The famous exploits of Welveren The Wandering Wizard

Welveren the Wandering Wizard, Chapter 3 (Journal Logs Part 1)

*quick author's note! The "Journal Logs" parts of the story are all flashbacks to the past, and what crazy shizz Welveren has done in his profession of being a mercenary! If you see a chapter labeled journal logs, it simply provides backstory to Welveren's character and almost always has nothing to do with the main storyline of Welveren's quest to find and help Ro and keep her from danger. Thank you!

POV: Welveren is sitting at the base of a tree. It's been a month since the fiasco at the pass and he's still heading NW to look for Ro. He is eating and resting while he pets his mouse, Picard.

         "I'm bored." I said to Picard for the 5th time today. I had been hitching rides, horseback riding and stopping at inns for many years. Being a mercenary was starting to get old. No, it's not. I thought to myself. I would never not love my job. I was worried, even if I didn't want to admit it. Ro could be laying dead in a ditch. I pushed away these thoughts and tried to write in my journal, but there was nothing to write. No bounty hunters had come after me. I hadn't been laid in months, long before the Pass. All I'd been doing was heading Northwest, where the legend of the Sunsword was. That's all I knew, that some crazy bard with the Waffle People wanted a Sunsword, if it even existed. And I had to either stop her or help her. Out of pure curiosity I convened the magicks of my ancestors, and closed my eyes. As I opened them I looked into my journal, and began to read to Picard one of my earliest entries. My mind was swept away as I read, my eyes became glazed over and eventually closed though I kept reading. I retreated into the depths of my brain and conjured a flashback.

78 YEARS EARLIER

The snow whipped across my pale elven flesh. My clothing quivered in the wind, and had it not been all white I could've be seen from miles away. It also helped my hair had just turned paper white. I was a young, naive 187 year old Drow on my third job, high on the thrill of adrenaline that would never get old in the coming centuries. I had left the great nests not long ago, and I was one of very few who ever left after the Wars, which were pretty recent at the time. A lot of people would have beaten me to death for being a Dark Elf but I didn't mind. I was stupid, I was young and I was filthy rich by Young-Dark-Elf standards. Most of my kind had retreated underground after the great Wars, mainly because our name had been tainted. All of us were seen as ruthless killers, weapons of war. I was never going back to the nests located deep in the mountains. I had to do this job. I loved wheelin' and dealin', kickin' ass and takin' names and trying to get laid while I did it. No way was I going back to the nest to be the father of three little snotty ass Drow, just so they could grow up and worship the priests for a century like I had to. I was a free spirit, baby. I was an outcast by Drow standards but its not like there was any other Drow up here to care. I had only seen one Drow since I left the nests. He was drowning in a puddle of his own blood in a tavern while people kept on drinking their mead as if nothing happened.

My mind turned from these thoughts. The rest of the crew was sleeping, and I was the lookout. I saw a few specs in the distance. My eyes went wide and I instinctively grinned. I rushed over to the crew and woke em up. "Guys, guys, they're comin'." I whispered. They quickly all sprung into action. A dwarf armed with a crossbow who I was quite fond of named Jay-miel was there, who was the Tank of the group. There was two humans, brother and sister by the names of Noah and Ariel who were the muscle. Their job was mainly to do the robbing, grab the package and leave while I and the dwarf covered them. The leader, a quiet Tiefling by the name of Carrion, was supposed to hijack the convoy, kill the security and take the drivers hostage, or kill them too. Carrion rarely ever spoke, but when he did he was usually telling one of us to shut up. All of them were up and at the ready in a second, their instincts hardened after years of being on the run. I was impressionable and new, and held them up as my heroes. We sat in silence, staring at the convoy riding along the snow. "Dwarf, Drow, flank the other side. I'll send in the siblings and myself soon." Said Carrion. We nodded yes and began to hike up to the other end of the snowy slopes, looking through telescopes. My job was to use ranged magic attacks to disable the wheels, while the dwarf used his crossbow to kill off outside security and provide covering fire so the siblings and Carrion could do their job. Off in the distance were a few specks, that were the siblings and Carrion. Jay-Miel looked through the telescope intently, waiting for Carrion's signal. Other than the convoy and us, there was nothing but snow for miles and miles in the barren wasteland that was Tundra.

