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Ah, Kord has definitely been on my side in the last couple weeks. We have visited yet another local village of tribals to ask for their warriors. They were agreeable to our request but needed an issue they “were” currently having. There were two very large monsters attacking all that came close to a nearby tar pit. The town could make excellent use of these resources and the warriors to come from it. With some more translation, we I was able to figure out that there was most likely a much more buff than normal t-rex running around somewhere with some weird hyphenated name. We have dealt with this monster before and with all of out training in the mean time, we were not worried about this. Well, we found out that the beguiler needs to learn that language better because it was not one monster but two; stupid language complications. These monsters were quite an annoyance. They were far tougher than the last one, but the rewards were well worth it. The captain and his naturally buffing self took on one by himself while I dealt with keeping the other one off the rest of the party and preparing myself for combat with this beautiful monster. I have been working on my grapple resisting abilities but they were no match for this monster; I asked for some help from the appetizer, something they call freedom of movement, I call it freedom from being lunch, but that’s not important. Sir Inetpus insisted on going to check out its insides immediately. It picked him up and was immediately swallowed again. He learned how to get out quicker this time and managed to give me the much needed flanking on this beast. I immediately put all my power into my next assault, chopping it to pieces within seconds. The captain and his near impossible to hit self dealt with the other one, minus several good hits the rex got off. It didn’t take long to clean up that mess. Now we have three good heads to mount on our fleet of ships to come.

We continued to a nearby temple with a large weapon stash. We immediately noticed a huge sized snake but the beguiler charmed it away. Oh well, I really didn’t need new luggage or shoes anyways. Inside the temple, a quick illusionary trap pit and some stairs later, we found a couatl, still guarding this temple out of honor. We talked with it for some time, learning much about the horrors of the savage tide, the fiendish plots for this island and the fate of his kind. He gave us the weapons to help our cause. There were many masterwork quality weapons of all kinds. The most impressive which I picked up was a greatsword of pure power. +1 holy greatsword I was looking into another magical affect but this is far better and available now. Our last stop was to salvage our old ship and bring it back to fight off the invading fleet. We got there only to find that there was already someone there. He and his two minions quickly died at my sword’s end. He got off one good shot with some lightning before hiding in the ship. I quickly moved into flank with one of the minions; one was named blood tooth and the other red maw. After achieving position, I threw all of my powering into my attacks and destroyed them instantly. I rolled two confirmed crits and a normal, high damage hit against them and I was within range of both of them. It was something like 75 and 72 damage to each one; enough to finish each off in one shot. Then I forgot what happened however this is what I was told and vaguely remember. After that affect, I charged Sir Ineptus and attempted to slaughter him. Only because of his mass buffing thanks to the fingerwiglers did I miss him, causing mass damage. I have had a burning desire to destroy somebody’s character. There have been several people that I refuse to game with anymore and I always wanted to kill their characters but never had a good enough in game reason to do so. I got a chance and failed tonight, I was dominate monstered. I rolled to see who I would attack and I rolled Sir Ineptus. If I had had one more round, I could have possibly killed him. Oh well, I’m sure someone else will dominate monster me eventually. All I remembered was snapping awake behind Sir Ineptus with my sword at the ready it seemed to hit him. Oh well, nobody was mad at me, and we got the ship back. Back to town for some more preparation’s before the big fight

Hurray, they all survived. I worried after that last fight that somebody else might not make it. I would be honored to die in battle against a evil of this nature, knowing that we stopped it and that the other made it out. This one definitely was not the final one; it was a bit of a push over when we actually get some rest before a big fight. We locked ourselves in a small treasure room incase the demon returned to annoy us. Back to the room where we found our wandering journalist; I like that name, wandering journalist, I shall refer to her as that from now on, it fits so much better. Anyways, we headed back to the main chamber where we found our wandering journalist. I had a hunch, the captain blurted out the same hunch that the huge statue of a two headed fiend with tentacles or the last fiend was going to be bad new to us. We wasted no resources for this fight; spending maybe two minutes augmenting ourselves against our next foe. With kord on our side, we barged in; as soon as we opened the door, I knew there was someone; the chains that had held the wandering journalist had been put away. We moved into position and waited for the inedible. The statue came to life and ran right into the middle of all of us and let one of the mightiest roars I have ever heard; not that it could faze a might follow of Kord, can’t say as much for the rest of our group, I saw a couple of them shaking out of the corner of my eye. We surrounded the fiend and commenced mauling it mightily. The journalist remembered some really cool spell thing that would make all of our attacks cut clean though it’s flesh. She must have been rust at it since the fiend got off a hit against her, ruining that beautiful affect. None the less, it died quickly. I hadn’t noticed until this moment but there was a very powerful uplifting of energy that even I felt. A dark feeling lifted off the air, but it quickly set back in, we were still stuck in this place.

