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The next of our companions we discovered in the backwater town of Calmedpassionate.
We always found the backwaters were rife with trouble, and had great need of a stout blade. Here we found a brave soul in the form of Anticheese Stokesparkle, a seasoned Crossbowman who frequently scouted the surrounding region.
He saw us to the nearby town of Keyclimax without incident. Times had been getting tense in the party, and we were happy to receive the quest to kill a cyclops, before we spent our anger on each other.
It was just the ticket to get us back to harmony of some description.
The next notable incident occurred as we travelled northwest. Our resident ranger, Anticheese, led us astray many times, and my blade felled a great many gargoyles. We stopped in the burnt out ruin of a town named Futurewood. It rots in the shadow of the Dark Fortress of Incestnotches, the goblin-held site that had led the campaign to destroy Futurewood over a thousand years prior.
We met a man there named Nagashiro Rulejuggler. He sat quietly at first. So quietly we did not immediately see him. It soon became obvious he was no threat, despite his mask of iron and accouterments.
He told us he had never held a home, and that he wandered from place to place, telling of his visions.
Then he told us why he was here. He wanted to talked to me. Me specifically!
Captain Ironblood interrupted his brother at this point. "You specifically? How could he know you would be there?"
"He was a prophet. How do you think?" snapped Kodor, irritated that his story had been interrupted.
"Very well. What did he want to tell you?"
"He wanted to tell me I was one of the Progeny. And he wanted to tell me who could give me the answers I needed."
"That doesn't explain what the Progeny is. Or who they are."
"Let me continue my story then. We near the end of this particular mystery."