Post by Ouroboros on Oct 14, 2018 10:17:26 GMT -5
Marched into a dragon's lair with the fist yesterday - a warren of immense caves crawling with the scaled monsters. It was like one of the old tales come to life but miraculously we returned to tell the tale. John led the fist in on account of the mysterious Empress - she requires some kind of magickal focus to construct protective wards around the Emerald Keep for keeping out the witching ways of our foes, so we took the head of the largest beast in the dungeon. Evidently some in the group will be performing some kind of ritual to raise these protective wards around the keep. The occult ways of this land are frightening at times, but if John trusts this Empress then I'll place my trust with him.
The spectre of a woman appeared in the Keep earlier, before we left for the dragon's lair. Sofia something. The others appeared familiar with her in life. Faeryl was exceedingly troubled by her appearance but wouldn't talk much, as usual, save for claiming responsibility for her worldly demise. I sorely hope these witch wards will keep the dead from haunting the keep further. I'm haunted enough by my own shades.
Stitched up one wound in the arm by hand rather than magic, as a souvenier. The battle was a pitched confusion of blade, fang and flame. I would do well to remember as much of it as i can for the future.
(there is a surprisingly good sketch of two drunkards carrying on and vomiting)
Got a little too into my cups at tavern after. Some ridiculous sod brought his HORSE into the Dog and tried to wring taxes out of everybody with it. It shat on the floor. Tried to convince him to remove the horse. Kept claiming it wasn't a horse. Tax collector. Said shit was MINE. Pointed some kind of WAND at me and I thought I was curst. Lost temper - fearing foul magery. Chased him around tav battering him with... don't know if it was a broom, walking stick, pitchfork or what that I grabbed. Could not catch him well enough to just throw him out - weaselly little shit kept slipping away and hitting me with the wand. I have a good shiner this morning where he almost put my other eye out. Too goddamn drunk to properly beat up another drunk.
Felt bad later and tried to apologize. Showed him how to carve up a smoking pipe out of a turnip, like that peasant fellow showed me recently. He got up and ran off. Feel horrible.
Should remember to keep mouth shut and only do what I'm told. If there's a lesson in virtue here, I think I'm missing it. Again. Some chivalry.
Cedric's name still fits, wonder if I'll ever outlive it.