We quickly checked the room for anything useful; there was some ring, not much else. We found that the mirror we came over through was now working, finally, a way out of this nightmare. The fog that had troubled our travels had lifted and we made our way to far shore within a couple of days, but not to a nice and peaceful trading town; they were under attack. We split up and quickly overtook them. The wandering journalist dealt with a burning building. Tightbutt and appetizer dealt with several pirates trying to break into the local chapel, Sir Inetpus dealt with an Orc threatening to defile a young woman while the captain and I went after the leader and his squad of walking targets. For the first time, I detest these short dwarf legs. The captain didn’t want to wait for me and got most of the fun. I really only got the killing blow against the leader, he didn’t appreciated being charged and flanked and a full power hit that cleaved him in half. We won the town back quickly. We had several survivors in the mean time. We managed to get out of them that they were a greedy scouting party for a huge fleet of ships that were coming in two months. If it wasn’t for their arrogance, they might have lived; we made them dig graves for the fallen from the town, they were few but one was too many. We ended their lives for their crimes and have them the burial that all, even criminals deserve.

We were left with the task of getting this town and it’s people ready for battle. We have been fortifying the defenses, getting mines up and running efficiently and most importantly, recruiting the local spirit men for there warriors and labor. Before leaving, I we set up a mine, bringing in a might haul in only a week, improved the existing mortar and other building materials, buffed the walls with spears and the like for defenses, I don’t remember what else, I have already put in a 16 hour day of mining, caring for my woman and managing the others in the mining. At least I don’t have to worry about this a$$ running for mayor of this town, we got the right person in office and managed to convert a large portion of the town into Kord followers, or at least acknowledgers.

We left for one of the local tribes to gain their warriors for the fight to come. When we arrived, we saw some ritual of fire and “necromancy?” they called it. Their god was not happy that a statue was stolen and was going to destroy the entire island should he not be appeased. Luckily, we had picked up the statue in the fiend temple, I guess they were trying to have their own god destroy them for not returning this important item. To earn their trust, we went up the twin volcano’s and found the alter where it was taken from. The best part was, a bat figure came out and sort of paid up for our trouble. A vault was exposed with numerous items within. We each got to pick one up. The captain got a power suit of armor, I picked something I had only heard about, it was called a luck stone, very valuable, not what I really wanted, but I should be able to get something nice for it. We are heading back to the tribe tomorrow morning after the night’s rest. We still have a lot of time left; at this rate we should have the entire in ship shape and ready to beat back this fleet.

Also, the captain is going to be a father. I am overjoyed for him, but sad that my new form has made me unable to have a child with a human; I have no son to carry on my name should my final battle before going before Kord should come. I heard something about a way for the gods to grant such a miracle to someone in my predicament; I shall have to research this matter.

Thank YOU!!! I think I can manage to come up with that much.

YAY holy water on demand. I'd be more than happy to contribute the few silver pieces, 54 to be exact, I have on me to this ordeal. I don't carry a lot of silver with me oh well. I'd be more than happy to get some or file it down for your needs so you can rest and do your magic thing.

The last two days have been two of the most violent and disturbing days we have probably had ever. I have suspected, as have others that a fiend has been following us around for several days. From the little I have heard about these savage monsters, they like to test, terrify and torture their prey. Well, they must be done with testing us because it struck. We awoke to find that the journalist had gone missing. I quickly realized that our adventure was not being recorded and quickly took out some paper and a pen, a minute later; I got bored of recording packing up the camp and stopped writing down how to take apart a tent. I don’t know how she does it. Anyways, there were larger problems than that, our main source of healing and half of our divine augmenting had wandered off. We pack up quickly and the captain tried some location thing. It didn’t work, forked sticks only point north, not to journals like he insisted his did so I guess he gave up on his spell, something about locate object not being in range, whatever, leave it to magic to fail us when we really needed it. I on the other hand was able to follow her footsteps to somewhere she had wandered off a half mile or so. The problem was that I found HUGE hand and footprints chasing after her, until hers and the monsters track disappeared completely.

