@rogueactive 8 months, 3 weeks ago
P3T3. Is. MINE.
That idiotic little Steward boy isn’t getting him. Not for all the hideous rocks on the planet.
I will smoosh that @warlock with P3T3’s giant feet if I have to.
Also, that knight though… hot, not smart. But dayum, pretty hot.
Razia. Not a complete disaster, but mostly so.
@paladin is… well he’s an idiot. Did he really think he could surprise draft us into the bloody freaking army? Sure, there’s certainly treasure inside that fortress worth stealing. And a trove of secrets worth overhearing. Indeed, my greed nearly aligned me with his mission. Thank the Gods…[Read more]
Days 6 -7
It’s been a rough couple days, truth be told.
Found a creepy little girl in the woods singing some demonic song… turns out she was a creepy demon. I’ve never trusted children. They disarm you with their charming smiles and dopey eyes, then go off and poke dead things with sticks and torture kittens. Anyway, while rather easily…[Read more]
While gathering firewood, Torin and I stumbled upon a… perculiar… traveling merchant. He had things, and he was very protective of them, but wouldn’t let us look. Long story short, the freak licked my face, told us a riddle, and then ROBBED US in the night.
I know it was that bat shit crazy little skeeze because he left a trail of…[Read more]
That Paladin. What a deceptive little shit. I knew there was something I liked about him.
Blood Hunter’s got daddy issues. Don’t we all.
Erudite. Despite myself, I’m inclined to trust him. A little weird… ok, he’s bat shit crazy. But unlike our “Paladin,” I don’t think he’s hiding anything…
I no longer feel any remorse at the loss…[Read more]
Day 2 – 3
The box is no longer an issue, let’s put it that way. I’m a professional, we’ll keep it at that.
We made it to the creepy town in the woods, escorted by a half orc and his band of merry mercenaries. Nice folk.
Of course, my band of merry freaking do-gooders took the front gates into town and got our weapons confiscated, along with…[Read more]
Somehow I find myself in the debt of a barkeep for the sake of rations enough to travel into the forest with these… people. The cost – some stupid box that damn High Elf wont let out of her sight.
The Voiceless Ones, to top it off, have decided to mistrust me. ME? Granted, I have every intention of pursuing every avenue…[Read more]