(hastily scrawled note)
I feel... odd.
I'm not sure if it is the accursed amulet, or some other effect, but I am not quite myself. Not that the slain evildoer deserved better, but I'm not sure what possessed me to use his corpse as a means to set off magical defenses in the circle. Pelor forgive me! May his soul find redemption for his deeds in life.
And the cannon...
The less said the better. I suspect the enemy, or at least all but the mightiest or most foolish of them, have fled far from the range of our efforts. Still Sztuczka is enjoying herself mightily, and that is something.
Ragnarr has an odd expression on his face.
Lord Pelor, clear my mind!
*A*
Friday, October 22, 2010
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