We were not completely without hope; I climbed up a tree and saw that were was something inland, since we had no other leads, we headed that way. All we found were some ruins and a talking corpse of a person stuck to a tree. We continued on considering that talking corpses was nothing new to us. The problem was when we got closer; I recognized the huge hole in his chest was caused by a natural weapon, like a big clawed fist. He taunted us with how we would never leave this place again, and that it is a death trap, yeah yeah whatever. Captain quickly knocked his head off and read him his last rights of “Omana, Omana, hope you weren't a pansy, may Kord bless you or something.” We rested the night, expecting an ambush, but we didn’t have time to be careful, we needed to find our companion quickly.

The next morning, the captain tried his stick fork thing again, that magic stuff is crazy because it pointed clearly not north but it did eventually lead us to her shredded clothing in a cave. The entrances to this cave were two huge ape mouths, they looked like they were no normal heads but nothing clicked for me about them. There have been no hostiles yet; rather disappointing. In the only path in here, we found a set of doors with barb covered handles. The appetizer managed to read the inscription on two statues in this room “give of the left” and “give of the right”. The meaning was obvious, willingly opening the doors and accept the pain from doing so. The captain was first there and immediately opened the doors, not even flinching. Inside were two mirrors, thrones and two black candles. Some quick searching found nothing of interest. I have never heard of this but mirrors are apparently a common focus thing for traveling magic stuff. The appetizer tried to bypass some trap on the candles but failed and was overtaken by some mind controlling affect. She is not the hardest person to hold down and three of us quickly pilled on here till the affect wore off. I had a stroke of brilliance. We tied a rope to each of her arms and feet. She tried again and again, and when she failed the controlling affect, we yanked her off her feet, holding her in the air till she calmed down. It took quite a while for her to succeed but she eventually did so.

These mirrors took us to a bloodbath of a room. There was a pool of blood in front of us, and several alcoves around us. The hair on the back of everybody’s necks was raised; you could smell the oncoming bloodbath that would insure soon. They surprised us f***ing fanged, vile monkeys attacked us, for of them in all. It was a hard battle, our weapons were ineffective against them but through steer strength, we overcame them none the less. One of them retreated and got a mod of these horrible monkeys but it’s sheer size made it easy to hit and destroy. It has been a brutal fight, that helm I acquired recently came in handy. Gargoyle helm: 1/day, DR 5/Adamantine for 10 minutes, 1/Day: earth smite +4 attack and damage We quickly looked through the rooms near by, looking for our companion before it was too late.

We found a naga, disguising it’s self as a zombie, but it didn’t last long. The passage leading on was a nuisance; through clues on the statue, we figured out that we needed to find two keys in the shape of a left and right monkey arm. We found one of the arms in a water fountain and the other back where the savage ape mob was being held. We didn’t really bother with trap checking and just dealt with the affects of them. We opened the doors and 6 statues that we could see all started making monkey noises, as did several other items in the room beyond. The fight was the hardest fight we have yet to encounter. We meet the boss ape, he was far more savage in his fighting, he was ruthless, and impossible to hit. I only got one hit on him the entire fight but my weapon pushed out of his hide. I remembered mid fight that I had a cold iron weapon and that he should be vulnerable to its affects. Luckily, Sir Ineptus also had one of these and had more luck at connecting against him. Unlike most opponents, he went after the weak and female characters first; tightbutt got harassed continually, ignoring Sir Ineptus, captain and myself. It managed to dropped her down, but not kill her. Appetizer had run away at that point, out of wits and spells. I have the reliable mage a potion so she would not die; she was a reliable source of damage to our enemies and other than keeping Sir Ineptus, was on excellent terms with the rest of the band. The ape retreated and we rested. I pray that he does not return till we are at full fighting strength. The mirror that we took in does not work as of now, and there is no other visible exit to this place. Tomorrow, we figure out what to do in this diseased mess of a temple.

