Friday, October 25, 2013

Session 19 Summary

Recovering from the demon fight, the group split up the loot from the dead pathfinders and the necromancer and rest overnight, identifying the war mask of terror in the morning.

Seven days of marching later, and the group is almost clear of the screaming jungle when they are attacked by a viscous band of three savage, native, filthy, smelly gnomes, one of which had a bell.  After defeating the sometimes giant sized gnomes, another five days of marching had the party out of the jungle and approaching the point where they need to leave the river and head west.  Getting close to their destination.

As the river broadened out, the party heard and then saw four beautiful native women bathing.  Propositions were made, Ron and Dorian moved off with a pair each and then the fight occurred.  One of the women was actually a succubus who toyed with the group, especially Dorian for a while before leaving.  The three dominated native women were all knocked out in the fight.  One bled out, but the other two seem to be stable...


 
xp
Dorian Szraiel Helga Ron AJ
Start
22749 24199 22849 24699 23299







Journal
0 250 0 0 0
Gnomes
480 480 480 480 480
Native Women
480 480 480 480 480
Succubus
320 320 320 320 320























24029 25729 24129 25979 24579

Mask




Or maybe:
 

19. Szraiels ‘Notes aboot Notin’

So after we took out the necromancer we camped a day. Ron and Helga drunk some of the necromancers blood to get some spells, freaks, ever since that paladin piked out and quit it’s just getting worse. Bloody whinging quitters! Think Helgas convinced Ron to follow her evil tempered with good philosophy!! The necromancer had blindness, good that didn’t get one of us, that’s a permanent thing – don’t even think Dorian could fix it.

We identified a weak natural armour amulet the hammer guy took and a mask we gave to Ron – not sure he likes it but it deflects attacks, is pretty intimidating and can scare people as strong as us. He might have to wear it on the back of his head when he bites - though that might be a good thing – i read about tiger problems in the Sundarbans once. Apparently masks on the back of the head prevent attacks from ambush predators.

http://www.nytimes.com/1989/09/05/science/face-masks-fool-the-bengal-tigers.html

We kept travelling the next day, and the days following, eventually getting out of the filthy screechy jungle but not before three gnomes with halberds attacked us one evening. They were sneaking up when Ron noticed them and I immediately cast heroism and was surprised when he didn’t inject himself.

We passively waited till they got to 60ft when one struck a bell that assailed our minds with a suggestion. Helga, faster than I ever saw her act, froze the bell holder while the other two fanned out, approached and enbiggened themselves. Ron approached the held/bell one dreamily but shook himself free from the suggestion before walking between the giants. The hammer guy was not as strong and he was axed twice as he walked between the two giants to the held bell user.

While Dorian kept trying to get the giants to attack each other, Helga hexed, and Ron stood around inexplicably buffing without a care the hammer guy was hacked down by the giants! At least I managed to decapitate the held one before he shook Helgas spell off.

Dorian tried to stop the hammer guy from bleeding out but it seemed he was truly gone. At least Ron got motivated and between us, Dorians eventual success at getting them to attack each other and Helgas ear shattering scream we prevailed.

We eventually got the hammer guy up, but it seems we missed some pieces; he now has a horrible wheeze and is fatigued constantly. Hopefully it means he will stop bitching all the time at least.

The next day while pottering along we heard some feminine giggles, splashes and laughter - suspicious we started to sneak up. Unfortunately the hammer guy started to loudly whine about natives bathing, alas his bitching has not stopped, our position now compromised we approached openly after buffing. There were four VERY attractive ladies bathing who covered themselves then beckoned us to join them. Ron, the hammer guy and Dorian were keen. Dorian though, as suspicious as the rest of us, detected magic on them. It seems though they all had magics on them. Rons urgings and Dorians own lascivious desire got the better of him and he decided their just ‘so gorgeous its magic’ propositioned them. They wanted to go back to their hut but Dorian said if they want ‘it’ it has to be here and now and doggy so they cannot pull any kissing nonsense! They didn’t like the audience so two took Ron behind some bushes and two took Dorian behind some others. As I snuck off to follow Ron Helga dismounted to stretch and wait and give his horse rest while the hammer guy stayed on his poor mount.

