Memories of Hex

The Purnama Accounts:

The start of something new

Life can be so confusing, especially in these days of twisted and lost memories. I’ve lost all recollection of my past. I know who I am, but I’ve not the slightest idea as to where I come from, who my family is, and who my friends are. I don’t even know where I’ve ended up.
It seems, however, that I may not be the only one lost in the fog of the mind. Today I wandered out of the forest where I came upon quite a few strange people. I shall list them below.
Bunnbjorn: A man whom I found sitting on a cart. He seems wise in the ways of the land.
Dunswick Garfunkle: An old wizard who seems knowledgeable on strange artifacts of “hex”. Seemingly useful.
Trigip: A very short and personable frog man. Plausibly useful.
Lune Tri: A young female who uses a firearm. She didn’t talk much, which was rather strange. Somewhat useful.
tamamo: Another young lady, whom also spoke very little. She seems useless.
Zorgon: Out of them all, Mister Zorgon was by far the most interesting. Regardless of his blunt and rude way of speaking, people seem to want to follow and listen to the man. Who uses a form of spell casting. He seems to be the most useful of all the capable new allies.
After we all made the acquaintance of one another, we headed into the halls of a tree-like complex wherein we encountered bats, orcs, skeletons, a Minotaur, and a quirky egg head who turned out to be the long lost brother of Zorgon. We faced the challenges of the Minotaur and claimed a strange “Piece of Hex” which is now directing us in a new direction. We left with newfound allies in the orcs Jeff, Zug-Zug, and Krug.
After departing from the forest we entered an expansive field which we soon discovered was being plagued by famine and disease. The wildlife is nearly gone, but those that remain are said to be extremely hostile. We found the body of a man who had been mauled by some form of animal. On his person we found a field journal, in which he wrote of an experiment and a vague mention of some type of creature.
I’ve decided to record my experiences, for we know not how long these memories will cling to us these days. It is better to remember than to forget.
What will the future hold? What dangers await our merry band of misfits? What does fate have in store for us next? The days to come sure aught to be interesting. I do hope these travels provide the insight I seek….



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