The city of doors. And endless maze of people, portals, and flowing money. Someone with a flair for adventure and who is handy with a blade could make a fortune. Even singing songs about the deeds of others could make a man a small killing here. I'll need to keep that in mind for the future... For now though, I need to finish up a few songs of my own.
While this dagger and it's odd visions intrigue me to follow them, I feel an odd kinship with my fellow travelers. The Wizard seems to be on a similar path as me and might make good company when my journey leads me again to the back door of the Tiefling's shop. Plus he has been offering to teach me how he conjures that rat follower of his...
Orsik has been eying me warily lately though. I think he was still a bit uppity about those rings and then finding me passed out the first night I had this new dagger has pushed him over the edge. I think I have more than proved my loyalty to the group by remaining with them for so long, and continuing to follow them on their sometimes silly journeys, but he seems different. His chanting to Bahamut in battle is all well and good, but have you ever tried to rhyme Bahamut? OR Lantern? Plus I have seen him more than once gaze longingly into the sack with that devious eye. Perhaps I should take it off his hands to rid him of the horrible burden it must be. Not that I'd be using it of course, but I also would have no qualms about making a few gold off of it...
Silinde walked into darkened lands,
And returned with Vecna's Eye,
With wit as sharp as his dagger's tip,
His glory no man can deny.
It seems to me that there was more to my earlier life than I had thought, and I know I will need to follow along that path soon enough. For now though, it seems to follow me whether I deny it or not, so I see no need to make it my main priority. Besides, these guys may need me more than I need them, but I'd hate to hear a story of how they defeated Skalmad of the Vardar without me there to get my trophies...
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A Salvaged page!
I managed to save one lone page that had a bit of goo on it that seemed to counter the rust monsters destructive blood...
How to make an Omelet? Break a few eggs!
So we enter a room which is obviously a Troglodyte breeding room of some sort. Hundreds of eggs like goo covered leather sacks litter the floor. We take care of them with a little stabby stabby, steppy steppy... after we clear out some goons of course! These guys STINK, and ridding the world of a few foul creatures before they even are born, seems to be worth at least a few karma points in the end.
Convincing Hrann not to eat them took some effort, and at least one time I heard someone mention that they wish Rocky was here! (an obvious eggs and bacon crack.) After a bit of making a floor omelet there was a pounding on the door. In a stroke of brilliance, I whispered to Hrann to answer back! His monosyllabic grunts seemed to do the trick, as they wandered off in search of...well...US!
Having decided that the door was fairly well secured (seeing as how I couldn't open it from the outside, I doubt others could without some massive noisy damage to alert us), and with our secret passage re-hidden, it appeared to us the next best path was through an ominously locked door.
To be continued...
How to make an Omelet? Break a few eggs!
So we enter a room which is obviously a Troglodyte breeding room of some sort. Hundreds of eggs like goo covered leather sacks litter the floor. We take care of them with a little stabby stabby, steppy steppy... after we clear out some goons of course! These guys STINK, and ridding the world of a few foul creatures before they even are born, seems to be worth at least a few karma points in the end.
Convincing Hrann not to eat them took some effort, and at least one time I heard someone mention that they wish Rocky was here! (an obvious eggs and bacon crack.) After a bit of making a floor omelet there was a pounding on the door. In a stroke of brilliance, I whispered to Hrann to answer back! His monosyllabic grunts seemed to do the trick, as they wandered off in search of...well...US!
Having decided that the door was fairly well secured (seeing as how I couldn't open it from the outside, I doubt others could without some massive noisy damage to alert us), and with our secret passage re-hidden, it appeared to us the next best path was through an ominously locked door.
To be continued...
A New Beginning.
Well, where to start!
It would appear that the damage caused by the rust monsters the other day, crept further than my weapons! I had not realized that the trophy I nestled into it's bindings, had some of the rust monster's acid upon it, and the binding and buckle from the cover, have not only rusted, but destroyed much of my papers in the process!
While I will do my best to recover these note and stories, most of my trophy treasures have been destroyed as well! I guess I should pull out the quill a bit more often, as I would have noticed this far faster had I been more timely in my entries! Cunning bard and trickster I may be, but relegating the years of tales into my memory, has made the short term a bit of a muddle!
Maybe if I could un-learn the 6 tales of Lucas the Great, or forget the travels of Fordoe and Pam, or even rid my mind of the tune the street minstrel hawking his caramel and peanuts covered in chocolate, I might have a better grasp on remembering these recent exploits. With the days blending together and the lack of focus in my meditation, I can see how it is far easier to retell the tales of others, rather than try to make my own!
It would appear that the damage caused by the rust monsters the other day, crept further than my weapons! I had not realized that the trophy I nestled into it's bindings, had some of the rust monster's acid upon it, and the binding and buckle from the cover, have not only rusted, but destroyed much of my papers in the process!
While I will do my best to recover these note and stories, most of my trophy treasures have been destroyed as well! I guess I should pull out the quill a bit more often, as I would have noticed this far faster had I been more timely in my entries! Cunning bard and trickster I may be, but relegating the years of tales into my memory, has made the short term a bit of a muddle!
Maybe if I could un-learn the 6 tales of Lucas the Great, or forget the travels of Fordoe and Pam, or even rid my mind of the tune the street minstrel hawking his caramel and peanuts covered in chocolate, I might have a better grasp on remembering these recent exploits. With the days blending together and the lack of focus in my meditation, I can see how it is far easier to retell the tales of others, rather than try to make my own!
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