I did not enjoy this fight. I understand that there are going to be fights that are harder than others. This fight was under horrible conditions for us in addition to being a brutal fight. I also might be bitter consider I rolled above an 8 only once against him when I needed a 13 for my best available attack, and that attack bounced off his DR. And I didn’t get a knowledge check so my “character” would know that he is vulnerable to cold iron. It started challenging, but by the end, it was more of an irritation.

Our travels seem to get easier for most of us. After that annoying battle with a couple of undead things, apparently they are called mummies; never heard of them before, didn't sound so bad. Well, as the mundane medic of the group, I was examining Sir Ineptus’s bite and claw marks and there was some lingering ailment on him. I was not able to cure it; there was a supernatural element to it that I could not deal with. As I was examining him, it took its initial grip on him causing his body to fall to dust. I concluded that if it overcame him, he would most likely fall to dust. I did was I could to hold it off till the next day no problems. I instructed him to tie an open bottle to himself. He didn't question me; I was after all tending to his wounds, yet again. I wanted a sample of his ashes should it overtake him, and if I was not around to catch them, I wanted to make sure that I got some. Since time was of the essence, we kept moving. There was some secret room that someone found, I was a little busy making sure people weren't going to die from disease when we found it. Inside was a room with a sarcophagus in the center. On top was the other key. Now, as good grave robbers and dungeon scavengers, we made sure that we got everything which meant opening up that sarcophagus. The appetizer informed us that there was a very nasty trap set up. She pointed out numerous holes in the wall, ceiling and floor which would come to life and attack us should we open the tomb. Being the bright bunch we are, we used the logic that if a trap attacks a specific area, set it off when you are not in its way. We secured a rope to the lid and pulled it right off; not before breaking off the top the first time. On our second attempt, off came the lid and out came over a hundred spikes covered in a nasty poison. Good thing we weren't in there when that went off. After all of the treasure popped up, we removed it from it's lodging securing over 100 poisoned spears. That sarcophagus also has some pretty looking stuff, not that I really cared what it did, our finger wigglers were too interested in that, something about a very powerful aura or something. We pressed on and found a room with a secured door; we decided to finish off this place before continuing through the well secured door.

If you can't figure out what happened next, WAKE UP, it has happened several times before to guess who yet again. That's right, Sir Ineptus got mauled again. The last room in the place looked to be an old eating area with a rotten table and chairs. Off to one side was a pool of water. Sir Ineptus took a fishing poll and lighted rock and went fishing for an ooze. This particular one was enormous and immediately got a hold of him. Now, I have been begging him to take a bath at least once every two months but what happened was overkill even by my standards. We quickly took formation and attacked like usual. I realized right after my first shot that I made a big mistake. I remembered something about these monsters; many weapons will split them in half. They can not take as much of a beating but they split in half and each half is just as powerful as the other. The fight was brutal but with a fireball from tightbutt and mass bludgeoning from us all, we eventually killed them. I am so glad that it was not me in there this time. That monsters acid melted all of Sir Ineptus’s weapons. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was stark naked except for gloves and a cape. I never want to see him naked again. But hey, at least he was clean and shaven for the first time that I can remember. It didn’t take any convincing to find him clothing and a weapon.

Remember those red and blue rods we found. Well, they opened a flood gate that let us out of the caverns and back on our path. The doors lead right to the waterfront down some stairs. As soon as the doors opened, there was sunlight, sea water, and dinner on mass. I could hardly hear the familiar and wonderful sound of giant crabs. They are not hard to dispatch so I whispered “seafood is on the menu” and wasted no time and charged right into the thick of it. I has been so long since we had seafood that I couldn’t wait to get some more. Within seconds, we had cracked and cooked all of them. Tightbutt has been using some sage and other herbs with her spells and her normally already wonderful fireball now had a hint of herbs and spices behind its fiery blast. It was a great feast our first night out of that crypt. We continued on, but not alone. The first night outside, I woke to darkness that even my dwarven sight could not penetrate. It was a small area, must have been some magical stuff cause I’ve never seen blackening fog like that before. In my dreams, I remember something chanting “salad… salad…. Salad.” I can’t wait to meet the soup and main course.

