Friday, April 3, 2009
heeeyyyy, hows it goin??? where'd mi drink go?
so this party has turned out to beeee preeety sweeet. i got some sweet ass booose. turns out these rich folks no how to party. i thought they'd be all stuff but they've been pretty swinging and i mean swinging i think people are having sex in the corners i mean go find a rooom or a treeee or somethin. so ii got to talk to some other clerics and they're like totally awesome people i meeen i think i reallly connected with them. i talked to some folks from house vadalis and we got to talk about horses which was totally sweeeeet. i meen i luvv, luvv horses. they're like my favorite animal. and they were like we luuv horses too and i was like holy shit cause i luuvvv horses too. so they were like we could help you guys get some mage bred horses cause we know you would take care of them and i was like i luvv you guys. man, where's my drink. has anybody seen my drink. i think i may be a little tinsy bit tipsy now......
Sad Events
Several things have happened since the last time I wrote and one of our party has been lost. We were traveling to Drooam in the company of some druids and shifters. The druids really pissed me off. I felt that they should have had more respect for me as a cleric of Balinor. I mean really, we all love nature together. Well fuck them. They were completely hostile and rude to all of us except Fenris and then they left us and we attacked by mother fucking dire bears. We fought them, but brave Karkana ran to the front and died. I feel really guilty for this but she was too far away for me to get to her in time and I didn't know she was injured that badly until it was too. May her soul rest in peace. The next time I have a drink I will poor one out for her.
After our tragic encounter, those mother fucking, goat humping, druids who probably all have bushes for family trees show back up and are like so what happened and then were like oh well we don't really care. I seriously considered just fucking hacking at them with my ax. I hope their wells run dry and their children all spit on their graves.
After we burried Karkana and were dissed by the grandma fucking druids, we went to find the airship. It was anchored at a cliff. There was a bunch of debris that turned out to be some of the party favors. They were day light tubes or something like that. This makes me really creeped out. I take it to mean somebody might be trying to crash or attack the party who doesn't want everyone to have these things. By somebody I mean things that go bump in the night.
Some of our party shinnied up to the airship. Then the rest of us got levitated up. The poor horses were really frightened. I did my best to calm them down. We found out all of the party favors were ok besides the ones that were smashed. The only one that was on the ship was the captain who was tied up. He didn't know how he got there or where is crew was. This is getting creepier and creepier. He flew us back and we all settled down for some sleep except Ru who gave the captain some satisfaction. I told him I would kill him if he caused us to crash and die.
We finally got back to Sharn. Evan's wife showed us the swag and was like you all need to come up with costumes for the party. I have absolutely no idea what I could go as. I don't really have that much experience with this kind of thing. Our parties in Valenar were much, much simpler. Oh Valenar where things made sense.
After our tragic encounter, those mother fucking, goat humping, druids who probably all have bushes for family trees show back up and are like so what happened and then were like oh well we don't really care. I seriously considered just fucking hacking at them with my ax. I hope their wells run dry and their children all spit on their graves.
After we burried Karkana and were dissed by the grandma fucking druids, we went to find the airship. It was anchored at a cliff. There was a bunch of debris that turned out to be some of the party favors. They were day light tubes or something like that. This makes me really creeped out. I take it to mean somebody might be trying to crash or attack the party who doesn't want everyone to have these things. By somebody I mean things that go bump in the night.
Some of our party shinnied up to the airship. Then the rest of us got levitated up. The poor horses were really frightened. I did my best to calm them down. We found out all of the party favors were ok besides the ones that were smashed. The only one that was on the ship was the captain who was tied up. He didn't know how he got there or where is crew was. This is getting creepier and creepier. He flew us back and we all settled down for some sleep except Ru who gave the captain some satisfaction. I told him I would kill him if he caused us to crash and die.
We finally got back to Sharn. Evan's wife showed us the swag and was like you all need to come up with costumes for the party. I have absolutely no idea what I could go as. I don't really have that much experience with this kind of thing. Our parties in Valenar were much, much simpler. Oh Valenar where things made sense.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Party plans
I'm in such a better mood from last time. I am so glad to be out of the cogs. Not being underground is so better. I feel like I can actually breath. So things that have since last time: our little slave girl came out to being a Daelkyr half bood. I didn't really care but Ru freaked the hell out. Something like calling her a "passer." I don't know. I wasn't really suprised that she had gone in the morning.
