RTEL ECL Dusk 3, fact 1 , warblade 1, fighter 1, sorcerer 1 Entry 11

It seemed like the darkest hour. The cleric had worn out but was still using prayer, affected by the shakes that the dragon had initially sent down his spine. The wizard out of spells and hopelessly trying to shoot the beast down . At least she was trying. The big blue glob of companion orc we had was retreating (thought he was tougher). Only me and the fighter remained face to face with this acid spewing behemoth in front of us holding the line to send this beast back into, OBLIVION!!!

I thought about retreating for a second , a moment of doubt faced my mind and my faith." NO! I shall not retreat today is the day that the Wombat shall feast his eyes upon your slaughter beast." Mentally rallying myself.  " In the name of the Wombat, ya shall die ya big slithering over sized Gecko Bitch!" as I shouted when my swing finally started to turn him into a crimson covered lizard. He bellowed a cry of pain that rebounded throughout the caves, as i  bludeonged him .

Being so focused in the battle, the Wombat heard me not letting up and sent us the angel back to give me a touch(es) of second wind. In a most inappropriate but likable of ways to rile my testosterone up for battle once more. The Wombat sure knows how to motivated his favored warriors for battle.  After such, the battle started to turn in our favor as the orc came back around ,the fighter swinging with mighty fervor upon the beast and the angel continuing her promiscuity towards me as she was giving me a "healthy rub" to stay in the fight with this beast.

In its desperate hours the dragon smashed something in its treasure pile to summon forth the evil cousin of the baby Kong (earlier entry) to swing on us with four arms . Uh oh I pondered!But the angel of the Wombat had more than a pretty hand ha ha. She summoned a wall of thorns entrapping them so that they may be easy targets .  Now the lying beast started to make offers for its life asking us to remove the thorn bush saying it'll let us go. The orc replied with an agreeable condition" So we get your shinies or part of it, right huh huh ?" And can relocate into a more bountiful lair or stay if you d like." I added he scoffed , still full of pride even near its imminent demise " No Deal!" "Fine, die!"I shouted back at him.  Shortly after it was laid to pieces into the Abysses . We looted this poor ass dragon rocking baby muney, I just went straight to bed . Thanking the Wombat for this bountiful kill and help he sent.

Not sure how long had elapsed for our restingbut  we continued on without too much care of lady M's remains aside from a quick I shall not mention what I saw the orc do with the body , but it wasn't too fowl from what I've seen ,just... unexpected . But I guess he does, sigh,  eat lot. Moving down the dark cavern once out of the cart I couldn't see shit .I hanged onto the angel's arm guiding me as some of our less humanoid friend had dark vision. Stumbling about like a blind a buffoon I felt something bounce off of my armor that seemed to be pretty rough. "Damn it! " Activating my lights some fish person in the water chucking spears .That I was just gonna walk right past, but the orc just had to want to do a water ballet with it ,sigh. I kept on going until some featherless chicken with a hoe for a mouth sprayed me in my face with , yet again, caustic burning hot fluids. "Fuuuuck agaiinnnnn!!!" I yelled as I was sizzling (this stuff was stronger than the dragon's acid and i dodged some) .Everything's always trying to take a bite out of the black man.  We have a big oversized obese blue brute to eat that you can't miss and everything's still trying to gobble  me  up in the undesirable fashion. The enemy entity of the Wombat wants me dead I believe. Finally over with this silly encounter of poky fish and spraying unfeathered chicken we marched on .

 Holding onto the Orc's arm in darkness to be my guide because the angel had dissapeared. While another and awkward walrus meta human monkey fly face thing helping us had also gone back to whatever twisted fantasy things those things do . The orc left from my grip to go eat what I soon found out to be a giant mushroom . And a second very loud one that I extinguished quickly and an over sized crab beattle that kept on making the other two people in the party go mad, b/c of their lack of mental control in the ways of the Wombat as well as my study of the Warblade art. Everyone wonders why I dab in so many things huuugh!
 Well ,after getting punched in the face by the big blue uncontrolled oaf, .After fact that the beast had fallen ,I was like : "Fuck this ya dealing with this till you 2 get a grip of yourselves." Thus I hid in the dark corners of this fungi forest sipping on my wine and drinking a healthy potion letting these 2 kill each other . I began to meditate to ascend to yet another level of greatness into the  deeper annals of the  arcane arts. Clearing out the grunts, squeals ,  spasms of random laughter, and questions "Where am I ,? Why it's so dark?" enacted by the others falling into madness ,from my mind. All in darkness " Ssshhhh can you hear it ?"The whispers of the Wombat revealing His secret admisdst all of it? Shhh listen closer ...  you too can hear the whispers spoken from the Wombats wise eternal words!Traveling beyond the planes, of ageless time, and infinite realms of possibilities.All of this can be had.... at a price... Ssssshhhhhhh( consciousnes drifts into communion with the Wombat).

