Okay, so we left off in the sewers. Next thing you know I’m chatting up a couple cranky gators and saving the day for anyone who didn’t want to fight off slimy scaly things in a sewer puddle. Yay! After that we encountered a fairly sophisticated trap room. I made it across safe, although I wonder had I eaten more today if things would have ended the same. Then the group (who clearly couldn’t hear me from across the trap, and were left to figure it out without the aid of my cunning) spent some time working out a way to get across. Oh my self, we’ve seen some crazy stuff on this adventure so far, but I was not ready for the group to find a naked half-orc…ew. This dude was pretty helpful though, and ended up pretty much making up for all the work I couldn’t do in a fight that happened shortly afterwards, thank goodness for backup. I’m not sure what it was about the undead kobolds we encountered (gross, right?!) but I could not pull it together, and was grateful for the help even if it was from some creepy tall guy.
After we finished that mess it was on to the next trap. Next time I go around in the sewers remind me to bring more booze, I was so sober I couldn’t even walk straight. After several failed attempts on my part to get to the other side we finally had to call in the ninja. A girl can only break her face so many times before it stays that way for good. Luckily little miss stealth made it across the trap and provided us all with safe passage. What someone does with that kind of good fortune is in their own hands though, right? I’m glad you agree because I made a poor choice right after having my butt saved that could have killed us all.
It’s not my fault, it’s kind of in my blood (my family were huge on foraging) but we maaaaaay have gotten into a spot of trouble with some mushrooms. There was this cave, see, and in it there were just SO MANY
good looking little fungi… what’s a girl to do, just walk away? I had to get some. Luckily the group seemed interested enough to follow me for the most part, and so I wasn’t murdered by the giant blob that awaited me, like I should have been. After expertly dispatching of MR. Squish Pants, we finally sorted out a way out of those damn sewers.
I think I had been denied the smell of fresh air for so long, it became a whole new experience all on its own. We set up camp for a while and I enjoyed some of my mushrooms and took a rest. When I woke up I thought for a minute I had forgotten to have my pre-bedtime drink. I was just so tired and awful feeling. This little lady caught some mushroom rot, yuck. Luckily there was a small roaming market nearby so the group took some time to make ourselves more presentable and made our way into ‘town’ to replenish supplies and try and find me some help.
In the market my newest bff (Tall, light, and hammer guy) tried his best to help me plea with a merchant for some meds, but to no avail. Upon seeing our frustration, the half-orc (he’s pretty okay… I guess) tried scaring the man out of his goods. The poor little guy packed up and hid, so I decided to go grab a drink and call it a night.
The next morning I woke up feeling so good! There’s nothing quite like being ill to make you realize how much you enjoy good health. ON our way out of the market we overheard a small scuffle, and of course, half the group couldn’t help but go check it out. I’m still a bit confused but there was a disagreement between an old man and some thugs, so it had to be broken up. The great thing about getting rest is it makes you so much more battle ready. I kicked butt! …Or maybe face and knee-cap, either way it was awesome. After the fight we had a little chat with gramps and got some intel and neat stuff. Now it’s on to the wild again to try and find this silly orb. I’m sure it can’t get too much worse from here, right?