Session 13 : The disapointment

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The walk towards the tower wasn't difficult, it was rather pleasant. The cats were chatting, and Hoskgak kept wondering why people just plot against each other. It will be so easy to give them a sword and deal with it face to face. Do you want to be the leader of the tribe? Just fight for it. So easy. Yet it doesn't seem to be the way this world works. Regardless of how this people solve their leadership issues, one thing was clear, there was nothing left for them there, so Rictavio was probably the next step to the journey, whatever that journey was.

The path leading to the tower was muddy. Flanked at both sides by water and a tiny bit of grass in the middle. The party was quite reluctant to make the first step. God knows what will lie on that grass. More snakes? More deadly wasps? Ireena took the first step toward the tower and its poorly lit entrance, showing the valour the party has lost since they entered that forsaken land.

Hoskgak did a walk surrounding the tower. There was a horse with enough meat to feed the party for a week, and the familiar carnival wagon of Rictavio. One possible way to enter would be a strange scaffold on its side, but the wood was quite damaged, it will surely not hold the weight of his armoured body. Only the main door was left to gain access.

A riddle? Fire and Ice? A strange choreography performed by Destiny, Serenity and Hoskgak? The door opened, revealing four golems whos only purpose was to motion the elevator up the tower.

Once up, some old person said it was Rictavio. Well, not nearly close to Rictavio looks, but the old man knew a lot of this world. So much, that Destiny and Serenity did what they know best, talk until someone falls asleep or dies.

A cleric? That was the only thing Hoskgak understood from their conversation. Andralos was a cleric! So many years of stories told by his mother. The great fighter, she said. Keep his way of life Hoskgak, she said. Fight for your life, for the greater good and you will be like him. I don't want to be a f**g cleric! I'm a fighter and a fighter fights, and wins. Why did mama lie to me? Did she know she was lying? Was she trying to comfort a fatherless child unwanted by the tribe? Hoskgak's expression saddened. What I have been following? I've been trying to be Andralos. Be respected. Admired by people I don't know and I don't care. Andralos was perhaps an accomplice of this Strahd. I need to discover more about this world. Not so much to become the next Andralos, but to find my own way, to know why this Andralos made such a legend out of this land. 

As someone once told me: "Don't blame people for disappointing you, blame yourself for expecting too much from them"

Hoskgak had one last thought before he closed his eyes: I am Hoskgak. Who are you, Andralos?

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