Have you ever been a part of something and you have no idea what's going on? That's how I've felt lately. We haven't had a chance to just hang out in a city in a long long time. First we get enslaved to bonds and try to kill a guy, then we have to maneuver around a bunch of sissy thieves and then we get dumped into some sewers. In the meantime, i have to carry around all these weapons I'm not supposed to use because we can't take them to a shop to get them appraised. Ever since we started this silly adventure our non-linear freedom has gone out the window. We're constantly getting scooted all over the place and we can't keep track of what's going on. We are doing all the dirty work though. I guess that's our role.Currently our role specifically is to eliminate these Fire Knives. They're a bunch of poseurs. So far none of them have even had any fire or knives. I sure don't know why Tilverton didn't just take care of them themselves. I mean their big hideout is right on the other side of the wall of the city.
Following the Knives into the sewers only led us to something infinitely worse.
I hate making friends with things I don't like to smell. Here's a better view of an otyugh that I was able to research:
We could've skipped that whole wretched ordeal. I don't know why we had to search the sewers in their entirety. Why didn't we just head as far south in the city as we could and then just lift up a manhole?
The trolls in this part of the land have meaner poses. I wonder why they're down here? They're tough enough to live wherever they want.
We found a training hall down here. I still can't believe it cost 1000 gp to train. I mean, a school in the sewers couldn't possibly have that kind of accreditation. Disposo and I both leveled up again which means we were able to pick up some fourth level spells. We went with "confusion" and "ice storm." Ice storm seems like it's exactly like fireball, but it's fourth level, so it's gotta be better, right? Confusion might get us out of some tedious fighting. I can't believe I'm saying that. Most people would probably find my job exciting, but lemme tell you, when you're snuffing life 24/7 it just sort of loses its excitement after a while.
This buff guy didn't join us. Shame, it seems he not only has our same goals, but he also has a friend where we're going who hasn't been back in a while. Well, I guess we can keep an eye out. We'll have to find a cleric with a hammer (is there any other kind of cleric?).
So our crazy hammer friend blazed the trail for us, I guess. Yeah, if he did a better job, though we wouldn't need to fight as much as we are. Also, there are a couple of really cryptic clues about who the new "big boss" is. Some guy who can possess people and things and is all fiery. Crappit, if only the note that said his name wasn't cut off! I haven't been this frustrated since our epic battle with Tyranthraxus!
So we went hiking around the sewers some more. Here's a map we put together:
We found this one guy in this room with... a hammer. But he didn't join up with us either! Isn't it obvious who's on whose side? Give a little love NPCs!
Alright, so anyway -- end of the sewers: big battle. These S.O.B.s sucked. It's not that they were all that tough, but there were so many of them that every turn all of us in the party seemed to take damage. The loss of hit points was secondary to the inability to cast spells due to getting hit. Extremely frustrating when it shouldn't have been so. We saved some chick and some guy we, I guess, tried to kill earlier. So I guess karmicly speaking, we broke even. That chick, though, Princess Nacacia, is pretty cool for a chick. She leveled the leader before the fight started, got rid of one of our cursed tattoos and then vouched for us later. It would have been cool if she had joined us, but I guess she's too good for us.
Sheesh! What a long, long day though! I really miss the days where we could just head back to the inn whenever we wanted.
Had some weird freaky dream. I love interpreting dreams! I think dreams are vague on purpose so that our minds can figure them out and interpret this one. I think this dream represents some sort of transition, a change. Change is good. Sometimes we need to force ourselves to tell ourselves that every so often.
2 comments:
so, silver, question about the whole journal thing. is this an after-the-fact/end-of-the-day type of thing or do you guys just call timeout in the middle of your fight or whatever to jot everything down? also, who gets stuck as scribe? do you call not-it, play rock-paper-scissors, or something? it seems to be pretty flowery prose, too. any book deals/tours on the horizon once all these adventures are done?
it wasn't my idea to call them "journal entries" when they're always other peoples' writing and not our own. i wanted this process to be called "literary looting." often, when it's something physical we just stuff it in our photo album, but when it's something somebody said or something we need to remember, one of us randomly (usually disposo) takes care of it after we "dispose of" all unfriendlies in the room. we probably should do some kind of rock-paper-scissors type of randomizing game, but i'm happy with the amount of journal work i have to do under the current procedure (which is nothing).
i suppose we could do a book deal considering all the people who actually wrote the words are dead now. we were planning on a book deal anyway using all OUR OWN WORDS. i guess they're not as cool as these "ooh la la" phlan and tilverton journal entries.
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