RTEL: ECL 5, Vorkesh, Water Orc, Pugulist 5: JE #2

I tricked the stupid green lizard!!! See I’m not that dumb, just hungry!! I Ran around the corner while the stupid lizard was wildly swinging at the other little people with me. I thought I sneak up on him, but when I came around the corner that’s when all the crazy stuff happened!!!

This other person just showed up, but then she started touching people strangely… made feel tingly.  Then as I was coming around the corner there was a stupid monkey in front of me with four arm. It stated hitting me then it tried to pull my arm off! So I punched it in the face.  Oh, I smelled some food nearby!!!

Then next thing I know there was plants all over the place that caged everyone up except me. So I kept punching the stupid monkey, but the plants scratched me. It was all very quick because then the monkey was sprayed by the stupid lizard!!! Severs him right for hitting me! Thankfully, I was too far away for the spit from the lizard to touch me. Well then that was that, ran straight at the lizard to surprise him. Right before I could get to it, the other light-skinned small guy did something with his butter knife and stabbed him and it fell over.  Everyone stated looking for the treasure , but there was not food to be found.

Then I found it! I found the food! I ate all the food that Lady M had. If only she would have shared I would have protected her.

So then, we all rested there in the stupid lizard hole.

When everyone got up, we started going down a tunnel some more and it darted off to the left. There was some mucky water that was as smooth as glass.  Me being fearless kept walking forward until the butter knife guy had a stick thrown at him. It came from out in the water… so I went after it. It was so dark in there I could hardly see. Then I get stabbed in the side and I grab the stupid frog with the pointy stick.

Somehow a big fat thing with big teeth showed up and started to bite at it. We both got stuck to the stupid frog. I got tired of it and decided since I’m bigger to drag it out of the water. I want to try some frog legs for dinner!

So while dealing the stupid sticky frog, the butter knife guy and touchy lady got into trouble of their own. They ended up bumping into a stupid giant spitting featherless chicken. We took care of all the mess easily. So we continued forward.

I seen a mushroom! I wanted to eat it! But when I got close to it, it tried to hit me. So I bashed it on the head. Once I bashed it on the head, another one sprouted from it and made a really loud noise. I bashed that one too.

After that was kinda fuzzy… I remember a big beetle with red eyes. Next thing I know I wake up to the hired help that was being touchy with the heally guy. They were begging me to stop hitting them, but I don’t remember. I must have been in a rage from having not eaten… maybe next time they will make a sandwich!

Benai' Evaerist Misthril a/k/a "Mithil"

RTEL: ECL 9 Mithil Human Wizard 9: Journal Entry 4

Mithil tried to look nonchalant as she leaned against the cart but she was worried.  How had she gotten here!? She remembered drawing the cross-bow and, obviously, the dragon was dead or she would not be standing here, but she did not remember anything else.  How they killed the dragon and how she made her way back to this cart?

It was all a complete blank!

Her aunt had warned her of a history of mental problems in her family.  She had said it like it was a matter of family pride, "you know Mith, some of the best wizards in all of history where stark, raving, bonkers!"

Was she bonkers?

Fluteria looked at her with concern.

"Well, do you know what happened either?"

The butterfly gave an almost indecipherable shake of her head.

Relegated to cart duty too!  It was humiliating.  A stable boy could handle this duty.  Did her comrades think so little of her?  Why would they waste her vast talent on cart duty?

She went over Hilvin's inventory of the cart's contents.  Damn this is boring!  She could not leave the party's possessions until the ranger returned to take what was, by all rights, his menial job.