I figured they would keep an eye on Dorian.. I snuck up on Ron and the two natives. It seems Ron might have had some impotence problems but to remedy them he announced his high perception with pride and that I should not watch. This uncharacteristically stupid act along with his bizarre sudden care for people watching meant I was made and had to withdraw. Even though a snake as a man I could not quit on a companion so snuck back. This time Ron didn’t announce my presence though seemed bitter that I was there.

Things didn’t get too far along before I heard a boom from Dorians direction and at the same time the two sluts on Ron stepped back, drew blowguns from someplace and pinned him. I moved up and hacked one down while Ron struggled with the poison, at one point he froze up but I gallantly inspired him to ‘harden up princess’ and he shook it off.

The other ran towards her friends. At one of the other sluts was blind and stunned thanks to Helga but still it seemed they were struggling. Dorian was telling the others not to attack the hot chicks and Helga had a needle sticking out of her. Worse the hammer guy was whining that we should all give up because the main slut was resistant to damage. Seems he went to the same warrior school as the quitter paladin. I pointed out most warriors can do some damage to resistant things and just as using a weapon 2H precludes 2 weapons and is only a crazies cause for complaint, instead of complaining sometimes 2 weapons have to be swapped for one. This apparently blew his mind and he complained and whined even louder about how I think I am better or something..utterly utterly bizarre!  At least his horse was useful and killed the blind and stunned slut after he missed.

As he rambled I went about my business almost hacking down the remaining human slut while Dorian told us to stop. Unfortunately it seemed the battle had not turned when the tough chick told Helga to step into Rons stinky cloud.

Though she walked out unsickened the hammer guy was now trying to stop Rons slow advance to the fight (after some more buffing)but his horse at least finished of the slut I had severely hurt. Dorian had snapped out and was healing us while I not being a whining quitter and being able to alter my strategy went to get Rons morningstar figuring sooner or later I could lay her low if I showed some courage and persistence.

I was confident that even not being a committed warrior, resistant or not, I would eventually lay her low despite her showing her true horned and winged form. Unfortunately as I damaged the resistant slut she drained Dorian and got tougher. As I healed him Ron attacked with Helga. It took ages with her draining horses, grappling and kissing. She was immune to poison, could fly (and was immune to fire bombs but not my arrows or Dorians spiritual daggers) and could keep coming up and draining others when hurt. Even when the hammer guy snapped out of it and critically hit her (after using the super secret 2 hands on 1 weapon technique only ‘better’ people know lol) she managed to keep draining and going.

Though loath to do so in the face of trained expert warriors that presumable are taught tactical flexibility I decided to grapple. Though poor at it hopefully it would stop the incessant escapes and spell abilities. Even though I failed she said I was no fun and teleported away. Bitch. Unfortunately none of the hot sluts survived having bled out and reverted to a less hot (but hot) form on death.

Eight day have passed since the necromancer encounter. Man this treck is more boring that island ever was!

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Session 18 Summary

The group found an enraged hippo on some mudflats just as they were about to enter the screaming jungle, killed it and immediately started carving it up into 10 kg steaks.  Apparently it was almost indistinguishable form beef steak, but very cheap in the region.

The three lizard folk who caused the beast to charge and attack escaped.

The irritating screaming jungle, filled with potential (if shaved) mates for Dorian, proved to be relatively uninteresting, until a group of bodies (from the pathfinder society) was stumbled upon.  The cause of the bodies immediately made its presence felt, and a dire ape was defeated by the group, leading to the evacuation of the body by an insubstantial demon which the party was barely able to banish back to the deeper regions of hell.

