Maybe I should have told them a bit more about my powers, but then again, they didn't help me anyways. Those fuckers just left me unconscious in the middle of the glade. Durthy has chopped plenty of people in two and they happily stuff them in a bag of holding and question the corpse, but when I try to rush in, it's time to hold back and try to turn me into a newt. No thanks.
It all started 10 years ago. I was 20, an adult elf, but still young enough to feel invincible. And I was weak. Have you ever seen an old weak elf? Nope -- the weak ones are on the front lines, cannon fodder in conflicts. They don't make it to 30. Honestly, at that age, I didn't quite think I would either. I was stuck in the army as a pawn, and that just doesn't suit me one bit. As a powerful warlock I moved up quickly, gained power and comfort. I was able to start a family and have a real life. The bargain I had made was in the back of my head after a year - I got on with my life.
Warlock powers don't just spontaneously appear, they're granted. A deal with the devil, you might say. Or a verdant prince in my case. I got these magical powers and a special connection to the power of the fey. In return, I owed him an unspeakable amount of money and unspeakably evil relics. I had planned to kill him with my unit before I ran off. I didn't even realize how quickly it was coming up when I met these adventurers. They had to have known something was up with my powers though, they're so obviously unnatural.
It wasn't until we were in the city, after dealing with the cult of basc that I even thought to check a calendar. I figured I'd just come up with a dream one night, say I saw this guy doing evil things, maybe pretend he's linked into the Medusan Lords somehow. I've saved their butts enough they'd owe me this once. Besides, they usually seem gungho about rushing into kill evil things, ask questions of the corpse later. And with durthy's axe habit... But no, this one time they had to exercise caution. Obegard tried to stop me, ineffectively, but he did prevent me from blasting the shit out of Witchthorn. Until Witchthorn blasted the shit out of me and then entangled me in that damned plant monster.
Oh, and we happened to get into a huge fight with another evil alchemist, met the woman who kissed Obegard, found out she took his pendant to get us to kill said evil alchemist, traveled to some weird interdimensional library of people who know everything about our lands, found out there's some other land beyond our lands and you can travel to them somehow, and a few other minor issues. Nothing of importance really
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