Maybe the dragon had some magic left which had made her lose her memory?  Or, maybe, a mage had crept in from behind and, realizing she was the biggest threat, cast a spell of forgetfulness on her?

Maybe she was well on her way to becoming one of the wizards of legend?  Maybe she was sacrificing her sanity for power.  Or, maybe, those wizards were simply so intelligent that they were not understood?

She doubted any of them had been relegated to cart duty!

Mithil checked the inventory a second time and it was still accurate.  She had hoped to find some error to correct.  

She looked towards the mine, straining to see the ranger coming her way from a distance.  Sighing she picked up the inventory listing one more time and started anew.

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RTEL, Vorkesh, Entry 1

I met someone that I’m starter than today!!! The big guy woke up and we talked forever! I think the other guys were sneaking around but man we talked for what seemed like hours!!! But then the group decided to leave down the passage. I congratulated the big guy on his new promotion and we went down the hall. He reminded us to visit the weapons locker, so we went that direction.

OHHH, then the Healer started spazing out about doors or something. Apparently an unlocked door is a big deal to him!! Man I’m hungry. We started going down some dark rooms, apparently the skinny ones cant see in the dark, so they had me walk in front…. But still didn’t help then if they cant see around me HAHa!! 

Then we found a long room, it was not very clean and has spiders in there!  Swatted them down like they were nothing!  Then we kept walking around in a circle until we decided to go down a mine shaft. Those carts were heavy!!!!  Oh and the stupid carts could fit me in there!!! That was fine though, Lady M could not drive and ran her cart off the track…. And yah I had to push it back on the track again.

It served the lazy ones right, because as we were going down the tracks they had things fall into their carts that looked hot. Then the cart derailed again lol.

So as we were going , I darted off to the side of an opening to see if there was anything special…..Blam right in the face I got hit by something that burned!!! Not even my wounds could recover the burns!!!! Then when the group showed up I realized the stupid lizard in front of me spat at me, so I charged it!!!  It swung at me so viciously that I felt some of the hits, but he just bounced off my belly. Stupid lizard, it made me hungry.  Somewhere in the mix as the lizard was hitting and spitting at me, which I don’t like the spit, Lady M was killed!!!!!! Serves her right….. she should have served me a sandwich before she died.  Well then the guy ran and jumped at the lizard and hit it hard! I took the time to step back to heal some of my wounds the lizard did to me.

Now I have to decide what to do….. I could go for that sandwich right now.

 

RTEL ECL 6 Dusk 3, fact 1 , warblade 1, fighter 1, Entry 10

   After what seemed to be days of adventuring within these mines twisting and twirling left and right with winding shafts riding on our cart I feared that there may be a chasm that we may fall into . Like the first time a new adventurer tried to join us. For that fact we did have this lady Morgan drive that cart and doing a pretty awful job , thus after the 2nd or third roll over I got tired of it and snatched the cart controls away from her and did the driving.
We finally stopped at a natural cave opening with some emerald or jade glistening way back  so we wanted to see what was going on. Us regular purebred humans (not having any special visions) decided to send the Orc and the butterfly to scout the area to see what was in the cavern slot.
   Well surprise! A damn green dragon, not the worst of them but definitely smarter than their white cousins we just butchered( no racial pun intended).  It sprayed its green acid gas breath all over the orc who really seemed not to like it . Oh poor little butterfly I almost weep at the concept that our little friend could have been disintegrate , sure though it would happen,(oh no m not tearing as I am making this mental note).It barely escaped and in we were with another glorious fight with a big critter the kind of fights that I like. But the wombat is with me. Sadly enough the party not being trained in the ways of the Warrior like me shook in their boots in the face of the might of the dragon . Damn, well after all i do respect these creatures and do hope to obtain one one of these days that s why I may not have been affected as badly as the rest of our group. The morale was low all over , our wizard was out of spell , I could hear the thoughts of the nearly acidified orc"I wanna get the hell out I wanna leave Lady M. is dead (sniffles sniffles)" the fighter was afraid and the cleric wasn't empowering me like he d normally did! And of course they were all blocking my charging lane to show them as well as the dragon of my new skill of the death knight's charge(leap attack) . After finally getting it weakened with my ray of enfeeblement and charging it I wasn't able to kill it swiftly because I wasn't properly empowered by the cleric . And now I must lead the assault against this fiend as my whole party is just head down into this with no heart or hope. I f we wish to survive this I must show them a mad fighting spirit that they've never seen before almost if I was possessed by the wombat Himself. Fighting for his land glory and for blood. I must lead the assault with undying fervor gusto from the abyss itself and rouse my comrades to better fighting spirit.
   For the Wombat!!!!