Anyways, we continued along the narrowish costal path for weeks, with only two issues. We were ambushed by several gargoyles but only took minor scratches. I have never seen a living one before so I took a souvenir, aka it’s head. Days later, we spotted the other group of these foul beasts. This group however had a leader I guess you could call. He charged right to the meat shield to little avail. He was not much of a fight, within seconds; he was chopped and lanced to bits. The only moment of threat was one of the monsters tried to push tightbutt off the cliff. I was so glad that he was not experienced in doing so Sir Ineptus and I chopped him to bits. With their leader gone, and no god to smack them into finishing the fight, they fled like cowards. That leader had a wonderful crown, I won a quick game of rock paper scissors to win them from Sir Ineptus. Apparently, it can turn my skin to rock giving me some serious protection in combat for several minutes. I have not yet gotten to see how it works exactly but I have the commands to make it work from the finger wigglers.

In the journalist's tails, I am the dwarf and Sir Ineptus is the fighter. I would never be caught off guard like that and will never go fishing for black pudden oozes. I thought I should clarify that so my characters reputation would not be confused with his. ^_^

Hehe, I finally figured out why I got slapped by the journalist the other day. I had hoped that it was just encouragement or something but now I get it, nobody even had to help me. Touch my javelins; I just hope my women doesn't hear about that she'll send me flying and when she does it, I won't be able to landing softly.

It has been weeks since my last journal, but it has been a busy time. From my last journal aboard the Sargasso’s source aboard the remnants of a ship, we carved through the outer defenses quickly. The first defense of salad was poorly executed, we all had some good ideas but due to a lack of communication, we left our mage open for attack. Luckily, that did not last long and we learned from our mistake and continued on. The second wave died horribly against our might. Three more house salads were made from the lively vegetation amounts us. In the bow of the ship, we discovered the one responsible for this Sargasso. It was quite disappointing how easily she fell. The only threat was when it grabbed Sir Ineptus, surprise surprise who is getting mauled first and attempted to retreat into a great hole into the depths. The captain, being the captain he is “charged?” after it, well, jumped is a better word the beast as it tried to retreat. Then, for no reason, one of the two fellow sailors we discovered tucked away in the ship, slapped me and said “fly”. I still don’t see the problem but apparently something I said offended her. In the attempt to make friends between yet another divine healing person I’ve decided to turn my request into a tactical command word for give my flight. “Quick, touch my javelins” is apparently offensive to her god or something, whatever, maybe if she got her nose out of a book and realized what was going on she would understand what I was asking for instead. Still that flight was excellent for it let me get the killing blow against the fowl thing. And with that done, we all ran, I flew back to our ship and we got out of the area as soon as possible.