So after Evan told us about, we hadn't seen him for like a week. We talked to his wife and she told us he was just busy planning some party. She wants us all to come and dress in costumes. I was like what is this shit. I like to party, but I don't really want to come up with a costume. On a good note, Merrik isn't coming because no one likes him. We also learned that she doesn't really like elves, which bothered Dru but I don't really care too much. I mean I don't really like dragon marked houses so I think we're pretty even. She's probably just jealous of our hair and awesomeness.
So we picked up a shifter somehow, I'm not really sure. He seems alright, but pretty quit.
So the wife said we could help with the party by going hunting or find the party favors. I wouldn't mind hunting, but everyone else wanted to go to look for the favors, so that's what we did.
Turned out House D'Lyrander lost the favors somehow. So we're going to look for them. We took the train to Wroat. On the train Ru fucked a pretty elf from House D'Phairlain. Whatever. From there we joined a caravan to Ardev. I was really happy to be on horse back again. On the way, we saw some of my countrymen. It was really good to see some folks from Valenar, even just for a minute. I miss home.
On the way we learned from some people from the Eldeen Reaches that animals in Droaam have been "changed." I don't like this at all.
So, also on the way we fought some Ankhegs and sold their shells, so that went well. Even if we're fighting giant bugs, this is still so much better than the mother fucking cogs.
So after Evan told us about, we hadn't seen him for like a week. We talked to his wife and she told us he was just busy planning some party. She wants us all to come and dress in costumes. I was like what is this shit. I like to party, but I don't really want to come up with a costume. On a good note, Merrik isn't coming because no one likes him. We also learned that she doesn't really like elves, which bothered Dru but I don't really care too much. I mean I don't really like dragon marked houses so I think we're pretty even. She's probably just jealous of our hair and awesomeness.
So we picked up a shifter somehow, I'm not really sure. He seems alright, but pretty quit.
So the wife said we could help with the party by going hunting or find the party favors. I wouldn't mind hunting, but everyone else wanted to go to look for the favors, so that's what we did.
Turned out House D'Lyrander lost the favors somehow. So we're going to look for them. We took the train to Wroat. On the train Ru fucked a pretty elf from House D'Phairlain. Whatever. From there we joined a caravan to Ardev. I was really happy to be on horse back again. On the way, we saw some of my countrymen. It was really good to see some folks from Valenar, even just for a minute. I miss home.
On the way we learned from some people from the Eldeen Reaches that animals in Droaam have been "changed." I don't like this at all.
So, also on the way we fought some Ankhegs and sold their shells, so that went well. Even if we're fighting giant bugs, this is still so much better than the mother fucking cogs.
So we finally got out of that nasty hole...
So yeah. I haven't written since we went down into the cogs. We've been too busy fighting off goblins and bugabears and warforges and fucking evil worshipers and Balinor damned mother fucking tentacle monsters. Yeah, it's been a busy little trip underground. I hope my companions will forgive me from being a little bitchy lately. I think I've said a few things to the other cleric that maybe weren't very diplomatic. It's just hard because she's so sensitive and reacts so much to the slightest thing.
But back to what happened. We got down there and attempted to reason with the hobgoblin to be let in. He didn't listen so I told Ru to talk off his shirt and flash the hobgoblin. He dropped his sword which made it much easier to kill him. The other goblins and hobgoblins insider weren't much of a problem. We found a slave who we freed. She seemed ok but I sensed that she was hiding something. I decided I didn't really care what her secret was as long as she wasn't trying to stab us in the back. We also found that the goblins had shut some of their fellows down the mine shaft. Some of the others were all for going down there, but I argued that if the goblins were afraid enough to shut some of their own down there just to keep whatever it is down there then we don't really want to find out what it is. I was overruled. So we opened the shaft the next morning. We saw and bugabear at the bottom and hurt him, but some of his party healed him and drug him off. We decided to send Ru back to the surface for FeatherFall tokens; I guess the reasoning was that he, or she as he is today I think, as a sort of business person would be the best to negotiate our trading. And probably turn a few tricks on the way.
