We established that the cleric was a devotee of Zon Kothon
(another one), and that he had not been down the elevator the gun nut had last
been seen descending. His demon woman
had a thing for the warrior’s woman and started flirting with her, quite
aggressively, but only seemed to scare the poor woman. This is clearly what comes of not being good
looking enough. Given his woman’s
response, the warrior backed off the demon.
We also established that the savage warrior who had followed us was
still an utter jerk. He stood watching,
hoping to see how we comported ourselves.
Presumably in the hope that we would all die a horrible, horrible
death. He was quite antagonistic,
typical of savages and warriors alike but we didn’t rise to his barbs and he
soon shut up.
A few minutes after we managed to calm everyone and
everything down, the tentacles returned to their pool, and everything became
peaceful once more. I figured that
trying to be a bit quiet would be a good option (an opinion backed up by the
Zon Kothon cleric, although clearly everyone would heed my advice) and so we
all moved towards the elevator, as quietly as possible. For some of the better looking party members,
being quiet, like everything else, comes easily. The warrior struggled a bit, as did the
clerics, but we managed to lower ourselves down the lift without re-summoning
the tentacles.
We found little down there except for the gun nut and some
magic globe. The magic globe was some
kind of scrying device, but also the source of the mark of what’s-his-name that
we need to go the next band of savages to get our truth-speaker. Several of us picked up the mark, although
some (particularly the warrior) apparently found the experience sufficiently
taxing that they found themselves unable to concentrate afterwards, and were
suffering from various degrees of bleeding from the ears. The assorted band of clerics sorted them out
in no time, and we headed back upstairs to loot yesterday’s corpses. We then slept and were ready to head of
bright and early the next day. I was
even able to rouse myself before 11:00 am, despite my bard’s protests, and we
departed. She’s an amusing one, but
struggles to see that we are on a mission, and thus I can’t simply spend all my
time in bed with her. Especially when
that “bed” is a couple of bedrolls on a cold, hard, stone floor. I guess I can understand it though, if I were
confronted by someone as outrageously, really, really, really, ludicrously
good-looking as myself I may struggle to see anything beyond sleeping with them
as a priority. We were only slightly
delayed by the need to return a cursed whip to where we had looted it from, as
its curse was impacting on the health of the gun nut. Fortunately, our archer has her flying mount
with her, and was able to manage this with minimal delay.
We soon arrived at
the moon clan’s camp site. We were met
by a group of scouts, all female warriors (hooray, another society run by the
illogical, emotional gender – damned savages) who recognised our mystical
symbols and escorted us to their tribal camp site. Unfortunately, these women had discovered
that the building at the centre of their life at this location had been
occupied, while abandoned by the savages (flaw in policy here?), by some kind
of hideous beast. Naturally, since the
women were unable to handle it, we were happy to. It was pretty ugly, but we overcame it
quickly and with relative ease, after which the women were happy to put in a
good word for us with the clan chiefs. A
big celebration followed the arrival of the rest of the clan, with the
highlight being four-arms’ feeble attempts at picking up. I mean really, as a hero to the savages,
having defeated the nasty monster, it shouldn’t be all that difficult, but then
I guess he isn’t quite the looker he thinks he is, but his technique reflects
his crazy belief. It’s wonderful,
travelling with two ugly people who genuinely both believe that they are great
looking. They don’t even recognize their
shortfalls in appearance when confronted by people like my bard girl and me – I
mean, she’s gorgeous, and my good looks are really bordering on the obscene.
And the truth-speaker was happy to come along to witness the
rebirth of someone as a savage.
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