The Descendants of Tarakona
It has been two years since I left my monastery, the Quivering Palm Sect. Since my forced pilgrimage by my sensei, I have seen many wonders and oddities in this world. I have broke bread with, and at times fought, many races with many hues; whether it was with barbaric Orc hordes or the civilized men of cities that sprawled over the country side. It is with great embarrassment that I recall being captured by the Sahuagin (pronounced sah-HWAH-gin). If there are more evil creatures walking the land, I have yet to meet them. They killed my associates who I was traveling with. These associates of mine were not warriors or adventures, simply a business man who was relocating to a new city in hopes of better life and the wife and two children that were loyal enough to follow him. The feeding frenzy that ensued after their slaughter was sickening. And, if not for the fortuitous intervention of the Adventuring party who calls themselves ‘the Intruders’, I would be a meal for these evil creatures as well. I think I will follow these ‘Intruders’ for a while. They interest me. Especially the stone man.