The carnage amongst the beasts of burden was horrendous.
On Sun, 8 Sep 2019, 18:51 Posh-Tim, <monkeysthesecond@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Noooo! Not the donkeys! :'(
On Sun, 8 Sep 2019, 18:16 James Atkinson, <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
From the journal of the adventurer Serenity
It was upon a cold morning that we set off to reexamine the glassy black
structure that we happened upon shortly after my arrival to this new land.
I must confess, the enthusiastic wonderment of a land new, and full of
opportunities has waned somewhat. It may be due to the lost of contact with
my Deva guide, and my divine patron Yasmir. I worry that I may need to head
for home soon if lest my distance from them becomes permanent.
Today started with some excitement, as a shipment of goods I ordered from
the mainland, of which at the time I thought to be of sound investment,
arrived.
Now to the job of writing down my newest experiences, today I met a new
inhabitant of the island, Tusk, a Goliath and a pleasant enough fellow.
Together with Tiscan, and The Goatherd. We made good speed and had only
minor difficulty getting to the tower.
Then things went south.
We entered the tower without difficulty, and after a short investigation,
Tiscan found a trapdoor, as a precautionary measure, we brought in my cart,
as well as mine and Goatherds donkeys, this turned out to be..... Somewhat
of a disastrous decision. For when the trapdoor opened, we became
surrounded and completely off guard, by fouls specters and a banshee.
Suffice to say things did not go well, and we were lucky to make it out
with our skins intact. Our Animals were not so lucky.
We fled to safe ground to collect ourselves and resolved to return to the
site of our defeat, this time forewarned and thus forearmed.
Our return was far more fortuitous, we dispatched the enemy, and I must
note as I never thought a thing possible, but the way Tusked moved during
this fight will be a sight I will not soon forget, as it seemed like he
just couldn't possibly be touched by the shrieking specters that surrounded
and slashed at him in a frenzy. The Goatherd fought with a zeal and refused
to back down, no matter the cost. Tiscan and I provided support as we
could, and as the banshee turned her hideous, hateful wrath toward me,
Tiscan held her in place for me to finish her tormented existence.
We won the day, and found a small cache of valuables.
I need to buy some more donkeys.
