Just for fun.

by Nyneva

Nyneva looked down at her goo soaked hands, she was reeling little from the rush of excitement. Staring into the eyes of a giant spyder, one might think a maiden fair would grown weak in the knees. But for Nyneva it was the thrill of having outwitted the crawlies. Barely.

Scratching out her notes on her paper, she was barely able to contain herself.

“Dryad, a disgustingly beautiful and evil minx has captured the brave Rolando and while he may think he has the better end of it, he will end up, as we have seen with the poor half brained sod, Garlick or Garnick. I can never remember. We found this out by means of a beermaid at the inn who wondered why we had not been sitting with our friend who had come in upon our horse. This of course, brought Kailan about. He cares more for his horse and his own hide. Spare the rod and spoil the child…

As we finally discovered the man who had Kailan’s horse rode to the Keep while it was still in its infancy. But he had been swayed by a dryad and only let go for new and lovelier ground to plow in our brave Rolando.”

Nyneva nibbled a little on the end of her stylus trying to assuage her fury at the creature.

“We went to the place from which Garnick had come and when we had finally brought the Dryad from her tree, she bewitched our Rue and Fletch. Doreen proved herself worthy with the bow and a righteous female when she shot her betrothed in the rear for his duplicity. In the meantime, Fletch was taken into the Dryad’s domain and when she returned for Rue, I was ready with a bloody badger in hand to slap her full of muddy entrails. She retreated back and dumped Fletch at our feet. We women will never reveal to Fletch why he was rejected by the Dryad. He may get a notion to return as he’s none to bright in that respect.

After smacking trees a bit, we discovered which one Rolando is trapped in. When we find the right wizard, we will have him released. Right now, we have to kill a giant spider who lives in the forest. Who tried to sneak up on me. Who tried to cow me. Who we set on fire. Who ran away.”

Smiling down at the writing, Nyneva closed her eyes and said a prayer.

Oh great and wonderful, mighty and magnificent Benyar! For your glory, we will kill that nasty bug. Send me the wisdom, strength and a bit of luck and it will be done!

by Dumbarton Oaks

We did a lot of shopping.

There was some to-do about a bow. I only got the gist of it but it was splendidly entertaining all the way through.

Oh! We have a new job. Seems a fellow disappeared with a cursed jewel. He’s to be detained and the jewel recovered. This is exactly the sort of opportunity I need to distinguish myself and establish a somewhat more significant reputation.

I’m a better-trained wizard now. I learned Sleep.

I do feel somewhat bad about the dwarf.

[Note to self: Buy more flour. And lots of lamp oil!]

By Nyneva

“My gawd is great, mighty is his power…” Nyneva ended her prayer ritual chant and got up from her knees at the Temple of Benyar. It was, she thought, by the grace of Benyar that we survived the melee with not one but two Ogres and a black bear. Looking down into her hand she was still holding the one claw nail that she planned to put into a necklace. It was a good kill. There would be plenty of meat for the party and plenty of honor and glory as well… glory and honor for Benyar’s might.

Sitting down, she pulled out the stylus and paper and went began her notes:

What an odd experience. I am growing used to them. Before setting out, we sold what valuables we could from our previous score to the lisping, one-legged merchant. This allowed us to gather our small but growing party money together to purchased  some supplies, notably a new cart to haul things about in.  Then we set out to our claim.

With our revived Doaks among us again, we prevailed over the Ogres and bear and were rewarded with gold and silver and copper and even hard silver end electrum. There was the whiskey… which kept Doaks warm last night. Oh last night…

It was probably more of a story for the others. For me? I did my clerical duty and spent it cold and huddled up in the cart with my fallen friend, Sondra, and Kailan who managed to make a good show of his butchering skills. Gawd knows his other skills are useless in melee. Someone needs to teach him how to shoot a bow and arrow. The water spray from the falls chilled me to the bone. Doaks was sent inside to see if he could convince them to open the gate and disappeared…Well, I forgot. I shan’t again.

Sending the others out into the dark to gather wood was a bad idea, it seems. They come back with bald halflings fiances.  I’m interested to know how this came about, still. If she robs from him, I’ll laugh.

Speaking of robbing, the gold which we found in the possession of the first ogre was actually copper painted gold. We have hidden this and need to find a way to clean it before others claim us to be the forgers. This would prove terrible for us. Benyar guide us to help us locate this cleansing agent.

The bow which we took from the Ogre had a name inscribed upon it, Thorgomrin. My friends who I sent into the woods for firewood stumbled upon a friend of this Thorgomrin at the half priced halfing whore tent city. We have not told him the truth about the things we found which were Thorgomrin’s but also belonged to Hawke, so he calls himself, Sparrow Hawke. Investigation, I believe, must take place. This ring of forgery mystery grows deeper and deeper.

Praise Benyar, his might, and pray that he sends his crows, Mishap and Circumstance, to guide watch over us and confuse our enemies. Note  I said confuse enemies … I think I need to pray more.

March Fo(u)rth for GM’s Day!