Hey! Had a blast last evening, so I wrote some quick journal entries into Herolab. Don’t ask how and when he wrote anything. It’s a super-intelligent carnie-elf thing.
Edmund Aelvson
Adventure: Date (game world): 0000/00/00; Date (real world): 2013/05/25
XP Reward: 0 XP; Net Cash: 78 GP
Arrived at the Magic Sanctorum. Confusion seems to be the word of the day, as I couldn’t get one straight explanation from the locals – apparently they were expecting me, greeting me by name and everything.
And then an obviously senile wizard gave me a magical artifact lock-key thing, except he didn’t actually want to do that, being under a charm spell of some sort. A fellow appeared making all sorts of wild claims that were, by and large, nonsensical, but it ultimately sums up as ‘I tricked you into this because I think you can’t do it so as to achieve my evil master plan, insert evil laughter here’. It all seems rather tedious, but with the disgraceful state of this place I doubt I could actually learn anything I’d care to know here and now I really don’t have anything better to do. At least I managed to get some spending money and a horse out of the arrangement.
While I was just going to leave and be about my own business like the sensible man I am, apparently they had an entire assemblage of people on the line just waiting to perform whatever duty I’m now supposed to carry. A gnome girl who turned out to be a holy warrior, complete with a war-dog and everything, her halfling travel companion who keeps a pet rat and some sort of Ranger-Druid tag team. They all seem like perfectly nice people, but also quite confused about this whole business.
I swear, if this is just some inane test to get into this school, I’m burning down their roof.
Adventure: Date (game world): 0000/00/00; Date (real world): 2013/05/25
XP Reward: 0 XP; Net Cash:
Well, speaking of burning down roofs. Perhaps I was a bit rash with that remark, as the whole thing exploded shortly after I formulated my last entry. Just like that.
Plus, there was a angry wind spirit thing. Elemental? One of those. It was pretty neat, except for the part where it tried to kill us. Luckily, I had the entire situation under control and quite heroically stood my ground as that ranger fellow smashed it to pieces. Still not certain how you cut the wind with a sword, but I’m sure I can write a thesis on it someday. Perhaps the violent cutting motion and/or intent disperses the animating spirit?
Does that mean it might reform later, or that it’s banished to the Elemental Plane? I don’t plan on sticking around to find out!