I dispise undead. They hurt. They make you want to wet yourself. And all they have to do is point at you. I wish I could do that. Just glare at someone and they whimper and agree to whatever you want. That's talent.
The smell in this place is awful. I would say its from all the zombie yuck. The deeper we go the smell just gets worse. Hope it isn't me. Probably Islan. Maybe Jacques. He is, after all, a dirty, dirty, monk.
Ok, so if it wasn't for him, I'd have drowned in the stupid casket. Damn traps. At least I'm getting good practice though. I've got to get me a set of tools. It would be so much easier. And I will carry it. No sticking the kit in Anwar's bag, like everything else this party has. Some of it, yeah. A giant flaming sword? I'm not going to carry that. I could see Dolartu with it though. A pearl? I think I can make room for that. I'm sick of giving all my cash and goodies to Anwar. Then, when I want something, I have to ASK for the money for it and half the time there'll be a big debate over it and - and that sucks. I opened the coffin. I pick up a single pearl and MOM is immediately in my face demanding I hand it over. Forget that. So I did the only thing I could. Turn invisible and tell her find me if you want it. Ha ha. I win.
But the mirror room! That was cool. We stumble into this room with velvet curtains and stuff. Then we hear the bat's voice. "I thought you may like to freshen up." Then the curtains open and there are these mirrors. Personally, I would have prefered a hot bath, but this was fun too.
So Islan strolls over to a mirror. At first he looks pretty happy. I mean, he was preening. So I wanted to see, figured it would be good for a laugh, and I came over to him. His reflection was looking at him the way he usually looks at me; in nicer clothes. Disgusted. A dirty, fowl mongrel. I told him so too. I would have enjoyed the telling more though, if he wasn't igroring me at the time. But I suppose it was understandable. He was looking at me.
I have to say, for as overrated as I generally consider silks and satins, I look damn fine in them. Islan already wears the hoity-toity clostes and he was so down that he doesn't sport finer attire. Pansy-ass fop. Though, in the reflection, his ass did look pretty tight in those breeches.
I WAS suprised to see me draping myself all over him! Huh, he's not that lucky. Even if we were those other people I don't ever fathom an "us" happening. I can just see it now. Islan will be all "Arilyn, my darling, would you care for a glass of the finest, very expensive elven wine. Prahaps we could take a stroll under the moon. I could impress you with my vast arcane knowledge. Then we could partake in a little canoodling." And I would say, so sweetly, "My darling Islan, your wine tastes like vinegar. You talk more about yourself than any arcane lore and are incessantly boring me to tears. And as for any conoodling? I'd rather boff a dwarf."
But you should have seen that chick! I mean, me. Hair all done up. A shimmery purply-pink gown. Not a dress, but a gown. And it looked lit it fit me too! She looked at me like I was nothing as well. That bothered me a little. But then I decided, who cares? For one thing, I could so have kicked her ass. Even if she did have a fistfull of wands. Don't matter none. I took a fireball in the face from one of those little sticks and I'm fine. My eyebrows'll grow back fully.
Two, one day I'll have all the riches I want and I can wear a dress like that to muck out horse stalls if I choose to. Three, I got HER back anyway. Make me look at myself as if I were the shit on my dainty floss slipper? I'll make me make rude, obscene gestures and grab myself. That was probably the highlight of this dungeon, for me anyway. She, I mean, I had this pained expression on my face as I gave myself the finger. That and watching Dolartu cover himself in lich dust. That was pretty good too. I may have to look into getting myself one of those mirrors if I ever settle down. People's reactions can be too amusing.
Have you ever tried to climb down an icy fall with nothing but your own power and a pair of daggers? I don't suggest it. It really sucks. It could have been easier if Dolartu had let everyboy use his ring of featherfall. Sent it up with Telariel who changed into a birdie. It wasn't until I fell down that stupid tunnel that I thought of that bright idea. At least Jacques broke my fall. He's good for stuff like that.
The magic deadening barrier wasn't any picnic either. Finally, we just walked through it. We lost some stuff. Not bad overall though. Anwar's bag spilled out. You never realize how much stuff you have until it's everywhere.
We think he's close. Mortedamos. We're in this big room. There's a table laid out with fine plates and platters of . . .roasted slaves? What's a well of souls? |