While we were waiting, we decided to explore a secret passage we found off the main room off the goblins' headquarters. Inside, we found traps, but I wasn't surprised, I mean this is a secret passage after all, they obviously don't want visitors. But luckily, Dru has been learned the skills of her sneaky House and was able to disarm them. We found a little warforged that was malfunctioning. It heated up Karkanna's armour and I had to heal her. The party decided to kill it after it called its friend, a Homonculous, which we kill as well. It was sad to kill the poor thing since it didn't really know what it was doing, but we couldn't trust it not to hurt us or tell its maker about us. The interesting part was that it had been illegally made by an obviously evil artificer and mentioned Merrick, who is probably Merrick d'Cannith and probably the one who made Son and the homonculous. So the plot thickens.
We went back up and met Ru, who had the Feather Falls and I think let some folks grope him.
So anyway, we went down the shaft the next morning. At the bottom we met , gasp, the bugabear and surprise some goblins and hobgoblins. We fought them and I healed and then it was over. We then found another door that opened onto a dark hallway. We sent Dru down it but she hustled back with a orc berserker and some orc clerics behind her. Let me just say now, I kind of hate orcs. So we killed them without too much difficulty. I must say our fighters are pretty topnotch. So these nasty folks were worshiping the Dragon Below. Classy. There's this lovely tentacle monster statue with a door behind it. Gee, I wonder what might come out of that. So we go back into the other room to sleep and replenish our spells and stuff. But then in the night, here comes a mother fucking tentacle monster. We fight it, but it is a BEAST and it took us a while to get up and get our armour on. Dru almost died, but Urijah and I were able to heal her. We eventually kill the trice damned thing, and some of our party decide it would be a good idea to try and eat it. Why the hell would you want to eat THAT. Some of us make bad life choices. Not surprisingly they got sick. Idiots. We finish the night without anymore monsters. The next day, Gimble's kin came and helped us get all the stuff we found/scavenged/stole from the goblins and orcs. Then, we went back to Evan's house for some r and r. Evan was crying because Jassim was his lover. We tried to comfort him and learned more about his personal life than I really wanted to know. I'm going to go get more sleep before this fucking House gets us in anymore shit. Oh I mean helps us out.
But back to what happened. We got down there and attempted to reason with the hobgoblin to be let in. He didn't listen so I told Ru to talk off his shirt and flash the hobgoblin. He dropped his sword which made it much easier to kill him. The other goblins and hobgoblins insider weren't much of a problem. We found a slave who we freed. She seemed ok but I sensed that she was hiding something. I decided I didn't really care what her secret was as long as she wasn't trying to stab us in the back. We also found that the goblins had shut some of their fellows down the mine shaft. Some of the others were all for going down there, but I argued that if the goblins were afraid enough to shut some of their own down there just to keep whatever it is down there then we don't really want to find out what it is. I was overruled. So we opened the shaft the next morning. We saw and bugabear at the bottom and hurt him, but some of his party healed him and drug him off. We decided to send Ru back to the surface for FeatherFall tokens; I guess the reasoning was that he, or she as he is today I think, as a sort of business person would be the best to negotiate our trading. And probably turn a few tricks on the way.
While we were waiting, we decided to explore a secret passage we found off the main room off the goblins' headquarters. Inside, we found traps, but I wasn't surprised, I mean this is a secret passage after all, they obviously don't want visitors. But luckily, Dru has been learned the skills of her sneaky House and was able to disarm them. We found a little warforged that was malfunctioning. It heated up Karkanna's armour and I had to heal her. The party decided to kill it after it called its friend, a Homonculous, which we kill as well. It was sad to kill the poor thing since it didn't really know what it was doing, but we couldn't trust it not to hurt us or tell its maker about us. The interesting part was that it had been illegally made by an obviously evil artificer and mentioned Merrick, who is probably Merrick d'Cannith and probably the one who made Son and the homonculous. So the plot thickens.
We went back up and met Ru, who had the Feather Falls and I think let some folks grope him.