The journey continues, until signs of travelers are found, leading off the trail to a recently opened burial mound where the group defeat an undead and an incredibly ineffective human who is apparently ripe for a little diablorie.


xp
Dorian Szraiel Helga Ron AJ
Start
20989 22439 21089 22439 21539







Journal
0 0 0 500 0
Hippo
320 320 320 320 320
Demon
640 640 640 640 640
Dire Ape
160 160 160 160 160
Zombie Troll
160 160 160 160 160
Necromancer
480 480 480 480 480









22749 24199 22849 24699 23299

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Therapy Session of Ron Plunderman #11


Doctor Monroe tapped his pen lightly on his notebook as he observed Ron acting his usual evasive self.

“Come on Ron, “ said the doctor in a calm voice, “You promised you would talk about your mother.”

However Ron shook his head. “Sorry doc, I don’t remember that.”

“Yes you do” the doctor quickly replied “Don’t tell tales.”

Ron sighed, his resistance was mostly passive and overall he seemed a little flat. “I don’t feel like it. It’s too early today.”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon Ron. Come on, out with it.”

Ron yawned. “Can’t we talk about my adventuring, like the journey to the ruins.”

The doctor shook his head. “I’ve already heard it Ron. At the moment I don’t want to hear anymore about your whoring, golden showers or monster slaying.”

“What about the ghost demon…”

“No.” said the doctor.

“The time I almost got eaten by a hippo …”

“No.” said the doctor again.

“I haven’t told you much about AJ…”

“No.” said the doctor. “I don’t want to hear about your racist friend. I want you to honor your promise and tell me about your mother.”

Ron sighed again. “Fine. As I said she was a whore bag slut.”

“I need more than that” said the doctor.

“She ran a whorehouse, or a Bordello as she called it.”

The doctor nodded and wrote something down.

“So you were raised in her … Bordello?”

Ron nodded.

“What was that like?”

Ron grinned. “Awesome got to see heaps of tits and vaginas”

The doctor gave Ron one of his stern looks then said. “Be serious. So what was your mother like?”

Ron shrugged “Like a head whore bag slut of whore bag sluts.”

The doctor continued to give a Ron a stern look. “Enough of that language Ron. What was she like as a person?”

Ron shifted uncomfortable. “What do you think? She was in charge of a house full of sluts.”

“That must have been hard. Were there any male figures around?”

“Of course there were. Who do you think paid for the whores?...”, Ron’s voice trailed off, then he began to snigger. “Though sometimes girls paid for them. That was awesome.”

The doctor ignored Ron’s last comment and asked, “I know that Ron. I meant male figures that worked in the Bordello.”

“Oh. “ said Ron. “Half-orc guards. Lucky bastards.”

“Okay Ron, but did you spend any time with any of the male figures. A father figure perhaps.”

“I don’t know who my bloody father is!” Ron snapped.

“Yes Ron, but that isn’t what I asked. Did you spend any time with the half-orc body guards.”

“Of course I did, they lived in the same house.”

The doctor sighed. “Stop being so obtuse Ron. You know what I’m asking.”

“Yeah yeah, “ replied Ron. “yeah sure they were okay but no father figures.”

“What about the other prostitutes?  Where any of them your friends.”

Ron shook his head vigously. “Prostitutes aren’t friends. Mother kept telling me that. Don’t talk to the whore’s she always said.”

The doctor immediately started writing something down. “And did you?”

Ron hestitated for a bit then said. “Yeah. I used to … but I soon learnt better. Mother set me straight.”

“Oh? How?” asked the doctor.

“There was one I used to like, she was always nice to me.”

“How old were you?”

Ron thought for a second. “How should I know? I don’t even know how old I am now. Maybe five or six.”

“So what happened.”

“She beat me to hell and back, but what happened to the whore was worse. Mother cut up her face and threw her out.”

“Wow that’s a bit extreme. How did that make you feel?”

“Bloody hell.” Said Ron. “What do you think? The beating hurt of course.”

The doctor replied. “I meant how did you feel about what happening to the prostitute.”

“Mother said to get over it. She wasn’t worth much and hadn’t been making enough money. She then told me something I will always remember.”

