Master Munster #5

Journal Entry #29

Boy does he have a mean swing on him. We sparred for most of the day and I learned the hard way he’s a black smith. Pop told me that his people, the sea elves, were under a tyrannical rule. And that he sought to take them out. Through him and some of his friends, he was gonna start a revolution. He offered me a small sum of coins to join him in the revolt. I turned down his offer. After all, I’m a monster hunter not a mercenary. Fighting fellow men always bored me, they all swing the same. Range and spell casting is annoying, martial is tedious, and they are very fragile. Cut with around eighty pounds of force and the fights over. Fighting monsters is just that much more exciting. I’m sorry, friend for your home but I cannot join you. I will be sure to teach you my methods regardless. Grow strong fish elf!

Journal Entry #30

Been about a week, training Popps, went on 2 missions, and ranked up again. Pretty sure I’m a rank nine now, one rank beneath guild master. Some people call me Master Hawk, not a fan if I’m being honest, makes me feel old. Well whatever, the two missions were slay quests and I’ve managed to kill my first dragon. It was a younger adult, more arrogant and believing itself immortal. Fun fight, felt bad once it recognized it was losing. Also Popps went home, he finally beat me in a fight fair and square. Gave him a new hammer as a gift as well as a dread helm. At his height? He’d look like a monster with it on. Figured it would help his social ineptitude, Ha!  Well, it was a rather busy week. I also learned the other rank niners were going to hold a meeting to meet me. So that’ll be interesting. Will write more when it happens. 

Journal Entry #31

The meeting was kinda rude followed by a pleasant dinner. A small group of the niners came into my room at the guild and picked up my bed, tied me to it while I was still snoozing. Then I was brought to the sea and thrown into the shallow end. Bound, bare, and just waking up, I pulled out a small knife I had in my bracelet and cut my ropes slowly. Carving my way out and feeling the water begin to pull my bed further in. I flew to my feet and turned to the men laughing on the beach attempting to beat them down. The moment I got in range and landed a couple swings they congratulated me. Telling me I was deserving of the title seeing the strength and fury I had in that moment. They brought me to one of the guild buildings near the edge of town. A full on training hall that I haven’t visited since I began. I was treated to a full workout with every niner. Though the spell variety spent most of their time reading and playing games like chess and wartable. I had a superb time training and even got to play a couple chess matches. They were surprised I had any head at all since most folks thought I was a brute! Then we all went out for dinner at this nice sit down restaurant. We had wine and food and a great time just sharing stories. I could barely see my front door when I got home. It was a blast, apparently they use the rookie meeting every year to just get together and party. As there are only thirty nine total niners at the moment. And scarily enough, the old timer in charge is still the strongest. Kind of interesting to say the least, given how some of those freaks could probably pick up a mountain. 

Journal Entry #32

Life has been rather mundane this last month. I’m currently sitting on a lord's amount of gold. And there haven’t been any huge monsters in a while. I could go on to be homeless right now and walk the earth doing nothing. And I’d still be living lavishly. I’ve scouted every direction around town for a couple weeks and there wasn’t much activity. In fact thinking back on it, it was rather too quiet out there at times. Well anyway, got bored and came back and tried to read through a couple books I was given. Made it through about half of them before I got bored again. I went to the training hall and learned that all of the niners were on a mission helping the Magnolians with their ice giant problem. I missed the memo while I was scouting the forest. So I was by myself protecting Raven point from any issues there might be. I decided to write an entry today out of boredom. I’m also now curious why it was so quiet out there. Will update on that soon. 

Journal Entry #33

I may have fucked up. So the red dragon I killed was this guy’s son. This guy being an ancient red dragon who came to the town in search of me. I  managed to talk him into a fair fight away from here. So that we could minimize damage. And this dragon agreed, and that if I am late, the country will be reduced to charred earth. This may be my last writing, so I’m being fast with my will. Whoever has this journal can have it all, if you can pick it out of the ash. 

Update: Those rookies who were with us against the spiders wanted to help me. Give me a chance to survive, and a chance for them to prove themselves. I tried to talk them out of it, but they were steadfast. I’m going to bring these kids to their graves. 

Journal Entry #34

I should not be alive. I should not be given such a reward. They should be here, not me. The rookies all perished during the fight. And I managed to finish the job. The dragon was slain by my sword. I’m down a leg and my prosthetic is broken. Whatever God is looking upon me, do me a favor and bring them back. And while you’re at it, at least swap the leg with the other one. I don’t have any balance.

Journal Entry #35

The master came to my room today. He came to offer me a magic prosthetic leg. That or he can pay for a healer to come and regenerate my limbs. I chose the prosthetics, since even I can’t afford the cost or the journey. He offered to bring them to me in three days. And with them I could re-learn how to walk and fight again. I guess I can see what happens from here. To more adventures?