Journal of Lt. Tupper, Day 207-210

Day 210
Yesterday was... interesting.

So we found an abandoned underground holy site yesterday, with rocks that radiated wrongness. As we began to explore this temple of elemental evil, we came across a locked door with a smiley jenk poison trap still armed; one that I triggered when I picked it. After Ragnar roused me, I proceeded to step on a floorplate when I went into the room to investigate. Then there was the spike pit trap that I narrowly avoided getting impaled in. And the ancient disease I caught when Arcadius blew the dust off a pet's food bowl. And the magical trap that caught my hair on fire. And the poison gas trap that Fflam accidentally triggered which knocked out the wizard and I for half a day. To top it off, my fingers are sore.

But today, today was much better, oh yes. Today I found a room filled wall-to-wall with floorplates which protected a room with a crusher ceiling, the door to which now has the business end of my favorite lockpicks stuck in its lock. Happy godsdamn birthday. On the other hand, we have located and subsequently disabled an old base of those coral-quartz bastards. We also found a magical tome, a vial of magical holy water, and a round magical black thing. And I still have my backup lockpicks, so I guess the past few days haven't been a total wash. Still, I would like a day or two of rest now.