BD 5x2 Journal - Chapter 4
Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2003 9:08 amEntry 25: Smudge
I woke up ‘ungry. I shur ‘ope we find us sum vendors soon, so we can git tools an’ food. Bandages would be gud, too. I cud stuff them into my ears so I wudn’t ‘ave ter lissen to that same pie-rate tune over an’ over. I wunder if the ‘unger is beginnin’ to ee-fect our judge-mint.
Wal, after a quick brick-fast a’ nothin’ atall, I wint ‘untin’ fer sumthin we cud kill. I found me a ad-ept mage an’ wuz bringin’ ‘im back ta us. I guess I played it too close, though, and I cudn’t git the shack door open an’ ‘e kilt me.
Guess the lack a’ food ain’t ee-fectin’ our judge-mint after all. It’s bad as always.
Entry 26: Homer
When I got the call I hurried to the door and collected Smudge’s belongings while I got the attention of the adept mage. I didn’t want to allow it to recuperate its magical powers and waste Smudge’s sacrifice. You see, the only way we defeat these magical types is to take all of the punishment they can dish out, until they run outta gas. That stings, let me tell you. When it gets too dangerous, you run away and heal a bit real quick.
In this case, the strategy worked well. Once the adept mage was out of magic he was out of luck and I killed him easily once it came to weapon combat. Then I moved on to stalking a marksman. That can be real painful, too. I got him, though. That was good, because I was running low on crossbow bolts.
Now I was starting to feel pretty tough. Maybe we were ready to take on something a bit more challenging. I wondered if pirate brutes were really SOO big a deal. I hunted one down and called him a placekicker to start a fight. HOLY COW! Bad idea! He whipped me like and egg in a blender. I got away with my life, but I established that we are nowhere near ready for brutes or bone dewds.
I was tracking a much more reasonable target, a brigand, when I came face-to-face with Emmitt. I knew there was someone with that name around, but until then, we knew nothing about him. My report on him is as follows: height, weight, and hair color- not noticed; occupation- powerful magic user; attitude- disagreeable. Again, I escaped a wiser man. It was getting dark, so I broke off the hunt and did some kindling collection by the light of campfires.
Entry 27: Smudge
Wudn’t yer jist know it? After gittin kilt by thet adept mage yestiddy, whut is the very first trail I pick up today? Yep. I ran over the bridge to a ‘ealer named Prudy, who was stationed in the middle of the road there. While I was gettin’ ‘ealed, thet stoopid adept mage threw sum kinda spell my way thet sorta caught Prudy, too. I am tellin’ yer, yer ain’t never seen nobuddy madder than that Prudy wuz right then. She took ‘er staff ta ‘im somethin’ fierce. I started ta leave the area. I mean, nor-mail-lee those ‘ealer types don’t last long fightin’ them pie-rate types. B’sides, all I was s’posed ta do wuz bring a critter back fer ol’ ‘omer ta kill. But I cud see Prudy was ‘oldin’ ‘er own wit’ the adept mage, an’ I jes dint ‘ave the ‘eart ta run off an’ leave ‘er. I still dint ‘ave no proper weapon (not fer me specialty, enny’ow), so I jes waded in wit’ me knife. Nobuddy was no more see-prized then me meself when the dust cleared an’ Prudy an’ me ‘ad kilt thet adept mage. It ‘ad a war ax an’ a purple potion an’ some kinda scroll (turned out jus’ tabee a mass curse scroll). I said “farewellâ€
I woke up ‘ungry. I shur ‘ope we find us sum vendors soon, so we can git tools an’ food. Bandages would be gud, too. I cud stuff them into my ears so I wudn’t ‘ave ter lissen to that same pie-rate tune over an’ over. I wunder if the ‘unger is beginnin’ to ee-fect our judge-mint.
Wal, after a quick brick-fast a’ nothin’ atall, I wint ‘untin’ fer sumthin we cud kill. I found me a ad-ept mage an’ wuz bringin’ ‘im back ta us. I guess I played it too close, though, and I cudn’t git the shack door open an’ ‘e kilt me.
Guess the lack a’ food ain’t ee-fectin’ our judge-mint after all. It’s bad as always.
Entry 26: Homer
When I got the call I hurried to the door and collected Smudge’s belongings while I got the attention of the adept mage. I didn’t want to allow it to recuperate its magical powers and waste Smudge’s sacrifice. You see, the only way we defeat these magical types is to take all of the punishment they can dish out, until they run outta gas. That stings, let me tell you. When it gets too dangerous, you run away and heal a bit real quick.
In this case, the strategy worked well. Once the adept mage was out of magic he was out of luck and I killed him easily once it came to weapon combat. Then I moved on to stalking a marksman. That can be real painful, too. I got him, though. That was good, because I was running low on crossbow bolts.
Now I was starting to feel pretty tough. Maybe we were ready to take on something a bit more challenging. I wondered if pirate brutes were really SOO big a deal. I hunted one down and called him a placekicker to start a fight. HOLY COW! Bad idea! He whipped me like and egg in a blender. I got away with my life, but I established that we are nowhere near ready for brutes or bone dewds.
I was tracking a much more reasonable target, a brigand, when I came face-to-face with Emmitt. I knew there was someone with that name around, but until then, we knew nothing about him. My report on him is as follows: height, weight, and hair color- not noticed; occupation- powerful magic user; attitude- disagreeable. Again, I escaped a wiser man. It was getting dark, so I broke off the hunt and did some kindling collection by the light of campfires.
Entry 27: Smudge
Wudn’t yer jist know it? After gittin kilt by thet adept mage yestiddy, whut is the very first trail I pick up today? Yep. I ran over the bridge to a ‘ealer named Prudy, who was stationed in the middle of the road there. While I was gettin’ ‘ealed, thet stoopid adept mage threw sum kinda spell my way thet sorta caught Prudy, too. I am tellin’ yer, yer ain’t never seen nobuddy madder than that Prudy wuz right then. She took ‘er staff ta ‘im somethin’ fierce. I started ta leave the area. I mean, nor-mail-lee those ‘ealer types don’t last long fightin’ them pie-rate types. B’sides, all I was s’posed ta do wuz bring a critter back fer ol’ ‘omer ta kill. But I cud see Prudy was ‘oldin’ ‘er own wit’ the adept mage, an’ I jes dint ‘ave the ‘eart ta run off an’ leave ‘er. I still dint ‘ave no proper weapon (not fer me specialty, enny’ow), so I jes waded in wit’ me knife. Nobuddy was no more see-prized then me meself when the dust cleared an’ Prudy an’ me ‘ad kilt thet adept mage. It ‘ad a war ax an’ a purple potion an’ some kinda scroll (turned out jus’ tabee a mass curse scroll). I said “farewellâ€