We
needed to rest after the cannibals jumped us. We were lucky to survive that,
just reinforces that it was an idiot idea to come to the cannibals known
grounds to ‘surprise’ them. We should have stuck to plan and suckered them to
the fungal isle. What can I do though when I am travelling with bigger suckers
than mindless cannibals?
After
some argument with the paladin I got to pearl dive, pretty sure in a day I
could have scoured the whole bed but it seems this island warps reality and I
only scratched its surface. What was worse I found nothing despite being able
to do more in TEN solid hours than a couple cannibals could have done without
water breathing in a hundred dives. At least the witch got to learn some spells
and the real oracle could regain his healings.
The paladins really quite
selfish, as a warrior he has little need for rest, taxes others buffs and
healings then hordes all his healing for himself and then tries to hustle
others who are low on spells on his account – still think he could be working
for the enemy. It has to be than as surely no one could be that selfish or
stupid. Then again he might just be insane – he goes on and on about monkeys,
seems quite obsessed, then tries to infer we have some monkey fetish.
He refuses to engage in the
needed moral debate that has to accompany any attempts at religious guidance or
conversion despite often mumbling to himself that he wants to save us. I’d
trust my soul with the witch more than with him, she at least is upfront and
true. For the paladin, though he
grovels well to iomede, there is probably a world of religious confusion in
that young mammals head- I hear was kneecapped and left for dead by the ever ornery
cinderlander, saved to be blessed as a lore oracle of all things by abadar,
iori, and nethys only to take their gift falsely, turn his back and spurn them only
to embrace iomede. But not her holy symbol, for he instead uses the hammer and
scorns the sword. Really seems like a character that cannot be trusted, just
out to further himself at all costs just paying the lip service required. I
have to admit many of my compatriots of the bardic persuasion have pondered the
blessing it would be to be blessed as a lore oracle, turn our back and engage
in the bardic arts. Traditionally we are cut from a chaotic cloth but even then
I don’t think I could bring myself to spit on the blessings of the gods its far
less an insult to just dismiss them all when not chosen.
Meh. At least he now does funeral rites and I don’t have to sully the name of
kukri with the souls of the worthless. Yet even that I don’t quite get. I put a
butchers child to rest in the name of kukri. He puts murderous savages to rest
in the name of his god. I have to wonder why you would do last rites to evil
people in the name of your god.. surely that’s taking ownership or some sort of
responsibility for those souls.. and thus their evil it might even be stealing
them from another god, ripping those should from their freewill and choices in
life. I cannot imagine a more deamonic act. I will have to ponder this further
I have been focusing on my racial memories and in time I am sure all knowledge
shall bloom in my head.
We passed the dryad my searching methodology had found and then made our
way to the village. I believe this to be a bad move and pre-emptive but I
cannot hold these cretins back. Even ron who normally has a good grasp of these
things is impatient and seems to be purposefully flicking branches in my face
the more I insist we go cross country. I have moved to the front again, dodging
branches is tedious sport even for someone as obsessive as me, as I suspected
the cannibal paths were trapped. Further a giant lizard with a putrid smelling
mouth jumped us. Nothing I couldn’t handle. We found huts with skeletons that
dorian soon blasted and the unfortunate remains of the poor lady ron harassed
and insulted away from our initial camp. It saddens me more that he seems
unwilling to morn her and admit to his part in her demise. We found a pot with
bits of people in it, the hag tasted it .. I have to say it smelt nice but I
cannot reveal my serpentine hand just yet. Best they think I a omnivorous a
sexual creature for then their throats and their women will be less protected.
I burnt all the offensive things. We then explored the tower and found
some women, both ron and dorian wanted to try and convert them but the paladin
would have none of it and instead we imprisoned them in the butcher pits of the
cannibals, he wouldn’t even let us feed them anything but woody plant matter.
The witch levitated up to the top of the light house and returned with news
that a bronze dish and everything was set up and that we could probably get it
all working with relative ease. From up there she also spotted a covered pit we
had all somehow wandered past and missed.
We climbed down only to be assailed by more undead travesties. After
searching the alcoves they had hidden in I found some telling script that one
of these was likely our once captain and that the woman with him was behind our
shipwreck and is some kind of serpentine abomination. On further exploration we
found a wondrous and gorgeous serpent folk temple. I had never felt so
complete, exploring ruins, finding evidence that we once ruled all. So much
lost it is such a shame what greed and falsity do to even the greatest of
races. As we descended further we came across the den of a creature her minions
called mother.
I formulated a quick yet sound battle strategy where we were to hold at a fork so
we could attack and heal ourselves from two directions while they had to engage
us one at a time. Those idiots didn’t listen and as was obvious from the start
it turned to shambles. The mother was amazingly stealthy and quick on her feet
and worst seemed to target me as priority. As all things faded I ssmirked for I
knew with me gone the mammalss would fall.
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