The Sound of Gold - Wil Frozendagger - 03.11.20
Nov 5, 2020 18:13:37 GMT
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Post by Wil Frozendagger on Nov 5, 2020 18:13:37 GMT
15th entry in the journal of Wil Frozendagger
It has been a long 7 months, dear reader. You are already aware of my present contract and I was called away for duties far below the seas of this land. I will elaborate on the full details at some point but just know that it was a bunch of tedium really. Moving some artifacts, unearthing some ruins, moving some sahuagin along, by force if necessary (very often necessary). A whole bunch of BS or 'a grand design' as the slimy fuck would probably call it. Starting to think he just anticipated the second war and pulled me out of there before I went staking my life again. I hate how he can read you like a fucking book sometimes. Anyway, this one isn't philosophy or whatever, it's practical advice.
1. Vague jobs will give you more than you bargained for.
2. Don't go fighting fights you don't have to. Don't go throwing your life away for nothing.
3. If you see weird people who smell of sulphur trying to get you to go somewhere else and there's a thread coming off them, it's a memory eating slime, burn it and hit it with all the magic you have.
I say this because 'dealing with evil underneath Kundar' turned into being face to face with a fuck-off large corrupted copper dragon, which we distracted long enough with gold to avoid and running into yet another of those slime fuckers. Just my goddamn luck. All new company too, a pretty cool but clumsy tiefling, a dragonborn light cleric of some kind, this fucking weird and kinda annoying necromancer gnome, some kind of potion obsessed wizard and yet another bard who is just a little too up themselves for their own good.
Don't attempt noble sacrifice with these adventurer types cos they never get the message and suddenly you're attempting small talk with a being that could crush you in a second while trying to make sure literal evil ooze (yeah, like fluids of nefarious intent) from getting all over them. Glad we didn't find out what happens either cos I do not want to know what I become like when that stuff gets on me.
And again that third point; memory ooze thing, it pretends it's people to lure you to it so it can eat your memories. And again, burn it. Like torch the motherfucker like it's a funeral pyre. Seriously.
Again, not much of an entry, left a fucked up dragon under the city but that ain't my fight. Remember that. Remember what's important.
I'm back. It's time to get back to business.
Forever are we glorious,
Wil Frozendagger
It has been a long 7 months, dear reader. You are already aware of my present contract and I was called away for duties far below the seas of this land. I will elaborate on the full details at some point but just know that it was a bunch of tedium really. Moving some artifacts, unearthing some ruins, moving some sahuagin along, by force if necessary (very often necessary). A whole bunch of BS or 'a grand design' as the slimy fuck would probably call it. Starting to think he just anticipated the second war and pulled me out of there before I went staking my life again. I hate how he can read you like a fucking book sometimes. Anyway, this one isn't philosophy or whatever, it's practical advice.
1. Vague jobs will give you more than you bargained for.
2. Don't go fighting fights you don't have to. Don't go throwing your life away for nothing.
3. If you see weird people who smell of sulphur trying to get you to go somewhere else and there's a thread coming off them, it's a memory eating slime, burn it and hit it with all the magic you have.
I say this because 'dealing with evil underneath Kundar' turned into being face to face with a fuck-off large corrupted copper dragon, which we distracted long enough with gold to avoid and running into yet another of those slime fuckers. Just my goddamn luck. All new company too, a pretty cool but clumsy tiefling, a dragonborn light cleric of some kind, this fucking weird and kinda annoying necromancer gnome, some kind of potion obsessed wizard and yet another bard who is just a little too up themselves for their own good.
Don't attempt noble sacrifice with these adventurer types cos they never get the message and suddenly you're attempting small talk with a being that could crush you in a second while trying to make sure literal evil ooze (yeah, like fluids of nefarious intent) from getting all over them. Glad we didn't find out what happens either cos I do not want to know what I become like when that stuff gets on me.
And again that third point; memory ooze thing, it pretends it's people to lure you to it so it can eat your memories. And again, burn it. Like torch the motherfucker like it's a funeral pyre. Seriously.
Again, not much of an entry, left a fucked up dragon under the city but that ain't my fight. Remember that. Remember what's important.
I'm back. It's time to get back to business.
Forever are we glorious,
Wil Frozendagger
