Well, I finally left the old group. They weren’t going anywhere soon, and I am NOT
Bleaching yet. Got off the boat and headed straight for the Singing Siren, I couldn’t wait to get some sweet liquid fabulous and Sweaty Pete delivered. Scraped up some coin, met some friendly people, and had an all around good time. My memory gets a bit fuzzy after that but luckily it seems instinct took control. I am under the impression we got in a scuffle as the next thing I know, one of the tall folk that I met up and grouped with was reaching for his hold your breath because this is awesome
!! Awww yeah!!
One can generally tell a lot about a persons character and judgement by their weapon of choice, and those who fight with hammers are clearly winners. I’m also with a quiet sneaky girl, some crazy book nerd, a sorcerer, and a bow slinger. Woooooo…
Next thing I know, we’re walking down a ladder into a sewer after what sounded like a pretty awesome bar fight, we kicked butt of course. Oh! There was also this room with this pissed of urchin guy, I totally stole some goop… wonder if it’s alcoholic?
After that it was further down into the sewers. I’ve seen my fair share of waste disposal tracks but seriously, yuck. I think I’ll be picking new flavors out of my teeth for weeks so no Bleaching anytime soon for this girl, hurray?
Luckily we escaped for now. I’ll be getting some much needed rest. Tomorrow’s a new day, livin’ large folks.
: Nope, no rest for the wicked. The sneaky girl, I’ll call her Boom Chicka, woke us up during her watch. Crazay goo every where!! Naturally it got it’s weird gooey face smashed in so all is well. Once we’re out of here I think I will need an extra drink, on Boom Chicka. Wish me luck!