Death, Luck, or Wisdom

Mithil screamed at her butterfly to be prepared to flee, “remember, if I fall, you must go to my aunt.”

She saw Lady Megan fall.  She saw the cleric struggling mightily to prop up the fighters.  She saw the Duskblade leaping about and tapping on an inexplicable combination of skills to give the party a chance.  The orc was standing toe to toe with the beast who had drenched Fluteria’s beautiful wings in acid!  The fighter seemed odd, not quite right, but she too jumped into the fray.

Every wizard’s fear:  Every offensive spell exhausted and having to resort to a brute force, in this case an awkward crossbow which even now she was nocking with another bolt, all the while her friends (and she realized, yes, these people and creatures were her friends), were dying in front of her eyes as she was helpless to help.

Even as she raised the crossbow to her shoulder, she thought of the card she had at the ready.  Her photographic memory called it verbatim:

"Vizier: This card empowers the character drawing it with the one-time ability to call upon a source of wisdom to solve any single problem or answer fully any question upon her request. The query or request must be made within one year. Whether the information gained can be successfully acted upon is another question entirely." What a risk she had taken in obtaining this card!!!  The barbarian had been whisked away forever by the same deck.  It was incredibly powerful but she felt it throb with a will of its own to deny a direct question.  It must answer “any” question “fully” but then it cautioned that she might not be able to act on the advice. But what if she embedded that into the question?  “Tell me, oh Card of the Vizier, what action I can take within my current skills and with the materials and equipment I have in my reach right now, how I can save this party.” She hated using the card for just a stupid dragon, one which they could have dispatched if she had conserved her spells or if the party had stopped to rest.  The card promised wisdom, not folly!  Would it not, in its wisdom, give her a real answer to her question fully and fairly or, as it also said, to “solve any single problem?”  Well, damnation, their problem was clear.  A dragon was about to kill them! She felt the polished wood of the stock of the crossbow against her cheek and winced.  So crude… but maybe, she would get lucky.  Maybe one of them, any of them, maybe her, would get lucky.   She aimed for the huge creature and aimed carefully.  She exhaled as she pulled the trigger.  The bolt leapt from the crossbow and headed straight for the creature’s face.  Yes! All of this unfolded in six seconds, from her first thought to the final act as the bolt plinked harmlessly against the armored hide of the creature’s neck.  She sighed and thought again of the Vizier’s card obtained at such risk.

RTEL ECL 6 Dusk 3, fact 1 , warblade 1, fighter 1, Entry 9

After a long lasting slaughtering of the dragon dream team it was time to butcher em for sum good meat . And trophies of course. We enlisted the help of the tavern keeper in this ragged beat down town to help us cut the beast apart .

After about 7 grueling hours we finally got all that we needed and the innkeeper who helped us let us sleep for free because of the ridiculous amount of dragon meat he just received. That night after stopping a few silly interuptions from some arachnids breaking through the inns windows and making it more frosty in the foyer for us to sleep in ,we forgot all about that . So we just chilled our asses till dawn! Well next morning we wanted to check on the owner prior to resuming on our quest to vanquish evil.Yup the fool was taken away, his room literred with spider webs and blood.

On our way to the mine me and the cleric had devised a scheme to trick em all. We've decided to wear the cultist's robes and pendant trying to be part of their group saying Master Dunrat had sent us  with the artifacts in hand to begin the ritual to free therizden. So once arrived at they asked for a damned password . So half guessing things we laid out what we had practiced on the way to the door, saying we were sent by master D as prodigees and to deliver the artifacts. The crew behind the murder holes starting whispering"they ours they are just confused". After a while we had an offer made that my gut feeling was just saying he wasn't lying about this shady deal."Throw down your weapon and we'll come and inspect you before we decide". So after a while and a brief quiz on theruzden and history we were brought in to see the sergeant. Then after the servant some cleric/ spellcaster of some sort who I tried to bullshit(which I thought I did a decent job at),but he wasn't buying it) So hardly after he called Guar....Urghgurg, I uppercut-ed his ass and flat he went with a bloody nose. After a thugish 2nd round of beatdown from me I snatched 1 of his swords and handed it over to the fighter and myself. Then we tore, exploded, brutalized and tore this front hall with daemons, ballista and legions of half breeds hyena and other vileness to the ground. Made it our bitch for the wombat. One last question remained for that 1 survivor sergeant Wyrm tongue ? What to ask him or how to trick him?

