Hate to skip a day on you, spellbook, but these things happen. Let's see if I can recall yesterday without passing out…
Oh yes, it started with another damn vision. Everyone else had it too. This time it was an elf woman on a deserted beach, mourning over a dead man. It may have been from the future, but as far as I know it happened centuries ago. Hrefna managed to get more out of it than I could. She left this morning for the north to visit her people about it, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Yesterday morning found us without Oda, as he had left to escort Hrogar back to Point of Origin. The rest of us went back to the valley as planned, sent the survivors back to their respective caveways, and set about locating and harvesting the herb that would keep Fflam from bugging out on us. Then, because fate hates a clean victory, a giant feral cat decided to eat us. After Alcander successfully mounted the thing (in the polite sense. I'm surprised too) and slayed it, we got on our way out just as the drums were starting up.
But that wasn't the really fun thing to happen. Apparently, when I was gathering herbs, I left my bag unattended long enough for a venomous snake to climb aboard. It poisoned me when I was rummaging around for my pajamas and left me barely able to stand.
So, I've been riding back to Izmir in the cart. All I can really do is sleep and write. Well, that and drink the bitter tea that Arcadius decided to bring along from town. Hooray.
And Fflam just started making clicking noises as he talks. Guess I should be grateful I'm better off.
Day 75
I have resolved myself to relearn Gnomish. I remember enough of the basic structure from my apprenticeship days under old man Warpspanner, and Stoikcha can act as a sounding board. At any rate, it beats thinking about the pain or that damn tea. Why the hells did Arcadius buy so much of the stuff i don't see him drinking it.
Day 78
I think I wrote the above bit last night. Damned if I can remember why.
Day 79
[Gnomish]Many long thinkings about "Moana" double-back. Head illusion of night waking belies thunder of a bad. Undertow of graves remain in healthy violation. Never more the creaking destined acquire. Never more the foot of a unbegoggled head.
Forever, educating body mine in glorious Gnome word are maneuvering in water forward. Present I am make surprising assault on Stoica with fluentics of ye.[/Gnomrish]
Okay. I said hello to Stoica; and that though I may be ill, I did not let that bother me. At least, I thought I said all that. She cheerfully (very, very cheerfully) started chatting rapidly (very, very rapidly) back at me in Gnomish with a big grin on her face. In fact she's still at it. I am barely able to catch every fourth word of it. Ah well, back to work.
Day 81
We've returned to Izmir. The cleric at the Temple of Thor was more than glad to purge what was left of the snake venom out of my system. Fflam is not so easy to cure however, as it requires a ceremony. He's gone off to pray until then. I'm going to enjoy sleeping in a stationary bed tonight.
Day 82
The ceremony was a success! We assisted Fflam in the final stage of the cleansing, which was like most of the things we've seen; creepy and violent. I really do not want to cross paths with that drow woman ever again. Fflam needs some well-deserved rest after that.
Went bar-hopping afterwards. Strange and unsettling news, as usual. No orcs in town, no rangers in town, no fish in the sea, and the entire population of a mountain town went missing a while ago. Since we have time before the rendezvous at the valley, we are going to check out the latter.
Day 83
Spent the day trying not to tally squirrels in my head.
Day 84
Reached the town today. Completely empty, with no sign of a battle. Really wish I could say this was the creepiest thing I've ever seen. Searching the area led to Alcander requesting of me to open a nondescript cabin door. In his own words, "just open a door." I told him if he wants a door open he can do it himself. Then he does, and acts like he just taught me a lesson. That boy isn't right.
We're setting up camp in the town, even though Arcadius says there's some residual magical aura in the area. Why, you may ask? Because why the hells not. We came all the way out here looking for trouble, damned if we're going to tiptoe around the place now.
Ye gods, no wonder St. Cuthbert's been laying on the visions.
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