The day of the fight between summoned monsters and our paladin has arrived. We go shopping to look for any spells or items that may help us, boosted by divvying out the party pool. The split isn't equal, though, as Skelra has to pay for my busted front door, and gem-encrusted adamantium doesn't come cheap. […]
The day before we're putting Ganelon in to the gladiator arena to fight some summoned monsters, we are having dinner in the inn when a stranger approaches us. He introduces himself as '... Youvegototbekiddingme'. 'That's a curious name, sir. Is it Orcish?' 'No, I'm, uh, Mantrithor Thrax', he says, stumbling over his name again but […]
We're entering ourselves in to a kind of gladiatorial combat, but we're not entirely sure why. We tracked down the bust of a pathfinder—which is actually the pathfinder himself, turned to stone and missing some parts—to the owner of the gladiator arena, and then wondered what we were meant to do next. A bit of […]
The ranger's back, and he gets updated. 'I don't know what you were told, but everything that was on Slain by Elf last week was true. '...which has got to be a first in its eight year history.' Oh yeah. I'm becoming legitimate, bitches!