DAY
SEVENTY-ONE: We’re all alive and accounted for aside from one zombie. So our plan has worked
and the Dire Gophers are backing off. There’s a downside though.
Even now the sounds of a dire gopher suffering some serious indigestion
can be heard echoing through the caverns. Ewww! |
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DAY
SEVENTY-THREE: There’s a pool going with the party now. The further we travel down the more
we’re guessing we’re either going to stumble across a dwarven settlement
or the Balrog. Personally the way our luck goes I’m guessing Balrog,
but I’m not really sure if this world has one of those. |
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DAY
SEVENTY-FIVE: Okay... who would have guessed what we stumbled upon? Apparently this Paladin
with a Bat motif has a base in a cavern we stepped into, and he
was none to pleased about having guests. On the bright side, the
throwing weapon I pulled out of my leg looks really neat. I think
I’ll keep it as a souvenir. |
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DAY
SEVENTY-SIX: There's three dozen of us down here. You'd think our numbers would be large
enough to stomp on a guy with a bat fetish, but no, he was kicking
all our butts. Even those that don't have any, like Johnny Five-Eyes.
Didn't seem to see that Dire Gopher though, poor ninja bastard.
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