May the wombat guide us in this stronghold of Evil!

Insomnia

Mithil stared at the rough hewn mine ceiling.  She had to fall asleep to recover her spells but sleep simply would not come.   It didn’t help that Fluteria was not speaking to her.

Why was she here?  How had her life brought her to these dank surroundings?  Water dripped from a ceiling nearby making a new stalactite if it was left undisturbed for a few thousand years.

Her empathetic link to her friend throbbed with cold hurt.  She sighed and looked over at the ranger who guarded them.  He was a cipher.  

Her mind played back over the spells she had cast.  Her feelings were conflicted.  She loved the raw power which left her slight form.  She could feel it being collected from every part of her and pouring out at her command.  It was intoxicating!!  Paradoxically, the more power she pulled from her lithe body, the stronger she became.

But she could remember the pain she had caused.  Such pain!  These were living beings she had burned, electrocuted, and pummeled to death.  She knew there was no choice but she did not have to enjoy the pain it caused.

A thought tremored through her bond, “at least you still understand that” and then fell into stony silence.

She flashed angrily through the bond at her familiar.  The one fireball she had cast had burned five sentient beings to death.  Their deaths had occurred in a mere six seconds but what must that have felt like to be burned alive!  Six seconds must have felt like an eternity.

She hoped the deaths she caused by electrocution were less painful.  Maybe that kind of death stopped the heart first?  Maybe she would ask Hilvin which spell caused less pain.  Surely he would know?  If only she could put them all into a deep slumber.  If only she could put herself into a slumber now!

The drip drip of the water continued and she could tell her friend had gone to sleep with something like satisfaction.  

Why am I here?  There are more competent wizards.  She knew this.  How did the fate of so many come to balance on the actions of so few?  Her mind went round in unproductive circles.

How was she going to keep her promise to Fluteria?  She rejected out of hand what she had been taught.  Fluteria was not merely an extension of herself.  She had too much personality and love.   If Flute was made from a piece of herself, that piece had taken on life and evolved into something more.  If Flute was made from my soul, she was made from the very best parts.

Why had she eaten that apple?  Why had she taken cards from that deck?  Did she want to die?  Deep down, did she feel she did not deserve a good life?  That good life could have been had in any number of places other than this mine.  She was not unattractive and many possible mates had sought her out.  Why, then, for the love of all holy things, was she in this stupid stupid mine with her one friend not speaking to her?

She turned her back to the other so her tears would not be seen, even by the sharp eyed ranger.  What was his name?   She never could remember.  Ael’Sooleo?  Suleo?  Ael’Sooleo’Palen’Lotsmorenonsensewordsdividedbyapostrophies?   Why do Elves always have names with ten syllables?  She bet when they were alone they had single syllabic names.  The unpronounceable names were probable jokes they played on non-elves.

On and on her mind circled on and on until almost two hours later, sleep finally came to her.

DM Entry: Codex of Materials

A new book has been completed.

Aryathan Jiil Codex of Materials.pdf

Its now available on the Google drive.

This new book has most (if not all) of the special materials that can be found in the game, and how to use them for weapons and armor.

And its finally easy to determine your weapon's and armor's Hardness and Hit Points, whether they are from normal materials or special materials.

