Post by carlosdosbrickos on Oct 6, 2023 14:38:06 GMT
The Journal of Arilian Evensong, entry 33
Diary mine, my companions on the mission against the Cult of the Hairy Boar’s Arse (or whatever those fanatics called themselves) have informed me that even by staying in the squalor of Daring Heights’ miserable Hung Rabbit, I am being fleeced. And so, at their suggestion, I have made the gruelling trip to Fort Ettin (my poor boots! My poor feet!), where they have informed me that lodgings are provided to daring adventurers such as myself at preferential rates. Though to be frank, the upgrade to the bunks of Fort Ettin is not dissimilar to stoning being commuted to beheading.
And yet, when all is said and done, and bedbugs notwithstanding, I do feel a modicum more peace in this place. The adventurers I share my rude lodgings with are bluff and uncouth lot, in the main, but for some inexplicable reason I find a smile tugging at my lips at their tall tales and outrageous braggadocio. For the first time in a long time, I find myself momentarily free of the crushing weight of the humiliation piled upon me; I find myself with space to breath.
I suspect I’ve probably gone into shock.
[Travel from DH to FE: 1 Light DTA]
[Modest living at FE: cost 14SP]
[Relaxation: Light DTA, +1 to next saving throw]
Diary mine, my companions on the mission against the Cult of the Hairy Boar’s Arse (or whatever those fanatics called themselves) have informed me that even by staying in the squalor of Daring Heights’ miserable Hung Rabbit, I am being fleeced. And so, at their suggestion, I have made the gruelling trip to Fort Ettin (my poor boots! My poor feet!), where they have informed me that lodgings are provided to daring adventurers such as myself at preferential rates. Though to be frank, the upgrade to the bunks of Fort Ettin is not dissimilar to stoning being commuted to beheading.
And yet, when all is said and done, and bedbugs notwithstanding, I do feel a modicum more peace in this place. The adventurers I share my rude lodgings with are bluff and uncouth lot, in the main, but for some inexplicable reason I find a smile tugging at my lips at their tall tales and outrageous braggadocio. For the first time in a long time, I find myself momentarily free of the crushing weight of the humiliation piled upon me; I find myself with space to breath.
I suspect I’ve probably gone into shock.
[Travel from DH to FE: 1 Light DTA]
[Modest living at FE: cost 14SP]
[Relaxation: Light DTA, +1 to next saving throw]