The First of Many - Nehl Brisby Joins the Copper Fang

From left to right: Alin (Human Wizard), Diane (Goliath Warden - Retired), Arine (Pixie Bard - Retired), Gar-chomp (Dragonborn Barbarian - Retired), Aelon (Eladrin Artificer), Mo'Kaw Nehl Brisby (Rat Hengeyokai... "Adventurer"), Mayim (Halfling Sorceress), Nathaniel (Human Fighter), Marseer (Human Warlock - Retired)

Welcome, dear reader, to a Phisherman's Tales. As a humble archivist, I shall endeavor to present to you, in the most detailed way possible, the exploits of many a strange adventurer from across the multiverse, either from outside research and observation or in their own words.

This first series of stories come from a group called the Copper Fang, specifically from the individual who was left out of the image above, though added in by someone with no respect for the original work. He writes in a phonetic variant of Goblin for some reason, possibly to deter those who would read over his shoulder... His tale is nevertheless quite fascinating. Late to the party, this ex-noble seemed to have no idea what he was stepping into...

"Day 1:
My acceptance into the Copper Fang (or is it Bronze? I've heard it said both ways since meeting them) was swift. It seems these adventurers trust the word of their avian compatriot quite thoroughly. It is lucky for them that he has such excellent taste in mercenaries.

This is quite the motley assortment of rabble I've joined up with. A halfling with an obsession with lightning who claims to be half goliath, two humans -- one of whom is almost entirely silent, while the other rarely shuts his mouth between the incessant nonsense and the insipid observations he makes about the world around him -- a Genasi who has been with this group only a short while longer than I, and an Eladrin. The last of these appears to be the group's unofficial leader, keeping his companions in good health and handling many of their interactions with inns and shops. For the best, I'd say, considering the states of mind of these... I hesitate to call them 'people', as they seem far more interested in the violent sides of keeping the peace over the diplomatic one. Again, probably for the best. If this were a group of wandering diplomats, my services would likely not be required.

Speaking of this company's tendency for violence, I could not have been with them for more than a few hours before I witnessed their attempts at restraining it. After I offered a bit of assistance in getting a few refugees into the city (Githzerai, apparently), we followed them to a darker side of town and into an old warehouse, where a whole contingent of them were waiting. These people seem to be insurgents in this city, fighting against a corrupt, oppressive ruling class (as if there is ever any other kind of ruling class, according to the rabble). The halfling, who I have since learned is named Mayim, interrupted some of their battle plans, announcing that they, and by association, I, had been invited by a noble that very day for tea and discussion of their exploits as the Heroes of Overlook. Upon learning that said noble is a Githyanki, however, chaos began to break out. Apparently the Githyanki and Githzerai, at least in this region, are mortal enemies. This is not something I had picked up in my travels, but that's beside the point...

Mayim, taking on the role of party spokeswoman for the moment, seemed to take her suddenly-acquired responsibilities quite badly, screaming quite loudly at the assembled parties to 'shut up and let [her] think'. Charming. Nevertheless, it got the job done, and a plan was formulated: We are to attend this invitation to tea as cordially as possible (which I believe spells disaster for at least a few of our number) and see what the nobles in attendance have to say about the matter. No doubt they will deny any allegations of mistreating the lower classes, as would any noble met with such accusations, but perhaps we will be able to intuit more from there... Or perhaps we will just slay them all. I would expect no less of this group. Perhaps I should charge more than my single share from them for my services...

Nehl Brisby III"

There is quite a bit more in this journal that I have yet to thumb through. It seems that the Copper Fang were either quite successful in their enterprises beyond this point, or else they failed and what follows is simply the next poor soul to have found this tome. My curiosity is piqued... I will resume translating at once!