Well, if everyone wasn't upset with me before, they're probably good and pissed now. It's really kinda entertainng. They don't know what to do. Umm, yeah, I think a little more explanation is in order.
So everyone is hanging out after everyone got back to camp. We're beat up, nearly out of magic, and just bickering. Why we were talking about going back in. . .forget it! I'm kinda crazy, not stupid. All of a sudden, Jacques runs towards some rocks and jumps on something. Turns out to be a dwarf. Or a bear. I think he's kinda like those rat people, just not planning on biting us. At least, not yet.
So he has no idea why we're going to sleep in the middle of the desert when the whole town is after us. Can't say I blame him. I was wondering the same thing myself. So he offers to take us into the mountains to find suitable shelter. We ended up finding a really nice cave, if a cave could be called nice. Anyway we got good shelter, I think due to some help from blonde/redheaded druid travelling with us. I saw him shouting at her something about how "of course I was going to follow the left path." Then the dreaded discussion came up of just who was going to take watch.
Everyone forced me into third watch. Ugh. They know there's a reason I don't bother with it. Half the time I forget to pay attention. The other half of the time I kinda don't care, so why put me up to it? Whatever. I spent a good portion of it talking to FrostFang. He's been telling me all about when he was an adventurer. The stories are so vivid I could swear I was right there with him. Hmm, I wonder how I could get my hands on one of those wish spells I heard Islan and Dolartu talking about. . . Oh!
Right, well, the next thing I know there's this man in these black robes standing right by me. I don't know why I didn't yell right off. Instead I spoke with him for a few minutes. He said something to make me angry and that was when I yelled. We argued with him and Dolartu threw a fireball at him. That was when we realized that he wasn't really there. He was somehow watching us and projected himself. Then he made the very insulting offer to let most of the party go - if one stayed behind and served him. Not to mention giving up a few magical weapons. Get serious. I would never submit to that overgrown bat willingly nor would I allow FrostFang to be given in a trade. So I told him to kiss my pucker. He looked kinda confused. Next time we meet, because you know there will be a next time, I'll have to make it more clear. Kiss my ass right in the crack has a nice ring to it.
After the lord of the city left we decided we needed to get out of there fast. So we spared just enough time for those who needed to pray for skills to get it done and then took off. We decided we needed to go BACK to the desert, like we hadn't just come there. We're going along these paths and the walls towered above us. Soon people, as in not me, started hearing this groaning of metal on metal. To our horror these two gigantic metal things came stomping right up to the dwarf who had ran ahead. Islan was babbling something about iron golems and magic and slow. We knew we had more and greater battles ahead and decided to try to go around them. Jacques went first "to show us how easy it would be." I don't know what happened, if he slipped on some gravel or something, but he goes into a tumble and that golem just reached out and WHAM! THUP! That second noise was Jacques smacking into the earth if it wasn't clear. He just laid there groaning for a minute. And, you know what happens next, game on!
I hate to admit it but I was pretty ineffectual. I just couldn't get through the armor. But the worst was when we realized that not only was magic totally ineffectual, but fire rapaired these tanks. Luckily I managed to dodge out of the way of a few of the fireballs the one blew at us. Which was curious because we hadn't seen a golem do that before. But that's not important right now. What's important is how everyone refused to try to get around them. Healers blew through a lot of spells here. And then when one goes down, finally, Jacques, Ulg?, and I stayed to take care of the other. We all could have outrun it. Half the party went on ahead. I stayed because it was more fun to stay and watch the dwarf turned big bear rip it's head off.
I couldn't help it! It just popped in there. I remembered the big balls of fire and the sheen of frost steaming off the metal. So I gave the golem a good look-over. And I discovered this seam down the front of the chest. I couldn't jimmy it open so Urg and Jacques bashed it open. I reached in and found a very nice dagger that has these markings on it. I'll have to see if maybe Islan can read it. He's good for that. Inside the other one we found a wand. Well, Anwar never lets me use hers and I wanted to see what it did. So I shook it until it let out a blast of blast of fire. Directly at me. Ok, I guess I was holding it the wrong way and made a total fool of myself when I blasted my eyebrows off my face. I don't think I'm going to play with wands again anytime soon.
So we catch up and continue walking. Then FrostFang starts up a little conversation. Suggests that I go invisible. That way the overgrown bat who runs the town can't keep tabs on us. Okay. That sounds like a good idea. Then he tried to be all sneaky with me. Telling me that there was a secret compartment in the golems that I had missed. But I caught him in that fib. So he came straight to the point. He wanted a body. At first I was pretty reluctant. How will I care for him if he's in that thing's chest? And what about all the fun we have carving things up? I may not be able to talk to him anymore. I don't want that! But he made a lot of good points also. He would be able to protect me. We could flank with each other. He even offered to carry me when I wanted. And also, it had been so long since he was able to move under his own power. The idea made him so happy I just couldn't find it in my heart to refuse him. So I put FrostFang in the body of the golem that still had a head. At first nothing happened but then the eyes lit and the doors slammed shut. FrostFang pushed himself to a standing position. I could hear him grinning wildly in my head. The only other time he was on a high like this was when we killed that dragon. He gently picked me up and put me on his shoulder and we started back to the party.
To say they weren't expecting me to appear riding on the shoulder of a creature we had just expended so much effort to defeat would be a bit of an understatement. In fact, the reactions ranged from some GREAT fish face impressions to Dolartu running away screaming. Bit of an overreaction I thought, really. I mean he's not as pretty NOW, but wait until he's 100%. He'll look a lot healthier then.
Yeah, yeah I know all about the whole FrostFang the DragonSlayer thing and Dolartu working to invoke her dragon powers and all that. I guess everyone now thinks I'm more than just a little off. But what Dolartu doesn't yet realize, or the rest of them for that matter, is that this is more like a gift from the gods. We're off to take a city of undead. They have a dragon as a general. How can a new and improved FrostFang be a bad thing? And as for Dolartu, nothing has changed. FrostFang is not out to get Dolartu. Yet. He has nothing to gain from it. Yet. But by the time that Dolartu advances that far, well I hope I get a good seat because that will be a battle worth watching. |