So anyway, we went down the shaft the next morning. At the bottom we met , gasp, the bugabear and surprise some goblins and hobgoblins. We fought them and I healed and then it was over. We then found another door that opened onto a dark hallway. We sent Dru down it but she hustled back with a orc berserker and some orc clerics behind her. Let me just say now, I kind of hate orcs. So we killed them without too much difficulty. I must say our fighters are pretty topnotch. So these nasty folks were worshiping the Dragon Below. Classy. There's this lovely tentacle monster statue with a door behind it. Gee, I wonder what might come out of that. So we go back into the other room to sleep and replenish our spells and stuff. But then in the night, here comes a mother fucking tentacle monster. We fight it, but it is a BEAST and it took us a while to get up and get our armour on. Dru almost died, but Urijah and I were able to heal her. We eventually kill the trice damned thing, and some of our party decide it would be a good idea to try and eat it. Why the hell would you want to eat THAT. Some of us make bad life choices. Not surprisingly they got sick. Idiots. We finish the night without anymore monsters. The next day, Gimble's kin came and helped us get all the stuff we found/scavenged/stole from the goblins and orcs. Then, we went back to Evan's house for some r and r. Evan was crying because Jassim was his lover. We tried to comfort him and learned more about his personal life than I really wanted to know. I'm going to go get more sleep before this fucking House gets us in anymore shit. Oh I mean helps us out.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sometimes I wonder...
why I ever came to this gods' forsaken place. I can't really remember my logic in leaving Valenar (where there were trees and grass and you could feel the winds blow and you weren't forever surrounded by people and filth and ok breathe). But I did decided to come find adventure and new battles in this city hell where you can't even see the sky!!!!
Things have been almost cursed since I got here. By all the Shining Host, I don't know why this city is so damn crazy(I mean how can these people even breathe with so many clouds and buildings and people) and why our fortunes have gone so badly. The evening I arrived I decided to go to a saloon for adventures and see if I could get a decent drink to take the edge off. But no, this little dwarf tries to overcharge me for a substandard drink and I mean I may not be from the most civilized or sophisticated place but I still can recognize poor bar tending skills. At home, he'd probably get beaten up for wanting someone to pay that much for a little fucking citrus rind in liquor. But unfortunately that wasn't the worst of the night. The bar was pretty full with a pretty diverse bunch. So I'm sitting here with my crappy drink and suddenly all hell breaks loose. I'm not really sure how everything happened but a man disappeared from the table he was at and reappeared at another table and killed a a man. Then a guy that was sitting with that odd motherfucker, the one who was jumping around and killing folks, stood up shouted some cryptic shit about a emerald claw and then stabbed himself. After that most everyone hightailed it out of there, but I stayed a minute to examine the bodies. The first man to be killed had some official papers and a dragon mark which means he was a member of a dragon marked house, and everyone knows whenever they're involved things start getting in a handbasket on the merry road to hell fast. The second fellow was just as unusual as his table mate since his "fatal" stab wound didn't bleed, and he was cold and dead before he pulled that stunt.
After all this shit, I decided that the best course of action is to follow most of the other patrons and get the hell out since the watch is coming. The watch try to accost me, but they let me go when they see my cleric insignia, thank Balinor. One of them, a squinty eyed guy that looked smarter than your average watchman if you know what I mean, seemed to stare at me awful hard. Somehow I don't think he was simply astounded by my beauty or thinking of coming to temple more.
So I headed to the local Temple and begged a cot for the night. This one was run by shifters, who I don't really like but, hey, I guess we're playing for the same team.
The next morning after services, I left the Temple and immediately saw my face along with the mugs of several other folks of various sorts who were at the saloon last night. I hate wanted posters, particularly ones involving me and offering a reward.
So I headed back inside and went to talk to the head of the Temple. He said to stay put and they would see what could be done. He also told me that that squinty man from last night was probably the one who made the posters and is some fancy watchy private eye of sorts. Fabulous. Later some gnomes from House D'Sivis who want me to come with them to their master who is trying to straighten this shit out. Since I don't have a lot of choice and the Temple folks think this is a good idea, I donned a blue sheet and went with them to the home of this gnome Evanroot D'Sivis. There I learned he's some kind of canny forger and kin of this gnome wizard from the bar last night. I also met up with my fellow fugitives. Besides the gnome wizard, there's a couple of warforged, a monk and an artificer, another cleric who happens so be, believe it or not, half-human and half-orc and has some sad story about rape and retribution and all that jazz, a half-elf paladin of the bloody Undying Court from bloody Aerenal who is in training but seems to have lost her mentor who is also a fugitive but I, for one, am glad is not with us. There is also a couple of rouges from this hell-hole of a city, a changeling whore and a elf from D'Thuranni who seems ok for a spoiled little rich girl, and that alcoholic dwarf woman from last night. I hope she sobers up when it's time to fight.