I sat and began to conjure the ancient spells, at the ready to fire at the convoy. The dwarf held up five fingers, and began to count down. When his hand was a closed fist, I released the arcane magick, balls of mystical flame erupting from my hands. They pierced the fierce winds, hitting two of the main carriages wheels head on, forcing it to stop. The horses pulling the main carriage whinnied in fear, and the escort riders began to hop off their horses, looking intently and pointing various ranged weapons in random upward directions. Then the dwarf began firing. One by one, the escorts outside fell to the ground, Jay-Miel's aim true. All that was left was the security inside the carriage and the driver. Jay-Miel and I laid down cover fire, until a strange noise erupted from a large, oddly shaped box on wheels that was pulled behind the main carriage. The siblings and Carrion were already in plain sight, sprinting towards the carriage before they realized what extra cargo they had. A latch was pulled by someone inside the carriage, and a huge door fell away from the large box. The siblings looked up in terror as the Dwarf-Giant crushed them both within an instant. The soft white snow was stained with blood. I instinctively vomited and Jay-Miel sat starstruck. He quickly snapped out of it and ran down to help Carrion, who was barely fighting the beast off. "Jay, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?", I screamed but he did not listen. "Oh fuck." I muttered to myself. I started to panic. I took a few deep breaths and quickly followed the dwarf, ready for a fight.

And there we were, out in the barren plains of the Tundra. Carrion used a huge longsword he carried, stabbing and parrying the the large creature's blunt attacks. The dwarf pulled out an axe and made a deep cut into the Dwarf-Giant's fist. It roared in anger and charged him while he barely leaped out of the way. I, meanwhile, hopped into the carriage. I saw the chest and one security guard and what looked like a very rich elf. We stared at each other for a full second until I and the guard tackled each other. We rolled around on the ground, beating each other senseless. I eventually got on top of him and snapped his neck. He jerked around on the ground as I sighed heavily, staring at the elf who held his hands high in the air. "Fuckin' hell." I muttered. I grabbed the box and stepped out into the snow, leaving the harmless elf behind. The dwarf giant was just about to wipe out Jay-Miel, who was a bloody mess, until I cast hellfire upon the creature. It roared in pain as my magic burned its flesh, the mystical flame unaffected by the snow. It fell over, the fire now engulfing its entire body. Carrion lay dead a few feet away, Jay-Miel's arm was almost completely severed at the shoulder. Blood poured from the wound into the snow and tears came to my eyes. "Jay, JAY! Wake the fuck up Jay. Jay?". He laid there silently, his eyes staring up into the gray sky. I ran to him and held him in my arms and began to weep. He spoke very silently, his last breaths being taken. "Don't get attached to anyone, kid. It'll only hurt more in this job."

"I don't want this job!" I said, sobbing.

"Yeah you do, kid. It may hurt now but you'll only want to do it again as life goes on. And no one will stop you unless they kill you. I know this, trust me."

I fell to ground, clutching my head and moaned in sadness and misery. I knew he was right.

"Then, then what do I do?" I sniveled.

"In this life, kid, don't get attached. It'll only make things worse. I see the potential in you, kid. No ones gonna cross you and win for a good long time. Only the people around you might not be so lucky."

"Oh god."

He moaned in agony, and muttered something in Dwarfish. I heard something about his mother. The light went from his eyes as he lay there, the snow around him stained with blood and spreading slowly. I sat back, stunned in silence. And I began to weep once more.

PRESENT DAY

I snapped out of the flashback and found tears in my eyes as I looked over the grassy fields that I was sitting in for the past few hours. My skin felt cold, and I could almost feel the warmth from Jay-Miel's body dissipate. I shuddered in horror of reliving the event. "Don't get attached", I heard in the back of my mind. I screamed in anger as the birds quietly tweeted their song. I packed up my things and sprinted NorthWest, my only thoughts of Ro bleeding out in the snowy wastelands of the Tundra.