“Well, we found where the next statue is, I guess. In the middle of a lake. Great. Well, we headed back to Alton’s place to get some rest. At least my head hurt a lot less in the morning. The spike, at least, I still got a headache from Eldeth who really can’t leave well enough alone I guess. Damn it, I don’t go complaining whenever she starts frothing at the mouth again, do I? IF SHE KNOWS WHAT’S GOOD FOR HER, SHE’LL STOP POKING HER UGLY DWARF NOSE WHERE IT DOESN’T BELONG, BEFORE I CUT IT OFF. She did seem genuinely concerned though, but to be fair I wouldn’t really know what to tell her anyway, I barely understand any of it myself.
Anyway, we needed a boat to get to the bloody island. So, to the harbour. Turns out the lot of ’em there are all cowards, and no one would ferry us to the island. Bunch of moaning and whining really. I COULD HAVE GIVEN THEM A GOOD REASON TO BE AFRAID. BUT NOT YET. HE IS NOT READY YET. … Err, yeah, anyway, after a bit of pushing one of them decided to find his spine and take us to the island.
Turns out the island isn’t really an island, but a full blown keep. As we approached the docks, one of the snipers almost took out one of the crewmen. Eldeth protected the crew while Aviendha, the poncy elf and mysekf decided to give the bastards a taste of their own medicine. As for the mute, he was doing some circus act. Bit strange but eh. THE COWARDS HID BEHIND THEIR LITTLE WALL. THREE OF THEM DIED SCREAMING ALL THE SAME. THE FOURTH RAN SCREAMING. NOT QUITE AS AMUSING. Well, we managed to get the boat to the dock. Time to sack a keep.
Over the wall we went, and I was going to open the gate for Miss Prissy Pants who didn’t want her damn gown to get dirty when Eldeth got mauled by some dogs. Fuck that, she can climb the wall like the rest of us. Went to kill the dogs and their handlers. Not so tough without a wall. We went on to check the place; found a kitchen and the keep’s fort, which had a pretty weird lock. Well, no key, no luck, so we went on with our search and guess what, we found a bunch of city guard in the barracks. Probably not really city guard eh, shooting at us law abiding folks. I BATHED IN THEIR BLOOD, FEEDING ON THEIR LIFE FORCE. I CAN FEEL MY POWER GROWING. Turned out they weren’t really city guard, their leader was some kind of weird shape shifter. He did have the key to the lock in the keep though, so all’s good.
We went down into the dungeon below the keep. Seemed clean enough, really, must have really good cleaners down here. Heh. The mute decided to do a bit of scouting, into a bloody goo cube. Looked like it hurt. He managed to get through it though, while we hacked at it. Easy enough to hit. Sort of like jello, really. Anyway, around the corner we found two of the damnable spirit things we fought before, and a statue that came to life. SUCH AN EXOTIC ESSENCE. I CARESSED IT WITH A GENTLE CURSE, AND THEN HACKED IT TO BITS OF STONE. SUCH AN EXQUISITE FLAVOUR. Guess the statue was a bit crumbly. Also, good news! The poncy elf actually found a spell that seems to do anything useful! She summoned a bolt of thunder which blew up one of the spirits. My head’s still ringing though.
And there it was, the next statue! Oh, right, and there was this six legged cat like thing with tentacles as well. Shifty thing, that, couldn’t quite see where it was. AGAIN, THE ACCURSED HALFBREED THIEF STOLE THE STATUE. TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE THE STATUES FROM HIM. I CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER. Had a good bash at the beast, as well, bit of luck really to hit it squarely but in the end it did go down all the same. So, time to head home.
Then, someone snuck up on me and hit me over the head. I lashed out at it with the fire thing, which felt strangely satisfying. Funny, though, everyone else was fumbling about. Like they were all struck blind… I was going to slash the prick open who hit me, but as I turned my limbs turned to lead; I couldn’t move… There was this annoying, familiar whistling. Guess who. Fucking Alton Danesh had been playing us for chumps. When I get out of here, I will cut him up, I swear it. BY THE NINE HELLS, I SWEAR IT. I WILL GUT HIM, STRING HIM UP BY HIS BALLS AND PARADE HIS HEAD THROUGH THE STREETS. I WILL… NO… IT CANNOT BE… HE CANNOT BE… NO… NO!