Not much longer, we saw our first look at the Island of Dread. From our first view, it appeared quite pleasant. We continued down the coast towards our destination when a hurricane came about. It was one of the worst I have ever seen in 20 years. We managed to survive the storm. The next day, the storm finally subsided and we hit a reef, smashing the front of the ship. We got our first taste of the area when a Masher fish attacked. It was a quick battle ending with Sir Ineptus striking a splitting blow against it. The captain decided that it would be interesting to try to eat it. Apparently, when cooked correctly, it is quite tasty. The captain has now declared that he is no longer the cook, ever again. We ship was in poor shape but we needed to keep moving. We continued through rough waters, making it as far as we could till we had to beach our ship for repairs. With incredible piloting, the ship came to a stop on the beach shore and didn’t roll around. This was our first steps on the Island of Dread and oh did does the island live up to its name. It is the most rewarding fight ever so far on our voyage that I can remember. Within minutes of landing, a might Tyrannosaurus Rex attacked. I had never seen one of these mighty beasts, only teeth and a part of a skull back in the Sasserine hall of trophies. I immediately shouted “Don’t aim for the head!!!!”. What a trophy this would make! It made us work for it however. Sir Ineptus and I charged straight in. We both have been developing techniques of using a great sword to tremendous affect. Sir Ineptus leaps at his target and placed a might blow against the beast. I charged in and prepared for a second attack of massive proportions. It wasted no time dealing with us. Its first volley of attacks and it swallowed him whole. We continued our normal destruction of our target. On my second attack, I almost hit it’s main leg vein but still got a might hit; against creatures of this size, accuracy is not as important as hitting mightily. It then made its way to me. Again, in a single attack, it swallowed me whole. Now, if you thought that getting in a head lock against a drunk that is a couple years overdue for a bath of some type was horrible. Imagine a completely dark constricting burning headlock all over from that same drunk. That is the closest you will ever get to experiencing being swallowed alive by a dinosaur. Luckily, I was able to quickly cut my way out of its belly before succumbing to unconsciousness for moments. Again, one of our newest members from the Sargasso trap was of use and healed the two of us again. We continued out beach scouting before beginning work on the ship. Now, how often do you have 4 tons of T-Rex meat to work with? So we had a much needed feast. Excellently prepared smoked and jerked T-Rex meet was made by the hundreds of pounds and all enjoyed it mightily. Not several hours later, we noticed a ship way off the coast, the blue Nixie. The second use of touch my javelins from our journalist and I headed off to the Nixie to get assistance. After much catching up and work, it was decided that six of us would continue on while the rest of the crew boarded the Blue Nixie. I have been keeping two copies of a journal of our nobleman’s entertainment value to the crew. One was “accidentally” left with the noble women in the hopes that they continue his voyage much in the same manor as he has enjoyed so far. I even had his door brought over with his white horse being stabbed painted on it taken over. The other copy was left with instructions to be delivered to that excuse of a man’s father should I not be able to soon. We said our goodbyes to the Nixie, I said goodbye to my women and left her a golden goblet we had won in battle as a reminder for her. According to the navigator, it will only be a 10 day journey, 2 weeks at the latest. I don’t see how he is getting this number but he is a far better navigator than I so I guess we are going to follow his advice right after throwing him on the ship despite his desire to follow us.

How could I forget? That T-rex has been completely used up. We have removed its head and started to remove the flesh from its skull. I single handedly picked up it’s monster head and moved it over to the beach shore. We took its arms for trophies to be tanned later as well as its feet. We hope to mount its might head on the front of our ship. Lavinia agreed to take it for us, considering we have had only one crew casualty, considering the odds, that doesn’t seem possible but we kept everybody alive. I currently have a tooth as a necklace, one of the smallest in its mouth, and it is 6 inches long. I will slowly carve it into a weapon or token on our journey.

So much has happened, I feel as though I am forgetting details. Should I remember them, I will have to add them later.

Ah what a crazy time it has been. Right after leaving some town that was completely ravaged by something, the tree hugger said it was some lizard people, but like the captain, really don't care to die like that. Our next interesting encounter was to freshen up our backup supply of water. Captain and the nature girl keep finger wiggling water daily but they want to make sure we are alright. Well, at one of our stops, a bit south of Fort greenrock we sent the crew out to collect some fresh water from a big old waterfall. We were on watch while they went out and did there thing when a seven headed hydra tried to attack. I have really had kord on my side that day for got several javalins into it; my first hit appeared to rip right through his back musules; it had a bit of a limb for the next 10 seconds it must have lived. Tightbutt was thrilled to use her impressive fireball thing to burn it nicely and Sir Ineptus was silly enough to charge the bugger, he got a nice hit but those hydra heads all looked hungry for flesh. After my first volley, we had hurt it so much it retreated to no effect, we finished it off without any problems. Seeing how this was my first encounter with one of these amazing beasts, I decided for the group that it would be a great trophy so I dove down and we kept it's corpse as a trophy for when we return home.

Next, our lovely noble entertainment almost got drawn and quarted by the captain, amoungst others. At some other point along our journey, we rested the night on land. That noble got it in his head that he would buy a slave from this town. Funny thing was, he was asking to buy the chieftan's daughter. Captain got a might blow in him family jewels followed by that women letter mother nature leek all over his uncousious face. Captian wouldn't let me keep up the torture so I got Joe, one of the crew to paint him an image to remind him of home. That lovely horse that we set free from him is not on the inside of his shack in his room. Mind you, I got the poor horse being murdered and his a$$hole horses name right underneath it all. I do what I can my make him feel at home. Also, I had the ingenious idea of recording for his boy's father of his travel and the unfortunate events that accidentally happened to him. For the money his father is paying, he should get details of the voyage for his jesture son.

