One by one, Baako Mahmoud's recording of events.

[Dugs]

Three days, four fights, one head. I will be a threat to this well, they will fear me as they do Fowabo, and as they did Vico.

Fight One : Emiliana and I were in the gutters when we were ambushed by three men, some Bandaged man who called himself Nasferatu, nonsensical. A halfling, and some cleric of the Wroth accompanied him. In the 3 vs 2 skirmish, I managed to putdown the Unholy-man, though we flee'd at this time.

Fight Two : Condottiero Paolina tasked myself, Emiliana and Ottavio with dispatching a man in Qadira, unfortunately there was a mishap, our Condottieri had said Bianchini, Fat, Bald. Not realizing Bianchini was the name, not a descriptor we had went, and there we found a fat, bald, pale man. After Emiliana paid off the locals, a quick sweep of the area showed no fruit of other men that fit the description. I engaged the fat-man and took him down in but three swings, I am not paid to kill men honorably, I will slit their throats whilst they sleep, if I must.

Fight Three : Recluta Blackadder approached me and said the Condottiero was not happy with her scolding of us for messing up the job, and that he was instructed to beat those involved down... His mistake was asking for me to make it a fight. The Dwarf and I fought for a few minutes, his War-Mace against my Greatsword... I put him down and rolled him over, for there was no bad blood. It was simply business, as far as anyone else knows, the message was received.

Fight Four : In truth, this was the easiest of the Four, there was an elf in our Barracks who was banned from the premisis, Recluta Blackadder, Ottavio and... I don't remember the last one, were entertaining her wishes to join our band. If you ask me, there are to many of us as is, perhaps I should have been killed for my failure, but... I wasn't. I'll find that fat fuck someday, no rat can hide forever.


Takeaways :

Fight One : Supply issue, while they fully enchanted and ready to fight, Emiliana and I had to make due with what we had, we fought well, she has common sense in such places.

Fight Two: I had my doubts that this man was the man we sought, when I'd brought it up, my fellow Recluta said that I misheard, that the man was fat *like* a modini, when in fact we were looking for a Fat Modini. I should have affirmed my position, a mistake I will not make again.

Fight Three : I underestimated Blackadders hide, I believe I had more in the way of valuable potions than he did, and this is what won me this battle. If we were to fight on even footing, I would be wise to use more powerful things earlier on.

Fight Four : It is time to delve into our Records, even though I was the first to swing on this Elf, I underestimated her too, she was more nimble than expected, but she ultimately was no true match. Had I been more aware of who is and isn't banned, I could have stated the assault much earlier.

[Dugs]

The locals have a saying, "live and drink," a mantra that seems simple yet profound. I've come to understand it in a way they perhaps do not intend. Thirst varies greatly among men, not just for ale, but for life, for battle, for coin. My companion, a Dwarf of insatiable thirst, exemplifies this. It's the holy waters of Ephia that keep him on his feet... mostly.

Our travels took us to Hufaithd, or so I believe it's spelled. It's a name as strange and foreign as the creatures inhabiting it. Blue-skinned, vaguely humanoid, and utterly repugnant, they were a sight I wish to erase from memory.

Tension arose between DB and Emilia over a disagreement—likely concerning Emilia's compensation for a collective blunder. The warning was clear: another mistake could prove lethal. I'm not eager to test the truth of those words.

The task at hand was straightforward for someone of my talents. My blade, an extension of my will, met no worthy adversary among those blue abominations. Each swing brought me closer to mastery, to the renown I seek. Blood was spilled, coins exchanged hands; by all accounts, a profitable day.