusty sword and clothes that could be described as little more than rags but, as the captain set anchor, I jumped ashore with eagerness and little foreboding, for I had finally arrived in the land of legend. I has finally set foot upon Lagas.

Now was not the time to stand still, I was amongst the first and wanted to get ahead of the others so I pushed on into the forest that ran along the edge of the golden sands of the shore. All this wood could be useful to make tools and weapons but I must push on, no time to waste.

In no time at all a mountain looms from amongst the trees and the terrain becomes much rockier. I could probably fashion a stone dagger of sorts, I'd imagine this would be use full in all kinds of situations, both to defend myself and create further tools, but again I press on. Then I see it, though whether it's a blessing or not remains to be seen. A small cave, should I investigate? No time, I can always return later and my stomach has other priorities, I must eat soon if my time in this land is to last beyond my first day. I spend time composing myself and cleaning up the small cuts I have obtained from the thick foliage in the forest so, whilst the hunger still haunts me, I feel stronger.

I wander onto bleak heathland and sat upon it is an almost derelict farm building and, by the look of the smoke rising from the chimney, someone may live there! Will they be friendly and cook for me or will they want to cook me? As I contemplate heading up the path and knocking on the door I'm distracted by an aggressive little Atongo. Pah, I stamp it into the floor with no real effort, if this is all I have to fear in Lagas I have little to worry about.

I notice something over on the horizon and I quickly forget of the farm and run over to see what it is. An old rotting wooden sign, parts of it unintelligible, the weather has taken it's toll, but I can make out most of what it says:

"My dear ......You can find the ....... cottage, the home of ..v......., if you go 9 yaacks to e.ast and 7 yaacks to north ! He is .......... for you !Best regards, ..a.....grin´"

I will defiantly follow these directions over the coming weeks, my curiosity eats at me, but for now I walk east into a wonderful peaceful meadow. The calm is soon shattered as a strange looking creature heads toward me, it's intentions clearly not honourable! Looking much like a rubbery caterpillar, roughly 1m long, with needle like teeth and covered in strange spores, it can only be a Gummy Grub. I quickly gather my wits, draw on my magical training and fire a magic missile at the beast. Although the hideous grub winces in pain it keeps coming, opens its grotesque mouth and whips me with it razor sharp tongue. Ignoring the blood that is now seeping from the fresh cut on my arm I fire off another missile, but still the creature advances and whips me again. We trade blows for a while but it soon becomes apparent there can be no winner in this contest and we both retreat to tend to our wounds. Clearly the land of Lagas has greater dangers that an Atongo and as such I spend time thinking of ways to heal myself better.

After a while I continue my journey moving into another area of scrubland, but I can't shake the hunger pains and as I dream of a nice hot meal and strange little creature jumps on me and starts licking my wounds. My first instinct is to brush it off and stomp it, much in the same way as the Atongo, but it is so soothing and some of my cuts even begin to heal. This must be one of the fabled Death-Eaters and my first friend upon these isles!

With the help of the Death-Eater my mood improves but, as I wander along in a haze, my life almost end as I stop just short of falling down an almost bottomless cleft! I warm breeze emanates from below in the emptiness, I can neither see nor hear anything and without a rope I can not lower myself down and see what awaits me down there.

Leaving the cleft behind I head into another meadow and, as with the first, another predator of the land approaches me. Is it a large spider of some kind, no it's a filthy Treecreeper. Again I sue my ability and fire of a magic missile but again, although inflicting some damage the creature continues to advance, spitting acid at me when it gets within range. However, it only manages to spit its vile fluid at me once more, as two more magic missiles finally put paid to it's pitiful life. My first substantial victory, but I don't feel like celebrating, I only wish to eat.

I can go on no longer without food so spend some time foraging and manage to get together enough to serve as a veritable feast! I know sustenance may be sparse so I don't eat it all, just enough to satisfy my stomach, who's needs are answered at last.

In addition to the help of another Death-Eater I tend to my wounds and as the sun begins to go down I set up camp and soon pass into a deep sleep with thoughts of my first day in Lagas playing on my mind. I'm glad I came