After almost loosing a second person on this voyage, we kept going south for several weeks, there were a couple horrible storms but we pulled through them just fine. However, the other ship got lost somewhere along the way. We just kept going, sort of wish we hadn't. We ended up in a big old patch of green slime stuff. It has our ship stuck in place, don't remember what they called this stuff, but apparently, it is somewhat alive and the center of it has a lot of babies that don't like us being here. We found we could walk on this junk and went to another ship that looked like it might have been recently stuck. Now, I love seeweed for lunch, but not as a floor cover. This stuff got everywhere, I've never seen it pull a ship apart so quickly. We went aboard to see if we could save and cargo or corses. We found some living vine things, here the word assassin vine from someone but I've never heard of these, till now. These lively plants grabbed the druid and Sir Ineptus, almost killing them both in their might vines. Again, Tightbutt forgot to care about collateral damage and took out the room with the three of these house plants of doom. Sir Ineptus yet again was regected by tightbutt. Luckly, Sir Ineptus went fishing for the captain's journal, it survived and had bad news. They told of a horrible night of fighting off more of these things and had no luck at releasing their ship from this doomed fate. We immediately too off towards the hopefull center of this island of green. After almost a full day of travel, we reached another ship. Again, there were voices in my head, they told us to leave but since it wasn't kord telling me to leave, I just ignored it, like usual to voices I hear in my head. We took to the ship and immediately found more of those house plants. Only real danger is when someone doesn't cover the less combat inclided in the group, Sir Ineptus left Miss tightbutt to fend for herself and the dang thing got a good hit on her. Me and captain immediately got their attention and they quickly fell. Now, these things can't hit like we can, but they got Sir Ineptus and captain a couple of times and were constricting them like a boa. We continued through the ship to only find more of these monsters. Now, ships have small doorways and we are a group of five and when Sir Ineptus got caught in the houseplant's again, I made two more doors for us to use. These water lodded walls easily crumble before a mighty follower of Kord. With a bit 10 ft at least section removed, we quickly took up flank and finished off the vines. Now, we have two finger wiglers with not a lot of fight left and we hope the center of this problem right below us. Hopefully, I will have actually lived and returned to the ship to have written this journal.

I will never understand why someone would want to go ashore just to sketch some old ruins but of course, our navigator, one of the people that we couldn't replace wanted to do just that. We made shore earlier on in the month along a jungle path. Now concidering we are experienced at dealing with monsters of all types, we were not worried, but Mr. map reader is not. Our first greeting from a local could have very easily made our travels very difficult. We got plenty that can crew a ship, I can read part of them, but that dam man must be reading somewhere else; he see's stuff that I would have never found myself. Our first encounter could have been very dangerous; a dreaded basilisk. Now, a follow of kord, these little things do not scare the likes of me, even with there stoning ability, but that dang Urol's is a different matter, I might not know magic, but even if statues can read a dang map, it's not going to be able to point us in the right direction, ever. Luckily, it only got look as us before it was chopped into sirlion.

I would have to say the scariest part came next, our navigator decided to go right becasue that was his dominant hand, he decided which direction we to ge based on his DOMINANT hand. The next time he says go right, I'm going to have to question his logic. Anyways, I don't know what it is, but another ball of snot, apparently called a gibbering mouther or something, I tend to fall asleep during our finger wigler's speaches on such things. Anyways, I think this one tried to talk to me, but if it was asking us to leave, it tasted like purple. Anyways, it was in the way, so it got the normal meat cleavers put up to it. I don't know the count from the last ball of snot, but this one must have had thousands of bones in it's little well house.

Now, my memory isn't too clear anymore from then on, seems the mummy rott I acquired to save the team has affected my memory I wasn't here from in on out so I decided that my character is having memory problems from the mummy rott he acquired We went left next and found a large recreation of a city on the floor. After the last ordeal, we were extra careful with our companion. As the tactical leader, I sent two of the crew forward to check the room, I sent the toilet paper reader and someone else, I can't seem to remember right now. They were checking for traps or ambush when a great wall of fire came out of the wall. The rest of the evening is a blur to me but I distinctly remember smelling cooked chicken and a hearing a crying Urol. My memory during the rest of that day is just about gone. Apparently, mummy rott can do that to you. Alright, I'll have to see if I can remember this later. Hopefully, this will not last.

