A halfling rogue's journal.

[Custom Nil]

   A recent mugging left me with only a few articles of clothing and little else.  Alright, maybe

not a mugging.  Maybe it was someone angry over an attempted snatching of their little purse of gold. 

Whatever the case, I ended up with nothing.  I found an inn and stopped.  While I sat contemplating the

bleakness of my future a group collectively limped through the door.  Except for the large man they drug

in behind them.  The group consisted of two women, a large live man and a large dead man.They also had some dinosaurs.  I hate this place.  They stood around for awhile looking

confused.  I believe they were trying to remember how the large guy ended up dead and the rest of them

ended up so beat up.  I am guessing some sort of mage got to their minds.  Maybe the mind flayers from

the cave down the way got to them.  Their lack of a stable mindset led me to ask them to join their

group.  I would at least be able to cut a couple of their purses down the road.  After setting the dead

guy in the corner we headed out.  I am sure I saw some men from the church grab the body and take it

away for resurrection. 
   We left the tavern with no plan and promptly began to walk in circles.  Also, the leader

immediately started in with short jokes.  I politely reminded him what exactly crossbow height was on a

halfling, such as myself.  We ran into a few beasts and baddies wondering the woods, but nothing major

seemed to happen.  We ducked into a few crypts here and there.  We didn't find anything to retire with

so we kept moving.  After a while, it was decided that I should lead the group.  Wait.  Wasn't I going

to rob them?  No matter.  I started toward a path.  Any path at this point would be a step up.  The

ranger seemed to avoid them as if they were lava.  I had walked no more than a few minutes when we ran

into a man made of stone.   He greeted me and asked me if there were a town up ahead.  I nodded and

informed him myself and my party here just came from there not long ago.  I turned to gesture at them

and saw no one.  I had lost them after walking only five minutes on an actual road.  I hung my head and

told the monk I would take him to the city.  I turned and walked back the way I had just came.  When the

city was in view I pointed it out to the rock man and bid him a good journey.  I planned to take his

purse down the road.  I took to the tree line and followed him.  A good twenty minutes down the road the

rock man ran into the party I had just misplaced.  They agreed to travel together.  I followed.  I guess

I was curious.  The group intrigued me.  How did they last so long here?  Where they on the same boat as

me?  Did they have any money? 
   They went on their way.  Not much was different.  They still wondered the country side.  The

rock man didn't seem to help them with their direction much.  After a few fights and a lot of walking

they suddenly seemed as if they knew where they were going.  They marched to a tower and went inside. 

They rock man emerged a little while later.  I am going to go inside and see what happens.  Maybe they

will set off all the traps and I can clean up afterwards...

[Kianne Cassidy]

(LOL!)  So true.  And I forgot to take screen shots!

[Connor Altinus Mcleod]

Aye but the squishing of the mind flayers and the freeing of the slaves was so worth it.


Connor

[Kianne Cassidy]

Screen shot is posted. Not as zoomed in as I would have liked but I didn't want everyone to have to wait around too long.

[Ivan the Mad]

As a member of prominence of the aforementioned party, let me say that I take offense to
the minimal description made of my role in the adventure.  I think that a correction needs to
be made in full consideration of my substantial contribution to the ambiance of the party.

First of all, it is a very coarse description to simply state that I am a "dinosaur".  I happen to
be a dire velociraptor.  I studied acting at Juilliard and minored in literary theory.  After a brief
stint as a playwright on an off-off-Broadway special (you might have seen it... RENT BETWEEN
MY TEETH OF DEATH), I was invited to London to do an adaptation of MacBeth.  Unfortunately,
an interdimension al tidal wave hit the boat, forcing me to be shipwrecked on a strange realm.

I soon acquired a steady man Friday who was employed as a druid in a party of adventurers.
The combination of my vicious attack abilities and the ranger's inerrant ability to walk us into
massively overpowered opponents led to our party becoming one of renown.  Apparently Volo, the
cad, aspires to plagiarize our exploits in a serialized monograph of his own!  I told him that he
was a hack that made the noobs at Angie's List look like David Theroux.   He replied that I had
no intellectual property rights as a dinosaur in Samaranch and that "Sassy" Sally Sa'sani, his
literary agent, had worked out an ironclad deal.  Well, I did a few background manipulations,
leading to her being completely discredited.  All the time, our party has gained in level and
expertise. We now only completely party wipe about 50% of the time, which is a 20% improvement
than before.

Oh well, it has been about 5 milliseconds since the battle ended, so I am sure that Connor is
going to shoot us back into the overland map without healing -zip-!

....nice meeting you.....

[Connor Altinus Mcleod]

Hey!!! In my defense... I at least wait till I know your bleeding quite a bit.



Connor

[Connor Altinus Mcleod]

Ahem... Just a note that the Premire Ranger saved the party at least 8 er 9 er 10 times last eve.


Connor

[Ivan the Mad]

(Ahem... just a note that the cleric healed the ranger at least 5 times last eve, which means
that the Cleric saved the party, doesn't it?)

THE ADVENTURER'S STUDIO:
A lively discussion in which the Dire Velociraptor and the Elven Cleric debate theological issues.
DV: Thank you for having this discussion, Ivanna.
EC: Please, call me Random Elven Cleric.
DV: Thank you.  All you humanoids look alike anyway.  I have to use my sense of smell to distinguish you apart.
EC: Which must make it hard to follow the ranger...
(Chuckling)
DV: Returning to the argument by design, why have you pursued an agenda of neutrality towards the world?
Does not the existential imperative demand that we construct meaning out of life and affirm the life impulse?
Are we not bound to our brethren to seek out the common weal?
EC: Well, the common weal is very hard to parse out.  For a pack of attacking worgs, their common weal
involves munching on our flesh.  I don't mean to offend the carnivores in the audience...
DV: Point taken.  Sentient creatures have a moral obligation to not destroy other sentients. 
EC: And the undead, many of whom display intelligence, have been designed to wreak suffering on others...
DV: But wasn't the recent uprising on the coast demonstrative of undead trying to enact social justice?
EC: Well, that specific group of undead might be classified as revenants, which in effect are part of a karmic
restoration.  Their act of good was meant to balance a great evil.  The very idea that evil must be balanced
by good would support my theory that the world is a mechanism of neutrality, affected only by random agents
that at times treat this world as a...
DV: a game.  This is what you have stated in your sermon on the banks of Neverwinter.  But haven't you been
able to see a pattern of evolution behind the caprice of what you call the "Game Designers"?
EC: Not necessarily, which brings us back to the argument by design.
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