Attention all PCs:

There will not be a game this Sunday. Tuesday depending on who is available, there might be a mini-game at a location TBA.

That is all.

Jess

Finally some fresh air. It has been a while since we have seen the light of day. Now that we are back in town I have some things to take care of. First of all is buying locked gauntlets. This should prevent me from dropping my weapons. Hopefully this will not cause me to do worse thing to them, like break them. I know I am not a master of my weapons but I wish to keep my long swords in tack. I also need to repair torrent. Oh how I miss wielding torrent, my first blade of this adventure. Nothing will ever replace you. Now what else do I need to do. Oh yeah I want to forge my own long sword. This will be the best in my collection. And after we build our castle I’ll forge some other items out of the gold we have for decoration. Well off to getting all of this done.
Fletcher

Well, we go up, we go down, we go sideways, we go every which way in this damn dungeon, and now we go out and back to town. What a place, we have been in Fairhill two or three times, and each time we seem to aquire more and more of the town. Now we are building new buildings, opening new businesses, and helping to expand this town. But, and isn't there always a "but"? But, we are making money off something that I'm starting to think might not be to our benefit. Yes, I am talking of the International House of Hookahs. The town has even been renamed Bonghill, for the gods sake! We are taking a small, unremarkable little place and turning it into the pot capital of the world. This cannot be right. We are making a lot of money off of this town, I think it is time to start putting something back. If this town is to grow we need more, and better housing, we need more diverse business', we need to educate the children and teach them skills and crafts they can build upon. We do not run this town, we only own a small portion of it, but our influence is corupting the people of this town and it is time to stop. I think we need to set up a town council, reflecting the diversity of people who live here. I think we need to reinvest some of our wealth into attracting settlers to help to expand the town. I think we need to build a new, and better, police force. I think it is time we started to be responsible for what we have wrought, before the gods take their vengeance and punish us for our arrogance. I can only pray the others agree.

Phelps

Phelps, I wish you would ask for help when you get into a situation like the one that we had in the other day's battle.. I know you don't want me "wasting spells" however, your safety is a high priority. A simple Water Walking spell would have aided you so much more than a Water Breathing spell. Although, we made it safely and that is all that concerns me. My dear friends have changed so much since we first started our first trek into this hell, we've lost some dear friends like fair Cerates, and we've matured and grown much stronger. Serena has discovered her natural magickal abilities and Phelps has discovered his roguish abilities; all those traps and locked doors he has become quite clever at fooling around with. Although both are exploring these newfound talents, I do believe that both will find a great deal of usefullness in their skills. Enoch, the fair bard, has amazed me with his talent. His songs inspire courage and keep us sane in the dark depths of this God forsaken hell. If the fighter Fletcher would be less clumsy, he would be marginally more helpful. I cannot tell you how many times I have had to repair his boots and clean the wounds on his feet because of his own fumbling hands.

My friendship and tight bond with those that I fight beside has changed me vastly. Although I still wish that those that fight beside me had more faith in the Gods and Goddesses above, I know that they are good people that have similar desires of ridding the world of evil. Yes, we do come into disagreements about what treasures to take and when to take them, however these are minor squabbles in the face of all the good that we truly do. They are my friends and I would protect them with every last spell that my God would grant me.

As we delve deeper and deeper into the pits of this hell, I find myself depending more and more on my faith in Corellon Larethian. It's through that faith that I can overcome the sickness I feel deep in the pit of my stomach whenever we enter one of Orcus' temples. I have seen some foul and odious things within my lifetime, however Orcus and his devotees have shown me a completely different and more horrifying type of evil that I become overcome with the desire to rid the world of it; all of it. The only good that comes of our adventure deep into the pits of this hell is that I have learned a great deal about the evil and its weakness. I pray to thee, Dear God, that I am strong enough to survive and rid the world of all of this filth.

I'm afraid that I have no more to write in this journal of ours. It is time to rest my weary bones and begin my prayers. Dear friends you are all in my prayers, and with that my God shall watch over you.

~~Janier~~

I've decided that I hate water. Don't get me wrong, I can swim, just not as well as some. We entered a new level, only to find a wide, fast moving river blocking our way. So, casting water breathing, I jumped in and let myself sink to the bottom and tried to swim/walk against the current. Everyone else either swam faster or used other magicks to traverse the river and got to the other side pretty quickly. Finally someone dropped a rope into the water and helped to pull me ashore. Unfortunately, the others had encountered a swarm of giant scorpions, defeated them and THEN pulled me to shore. Not a chance at combat, damn! Oh well, c'est la guerre, as they say.

Thank the gods for clerics, I'm tired of being messed up by this dungeon. So, when we encounter a banshee, a BANSHEE, by Boccob, I decide to retreat and let Janier do her turning thing. Ha, destroyed that banshee like it was nothing. Go Janier!

Our bard was strangely quiet today, no songs, no tunes, no nothing. Seems he was in a killing mood. The way he beat down that Manticore had definate aggression issues. Go Enoch, purge those frustrations, kill, kill, KILL

So, we have a new spell caster amongst us, beating the crap out of bad guys wasn't enough, now she wants to blow them up, too? Cool, you go girl. "Sorceress Serena", kinda has a ring to it. Just don't forget that big ass weapon of yours, It'll still kill more bad guys than your magick will, for now.

Well, that's about it for now, must continue onwards. Orcus awaits, which reminds me. Hey Orcus, tried using that little temple of yours lately? Hahahahahaha

Phelps

Well, Well Things are moving right along. After being in battle last week I had this funny feeling that I looked like Phelps....in a tux. Shakes head, Maybe I'm just spending too much time with him. Janier told me that I was casting spells while under a demons control...It's still hard for me to believe that I'm actually a Sorceress. I've always just been kinda Normal and plain. Trying to really use my spell casting ability is hard, and I'm afraid of it. I kinda wish I had a teacher, oh well. I'm smart, I'm sure I'll figure it out. I love this group I'm traveling with. We're so diverse and have different opinons about to pillage or not....but I think we get along. This have been such an interesting adventure so far, and I'm lucky to be in such a great group. Janier loves her god so much, it's inspiring. She's got excellent spellcasting ability and always seems to do the right thing. Phelps is an interesting guy because he seems to have mulitple personalities. He appeared to be a wizard when I first met him, and he was kinda crazy, bordering on Chaotic. Then he got away from his spell casting right after he found this Lawful sword. And most recently he's been trying to be like Enoch with the theiving. He's very complex. Speaking of Enoch, he's a nut. Whenever we go into battle he starts singing.... what's up with that? I mean sometimes I seem to have more strength after he starts breaking it down, but still isn't it kinda strange? He's an interesting guy too. Fletcher on the other hand I wonder about... I think he got his butt whooped in a few too many battles or his mother dropped him on his head. Either way, the man is not playing with a full deck. But it's nice having a nother fighter at my side. Tobey, my dire tiger is great, another added bonus of being on this adventure. I found her caged in a secret lab inside Rappan-A-Thuk. She's a great fighter, but I guess I'm not that great of a teacher. It took me so long to train her just a few things. I'm going to keep trying, just like my spellcasting. Well back to the adventure. I'll write more later.

~Serena