User blog:Ziharku/Log 11: The Troupe

The girl, my companion, feared for me. She had gone to retrieve others she had known to aid in search of me. A veritable army, they arrived in enough time to aid in the killing. The Ranger (a Mithra surprisingly a male though his delicate features could pass for a female’s) and Dragoon (a male Elvaan, tall and rather odd) were those that arrived first and assisted though I could not see them so deep in my blood-rage. Another Thief, a little one and more prudent than his fallen predecessor found the location and doubled back to lead the rest of the group. Red Mage (another female Hume, very shocked when she saw one like herself fallen to the beast), Monk (a Hume female, rather intimidating), Beastmaster (a male Elvaan though with his soft features and lower height, he might as easily pass for a female as well), Corsair (a male Hume, rather proud to be against ‘my kind’), my companion (having taken up the way of the Samurai in…how long has it been since we parted?) all followed the Thief and ensured that the body was properly downed and disposed of after removing me from atop it. I woke to hear the details and that the departed were properly put to rest. The little ones, the White Mage and Black Mage, eagerly informed me that they too were joining the troupe. My companion offered me a place as well in this group of…sell-swords? Hesitant, I accepted. At least I could keep the voices at bay if she were near me. Especially since a new voice had added itself to the chorus in my head, though I noted it was well suppressed….