The Road to windfall keep


    Traveling back always has a different feeling than the journey to somewhere


    A feeling not talked about often in the bards songs


    After the time it takes to lick our wounds so we can even just stand


    Bury the dead if needed…


    Or drag the corpse back if possible


    It’s often feels anticlimactic in a way


    The feeling of success… underpinned by everything that happened before


    The money not truly being worth the friends it sometimes costs


    It’s something many adventurers wish never to feel, instead just wanting to bask in the success of a kill or swim in the loot of a dungeon


    But that’s not what we get


    We get dead friends, scars that can never heal, and often the task of dragging a corpse for miles into civilization


    Beast and man alike


    One for profit


    and the other for respect


    And sometimes we have to bring them both back


    And so I carry my friend home.


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    His story might be over but he shouldn’t just be left on the dirt in mine


    Hopefully his family can finish his work


    Even if he never got the chance to forge with the dragon scales that he helped fell


    His family should be able to finish his life long project


    He was a amazing man, wanting nothing more than to make people happy


    Forging wonders and inventing amazing things


    He was the friend who would kill a dragon for just the right material for his work


    The man who put his everything into everything he made


    Even if it’s just to make a pig fly


    Just because his brother said it was the only thing he couldn’t do


    We never deserved him


    And he never should of sacrificed himself for me


    He was going to achieve more than I could ever possibly imagine


    I’m not even going to be able to continue my work


    Although he saved my life I still lost my hand


    And I have not the means to recover it


    So I drag the corpse of the man I trusted more than anything back home


    Hoping not to be the one who has to tell his family


    He deserved better. They deserve better than me


    The coward who couldn’t even tell him on his deathbed


    That I loved him…


    This isn’t right


    He didn’t deserve this..


    I need to make it right


    Whatever it takes


    I’ll find a way to bring him back


    For his family …


    And when I do. I will fix my cowardice


    and hope he will not hate me


    But first I need to bring him back home


    Home to his family


    To his smart ass of a brother


    To his sweetheart of a mother


    And to his father


    Who I hope he knew was proud of him


    And most importantly, bring him home to his daughter…


    I hope she’ll forgive me


    For being the reason her father died


    The man who taught her to forge


    I don’t think I’d ever be able to forgive me


    Especially for what I must do next


    For what gods I must invoke


    And for who I must deal with to bring him back


    May the ferryman have mercy on me