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My first day of my new vocation: Rogwel Ambassador. I feel flushed with purpose and excitement. Today I will journey to Elerd. I will go without arms, and I will do my best to speak to them, and damn the consequences!
Finally, a proper garden party
I catch up with J for brekky in the garden and try to tell her of my plans. It's a little hard to talk about peace to someone carrying a Pom-sized sword dripping with elf blood.
She agrees to come along of course, though I bet it's not peace she's after.
David Drocilephisus Rangidoon Bop, Ambassador of Dance
My sanguine friend and I head back to Garnedine and board the Zeppelin for Elerd. Oh but do I love zeppelins! Gives me a shiver every time I see them swoosh through the air, bigger than sky whales, rumbling with incomprehensible power. Plus they served a nice light lunch and complimentary beverage.
The invasion base in Elerd
The unofficial ambassador to Elerd, and the plucky young girl that helps him out
Um... Yer standing too close
The first thing we find in Elerd is a dead Pom. This does not bode well.
So this is Elerd. Beautiful, really. Dark and mysterious, with vegetative nature sprouting from every angle in strange woolly curves.
Even the monsters are cuter than ours
But at every crossroads we came to, guards jumped out at us. These were not the Elerdian citizens I wanted to speak to! These are just blind automatons, mindlessly soldiering their duties! I have no desire to kill them so we run, much to my friend's disappointment.
I begin to go south and somehow we lose each other in the convoluted forests. She tells me she's going back to the base to head home. I sigh and wish her well. I will continue without her if necessary.
All of this scenery, but no Elerds. Where could they be hiding? In their towns? Are they all in Rogwel, trying to take us over just as I'm trying to broker peace? Or maybe there are no Elerds. Maybe it's a lie invented by the corrupt council to keep us in a state of war. Maybe the whole continent is deserted!
Oop, there's one.
I go up to him and give a customary cheer.
He hits me with a sword.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
There I am, running like a little girl all the way from the outpost back to the invasion base, weaponless, downing potions, out of breath. Who would attack an unarmed Pom clearly of no threat?
Somehow I make it panting back to the invasion base, hidden for the moment from Elerdian eyes. Something is wrong here. Something is wrong with this country and ours if this madness must continue.
Back at the base I run into a whole band of Rogwelians. A war party! They are massed and grouping and growing in number. Their purpose is obvious. This is an invasion!
I decide that though I am a pacifist at heart the only way I will be able to explore this wide and dangerous world is to tag along with those much stronger than myself. I will become the unofficial cultural attaché to this bloodthirsty warband. And may god have mercy on our souls.
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