“Oh” The doctor raised his eyebrows.

“She said ‘That all woman are whores, but prostitutes are the only honest woman. And that honest women are only good for one thing. And that wasn’t talking to or making friends with.’”

The doctor eagerly wrote some more notes down before suddenly stopping.

“Ron? I hope you are being honest with me?”

Ron growled. “You asked me about my mother so I’m telling you. She was a hard arse and taught me everything there is to know about the world.”

“I see.” Said the doctor. “It certainly explains your fixation with whore.”

“I’m not fixated.” Ron said defensively.

The doctor ignored his comment. “Ron has it ever occurred to you that your mother may have been wrong.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Wrong about what?”

“About the value of women, thousands of men have fulfilling lives with a loving wife and family.”

“Yeah right, “ Ron rebuffed. “Look at them and look at me. They can have their snotty lying slut and children leeching of them. I’m rich and powerful, can rip a man’s head off clean. Tell me Doc who do you think got the better deal.”

“Hmm.” Said the doctor. “I have a wife and children.”

Ron grunted. “Heh. Then you’ll know I’m right.”

“You really believe that?” The doctor pressed.

“Are you the one now on drugs? “ asked Ron. “Seriousily get a grip on reality.”

“Right.” The doctor jotted some more notes down.

“Well I guess that will do for today Ron. Thank you for that.”

Ron shrugged his shoulders as if it were nothing and started to get up.

“Oh one more question Ron. Just a little aside. Did you really not know what a golden shower is? After being brought up in whorehouse?”

Ron gave the doctor a spiteful look. “No. Never heard of it.”

Then he left the room making a hasty escape.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Session 17 Summary

We opened the session with a little gentle persuasion of an NPC assassin.  After carving a message in him and releasing him, it was shopping time, followed by spell learning.

The group moved on to the northern end of the lake, seeing local poor native villages.  After a day spent hunting the treasure (successfully) and some boasting after killing the beast of the lake's baby, the group celebrate with a party in the village, after which Ron was introduced to the concept of a golden shower.

The next day, the group moved on and were ambushed by a small group of natives.



xp
Dorian Szraiel Helga Ron Titus

Start
20029 21479 20129 21479 20579








1 Elasmasaurus 640 640 640 640 640
4 Native Rangers 320 320 320 320 320









End
20989 22439 21089 22439 21539

Therapy Session of Ron Plunderman #10


Ron lay back on the doctor’s couch with a gleeful expression. His eyes were glazed and distant and everything now and then he laughed to himself as if sharing a private joke.

Doctor Monroe seemed far from impressed.

Ron appeared to be oblivious to the doctor’s discontent. He held out his hand as if to touch something invisible and sniggered in delight. “Ahh pretty” Ron said as if caressing something.

The doctor kept quiet, instead choosing to patiently watch Ron.

“Lovely little pixie.” Ron smirked. “Half-naked and riding a unicorn too.”

The doctor wrote some notes down then finally spoke. “So you’ve really taken drugs now? Just to … well I’m not even sure why.”

Ron smiled. “Nope. no drugs. I’m not a junkie.”

“You’re still angry about our last session then?”

“Shhh, “ said Ron, “The sexy little pixie is trying to tell me something.”

“Ron, I feel I’m going backwards with you. This is not good.”

Ron shook his head in manner that suggested the doctor should be quiet. “No No. I’m afraid it would never fit.” Ron said addressing an empty spot in place.

The doctor sighed. “Ron that is quite enough. You cannot come to these sessions in this kind of state. You are clearly not in a sober state of mind.”

Ron pinched a tiny spec in pace. “Yes very firm.” He said.

The doctor moved as if to get out of his chair before halting and leaning forward. A thought had occurred to the doctor.

“So this is your fantasy Ron? Half-naked pixies? Hmmm.” The doctor started to scribble a substantial amount of notes.

Ron appeared to briefly break from his delirium to look at the doctor before turning his attention back to the invisible apparition. “That’s it take it off.”

