I love a good beer and kicking the shit out of people.. and I’m all out of beer.
Mirkul 12th – 1489
Oh my f*cking god! This day is insane. Here I am, trying to have a lovely good time but this day won’t let me have one.
Let me get my thoughts straight.
We split the loot. Cinder took a long look at it, and told us the special things and unnecessary ones about them.
We went to look for the hag and on the way there we met Tilda. Unholy sh*t! I was not ready for that and I still need to explain it to the rest of the team. Tilda and I had a good talk (fight). Hopefully the Order won’t follow me for a while.
The inn/tavern where we would find the hag, was a sort of a temple to Shar (Frogballs!). We had a kind of disagreement with a new friend of Thaisa. Cinder took that really hard. He was so angry.
Then we all went our own ways. Our paladin ran away, shouting about evil or something.
Flynloyd found the slavers on his own. So we can do something with Skaira’s problem.
What Skaira did in her time, I don’t know. She was gone when I got back to Death house. She should not walk around on her own. How should I handle a small child? I have no idea, in the Order everything was different so that will not help me. F*ck. (She med a four armed (for punching people 4 times in the face) kind giant of a man who helped her..-Ed.)
Thaisa went off grid (wait what’s the grid?-Ed.). She wanted to read some journals. But not in Death house no, totally somewhere else! And she did not tell me! I am fine as long as I know where she is. (She got to be aquanted wih Boggle, a little fae critter with a tendancy for popping all over the place, to ‘help’ her.-Ed)
No clue to what Cinder did. (studied and researched a lot.-Ed)
I took a f*cking detour to Death house in the f*cking rain and after that another detour (I will never admit that I was lost twice) to find someone that could copy my scroll. I found really good beer and “Kid”. Kid (real name Elsa) is a tiefling woman that makes magical items in exchange for secrets. For the scroll she wants the story of my life and all of the secrets (Holy f*cking meatballs!). I need to think about that. But she did give me a box to conceal the scroll.
Straight thoughts just get me angry. Well, now I want to kill something. Good thing we have a hag problem.