Days like this make me wonder if the god of Irony (or goddess could be either) follows us around, or maybe one that like to keep us humble or something.. is there a trickster god?
We escape the bard’s holy homeland of frost and end up killing the pets of some creature on our way out. We did not attack first but we get the blame. Some of us get housework duty (Not that I was against it.. I have been a maid before) while some of us try to get some forest booty. Glad Foolship got that “fixed” because it was awkward to be around him. He could of taken an ogre at the ankles just by turning.
Missed ladies night again at the Palace (That’s a bar/casino/bank) but due to some prior dealing that numbskull putz got his oh so precious armor jacked by birdman bunglers. I think I was ready for a fight or at least hoping on it. I can’t remember to much had a lot of booze that night, woke up under the bed half dressed. Need to file a complaint or something, I think someone watching the storage got paid off.
Now it Barovia (I got that right?) home of vampires, undead, and ghoulies galore. We are here at the behest of those wanting their counts rule to end. One of the spellflingers contacts pulled us here into the shadowfell. I’ll be the first to admit the dark and gloomy is a bit more my style but the beef jerky people coming after you really does grate someone nerves down. On a side note the spellflinger gut bitten by a vampire.. dunno if they means she’s gonna turn or if that was a noon time snack thing. I know nothing of the legends of the pale emo ones safe sunlight seems to pis them off.
Odd days ahead odd days behind.. story of our lives…