(Written in elvish script, with traces of cocaine on the pages)
I’ve seen that little wizard writing in a journal a lot recently, and it’s inspired me to start my autobiography. I’ll start making notes in here and I’ll hire someone later to clean it up for production. I’m thinking of titling it The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, but that may be a bit too long.
Anyway, I suppose I should get started.
For the past year, I’ve been touring the River Republics with the band, and things have been… not great. Don’t get me wrong, the fans loved
me us. But the rest of the band have been real downers to be around. They were starting to take themselves too seriously. Gilly, our drummer, had been on my ass constantly, claiming I’ve been using too much of the white powder. They just don’t know how to party like they used to. Well, I suppose Gilly got to the rest of them, because as soon as we finished our last show, they kicked me out of the band. Can you believe that? They kicked me out of MY band! My name was in the bloody title! And the worst part is, they’re still planning on touring Gleliwyn without me, using MY name. Whatever. I don’t need them. I made the band what it was. They’ll be nothing without me. It’s high time I started my solo career. So I traveled to Gerald, planning to start writing some new songs. But I ran into a problem. The tunes don’t come to me like they used to. I’ve been doing the same old thing for too long. I need to experience new things. I need inspiration.
While I was playing in some inn, the place erupted into a huge brawl. I tried to calm them down, to no avail, and ended up getting dragged into the fray when a young wizard decided to rush me. I used one of the tricks I’ve picked up to contain the damage while I fought him with the power of music. He was scrappier than I expected though, and managed to get the upper hand, knocking me out. Helped me back up after and I ended up with a medal. Apparently it was some sort of competition. Barbaric. The medal was nice, though.
The next morning, I saw the wizard with a group of other adventurous looking fellows, and realized that my luck had just changed. If they’d let me travel with them, I’d be able to see all sorts of new wondrous things. After a little bit of talking, they agreed to let me come with them to investigate some missing people in a nearby village.
We traveled to the village and ran into a couple of were-beasts along the way. I managed to distract one with my playing, which turned out to not be my wisest move. The beast bit me harder than that barbarian girl at that party last year. Now the girl with the funky hair has started claiming that I’m infected. She looks at me like she wants to kill me. She didn’t have time to, though, because soon we were off again to investigate some local witches.
We arrived at the house in the woods and made it into the basement, where there was a caged were-creature. The group also found a book that, as far as I can figure out, used to belong to someone they knew. I must remember to ask them about that. While trying to figure out what to do next, we heard the witches arrive back. The multi-colored ex-cleric stepped out and fired off a spell at the witches, and so we all followed his lead and attacked. The witches paralyzed the dwarf as the wizard fired a bolt of lightning at the were-beast’s cage, freeing it. It tore through one of the witches and attacked the stunned dwarf. The quiet fellow with the large sword threatened the other witch into helping us before brutally attacking the were-beast. After the beast fell, we realized that the witches had meant us no harm, and were simply defending their home. This realization was too late to save the one who had been cleaved in half by the beast’s claws, though.
The guild found out that the witches had been trying to stop the were-beast infestation. They also found out that the important book had been found in the woods. I really must ask them about that Gabriel bloke. Anyway, after those sad events, we went back to the village, and found out that the man we had rescued from the were-beasts had disappeared. The dwarf stayed in the village with the useless girl in the hood, while the rest of us tracked him to a cabin in the woods. The wizard decided to set the place on fire for some reason, with no warning. I ran in to help save some of the victims, but it turns out, there was something more going on. The magic blacksmith found the mayor tied up upstairs, and monsters climbed up from the basement. The quiet guy warned me to run, then through some book at the bloody body of a fallen beast. The book exploded into a huge ball of blood tentacles, that is consuming everything as I write this. I made it into the next room and used the dome spell I used to use as a way to hide from fans. The blood tendrils almost managed to break through it. All I can see outside is blood.
I wanted strange experiences for Inspiration. If they’re still alive, this group looks like they’ll be a perfect source.