RTEL ECL 6 Dusk 3, fact 1 , warblade 1, fighter 1, Entry 8

By the mighty Wombat I knew it. These stoners laying and snorting shrooms left and right didn't have enough sense or diligence to tell us that white dragons were common over here.It being a common for cows and people alike to end up being spritited away randomly, which we discovered after this grandiose fight. Damn it, ya hippies! Hearing sounds from outsides and spotting a family of  huge ,large ,and medium sized white dragons the wizard said we should talk to them AFTER hurling a fire ball at them and hitting them with their most hated element.As I studied dragons, since I do want to have one as an adventuring companion (male) or bedroom companion ( female who can shape shift of course ) I called her a fool and to refrain from doing that for her own health.
Explaining to her that most dragons are intelligent .Metallic being good natured Chromatic being more dominant proud and haughty but still smart, there s a chance to reason with them trade offs , quests , or just good time discussions. Those are also the more dangerous if pissed off since they most likely can cast spells, stalk preys, as well as orchestrate battle tactics. Well we fell on the idiots of the race with one of the most animalistic behaviours talking wouldn't do much to them especially if hungry and being on fire (thanks to the wizard). But Damn it,  I was itching for a good brawl  .

Knowing my dragonology a bit I prepared an ice resist for some flybys breaths from the  angry pair( I don't know what sex they were but I plan to study them more now that they have been slain ). Enfeebling the bigger one it got pissed at me and came down looking for some beef. Possibly ,literally  they weren't planning to go home empty handed in this tundra of town. Hey the big guys' gotsta eat too right? It was me holding off the big beast all alone while mythil all invisible followed my advice to NOT initiate a conversation with these basest of beast of their race. The angel being late to support me in my valiant standoff to the big fiend let me get some chunks get taken out of me.  "I wanna shoot It" the angel kept saying while I was battling the ferocious thing. "Just chill and keep healing me gurl.Me and the wizard are putting the hurting on it keeping healing meh!" After witnessing some of its maddening assault on me and withstanding it like a knight(boss) that tales are told about , the ANGEL started to lose guts" Ama run with mythil and write you a postcard from wherever we are ...If you live  " "Get your ass back over here and keep healing me if you run and I die you're next on its shopping list, keep healing angel you're making the world a better place."

After a few more rallying speeches to the angel who cursed and said she weren't gonna heal me, I though she may have been a fiend or an underworld dweller in disguise to give us false hope. I mean an angel losing courage in the face of adversity ? They're the ones supposed to give us mortals the courage to fight on when all hope seemed to be lost. Roles reversed I guess , great uncle Icelus the dreadlord death knight taught me well to rally the troops even celestial ones. With mighty fervor and gusto I kept on swinging on the damned winged daemon taking bigger chunks out of me each passing moment but I did not falter in my assault going after it every time it backed up to do something. i could tell it wasn't used to such fight in such smaller creature. It was used to weaklings turning over right into it s mouth, giving up without the slightest bit of a fight. Today you huge cretin , you and your fam have met your match with the champion of the wombat and the soon to be legend Icelus the third. Howling such in draconic intimidating the beast. I could see the fear in it's eyes, near the end the despair that I drew upon it kept me assailing on . Knowing full well it was going to join my Uncle's Black parade! Finally as it was trying to bite the angel I felled the beast defending the cowardess/flimsy celestial.She finished off my and the wizards' handy work of the gigantic creature we had slayed. The cleric and the fighter tagged teamed the younger of the beast simultaneous at least they could share the burden of the wounds, ouch I' m sore , but dam I'm high in pride . The cleric dimensional shifted the young dragon else where. Everyone readied up in formation around where it had disappeared to bash its mongoloid skull into the pits of hell we gathered readied to strike. Once it did the wizard missiled the creature into its oblivion.

Somehow no one died nor ran away from their frightful presence, the town was made safe once more to be stoning grounds for the stoners(sight) . When I think of it, no one came outside this whole fight nor screamed or said "watch out!" sight maybe we can get a good price on this dragon Whoooaaaaawww! Chunky stuffff! A huge blue ork came out of nowhere wanting to have joined in to kill the dragon and an appetite to match that battle drice too. We just decided to let him join since he did want to save the town to, good intentions. Since we might need him for the tribulations coming ahead.As well as being too mentally exhausted to give a shit , if he wanted to cause troubled he d be felled rather quickly by us anyways. Walking into the tavern the inn keeper asked what were we doing in this town so up front I asked about the temple of all consumption which he seemed utterly clueless about . So damn it ," We came to destroy evil Boii!!!" He looked even more lost than the first time and literally had no answers nor words for me until someone else re-ignited the conversation. Man, these simpletons around here aren't even aware of all the crazy shit in there backyard. Trying to make us pay for rooms which we just saved their asses from doom and catastrophe to the town and ridiculously low rates for the dragon meat I was getting angered and decided to go out and study the dragon prior to butchering it.

