Day 44: Whack-A-Troll
Okay, being dead was exciting and all, and we did eventually go back into the Barrow and finish mopping up after charming (Pinky, Baldy) and/or terrifying (me, Big Green) the townsfolk into providing us with a nice pile of health potions after they brought me back from the great beyond.
Who needs charisma when your ribs stick out at eye level to most folks?
It was kind of an anti-climax, actually; seems that the guy who laid me out was the real badass of the bunch, but I will give credit to some shambling undead for having the sneakiness to pretend to be asleep in hopes of suckering us into getting too close.
Also, tossing Fritter into a bunch of stinky mushrooms (with a hearty "Go check for traps, sneaky") did as much to make me feel like I was back to my old self as anything.
Day 48: Playing For Keeps. Okay, Singular Keep.
While not a true heroes' welcome, our return to Iaria (fine, thanks for asking) was the occasion for an epic shopping trip and an audience with the big cheese.
Yes, I'm aware my new gauntlets are magenta. Please bear in mind that they give me plus two to whoopass. This ends the public safety announcement. Fritter bought a Cloak Of Sneakiness. Stumpy is playing some sort of Poke-Thee-Mon collectible gear game, and completed his set of great weapons by getting a club to go with his sword and axe. Sybs was eying a wand to go with her chemistry set. Pinky was generally not enthused by a Charming Cloak because it wasn't shiny, so she just bought some conjuring trinkets.
So, it looks like property values in our part of town are on the upswing, what with civilians not being mauled by hordes of this, that, and the other.
However, since I tend to -be- a horde of this, that, and the other, and easily prone to boredom despite Red's ample charms, it was probably just as well that we were asked to inflict some cleansing justice on the city keep at the mouth of the river. The poison
river. I'm sure it will make a lovely summer home, because Honcho McHoncho said we could keep it once we drove the critters out. Whatever.
I like the welcoming committee, consisting of one dead elf with a cryptic note. Klaatu, verata
something or other. It made the magic girls scratch their heads, and we'd left the drunk and Gang Green home to relax, so there wasn't any insight to be got.
"Sneaky, check the door for traps!" He walked over, touched the door, and it fell apart. Well, I guess there weren't any traps.
A whole lot of not much in the courtyard, though Baldy did do a pretty nifty re-enactment of the final running scene from Chariots of Fyre
, though we had to hum the music while he did his recon sprint.
Off to one side was an old barracks, populated by the spirits of a departed Emo Movement, or something, given all the ineffectual wailing. Scared the crap out of Sybs, anyways... and Stumpy tried to make smalltalk. Well, it kept him out of trouble for a minute, but Sybs and her guard-eunuch (Baldy) got jumped by some skeletons and zombies (not the welcoming committee I'd employ, but it's not my house yet), and we were just getting warmed up for some good chaos when Sybs blew them all to dust. I don't think anyone was more surprised than she was, either.
Okay, great. Newly-dead undead dust piles. More with the looting, thanks.
Which was a great way to pass the time before a hell of a ruckus kicked up... blocking the only exit. Orcs, and lots of 'em. We laid a few to waste, when from parts unspecified, a cool dozen undead shamble out and start kicking Orc ass, too. Well, hey, no sense getting poked here, let's let them duke it out, and then mop up the weakened victors.
Baldy, perched on top of the wall, gets bonus points for taunting the Orcish horde, but loses several dozen for good judgement by leaping down and tackling one as they retreated.
So, yay, prisoner interrogation. I got nothing useful out of the guy, other than they were coming in to get us, and didn't know about the undead. In hindsight, I could have been far more persuasive by, I dunno, putting one of his feet in my bag of devouring and asking what it felt like, or something. I need to work on my interrogation skills.
But I did lop his head off, which made Baldy lose his lunch. I don't think it was the gore, it was deep spiritual malaise over the fact that I didn't untie the fucker first. Oh well. At least Bahgtru and Ilneval
And, yes - magenta does
go with black and bloody quite well.