Orenthal's Report - Cursed Isle

Musings:

One would think that a laborious and deadly encounter would find a group of individuals, regardless of station, either bound together as one or bring about villainy and treachery. Upon examination, I have seen both, in the still aspirating and the necrotic of our little boat party.

I have been inspired by seeing the death of new creatures by our hands. It fills me with wonder at where does the will reside. I hope to one day finally see it revealed as I am certain that it must reside somewhere in the flesh, hidden, like the yellow dust inside a sunflower.

Personal Observations:

Old Jarl has finally proven himself worthy of his name. Whilst on the vessel he seemed like a man of strong voice and backbone. Now he has faded into the recess of his own mind, never giving input at all to where this is all going. Somehow we will have to do it together.

Khalo seems to intentionally not want to be liked by others. He seems afflicted with some personality disease. For a man of the wild, he seems to understand little of the elements. Maybe he derives his power from some other form of intellect, maybe his will. He recently took personal offence to the element of the earth, which seems as ridiculous as feeling personally insulted by the wind, or being of the position that dirt is out to get him. He seems to feel this way with things that do have will as well, which is alarming. It probably has something to do with Dwarfin anatomy. I will continue to observe his behaviour as he could probably fell me quickly. If he dies, I will want to see what his brain looks like.

Jace might be one of the most amusing people I have come across. There doesn't seem to be any erratic behaviour from him and he seems driven purely by the lust of adventure and how he could sensationalize it. I find his shouts and utterances during fights not only whimsical but also inspiring. If he dies, I will want to see what his brain looks like.

Soromir almost chopped down Khalo because Khalo pushed him. Extremely rash. However, that sword if pointed in the right direction is extremely useful. Sometimes I notice when he fights, he gets a look in his eye which appears to whither his opponent. I hope I can figure out where this power must reside. Probably a connection between the pneumatic and the optics. If he dies, I will want to see what his brain, lungs and eyes look like.

Oster has been treated extremely poorly. While he seems to be the only one amongst us who can sniff out a trap, that skill has made him invaluable to our survival. And yet, our band of adventurers seems to treat him no better than a canine. How he has continued to help us, I have no idea. I will have to observe him further. If he dies, I will want to see what his brain looks like.

And then there is Osbert. What can I write that would make the incomprehensible seem sane? This self proclaimed man of a god, appears to want to rectify injustices in the world so he leaps to confront deadly wasps by himself, which marks itself against his character because just 24 hours before he ran from them in terror in the night. If I hadn't pulled his dying body out of that chamber I would most definitely wanted to see what motivates him. I think it must reside in the genitals. He consistently chides myself and the rest of the party for what he believes are irrational actions and then puts the party in danger by leaping into action without any regard to the rest of our well-being. He is so cautious when exploring the tower but then seemingly without thought leaves danger behind us possibly blocking our chance to escape. Lastly, he dared challenged my intellect when discussing extra-planar beings. At what college did he attend? Where did he receive his education? I spent my entire childhood in the library (and in the lab for dissection) and then my early adulthood at college. I respect this man's ability at swinging a stick (he is quite good at it, hence the genitals) for he could cut me down quickly and yet he doesn't even possess the ability to see when he is outmatched in wits? He desires to right evils and yet leaves prisoners entombed with out hesitation? Diagnosis: Psychopathy. If he dies, I will want to see what everything looks like.

Prognosis:

Currently, I am finding the people I am working with far more intriguing than this island. However, I need to survive to make it to the Domelands. The cave is probably are best route now, as I don't think we have the capability of fighting the Hellcat and the den of wasps now appears folly. If we could fell the Feline, it would be moot anyhow as I am sure the dissection of an invisible creature would prove very difficult without the proper tools and lab setting.