I was only available to play for an hour or so before my girl friend called with news that her mom was in the hospital. They thought it was a stroke or heart attack but that came back negative. After the shamberling mound, my character was played for me by Cap'n Jose Monkamcuk. I will probably make a journal entry after work based on what I heard I did and what happened through his eyes

There is a way to post out of character comments with scripting. To start out of character text put [ o o c ] without any spaces in between it. To end ooc text, just put [ / o o c ].

In character posting looks like this
GIVE ME MORE ALE

Out of character posting looks like this
My character can have a conversation with a rock and it will understand

Seriously...Da Fighter...go find the Tordek D&D PSA about 'Dwarven Customs'. You Tube it, trust me.

Increadibly. That human, tordek, captured a dwarf almost perfectly. He needs to work on a couple things. If he only had another ale in that short a time, he would qualify for abilities that only a dwarf could get. And it looks like his elven women there made him shave within the last year. Still, impressive for a human. May his bear grow long and his evil knowledge of the truth of the elfs speard wide.

I, we have our stability alright, all that time on a ship. Need to keep from the crew not lucky enough to get some booty from a good woman. Not the treasure booty, that comes later, but the hammock breaking type in the middle of the night type. This dwarven body is great, I never felt so healthy and my endurance has never been better.

Now now, I'm told my personality is lacking, but I'm no ulgy fighter. ((MY charisma might be a 6, but my cummliness is not the same)). And who said I have a drinking problem. I drink plenty of ale (or better if it's around). Let me know who is saying that I don't drink enough, I'll whack overboard and just have to take their ration of ale for this voyage too.

Ho Hoy mattes. Now before I tell you about de other fellows, I have a secret to tell you; I'M A DWARF! I could tell it was going to be a bad day right from the start. I woke up extra early to peg the door to the noble guy in the bottom of the ship. First person to do that every day ends up a gold richer, not that the captain had anything to do with that. But that's a different story.

Anyhoo, I didn't get to it first, they caught me a net but captain was around so I didn't even get to wallop one of them for their trickery, captain insisted on doing it himself. Hearing that snob cry every morning is like having an extra ale for breakfast. The day was a boring one, most exciting that happened was a passenger had his chest ripped wide open and a big blue frog popped out nearly killed our the snob. The thought of not having any more entertainment was worth the risk. I was so happy for some walloping that the dang thing got me good and Sir Ineptus got the killing blow. And this was only in the first half of the day.

That night on the night watch, a big sticky ooze got the better of me. I hardly got started on him before he swallowed me and put me out. Another fellow member cast some reincarnating thing on me; that magic is crazy stuff. Guess Kord wasn't ready for me to go see him. Anyways, I woke up a Dwarf, not sure if this is good or bad. I miss ducking for doorways.

Alright, my crew.
There's Cap'n Jose Monkamuck, it's the best thing that could happen; he is a cleric of the great Kord and I get to help wallop the crew when they don't get to work fast enough when he is busy with the first mate.

Then there's Sir Ineptus, yeah he can kill things, but he always has his guts on the outside till someone sticks him back together. He always forgets what tactics are, charging ahead like he's Kord himself... oh well, gives us a couple extra seconds while they focus fire on his meat bag. Just like with our enemies, he rushes too much with the ladies. He asks the elf out several times a day. Amazing she hasn't done what always happens when he gets ahead of himself. I'm willing to bet 10 gold that within 2 months, she will.

And where would our group be without Lady Tightbutt. Till captain, she was our magical medic. What I can't heal with herbs and stuff, she did her finger waving with a stick to glue us back together. She is afraid of getting up with the action, but she has quite a punch with that magic of hers. That fireball and spider webbing she does are great tactical abilities for us. Not to mention her longbow that always seems to hit it's mark hard.

Last, we got our leopard of a finger wiggler. She does that stuff with nature and for some crazy reason, she doesn't keep any of the booty for herself. She gives it all to some charity. Now, if it was to the church of Kord, I could understand, but it's not. I could have bought two nice swords with the swag that she keeps throwing away like that. Can't be too hard on her, she did give me this second chance at live, mind you, I got a dwarf body cause of it. Depending on how this goes, I'll forgive her for this mix up; eventually.