D&D 3.5 - Scarred Lands

Well, ok, so i guess tha Herald of Hedrada wern't such a bad feller after all. An he even went so far as ta fix ma liddel ju-ju problem. Unfortuanatly he tol' us that we were headed in the wrong die-wrek-tion. but I rekin tha mighta been tha case awl-ready. so we head north now and it would seem tha the gids are willin ta help us once more. yep, thay went and made tha river flow backwards. weren't that a sight. so then we traveled north 'cus theres was this flyin cit-a-dell that crashed somewheres up in tha mountains. so we hed up that way an well, we don't quite make it. its wood seem tha one a tha other adventuring groups was supposed to check all the ships goin north. so we talk to em a bit an then hed on up ta the big lake we gotta cross. yep, and guess who's there. that fella wida arrow stuck in em. so he wants to he'p us git accross tha lake an awl an he takes ua back ta tha vigil headquarters and guess what. we git attacked. ahm starten-ta regret feelin bad about all the bad things i thought about him. well we win, still not sure how. and set off immeadiately fer tha far shore. the trip goes well untill 1/2 way accrass we run inta that storm hag agin. well, I up an put mah foot in-er-ass but not afore she wreacks tha ship. so I guess thats why I'm standing on the edge of a lake soaked to the bone and every possesion i own is soaked straight through.

I swear, I will never trust a fella wida arrow stuck in em ever again.