Thank you mighty Wombat for this prize you have brought before me today and its bountiful fruit of experience. For giving me a challenge to express the blood thirsty warlord and leader who inspires  zeal even unto otherworldly denizens and  drains hope out of even beast to fill their simple hearts and mind with despair. Prior sending them to our family's B;lack Parade rank until that fateful where All the dead slain by us shall rise in a glorious march for the conquest of unlife.  Praises be to the wombat and its mighty everlasting generosity to those who desire to please him in blood through battle. May my research on this beast through its autopsy yield great fruits so one day I may hire or tame a dragon in your name OH great Wombat.

Mithil, Fluteria, & The Orc Next Door

“They are insane.”  Mithil said this flatly to her friend.

Fluteria expanded and lumbered about and gave Mithil a quizzical look.

“Yes, the orc!  Blue too!  Without a thought they invite him to fight with us.  Is he going to stand guard when we sleep?”

Fluteria whizzed about, as if attacking something with great force.

“I’m sure he’s a fine fighter and I do not have anything against orcs, not all orcs….. except their smell and, oh good Gods did this one smell?”

Fluteria hovered in front of Mithil’s eyes, crinkling her eyes to express confusion.

“I’m not getting close enough to actually smell the thing but you saw it.  It’s blue!   And so, fat!”

Fluteria settled down into Mithil’s palm, radiating disappointment.

“I do not understand Flute, what’s wrong?”

Flute turned up both wings to show many colors, one of which was blue.

“No, no, I’m not judging him because he is blue.  Your wings are gorgeous.  Your colors are vibrant.”

Fluteria rolled her eyes, chittering, “yes, I’m beautiful but Mithil…….”  She looked so sad.

“What?! This is a stinking orc and they let him join us, sleep near us, when he could do who knows what, without asking a question!  I’ll say it again:  They.  Are.  Freaking.  Insane!!!”

Fluteria looked at her blankly, chittering with disappointment, “you are..”

“Don’t say it, Flute!”

Fluteria shrugged, to say, “but it’s true.”

“I am not a speciest!  I find beauty in all living things.”  Mithil looked doubtfully at the thin wall of the room through which the rumble of the orc’s snoring could be heard, “Really I do, even that lumbering, stupid, meat sack.  It is keeping us awake again!”

Fluteria moved closer, “He is keeping us awake…. He is a person, like me, even if not your species.”

“Oh for Pelor’s sake, Flute!  I love butterflies.  I’ve always found them beautiful and we were drawn to each other! This is different.”

Fluteria fluttered off, her dance intricate and Mithil struggled to keep up.

“Yes, I see, relationships are what give value to all things, of course, that is basic, but some species in this world are naturally evil, Flute!  And some, like those dragons will kill you!”

Fluteria zoomed close, zigging to say, “oh no, you don’t!  You are ignoring the point of my dance when you know better.”  The butterfly gave Mithil's nose a feathery bop on the nose in admonishment and Mithil actually blushed.

“Okay.  Okay.  If I can hate an orc for being an orc, then, some other person, a truly insane person who does not see your beauty, could hate you for being a butterfly.   But….”

The creature fluttered against Mithil’s lips, shushing her.  She looked so sad as she chittered and said without dance, “no buts, defend yourself and us from violence but you cannot hate and keep me.  You have only seen the barest hint of its soul.  What is it like with its family?  Has it loved?  Does it value loyalty?”

Mithil bit her lip to keep from correcting the butterfly’s indefinite use of pronouns. 

The butterfly began slapping Mithil’s face with her wings, “You do not know any of these things!”

Mithil tried again, “but..”

“No buts Mithil….,” and the creature resumed its flight, dancing something which was so tightly drawn to show the connection between Wizard and familiar.  The dance shifted and Mithil saw the connection which was broader, more meaningful than that, the love they had for each other.  The dance ended with Fluteria hovering before Mithil’s eyes with a question.

A tear leaked down Mithil's cheek, “is this natural?  I do not know Fluteria and…” her agile mind anticipated the next question, “I know many would say it is not and that maybe the orc too is capable of more than is natural between his kind and ours.”

