DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN: They keep advancing and we keep retreating further and further up this thing.
At first we just figured we’d reach the top and then fight like
caged rats and then the Forces of Light surprised us and set fire
to the base of the trebuchet. Didn’t see that one coming, but then
again who does expect to get burned to death? On the bright side
that’ll kill us before the collapse of this thing does.
DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT EVENING: As the sun goes down we can see the flames all the better, especially since
they’re getting closer and closer. Oh there’s so much I wanted
to do with my life and being burned alive wasn’t one of them. Actually
a surprising amount of them involved the Orge Nurse. *sniffle*
DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHT NIGHT: At least I think it's night. There's smoke blocking out pretty much everything,
except for the guy that keeps checking his watch.
DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE MORNING: Sometimes things can go so wrong that only a freak happenstance can save your
ass, and in this case... I couldn’t think of anything freakier!
DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE AFTERNOON: Did you know that sometimes to add weight to a structure; the goblins will fill
in the holes with gunpowder and nails? Me neither. I wonder if
the Forces of Light did, because soon after we got off the burning
structure we heard a boom like you wouldn’t believe. Also, Lahr’s
got a nail stuck in him.
DAY
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE: We’ve taken a couple days to rest and regroup and we’ve found that our group
is now 27 members strong. So it looks like it’s time to start recruiting!
Did you know that even fantasy worlds have job fairs? Well I sure
didn’t.
DAY
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-TWO: On the one side we have a local cleric’s guild and on the other a baker’s guild.
They both have Booth babes, where as we have... they just sent us...
well... you just have to look.
DAY
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE MORNING: Great news! We’ve gotten three people to join today! And even better yet, none
of them are starting level! As if I know what that meant.
DAY
ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE EVENING: Bad news, our fourth joiner is a gelatinous cube. I wonder if he absorbs their
levels along with the flesh and bone?