Dear Valakis and all my stuff... how are you? I am fine.
So I'm naked as a jaybird, huddled under a shield, doing my best impression of a pile of rocks. These skeletons probably have rocks rattling around in their skulls anyway, so I don't imagine they can tell the difference. Speaking of which, do I have enough rocks? I have a feeling I'll need a fair number of rocks before this is over... or maybe something resembling a blackjack.

I'm waiting for Reverend Doubletree to make his way over and ask his Lady to please knit me up yet again. Seems like it would be easier to cut out the middleman, but I'm not really on a first name basis with any divinities... that I know of. I will say that his sermons are interesting… vaguely nostalgic, though I surely don't remember much of what worship was like in my old village. I don't really know what to think about it, but it's not an unwelcome sort of thing. It's common courtesy to listen respectfully, anyway.

Considering that I've already been brought back from the brink twice more than my guildmates would have done, I'm inclined to think over my loyalties for a tick. I've always taken comfort in the structure and order of the guild… giving thrill to my life, with slightly less risk of the noose… but maybe mercenary work with a small group like this is a better fit. I seem to have fallen in with a goodly enough lot, so that's a start.

I think back to those children slain in the street by the local 'authorities', and while I don't thirst for those guards' blood like a certain pointy implement, I wish I could have at least considered doing something about it. The fact that I accepted it as a matter of course… not something I was afraid to oppose, but just the way the city works… bothers me. I'll have to listen a bit harder (no, not to you... to that holy stuff), and see where my conscience takes me. Maybe I should just tender my resignation and see if my new comrades would take me on full time… always assuming I'm still breathing at that point?

After all, they clearly need someone to spring traps for them, and get around where they can't. I can't imagine we would've gotten through that room with the rats so easily without my little dance through the vorpal pendulums, and that trick with the rope bridge. True, it took me two tries to find the 'safer' path out of the room with the demon-doors, but no one actually got squished by the falling ceiling. It's certainly not my fault everyone else is so tall!

I guess you could say the room with the ochre jelly was my bad also, but it was quite heartening to see the others come down after me. I certainly wasn't having much luck with my rocks. I think I need an enchanted sling, or a dagger that comes back to me when I throw it… or a sword that doesn't hate me… but I digress.

Anyway, I hope you're doing well. Maybe you're off enjoying yourself, murdering folk who murder other folk, stopping them from doing any further murder upon the persons of others. Tell my stuff I said hi, and I miss them; especially Lucy… she's my favorite knife.
Session: Mists of Madness Part 2. - Wednesday, Jun 06 2012 from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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