Journal Posts

Macross cringed as the genie raced out the door. It was kind of rude, actually, after having been freed from a thousand years of imprisonment he hadn’t even said, “Thank you,” but had just raced off bragging about destruction and revenge. No good was going to come of it. Macross could see it now, a formal invitation from the King of Evil Genies arriving for him at the New Cathedral of Saint Cuthbert in Verbobonc to celebrate his coronation. He’d probably get RSVP’d next to the bitch Queen herself.

He’d just blame it on Baldomero. No one would even raise an eyebrow.

Well it may just be worse than I thought. The road clearly shows a wider track than 20 feet. The estimates of 2000 Heavy Foot are off by a factor of three times upward. We're looking at a full legion of soldiery. Verbobonc cannot support that many soldiers, and I don't see a baggage train to feed them either. Orcs are well known to eat anything.

A giant on the road, not subject to a mage's sleep spell and packs of riding wolves showing up on the roads. We need to slip the noose closing in. I hadn't wanted to head overland but the roads seem to be cut off.

To top it off, Baldomero the Sanctimonious Rascal is starting to make some sense. By Olidammara, it IS worse than I thought.

Macross could see the signs. He looked at the normal places that the beggars would have been working and noticed there weren’t as many as there should have been. But what was truly telling was the lack of familiar faces. These guys were all new or junior guildsmen. Bad sign. When the senior guildsmen are laying low something was in the making and it could not be positive for the cause. Shit!

The plan had been to go over the wall into the docks and find Fuliarro, but it was starting to look like a one way trip out of the city until things cooled off. Maybe even a change to get out sooner than planned. I feel the trap closing and only a fool would stay to watch his own death.

I knew better than to get angry with Baldomero about attracting attention to the cause. He was just doing what he felt was needed. But it was bad joss or fortune to give up so much anonymity when it could be avoided. Especially when it was clear that there were forces in action more powerful than we could deal with ourselves.

Spiders don’t flourish during Fireseek, and certainly not in such large quantities in an alleyway. It is a sign of danger we need to heed. The guard is going to be seething at the insult and loss of face from the incident. The Spider Queen and her minions are on the move and the zone is Hot. We need to get out and let their wrath fall upon the stone walls of the city. We need to get out!