My Name is Chisel Blackstone from the Water Seeker clan. My long journey to find the prophet of St. Cuthbert has finally come to an end. As I had been told he is a fair skinned Dwarf named Marques. He has a group of companions that would stick out in any crowd. They have a Goliath, an albino elf, a couple of humans and most interestingly a nomae. Many years ago a nomae visited our clan. He was an entertainer and told wonderful stories of adventure. This nomae seems to know magic and is an important member of the group.

I arrived with a group of other Dwarves who had heard of a sanctuary that was created by a group of outlanders who slew a dragon there. I doubted that the prophet of St. Cuthbert would be there but I wanted to learn more of the dragon slayers. To my great surprise it was indeed the prophet’s group that slew the dragon and they arrived in the sanctuary within a few days of our arrival.

I tried in vain to get closer to Marques upon their arrival but they had important business to discuss with a dark elf that was also waiting at the sanctuary. They spoke of things for which I had no knowledge but I quickly realized that they were not in Stone to simply spread the word of St. Cuthbert. There was a mission of great importance to them all and it revolved around a group of humans of noble blood from a strange land called Andior. The group made plans to leave after the sleep cycle. I decided that I would approach them to see if I could go along as a personal guard to Marques. I want desperately to learn more of the water god.

Fortune favored me as the end of the sleep cycle brought the revelation that one of the group had left in the night. A rogue named Sly seemed to have had other plans. There was only a momentary shaking of heads and none seemed overly surprised at his departure. This would turn out to be quite fortuitous for me. I approached the group with an offer of service and was immediately welcomed into the group. Perhaps they trusted me immediately but I believe that their immense power allowed them to accept me without fear that I could harm them in any way. I would soon learn just how powerful this group of outlanders truly is.

The Goliath, Og, carried a great pack on his back. He opened the pack and began to pull out items that he explained he had carried for quite some time. One piece at a time he pulled immaculate parts of plate mail from his pack and handed them to me. I have only seen armor of such quality once in my life and I immediately recognized its value. This group of strangers did not think twice about handing over the armor to me. These acts of trust and kindness do not happen in Stone, ever. Something stirred inside me, this was right somehow, the way things should be.

As we made final preparations to leave I felt comfortable enough to ask for a tongue of water. My tongue had been dry for four cycles now and I had noticed more than a few bulging skins I assumed were filled with water. The knight of the group a white elf named Elijah offered me an entire skin. Once again I was overwhelmed. He seemed to think nothing of it and encouraged me to drink the entire thing. I believe my expression may have given me away. How could anyone drink an entire skin of water? I could not even imagine such a thing and said so out loud. Still, I was quite grateful and now had enough water to last me a month or more. I sipped carefully of the water then dipped the lizard tongue in the water and once it was fully gorged I placed it in my mouth. I felt the coolness of it in my mouth and was refreshed. The tongue would hold enough water for days, or so I thought. More on our adventure later…

I should speak of my new companions so you should know them through my eyes:

Og is a Goliath and big even for that race. I could walk freely under the arch of his legs without him even noticing. He is straightforward and speaks plainly, this I like. I sense no deception in his words or his actions. I felt trust for him immediately and his ability to inflict massive physical damage on his foes is unmatched as I would find out on the way to the steam pits.

Eli is the white Elvin knight. He is refined to a point and well spoken as you would expect from an elf. His words do not carry the bite of the dark elves and his eyes reveal the goodness that resides within. He carries with him great magic and when I happen to move near him I can feel the power of it almost as if he were burning with a small fire. He carries the most magnificent hammer one could ever imagine. In battle he imbues the hammer with his magic and crushes enemies with unnatural strength and skill.

Arlis is a great healer who follows the teachings of the god Varnus. He is quiet and reserved. There is a great sadness about him that troubles me. Stone has taken a toll on him and I believe he longs for his homeland more than the others. His god also grants the power of wielding great water. At one point in our journey he filled an entire tunnel with it. I was awed beyond words and nearly dropped my weapon at the sight. He erases wounds with the slightest touch or a spoken word, great and mighty wounds disappear at his command. His god must have great power indeed.

Rogahl is the nomae. He is full of mirth and mischief as are all nomae’s and I find myself liking him greatly. He is of great resource and only needs to be carried occasionally and even in those times I believe he is simply lazy. No taller than a duergar child he commands a great respect when in battle. He cast spells of great magic and seems able to move himself around a battle without being seen. Some of his magic affects the entire group making us faster and honing our skills for a brief period of time. Someday I hope to return to my clan and tell them of my adventures with this likable nomae.

Marques is the dwarven prophet of St. Cuthbert. He is of solitary focus and often shares the greatness of St. Cuthbert with those we meet, whether they wish to hear it or not. He is unafraid and shares his knowledge freely knowing that St. Cuthbert is the great hope for this world. He willingly travels with the others seeing his purpose and theirs closely aligned. We have had precious few moments to discuss St. Cuthbert as of yet but I hang on every word. I will learn many great things from Marques and I hope to stay with him for a long time. He is quite good in combat as well. His divine power manifests itself in powerful blows. In battle he sputters the virtues of St. Cuthbert while smashing in heads and breaking bones, which is a bit unnerving.  There is a certain something in his voice and in his eyes that at times seems to give light to nearly maniacal zealot within. He is not warm or endearing but no good leader is.

There is one other I have yet to meet. A human archer named Talon. He should be joining us shortly though his current mission has not been told to me.