"While collecting rat pelts in the sewers, I encountered a Caliban (The native reference to Orcs, I believe) who called himself "Rat-Eater." Ironically enough, he was on the verge of being eaten by a wererat. I dealt with the creature with minimal difficulty, to my own surprise and saved his life. In return he decided to tag along with me while I gathered pelts. Having some extra help was nice. I called my new companion "Rats" for short. A fitting name given our meeting. As it turns out, if I give him a simple 'Magic Weapon' spell he is rather useful. Having him to carry the pelts and watch my back is a comforting thought, in spite of his heritage. He seemed moderately well educated, though he speech would indicate otherwise. He was perceptive at the very least.
During our collecting, a pair of other people ran past us without saying anything. They were trying to cut into our profits from what I gather. Rats wasn't pleased about this, but the duo of thieves ran away too quickly for us to do anything. Not long after they left, a young man in fur armor approached us. My companion decided to make this man pay for the money the others had taken from us. I watched quietly without acting in either manner. Rats threatened the man with his Axe and the man appeared very shaken. I was certain Rats would kill him for his coin, not that I cared mind you. If the lad was foolish enough to stick around with an angry Orc, then he deserved to be robbed. The stupid and the weak are deviants of the proper society and they are not to be given any pity as far as I am concerned.
The lad was in luck however, as the mugging that Rats was constructing was interrupted by the appearance of two more Wererats. We dispatched them, but the lad fled. After a few more skirmishes, chance allowed us to bump into him again - and again, Rats tried to mug him. I watched as it was once more interrupted by Wererats that had closed in on our position. Their numbers are growing at an alarming rate and they seem to be intent on killing us. Reluctantly we pressed on before things started getting very dangerous. The tunnels were growing ever darker and we could clearly hear a great deal of them nearby. Luck was with us when two strangers appeared and offered help. One was a pale young woman, the other a man clad in red armor and just as pale.
We fought our way through the sewers, killing all breed of Wererat. We saw very large ones and a great deal of them, but with our new-found help, there wasnt much trouble. We tracked them to the location of their leader, but he escaped us. We found in his stead, a bloodstained room. On the floor was a single raven feather and a young woman's fingernail. Something dreadful happened here. Further more, the man helping us started acting strange. He was recoiling from us and warning us to go away. A few moments later he lunged at me in an attempt to dine on my flesh. He was a Vampire!
Before he got me, his female companion interjected and apologized on his behalf. She then allowed him to feed on her. Apparently this Vampire has reasoning skills and isn't keen on feasting on the lifeblood of those undeserving. My luck is remaining. Meeting a Vampire who didn't truely want to kill me was refreshing. I learned a great deal from him and I hope we meet again. For now though, I shall return to my quarters for rest. More later..."