Sztu: 150 (again)

You'd think, if you were fey of heritage, you would be weary of iron. We learned today that that is not the case. Jacob transported us through the iron grate and subsequently lost all his powers due to the iron now surrounding him.

I'm not even going to pretend to understand what exactly passed today. We found more hallways in the iron, an iron golem, and some sort of elemental. We managed to release the elemental without awakening the golem. The elemental thingy then negotiated with the mute to free us, while freeing itself.

Of course, we hadn't gotten Fflam through, so he was left to guard the other side of the iron grate, along with the orby-floating-shiny-thing from the room of energy. When the mists started to come, he managed to somehow boulder us in... with the mist.

Apparently this cave is the source of the mist! Jacob blasted through the boulder and got us out. We were able to get back into the town by showing them blood. Ugh. Never could stand the real thing.

I'm not sure how much more of this epic adventuring I can take. It's one thing to sing songs of ill-fated love or glorious battles and heroic deeds of old... but to see people (or elves) that you care about fall in battle, that's another thing! Adventuring is not all we bards make it seem. I am almost ready to find a patron and spend some time living in a steady place, with servants, food, and gaity. The gravity of this is almost too much for my little heart.

As a side note: We met a Cleric of Pelor and travelling companion, a mage or wizard, I never caught which. Ragnar and Chris. Such a plain name, Chris. Though we shall forgive him that. They are both generous indeed! I played well and Chris generously tipped me gold, while the Cleric bought me a drink! They seem like lovely fellows. I am afraid I shan't be around to get to know them much better.