Mithil looked over at the thin wall which was now literally vibrating from the explosions of snoring and concussive digestive events, “but, Flute, you stay away.  That thing… that, okay, that, person… who happens to be blue and incredibly fat…. will eat anything.  He would snack on you for a hor d’oeuvre.”

Fluteria actually laughed and strafed Mithil’s face with little wing kisses, the last brushing Mithil’s long eye lashes.  She chittered, “I’ll keep my distance.  No fool came out my cocoon!”

“Alright then, silly insect activist, let’s try to sleep.”  The orc had apparently awakened and was lumbering towards the privy to relieve himself.

Mithil muttered, “oh lovely,” and shifted down into her bed, inviting Fluteria to come into the sleeping pouch.  Five minutes later the two of them shook with laughter as the orc made its way back to its own orc-sized bed.  

Mithil set off a cantrip and the subtle smell of pine filled their room.

RTEL ECL 5 : Duskblade 3 , Fact 1, Warblade 1 Entry # 7

Thanks be to the Wombat for letting us get out of there with our clothes on and not having those taxed off in the town too. There's less non-sense/ taxation in a Necropolis than Verbobanc. Man, the welcome committee was ignorant towards a detect evil  spell of an ex slave goblin. Patting down everything with spells of item visualizing worth , persecuting the persecuted not understanding that being forced into slavery or on a bad season one can have done some evil thing in the name of vengeance or being forced to. Doesn't mean that they were bad their whole life, another reason I don't care for paladins of the light / lawful deities. Sometimes as my great grandfather Icelus the first and Arch dreadlord death knight said " The worst monsters hide in the light boy, I learned that traveling on my first adventure.Auras don't giveaway everything bout a person. Now go train with the Valikhars and feed the Morghs once you've sweated blood" (Sweated blood train real hard)

In result we left the ghaele with the goblin and Partang looking after the goblin and the cart. To also dodge another hefty ridiculous tax. With all of our equipment in hand loaded with town rules of don t do this that were overtop and under certain circumstances , such as... Getting jumped or wanting to move faster for convenience ,ooh if ya defend yourself or hurry to do thingswith haste and stuff the hammer of the law may strike down on you. Sight , moving along trying to get to the swordsmith and other bazaar to trade for the equipment we've gathered along our journey Mithil got ambushed in the street of this such "safe place ." Two assassins seemed pretty pro as they put a bloodied beating on her(Jacked up real hard/bad lol) conflicted about using her full magical might I told em" It 's their rules or your lives fools , do the math !"
Then I started swinging in the alley . The group regathered in a valiant formation of epic alley brawl to save our isolated wizard. After enough beating, the scums fled the cleric knocking one of them silly face front eating the concrete with a bolt. Of course RIGHT after that last blow and another assailant leaving the guard show up before we could loot to find out who they were. Damn it! If they put half the energy towards all that non sense of shakedown at the front gate holding goblins hostages and put some of those taxes towards inward security maybe there wouldn't random jumpings nearby a public square. After a little investigation and two weeks in waiting for our magical / exotic weapon: Cruising the temples, the Jerking bone , multiple hotels , and many paranoid nights slept with one eye open. After being relieved of our cash from the stores and the second taxation leaving town we left to Ralor hoping never to come here again. Teleporting on the road outside this beaten little hole we came across this guy telling us a little about the town. Being nearby ork village and it's scouch or soch whatever this mushroom does to you is a speciality of here. I thought ,oh damn , a town of stoners great, where they don t do shit . Guess we ll see. Knowing that this' ll be a diplomatic tool I bought a few mushroom to share with the natives to open up and get some info about the temple.  Hearing about someone of importance house we headed there to open the door to find and drag out some stoned guy we went upstairs to find some folks ready to partake in more of the paraphernalia ... And here we go for Another round.

May the Wombat guide me through the ignorance of this land ,the stoners the charlatans, the fiends, the overzealous , all great and weak in between that get in my path of glory. So before their sending to the wombat they may see the light of the errors of their ways. I sense the oozing of much  blood grandiose fights   ,premonition maybe!? But in all and all the wombat shall be pleased with the prizes of my triumph for him the blood of my enemies, the enlightenment of the fools in this life or thereafter being sent to the true One; the Wombat !