What a motley crew of folks to end up with. Oh well, I guess I could be a fugitive with worse people. So, the D'Sivis gnome told us that he could help us if we just did a favor for him. Involving the Cogs.
This can't be good. Well I guess it will be good because I sense that there will soon be battle, but I also have a sinking dread that I will soon be in places much more dark and nasty and even less breathable than the rest of Sharn, the piece of dying vermin masquerading as a city.
Kerowyn of Valenar
Things have been almost cursed since I got here. By all the Shining Host, I don't know why this city is so damn crazy(I mean how can these people even breathe with so many clouds and buildings and people) and why our fortunes have gone so badly. The evening I arrived I decided to go to a saloon for adventures and see if I could get a decent drink to take the edge off. But no, this little dwarf tries to overcharge me for a substandard drink and I mean I may not be from the most civilized or sophisticated place but I still can recognize poor bar tending skills. At home, he'd probably get beaten up for wanting someone to pay that much for a little fucking citrus rind in liquor. But unfortunately that wasn't the worst of the night. The bar was pretty full with a pretty diverse bunch. So I'm sitting here with my crappy drink and suddenly all hell breaks loose. I'm not really sure how everything happened but a man disappeared from the table he was at and reappeared at another table and killed a a man. Then a guy that was sitting with that odd motherfucker, the one who was jumping around and killing folks, stood up shouted some cryptic shit about a emerald claw and then stabbed himself. After that most everyone hightailed it out of there, but I stayed a minute to examine the bodies. The first man to be killed had some official papers and a dragon mark which means he was a member of a dragon marked house, and everyone knows whenever they're involved things start getting in a handbasket on the merry road to hell fast. The second fellow was just as unusual as his table mate since his "fatal" stab wound didn't bleed, and he was cold and dead before he pulled that stunt.
After all this shit, I decided that the best course of action is to follow most of the other patrons and get the hell out since the watch is coming. The watch try to accost me, but they let me go when they see my cleric insignia, thank Balinor. One of them, a squinty eyed guy that looked smarter than your average watchman if you know what I mean, seemed to stare at me awful hard. Somehow I don't think he was simply astounded by my beauty or thinking of coming to temple more.
So I headed to the local Temple and begged a cot for the night. This one was run by shifters, who I don't really like but, hey, I guess we're playing for the same team.
The next morning after services, I left the Temple and immediately saw my face along with the mugs of several other folks of various sorts who were at the saloon last night. I hate wanted posters, particularly ones involving me and offering a reward.
So I headed back inside and went to talk to the head of the Temple. He said to stay put and they would see what could be done. He also told me that that squinty man from last night was probably the one who made the posters and is some fancy watchy private eye of sorts. Fabulous. Later some gnomes from House D'Sivis who want me to come with them to their master who is trying to straighten this shit out. Since I don't have a lot of choice and the Temple folks think this is a good idea, I donned a blue sheet and went with them to the home of this gnome Evanroot D'Sivis. There I learned he's some kind of canny forger and kin of this gnome wizard from the bar last night. I also met up with my fellow fugitives. Besides the gnome wizard, there's a couple of warforged, a monk and an artificer, another cleric who happens so be, believe it or not, half-human and half-orc and has some sad story about rape and retribution and all that jazz, a half-elf paladin of the bloody Undying Court from bloody Aerenal who is in training but seems to have lost her mentor who is also a fugitive but I, for one, am glad is not with us. There is also a couple of rouges from this hell-hole of a city, a changeling whore and a elf from D'Thuranni who seems ok for a spoiled little rich girl, and that alcoholic dwarf woman from last night. I hope she sobers up when it's time to fight.
What a motley crew of folks to end up with. Oh well, I guess I could be a fugitive with worse people. So, the D'Sivis gnome told us that he could help us if we just did a favor for him. Involving the Cogs.
This can't be good. Well I guess it will be good because I sense that there will soon be battle, but I also have a sinking dread that I will soon be in places much more dark and nasty and even less breathable than the rest of Sharn, the piece of dying vermin masquerading as a city.
Kerowyn of Valenar
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