D. D. Gant

Crazy Bastard

Troupe

Casualties

Lucre

Report

I met Garnos at The Belching Leopard and took a job becoming his retainer. He led me and his three companions to the old Malévol house. We flipped a coin to the ruffian by the gate and climbed down the well. What followed was a mad dash through the catacombs below the residence, beginning with the murder of some diminutive dragon-man construct. The half-orc brothers covered themselves in its unnatural blood. My employer Garnos took a flask from the creature, sipped from its toxic acid contents, and perished. I stuck with the man Jarem, thinking myself wise to keep distance from the half-orcs. A music-playing Yonte man named Tinkersack met up with us at this time. Eastward through many doors we encountered a trio of troglodytes camouflaged in a room of mould and mushrooms. Krusk let an arrow fly through the door and I took the frontlines with Chaktah, but I was struck unconscious before the melee ended. I awoke alongside cold corpses in that dark chamber, my holy symbol stripped from me, the others nowhere to be seen. I crawled around through the dark until I came to a long tunnel, which I followed through the darkness for many minutes until, lo, I emerged into the wine cellar of the Nag’s Head! I thought it unlawful to leave without informing the proprietor, but found him surprised and thankful. I wondered about my companions’ fate. Verily, that is not the last New Osrae has seen of Crazy Bastard! Praise Girru.