As mentioned before, we decided to leave Yulash before heading into the pit to free up some inventory. We figured this would be a great time to hit up our old stomping grounds: Phlan!Disappointingly, what once was a huge city full of prestige and culture has become just a couple of stone shacks with some chickens or ducks or something. The housing development company that developed the city designs of Shadowdale, Essembra, Voonlar and Teshwave must've gotten their paws on Phlan, razed the town and put up the same track housing they've put up in the rest of the Dalelands.
We established our cromulence in the Moonsea. After killing our first batch of pirates on the way to Phlan, the second batch heard of us and turned tail and ran. Ha!
Still, on the way back to Yulash we were followed by some green-robed religious weirdos. They said they were "following the 'chosen ones' to Yulash." It may have been a good idea to kill them right then and there. Looking back it seems pretty obvious that the "chosen ones" they were following were actually us and that they hoped to take part in our "sacrifice" later (i.e. "kill" us later).
The Pit of Moander has thus far been filled with a lot more dialogue than I thought it would have. Excellent bonus. It's like the most social cave we've ever been in.
There were smells all over the place. Not necessarily bad smells.
I could not figure this out. Often the smell of bread would accompany the company of giant slugs. I'm no baker. Do slugs have anything to do with bread? If so, I'm only eating meat from now on. Does bread have anything to do with death? Did you ever see that episode of M*A*S*H
where Winchester has a near death experience so he puts himself around patients who are about to die so that he can ask them what they're going through? He gets no results until he finally finds a guy about to die at the Battalion Aide Station and just before the soldier dies he says "I smell bread." Maybe it's like that and we were smelling the bread of the slugs' minds before we squished them.
We also smelled tar just before we met the chick. Can't explain that.
Around the corner we met this pretty bird named Alias and her pet lizard. She's the official image of Curse of the Azure Bonds. She's the girl. Although in the promo picture her hair looks like she just stepped out of a salon, but now, in the middle of the Pit of Moander, her hair is pretty agitated. She does wear some armor that totally exposes her HEART, but I totally don't mind. As soon as she appeared, Rex and I glanced at each other. This wasn't a "hey, check her out" glance. This was a grimacing "alright, it's on pretty boy" glance. He actually thinks he has a chance over me? Ha! The simple fighter doesn't know that there's a distinct advantage to being a fighter/cleric/magic-user. I can be whatever the ladies want me to be.
Her lizard is from some other dimension.
Okay. Follow that? I don't get it either. If she's already gotten rid of her Moander bond, what's she doing here now? Since when do bards have enough power to build giant golems? Why would anybody be named Dragonbait? Isn't that just asking for trouble?
Alias finally spoke something that I understand. She mentioned the matter of treasure behind the main altar.
Thankfully the hallways thus far have been surprisingly empty. We really had an easy time exploring around. Alias mentioned that it gave her the creeps since just a short time sooner, the place was "crawling with monsters."
It's stuff like this Zhentil letter that makes me think that our job would be a lot easier if we just waited for all the bad guys to kill each other.
Looks like Alias is also part of the Swanmays. Probably even more original than that dark elf who tattooed Chlorine. Alias was like "So the dark elf has taken the name of the organization I supposedly belonged to. That's something I'll have to investigate." Hmm. An organization composed entirely of hot tattooed chicks? Now that's something I'll have to investigate!
The major battle on level 2 took place right in the middle of some crossroads. It took a lot out of us. The slugs have this 60 hp erasing acid spit thing going on.
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