These documents are very special, they must not be seen by the wrong person, if you are not the intended recipient or have unlawfully obtained these documents, then you must destroy them.
Hall of Pleasures
What can I say, the trek up to the mountains was arduous? Cayden only knows. However at the Aspodell Mountains, we went vacationing in the land there -- persuading a bunch of snub-nosed elves that the giants were particularly fond of perishing this season.
In the mountain itself, our adventure started with a course to make that would take us deep within the peaks heart. We commenced on a route that would take us through, finding a door without further ado. It was puzzling until the orc alchemist knew, to place the pearl acquired anew into a secret place that the scrolls I held described, causing the door to swing wide.
Our party of seven tramped right on through, coming to a room without any view. Filled with junk it was, I can't say enough. This room was packed so full of stuff. Some monsters with their blue hair did give a halfling a scare! He fell into a pit, whereupon I did laugh, but yelling , I threw my chakram, but missed the monster's scarf.
Recouping our losses, the dwarves made way, one of them becoming famous by the spirit of Torvic Scrathmane, as a drinker of ale. Our parties one leader, this halfling, running around, made his way through until, past the room filled with junk and blue haired creatures, we came to a hall with a mysterious sound.
The Gallery of Nightmares was no more, now we had found ourselves in a giant and vast hall. The Hall of Pleasure, I felt a dance's call.
The orcs rushed to the forefront of the fray, hitting almost every single obstacle on their way. This woman, a sorcerer no doubt, threw a look that cast no one to doubt. The orc alchemist and the orc monk parried and struck at her; she was not amused. She called forth some strange power that did create a blast, knocking everything 60 feet in it's path.
Two dwarves; and two orcs in our party; a cleric as well; oh and a halfling, you could tell. Then there was I, Rodren, a fighter brave -- who swooped through this nightmare without getting scathed.
This unpleasant witch, I took my time to reach her. I took my time as I knew no glitch. This Hall of Pleasures; it was time for my dance. Gracefully swooping & dodging without a second glance; I zig-zagged across that long hall, until I jumped up on a table without so much as a stall. I grimaced when I did not have my line of sight -- |the cleric blocked my chakram with his height|. I moved till I was ready to charge & to strike. The alchemist had a moment, as Dr. Jekyll, or was it Mr. Hyde? After my hit, the alchemist did decide the b+*!+es life, she fell to the ground, and her spirit did arise.
What a note; what a chord! The dance had come to an end, now that her spirit had soared.
Thus ends this tale of this full moon day, please stay tuned for more is on its way.
Last Thursday was kinda tough. Three Thursdays ago, my dad expected me home at eleven, and was very annoyed when I arrived half an hour later.
I was unable to get any action in last Thursday as Dad's dog, Tara passed away in Phoenix. While Dad drove to Phoenix, he left me a voice mail asking me to be back home by ten o'clock Since it takes me roughly an hour to cycle home, I had to leave at the early time of nine o'clock.
This Thursday, I expect to cycle straight from college to our GM's place so I can arrive on time at seven. I also expect Dad to give me and my bike a ride home. So, there is no need for you, GM to worry about that.
I thank you for the games that you have hosted so far because I appreciate them. If you get a chance you may read the post on the chronicles of my character, Rodren de Pippin.
Sincerely
Jack