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digitaldisciplineDay 48 1/2: Things That Go Squish In the Light
Fritter found something very interesting to talk about with the wailing whiners in the ruined barracks, so the rest of us were starting to poke around when Big Green and Little Purp showed up with curiously satisfied smirks on their faces. I think Pinky and Sybs hurt themselves thinking about why.
So, anyway, we were looking around Yet Another Ruined Room when I spotted something kind of squiggly and squishy coming towards us. Whatever it was, it went *splat* There was another note like the one the dead elf had, but not quite the same.
In the back corner, we found some Orc jerky, and a talkative dead guy. Baldy and Purp had a nice talk with him (Baldy read him the notes we'd picked up, hoping he'd shed some light on the gibberish), where "nice" means, "He told us a bunch of crap, and then vanished without killing anyone."
Presumably, he took the whining brigade from the barracks with him, because Fritter wandered over looking somewhere between confused and like he'd gotten away with something. I'd say I trust him as far as I can throw him, but he's like two feet tall and weighs less than my axe; I could probably throw him clear across the river if I got a good windup.
So, we poked through a lot more rooms full of nothing, but did come across a pretty nifty fake wall illusion, which was hiding a short person's enchanted weapons & armor. Looks like the armor might fit Stumpy if he loses another fifteen pounds, maybe. Does chain mail stretch?
Great Horny Toads! Well, not really; they were pretty normal frogs, they just really liked Baldy in that "Eunuchs are Good Eatin'" kind of way. Garg distracted them with some pressed duck, which seemed to make everyone but the duck happy (it was dead anyway; its day wasn't going to get any worse). The fireball might have been overkill, but at least Pinky scooted it ahead of us into a room full of funky-looking mushrooms and saved us from dealing with whatever that funk was gonna be.
Then I stepped in a puddle of green shit, which completely ruined one of my greaves. Bleccch.
Which brought us to the last place we needed to look - the ramshackle building in the middle of the courtyard. Baldy opened the door, and was promptly knocked flat on his ass by something big, gooey, and the color of tobacco spit. Pinky lit it up with another rolling flameball, but that didn't seem to do a whole lot, other than make everything smell bad, and it kind of oozed out and grabbed Baldy some more.
Then Sybs shot it with her crossbow, and there were two of 'em. Pinky zapped it with some pocket lightning, and there were thee. That can't be good. Garg splattered one of them pretty good, and Fritter and Purp did their Amazing Worthless Rogue impressions by running for the exit without even trying to shoot anything. I had to extricate Garg from the goo, and pulled Baldy out just as Stumpy splorched the one that was putting the squeeze on him enough for Baldy to black out, and we finally got the last batch of goo to give up, but it was pretty exciting, all things considered.
Sybs fretted over the eunuch, and Purp climbed up Gang Green's leg and kind of gave his head a hug, which led to a lot of curious faces, and left Big G walking funny as we made our way back to the boats.
Kadoorknob was happy enough with our work that he finally gave into Pinky's demands for a second house near our main place in Iaria (fine, thanks for asking). I managed not to be too disappointed that we didn't get to keep the keep, but that's because I'll have some freaking privacy and a couple of days with Red while Baldy convalesces before we head out again; either something about a library that needs researching (boooooring!) or to infiltrate a weapon auction on the Really Bad Side of town for some reconnaissance. That's definitely more my speed.
The enchanted gear wasn't too shabby - a sword that maybe the drunk will use, a pretty nice club for Sybs, and Stumpy did manage to squeeze into the chain mail. "Does this mean I'll glow when someone tries to detect magic?" "Yes. You'll also light up like Winter-een-mas if anyone casts Detect Stupid."
Red's here, and Garg's killing the fish by washing his feet in the stable outside. I got better things to do than this scribbling shit.
Fritter found something very interesting to talk about with the wailing whiners in the ruined barracks, so the rest of us were starting to poke around when Big Green and Little Purp showed up with curiously satisfied smirks on their faces. I think Pinky and Sybs hurt themselves thinking about why.
So, anyway, we were looking around Yet Another Ruined Room when I spotted something kind of squiggly and squishy coming towards us. Whatever it was, it went *splat* There was another note like the one the dead elf had, but not quite the same.
In the back corner, we found some Orc jerky, and a talkative dead guy. Baldy and Purp had a nice talk with him (Baldy read him the notes we'd picked up, hoping he'd shed some light on the gibberish), where "nice" means, "He told us a bunch of crap, and then vanished without killing anyone."
Presumably, he took the whining brigade from the barracks with him, because Fritter wandered over looking somewhere between confused and like he'd gotten away with something. I'd say I trust him as far as I can throw him, but he's like two feet tall and weighs less than my axe; I could probably throw him clear across the river if I got a good windup.
So, we poked through a lot more rooms full of nothing, but did come across a pretty nifty fake wall illusion, which was hiding a short person's enchanted weapons & armor. Looks like the armor might fit Stumpy if he loses another fifteen pounds, maybe. Does chain mail stretch?
Great Horny Toads! Well, not really; they were pretty normal frogs, they just really liked Baldy in that "Eunuchs are Good Eatin'" kind of way. Garg distracted them with some pressed duck, which seemed to make everyone but the duck happy (it was dead anyway; its day wasn't going to get any worse). The fireball might have been overkill, but at least Pinky scooted it ahead of us into a room full of funky-looking mushrooms and saved us from dealing with whatever that funk was gonna be.
Then I stepped in a puddle of green shit, which completely ruined one of my greaves. Bleccch.
Which brought us to the last place we needed to look - the ramshackle building in the middle of the courtyard. Baldy opened the door, and was promptly knocked flat on his ass by something big, gooey, and the color of tobacco spit. Pinky lit it up with another rolling flameball, but that didn't seem to do a whole lot, other than make everything smell bad, and it kind of oozed out and grabbed Baldy some more.
Then Sybs shot it with her crossbow, and there were two of 'em. Pinky zapped it with some pocket lightning, and there were thee. That can't be good. Garg splattered one of them pretty good, and Fritter and Purp did their Amazing Worthless Rogue impressions by running for the exit without even trying to shoot anything. I had to extricate Garg from the goo, and pulled Baldy out just as Stumpy splorched the one that was putting the squeeze on him enough for Baldy to black out, and we finally got the last batch of goo to give up, but it was pretty exciting, all things considered.
Sybs fretted over the eunuch, and Purp climbed up Gang Green's leg and kind of gave his head a hug, which led to a lot of curious faces, and left Big G walking funny as we made our way back to the boats.
Kadoorknob was happy enough with our work that he finally gave into Pinky's demands for a second house near our main place in Iaria (fine, thanks for asking). I managed not to be too disappointed that we didn't get to keep the keep, but that's because I'll have some freaking privacy and a couple of days with Red while Baldy convalesces before we head out again; either something about a library that needs researching (boooooring!) or to infiltrate a weapon auction on the Really Bad Side of town for some reconnaissance. That's definitely more my speed.
The enchanted gear wasn't too shabby - a sword that maybe the drunk will use, a pretty nice club for Sybs, and Stumpy did manage to squeeze into the chain mail. "Does this mean I'll glow when someone tries to detect magic?" "Yes. You'll also light up like Winter-een-mas if anyone casts Detect Stupid."
Red's here, and Garg's killing the fish by washing his feet in the stable outside. I got better things to do than this scribbling shit.