The doctor began writing some more notes, this time he spoke aloud as he wrote. ”Feminine and borderline homosexual fantasies.”

The effect was instantaneous. “What the fuck?” said Ron.

The doctor looked at Ron. “I said borderline homosexual fantasies.” The doctor wrote something more. “Symbolism bordering on pedophilia.”

 

“What?” said Ron incredulously “it’s a fully GROWN FEMALE pixie.”

The doctor nodded. “As I said a homosexual fantasy bordering on pedophilia.”

Ron objected further, “What a load of bull. Why are you writing this shit down.”

The doctor placed his notebook abd said, "A pixie? Really? A fairy that little girls like to decorate their rooms with? I’m sorry Ron but that is very gay.”

Ron shook his head. ‘This was an adult one, a prostitute slut one. There’s nothing gay about that.’

The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry, no I disagree. Pixies are for girls. Pixies are also small, small like children. A clear representation of a child.”

Ron kept shaking his head. “This is a very unchild-like naked pixie. This isn’t some poofter girl fairy. This is bullshit. Give me those notes.”

The doctor nodded and wrote the word ‘poofter’ in his notebook. Almost immediately Ron swiped the notebook and threw into the fireplace.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” said Ron. “I thought you were here to calm me. Do all your therapy bullshit.”

The doctor looked up at Ron. “I am, but you insist on behaving like a childish buffoon just to waste my time and make my life difficult. Now I would love to do some of my therapy bullshit, but you need to stop playing games. Such as coming in here as high as kite.”

“I’m not high. I’m not on drugs. Its just a minor spell. Its nothing really serious. Polypurpose Panacea.”

The doctor shook his head. “As I tried to tell you last week, spells can be drugs.”

Ron threw his hands up. “Fine. Ask one of your dumb questions.”

“Okay.” Said the doctor. “Tell me about your mother.”

“She was a whore bag slut.”

“Right,” said the doctor. “Is this a whore bag slut like your first wife or was she really a whore?”

Ron shook his head. “My first wife was really whore, we established that.”

“Okay then.” Said the doctor. “you’re first wife was a whore and your mother was a whore too”

Ron, clearly agitated snapped back. “Don’t call my mama a whore.”

The doctor gave Ron one his exasperated looks. “I didn’t call her a whore, you did.”

“Bullshit.” Said Ron “I just heard you call her a whore. That’s not very nice. You can’t say that.”

The doctor expelled a deep breath if frustration. “Okay then Ron. Please continue on then. Tell me more about your mother.”

“No.” said Ron.

The doctor looked at Ron. “You just said you would answer my questions.”

Ron shook his head. “I said I would answer one of your question and I did.”

“Ron, please. I am getting a lot of pressure to deliver my diagnosis. You are playing games again. I want you to start cooperating.”

“No.” Ron said again. “Not if you’re going to start calling my Mama a whore. She was the only one that ever looked after me.”

“Alright Ron. Can we forget I said that. Please tell me more. She cared for you and ?”

Ron crossed his arms. “No. You’ve hurt my feelings.”

The doctor suddenly stood up. “By Iomadoe’s Tits would you stood playing games. Let me make something very clear to you Ron Plunderman. I’ll give you until our next session to adjust your attitude or I’m going to have you committed and ensure the Lord’s Council can plunder every last coin of your wealth and estate. Is that clear?”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Alright. Sheesh. You could’ve asked nicely. Okay yeah fine. Next session, we’ll have big love fest about my mother.”

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Session 16 Summary

After killing the ape bears, the party waits around heroi9cly to collect their reward, a magic shrunken monkey's head. They then set off to find the ape-bears' lair.  They find it, and no loot.

They proceed along their journey, tackling some dangerous earwigs and vultures, march on for a couple more days and come to a tree festooned with hanging bodies and a bunch of undead.

