#letters from bash

(2 years after the destruction of Bellemare)

I finally made it closer to the coast. I’m in some tiny as shit village full of fishermen. It reeks. As usual looking for more people to bring into the cult of the Shadow Queen (as well as teaching their abusers a lesson)comes with being in the shittiest places I’ve ever seen.

After finally making it to the only tavern in town I paid for a nights stay and a hot meal. It was shitty food but anything is better than dried rations. While eating in the tavern I was eavesdropping on conversations, looking for marks. I played a prank on a dude who was talking about going home and “teaching his wife a lesson”. As expected he lost his shit, and a handsome asshole told him to sit down or leave (at that point I used prestidigitation to make it sound and smell like the dude shat his pants). The handsome asshole approached me and started asking me lots of questions.. ugh. I told him my name was Lex, and didn’t really give him much information other than that. But the dude was persistent! Thankfully we were interrupted by the first asshole, but the persistent asshole put him down with one uppercut. It was actually kinda hot. Afterwards I learned that “sexy, persistent asshole with nice biceps” name was actually Sebastien, some people call him seabass which is so fucking stupid. I decided I’d start calling him Bash.. easier to remember.

We parted ways, and I offered to help take passed out drunk asshole home with his useless dwarven friend. I talked to his wife who has a black eye. She claimed that she had fallen and hit a chair but I didn’t believe her for a minute. I told her my name is Lex and she can find me at the tavern if she needs help. With that I went back to the tavern, playing the long game with these people always works better than just blowing shit up, I’ve found. I had the intention of finding some more marks in the tavern, but there was like ONE guy there. I guess Dewstock isn’t a party town.

There was a guy who was down on his luck, his wife left him because he gambled all his money away. I wanted to see if he could change so I flipped him a GP. At that moment, Bash strolls in, covered in blood, with his stipid frilly shirt torn. Honestly, is there anything hotter than an asshole dude covered in blood?

He took me out to the stables where his horse was and there was a bloody cyclops head hanging off his saddle. At that point things started getting really weird. He got so close to me I could smell the salt of his sweat and the metallic blood he was covered in. I thought he was going to kiss me.. I told him I don’t like being touched, and he just got closer. I could feel his chest as he inhaled, and he grabbed my hair, and cut off a piece, then asked if I regretted killing “all those people”. So damn rude. I knocked him on his ass, stepped on his hand, and took my hair back and told him there wasn't much I ever did that I regretted.

As I walked away I took advantage of the shadows, and hid amongst them. I knew he’d try to chase me, so I waited until he passed by me, then went back to his horse, and emptied everything of worth I could find out of his saddlebags into my own pockets. I walked back to the tavern, and when he was not in the bar I assumed he was still out chasing after me. I went up to my room, pushed all the furniture in front of the window and the door, and went to bed.

The asshole must have been hiding under the bed, or be a sneaky as mother fucker, because when I woke up there was a note beside my pillow(seen below), with a lock of my hair in the shape of a heart. Creepy as fuck. The dude didn’t even have any shame, and was sitting in the main room in the tavern when I went to hunt him down. I sucker punched him and knocked him on his ass. “Do not presume that you know me strictly by what you have heard about me. Gossip spreads like wildfire when you do something society deems as bad. But they never ask why.” I sneered at him as I walked out the door.

To be honest, I was more angry that he got past my boundaries and got under my skin than anything else. I had to get out of that stupid ass town, but on the way I burned down that asshole peasant’s house. I hope he was still unconscious on his bed and his wife did the smart thing and left him like I told her to. But I was so angry that honestly at that point I didn’t even really care. Onto the next shitty town, I guess.