Discord
Changelog
02-13-2013, 02:17 PM
Chess 14, Year of the Worm (1356 DR)
Dear Mumsy,
Well, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Don't worry, I'll try to catch you up as well as I can.
Firstly, it has been made definite. I'm surrounded by heathens!
I was at an inn called the Red Trident the other day. After a long day of trekking through sewers with Nickie (for some reason he's calling himself "Valo" now. He's probably hiding from an irate husband or wife), I decided that some relaxation was in order. I asked the serving wench if they had a fine Impilturan clairet (or "Claret" as many people insist on calling it *shudder*) and found myself handed a strange concoction called a "Clarity." A hideous drink, definitely overly-fermented.
I must admit, however, that it proved quite a fortifier when delving into crypts. Being the only alcoholic beverage on hand, I took a shot of it before facing one of those hideous mummy-children-thingees. It made the altercation MUCH easier!
I must hand it to the Thayans (despite their ATROCIOUS taste in wines), however. I never had much use for the little grass-goblins, but the Thayan's idea of just wrapping the little urchins up and burying them alive is a novel one.
Near the beginning of the month, there was a contest to acquire the patronage of some powerful individual represented by a Thayan Knight in a city called Eltabbar. The Knights serve the Red Wizards in this land. Most of the gifts seemed to be items of INCREDIBLE power looted by the other four people that showed up.
The items accepted by the others were probably worth thousands of Talons! Imagine my surprise when they accepted a simple jade ring I won from a far-traveling trader who bet on the wrong pit fighter! I was at the Weeping Slave when I met the strange little fellow. He said that he was from the Far East (isn't that where we are?) from some land named Caratoa or somesuch. It was a strange ring, too large for a finger. He told me the instructions were translated onto a piece of "rice paper" inside the ring box. The translation was terrible and I could make neither heads nor tails of it; I could only make out that it had something to do with "Tantric Magic," whatever that is. "Holds back Big Wave ... keeps heads clear ...." Really! Nonsensical, I say!
But the Knight seemed to like it. For the winning of a simple wager, I was given more gold than I have ever seen!
Well, it wasn't quite free. I did spend several hundred gold that night on the gaming tables and courtesans. There's this one simply called "The Mountain." Mumsy, you would absolutely LOVE him!! And the nymph was entertaining as well. The absolute depression in her eyes just made the encounter more ... poignant.
The Knight slipped up and I have a good idea who the "mysterious patron" might be. He also seemed disappointed at the turnout ... he called for another such presentation in one month's time. Perhaps I'll luck out and find something similar to that strange ring.
I'm still working upon my Master Plan and keeping an eye out for possible future minions. I met a cleric of Myrkull that was quite impressive, but I don't believe he could be convinced to follow me. Extremely dedicated to his church, he seemed ... incorruptible. If I could get his church on my side -- or at least sympathetic to my cause -- he could become a powerful ally.
There was also a young bow-woman. A ranger perhaps? She traveled in the sewers with Nickie and I for a bit, but disappeared while he was asking me if my order for a feather boa had yet to arrive at the clothiers (It hasn't.). I fear I wasn't paying proper attention. Nickie was likely rude and uncouth in her presence whilst I wasn't looking.
I also met a priestess of Ilmater named Ami. A definite do-gooder, that one! In the sewers, she wanted to speak to the goblins and explain our presence there! Can you imagine? We're adventurers! It's our JOB to invade the homes of humanoids, conk them over the head, and steal their gold! Really! But ... she had powerful blessings and healing spells, so we humored her. So far, I have her thoroughly confused. With a little bit of corruption here and there, she might one day become a good minion. Even if not, confusing her is quite entertaining!
Well, that's about it for now. I'm supposed to be getting ready to head for the local necropolis and find three magical bracers. Oh, the things I do to get my name known! I'm not going back into the lower levels of that death-trap alone, though. If I can't find a large, well-armed party to accompany me, I'll probably just BUY the blasted things and sprinkle graveyard dirt on them before delivery.
Till next time,
Your loving son,
Maurice
*Crumpling up the letter, Maurice cautiously moved over to the cooking oven. After staring at the oven door for a moment, he quickly snatched the door open ... only to find his boar meat still sitting there, uncooked, mocking him in its raw splendor. Maurice slumps to the ground and pounds his fist upon the floor. "Why? Why me, Gods? What did I ever do to you?"*
Dear Mumsy,
Well, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Don't worry, I'll try to catch you up as well as I can.