The group advance on to Kalabuto where they find Cheiton in the Shrunken Head tavarn and retire to his house.  Assassins strike in the night, and the questioning is underway as things are left off.


xp
Dorian Szraiel Helga Ron Titus
Start
17869 19319 17969 19319 18419














Ankheg Trap 80 80 80 80 80
Ankhegs
480 480 480 480 480
Giant Vultures 320 320 320 320 320
Zombies
320 320 320 320 320
Assassins
960 960 960 960 960





















End
20029 21479 20129 21479 20579

Session 15 Summary

The action resumes at the crusher, a horrible looking machine.

The blue warrior and a female undead are dispatched, ending the undead threat in the salt mine.  Maybe.

The giant blue globe is smashed (actually ending the threat).

A locket is retrieved from the blue warrior and returned to the savage woman, who agrees to scout for the group.

The party attends a cock fight, where a fight breaks out after the party is accused, accurately, of cheating in the fight.  The party take what they feel they are owed after betting on the match they rigged and leave the camp.

They stumble across a village suffering from an ape bear problem, and hang around to help out with the issue, killing two ape bears.


xp
Dorian Szraiel Helga Ron Titus
Start
16469 17919 16569 17619 17019





















Blue Warrior
240 240 240 240 240
Salt Wight
120 120 120 120 120
RP - Return the locket to Athyra
320 320 320 320 320
Guards at the cock fight
240 240 240 240 240
Chemosit
480 480 480 480 480
RP - Stories
0 0 0 300 0







End
17869 19319 17969 19319 18419

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Session 14 Summary

The party agree to act as trailblazers for the main government - sponsored expedition to Saventh-Yhi.  The main expedition is to be led by general Rotilius Havelar, a man who fullfills all of the negative stereotypes of the British colonialist.

They are given the route to take, and a contact in Kalabuto to stay with in order to attempt to hide their presence from the other factions.

They wait a few days for what had been stored in the warehouse to be replaced and head off, led by Nkechi, the cleric of Gozreh.

After a couple of days (about 5) the group arrive at an old salt mine where a savage human woman with a bit of a fixation on dinosaur hunting convinces them to find evidence of what happened to her parents after the undead started coming up out of the mine.

The group manage to maneuver the abandoned mining camp at the entrance well enough, and find that the mine itself is infested with salt wights, an undead that would be a  much more significant threat if it could actually hit the ACs of the party's warriors.

The session ends at the crusher, a huge rock crushing machine in the mine.


xp
Dorian Szraiel Helga Ron Titus
Start
15429 16079 15529 16329 15979







Crystal Oooze 240 240 240 240 240
Salt Wights 720 720 720 720 720
Trap
80 80 80 80 80







RP - Stories 0 800 0 250 0







End
16469 17919 16569 17619 17019

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Therapy Session of Ron Plunderman #8


Doctor Monroe sighed and resisted the temptation to rub his temples in frustration. He did not like to betray any emotion to his patients, particularly when dealing with his most dangerous. The doctor had been trying to ask Ron about his childhood and as usual, Ron had mounted an insurmountable defense.

Finally the doctor decided to let it go, not wanting to waste an entire session being stonewalled. Instead he changed topics to Ron’s old adventuring party, knowing Ron was far more likely to answer.

“So why did Titus leave your group?”

The sudden change of topic caught Ron by surprise yet still he didn’t answer.

“Come on Ron, we both know Titus is your favourite subject. If you’re going to waste my time not talking about something important, such as your childhood and formative years, then you may as well waste my time to talking about something far less important.”

A glimmer of a smile crossed Titus’s face. “Errr yeah I guess Titus is unimportant.”

“So come on then, forget all my silly questions about your childhood. Let’s talk about Titus.”

“Right...” Ron half stammered, “Okay…well he left the party. Not much else to say.”

“Really Ron? That’s all you have to say, you’ve had a lot to say about him in the past and also recently when he joined the Lord’s Council? So come on, why did he leave?”

Ron shrugged, “Don’t know, didn’t he die on the island?”

The doctor gave Ron a stern look, “Ron do I need to add delusional to your list of mental dysfunction?”

