


The OOC story...
A new Clan Lord Exile, fresh off the boat as they say, chronicles impressions from Puddleby, it's surroundings, co-exiles and adversaries.
I think I must've reached the Exile equivalent to puberty. The other day I slaughtered a Large Vermin, and today an Orga! If this trend continues I might have to rename my scroll to.. FeralFury? OrgaOrgy?




And then the roleplaying got a bit out of hand so to say.
But beastiality turned out to have some surprise benefits; who knew!

Furthermore, this island (or, I've been informed, *group* of islands, rather) is terribly confusing. The terrain is nothing like I've navigated before, and exploring is perilous.
The Town of Puddleby had a harsh invasion today too. The marauders were obviously way out of my league, I saw experienced veterans fall left and right, but I had to see for myself what was going on. Thinking I could sidestep the foes I got viciously slain and several Healers spent much too long on resurrecting my singed fur.