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Fiend-- Week 19

Day One Hundred Twenty-SevenDAY 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 EveningDAY 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 NightDAY 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 MorningDAY 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 AfternoonDAY 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-OneDAY 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-TwoDAY 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 MorningDAY 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 EveningDAY 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?
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