Ron reacted instantly, “Wait? Hey ? What? Who you calling dysfunctional? I function just fine?”

The doctor quickly followed, “You know what I mean? Stop playing games. Titus didn’t die on the island. Why did he leave your group?”

Ron retorted again, “Maybe I didn’t mean it literally, maybe he died in the head … “ Ron sniggered to himself, “or he was always brain dead.”

The doctor shook his head, “So you’re a psychologist too now are you?”

Ron nodded, “Yeah sure, why not? Its not like it’s a hard job. Just ask lots of annoying questions, nod all knowingly-like and think you’re better than everyone else. Lot like a paladin really.”

For a moment the doctor was silent as if trying to diffuse some of the tension in the room. “Okay Ron, you’re right? Sometimes I can be a bit pushy but remember I’m here to help you. To stop the Lord’s Council from taking your land and title. Now, if you please, why do you think Titus left the group.”

Ron sighed, “Doc I really don’t know, he never bothered telling us, at least I don’t think he did. I was really focused on my hookers at the time.”

The doctor leaned back in his chair and gave Ron a stern look as if waiting for Ron to continue. Eventually Ron picked up on the doctor’s cue and continued.

“I don’t know honest, he snuck away in the middle of the night. One morning we woke up and he was gone. All there was … all there was a note for Dorian and some money. That’s it. The note explained what the money was for. It was to pay back Dorian.”

Ron shrugged, “Like I said got no idea why he left.”

The doctor wrote some notes down then continued to press Ron. “Come on Ron, do we always have to play this game? You know full well why Titus left, how about you just tell me. There really isn’t enough time to today for our normal verbal joust.”

Ron sniggered to himself, “Alright. He left because he was a poofter and had fallen in love with Dorian. “

Once more the doctor resisted the urge to rub his temples in frustration. Instead he sighed. “Very well then, Titus had fallen in love with Dorian. So why then would Titus leave, surely he would’ve stayed if he truly loved him?”

Ron shook his head, “Nah. Dorian is too much of a slut. Titus was really hurt about the slut fairy and Sasha. He just couldn’t bare it any longer, which is why he slipped away in the middle of the night. Too afraid to confront Dorian about his feelings.”

“Hmm” said the doctor in an almost sardonic manner. “So it was all Dorian’s fault?”

Ron nodded.

“It had nothing to do with the death of Jask? The complete lack of irreverence you and your companions had for Jask’s life?”

Ron shrugged. “Nah. Titus didn’t give a fuck about Jask, he could hardly even remember his name.”

The doctor shook his head. “Do I need to read to you again Titus’s account of what happened?”

Ron merely shrugged, hoping the doctor wouldn’t read it again.

“Ron do you actually have any evidence that Titus was a homosexual?”

Ron nodded, “Sure I do. I never saw him with a woman and he worships a female god”

The doctor signed then hesitated, eyeing Ron with careful consideration before he eventually asked a question. “Ron may I be blunt?”

Ron smiled “As blunt as a hammer.”

“You’re theory that Titus loved Dorian is complete poppycock. I am quite simply affronted that you would attempt to convince me that you believe such a purile and disingenuous fantasy. Should I even bother to remind you that I really am here to help you? That the Lord’s Council really is trying to strip you of your wealth and title and have you committed to a mental asylum?”

“Furthermore Titus now holds a position of power on the Lord’s Council and may well have a hand in deciding your fate. Do you really think it is wise to be making such slurs against him? You are fortunate that I really do uphold my medical vows and hold these conversations in the outmost confidence. However continuing to peddle such accounts of Titus will eventually undermine your position.”

Ron sat quietly absorbing the doctor’s words, his mischievous smile gone from his face.

“Ron, I really hope you can understand the gravity of this situation and answer my question with honesty and sincerity.”

Ron nodded with a serious look on his face.

“So having said all this, can you tell me why you think Titus left your group?”

Without hesitation and in a completely sincere voice Ron answered.  “Yes doctor I can. Titus was raging closest fag who could no longer stand being spurned by the man he loved.”