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| Gage Part 6 |
| Fire Caving |
Well I was face to face with this, well later the wizard told me he was a cleric so I’ll call him that, cleric, and it was completely dark out. Apparently, one of my companions thought it’d be good to cast this darkening spell to make us all blind. Whatever, even with that cast I just started swinging away at the guy until I connected twice. I could tell that my sword had really dug into him because he stopped moving. And before he was bouncing around like a hellcat. Speaking of Hell this fire thing came up from behind me and approached me as if it wanted to attack.
Even though it appeared aggressive I never felt it attack me even though I did take a few swipes at it. I almost felt bad for it, even though I was so enraged at the moment that I would have gutted a small family if I wasn’t careful, and it was at that split moment of remembered past casualties that I had needlessly caused that I prayed aloud for my dead master’s help in controlling my anger. To my shock and amazement, I was able to contain my inner beast and bring my rage to a halt. This was something I had never accomplished before in my life and had it not been for the eventual freefall of gold in the next room I probably would have shed a tear. But alas, there was loot to be had and I was not about to miss out on my cut…for this is why I came to begin with.
I stuffed my few pockets and cape with as much gold as I could carry, which at the time of going into a cavern of fire…wearing little seemed like a good idea, but for now I wish I had unending pockets. Either way I definitely came out on top.
The wizard and the healing guy started having a conversation with the dwarves about closing the portal and I think the wizard even jumped into the metal circle thing for some reason. Maybe he lived there and I didn’t realize it. Oh well, I had my loot and I was about to go back to the king and claim my reward.
But of course first things first we had to convince this cleric up top that we hadn’t found the heart we were looking for. Oh yeah, also the dungeon that we climbed up in caved in as we left, but ultimately we lived so not a big deal. Right so the cleric easily found us and sensed we had the heart and pretty much started threatening us if we didn’t give it up, which put me in a bad mood because all I wanted to do with find some ladies for myself and the gay Captain to party with. Not that Captain gay would truly enjoy the ladies, but I’m sure he’d like to dance nonetheless.
It truly had been awhile since I’ve felt the gentle caress of a…right the cleric was threatening us with his…mind. Which I am obviously lacking in…so I readied my weapon in case our words were not enough.
Then the stinky, short, dirty, bear man grabbed a cage and said hey give me the thing I need and I’ll give you what I don’t need, or something to that affect. Personally, if we got something in return with more money than the heart I didn’t care and at the moment…it appeared that the king’s reward was worth more money than the heart so why not just give it up. Either way I think the cleric wasn’t leaving until he got the heart and I just wanted to go get drunk and enjoy the spoils of combat.
So, eventually the bear gave the heart up for a promise, and decided to stick around until the cleric guy came back. I on the other hand started with a few on the journey back to the king where we were honored as heroes and rewarded justly. Not that I took the time to count my winnings, but I was well aware that it was enough to spend out my days drinking and partying.
Which after looking at the burned down building in town I felt this was definitely not the place to open up shop. And I also realized that the flame cultists that we left definitely needed some new leadership so I decided that would be the best place to shoot my load. Plus, they had really good wine there, which apparently is better than ale. So, more than likely I’ll open up shot there. But eventually I’d like my chain of whore houses/bars to reach Citadel and even the far north cities. My first establishment will be properly named Gage’s Ragings and Bangings. Maybe I’ll call the next place Gage’s Sloppy Seconds. Names are definitely not my strength but hopefully my blatant disregard for taste will attract the appropriate crowd, haha.
Until I die or lose the ability to multiply.
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| From the journal of Gage McCown |
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Contributor: Chuck Jubenville |
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