Firstly, it has been made definite. I'm surrounded by heathens!
I was at an inn called the Red Trident the other day. After a long day of trekking through sewers with Nickie (for some reason he's calling himself "Valo" now. He's probably hiding from an irate husband or wife), I decided that some relaxation was in order. I asked the serving wench if they had a fine Impilturan clairet (or "Claret" as many people insist on calling it *shudder*) and found myself handed a strange concoction called a "Clarity." A hideous drink, definitely overly-fermented.
I must admit, however, that it proved quite a fortifier when delving into crypts. Being the only alcoholic beverage on hand, I took a shot of it before facing one of those hideous mummy-children-thingees. It made the altercation MUCH easier!
I must hand it to the Thayans (despite their ATROCIOUS taste in wines), however. I never had much use for the little grass-goblins, but the Thayan's idea of just wrapping the little urchins up and burying them alive is a novel one.
Near the beginning of the month, there was a contest to acquire the patronage of some powerful individual represented by a Thayan Knight in a city called Eltabbar. The Knights serve the Red Wizards in this land. Most of the gifts seemed to be items of INCREDIBLE power looted by the other four people that showed up.
The items accepted by the others were probably worth thousands of Talons! Imagine my surprise when they accepted a simple jade ring I won from a far-traveling trader who bet on the wrong pit fighter! I was at the Weeping Slave when I met the strange little fellow. He said that he was from the Far East (isn't that where we are?) from some land named Caratoa or somesuch. It was a strange ring, too large for a finger. He told me the instructions were translated onto a piece of "rice paper" inside the ring box. The translation was terrible and I could make neither heads nor tails of it; I could only make out that it had something to do with "Tantric Magic," whatever that is. "Holds back Big Wave ... keeps heads clear ...." Really! Nonsensical, I say!
But the Knight seemed to like it. For the winning of a simple wager, I was given more gold than I have ever seen!
Well, it wasn't quite free. I did spend several hundred gold that night on the gaming tables and courtesans. There's this one simply called "The Mountain." Mumsy, you would absolutely LOVE him!! And the nymph was entertaining as well. The absolute depression in her eyes just made the encounter more ... poignant.
The Knight slipped up and I have a good idea who the "mysterious patron" might be. He also seemed disappointed at the turnout ... he called for another such presentation in one month's time. Perhaps I'll luck out and find something similar to that strange ring.
I'm still working upon my Master Plan and keeping an eye out for possible future minions. I met a cleric of Myrkull that was quite impressive, but I don't believe he could be convinced to follow me. Extremely dedicated to his church, he seemed ... incorruptible. If I could get his church on my side -- or at least sympathetic to my cause -- he could become a powerful ally.
There was also a young bow-woman. A ranger perhaps? She traveled in the sewers with Nickie and I for a bit, but disappeared while he was asking me if my order for a feather boa had yet to arrive at the clothiers (It hasn't.). I fear I wasn't paying proper attention. Nickie was likely rude and uncouth in her presence whilst I wasn't looking.
I also met a priestess of Ilmater named Ami. A definite do-gooder, that one! In the sewers, she wanted to speak to the goblins and explain our presence there! Can you imagine? We're adventurers! It's our JOB to invade the homes of humanoids, conk them over the head, and steal their gold! Really! But ... she had powerful blessings and healing spells, so we humored her. So far, I have her thoroughly confused. With a little bit of corruption here and there, she might one day become a good minion. Even if not, confusing her is quite entertaining!
Well, that's about it for now. I'm supposed to be getting ready to head for the local necropolis and find three magical bracers. Oh, the things I do to get my name known! I'm not going back into the lower levels of that death-trap alone, though. If I can't find a large, well-armed party to accompany me, I'll probably just BUY the blasted things and sprinkle graveyard dirt on them before delivery.
Till next time,
Your loving son,
Maurice
*Crumpling up the letter, Maurice cautiously moved over to the cooking oven. After staring at the oven door for a moment, he quickly snatched the door open ... only to find his boar meat still sitting there, uncooked, mocking him in its raw splendor. Maurice slumps to the ground and pounds his fist upon the floor. "Why? Why me, Gods? What did I ever do to you?"*