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Jeff: Hey guys! Guess what?
Shana: You're doing this on time?
Jeff: ... Hah. Ha ha. Oh yeah, hah.
Shana: I see you're in stitches. Shall I start whilst you roll around laughing?
Jeff: ...
Shana: Okay. Due to past experience of sleeping quarters where people share a room, everyone--myself, Maercis, and Biff--opted to camp out for the night. Pleasant sleep, just barely long enough to feel any bit rested.
Jeff: No bugs for anyone, thankfully. Or accidental arrowings in the night.
Shana: Just an early rise and order to meet up with our Captain again. Day one, mission two: recover medical supplies that were stolen by bandits who had a habit of going from hideout to hideout on their way to wherever their goal was. Two hour trip, easy enough. Nothing on the way, also easy enough.
Jeff: Well, not counting inanimate objects...
Shana: Stones falling from the ceiling do count, but they managed to not crack any of our skulls open. Thankfully, they were our only real trap to worry about. Where living things were concerned, we found nary a bandit ready for us. Only one, dead. Clawed and lifeless, withered up rather profusely despite what was supposed to be a very recent death, considering they only were in the hideout a couple days.
Jeff: Note to self, remember Nature does not cover undead creatures when determining possible times of death.
Shana: Spoil sport, that was supposed to appear later!
Jeff: Sorry.
Shana: Accepted. The medical supplies were found easily enough, as well as some food that we have yet to agree to take back.
Jeff: After all, bandits would never contaminate a food supply in hopes of it spreading something bad to enemies!
Shana: Yes, that. Since we weren't given an exact measure of how many supplies we were supposed to bring back, the idea that some were elsewhere in the cave was, of course. So with only one path to follow, deeper inside, I took the first step. A Wight gave me a very pleasant greeting, tried to scratch an itch on my back.
Jeff: Now she gets the concept of 'humor'.
Shana: In fact, I get both! Personally, I like spelling the sense of humor version as h-u-m-o-r, while reserving h-u-m-o-u-r for making a reference to one's bodily fluids. So while it was after my 'humour', I was not yet in a good 'humor' about the attempt.
Jeff: Yay for the Greek philosophy of humor!
Shana: And for body armor. It failed quite miserably in most of its attempts to cause pain, so instead it brought up two allies--skeletal guards with very large axes--while attempting to animate the mauled corpse lying outside the room. Biff's holy power was particularly useful, and though my hammer had a hard time landing on such frail targets, little Lesale was able to land many useful bites.
Jeff: And nobody thought having a little pet Pseudodragon would help. I'm sure James will appreciate the name you gave it... if he reads hero lore at all.
Shana: He might be prompted to thanks to that note. If not, you can always explain the joke.
Jeff: But that ruins the fun!
Shana: Oh well. The fight went fairly smoothly once the Wight was smote, just carrying on for a little while of back and forth swings. The bandit corpse had a little gold on it, and the Wight itself had some jewelry to add to our bounty of two very large, sharp axes. Not a bad day, minus the pain.
More exp. +20 gold apiece.
We now have two great axes, bronze and gold jewelry, and medical supplies. More food if we want it.
__________________   Goten is dead!
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want to have a session this weekend? Preferably at an hour where half the group isn't groggy and listless and in need of sleep?
