My leg won’t stop screaming at me. Damn dog took a chunk out. And here the day started out pretty well.
We hauled our loot into the Vine-Tower. Not just in, of course, but up top where the shadow vines don’t grow. No problem getting through this time. Even Nessy’s new mutt easily made the climb.
Up top we swapped stories while we nibbled at the rabbit meat Anna gave us. No one dug into the goblin-fare we’d gotten but that’d come. There was plenty of other bits that were better. I finally got a real dagger. Not one of the piss-ant little blades that could shear a sheep if you worked at it, but something with a real edge. I tried it out on finishing up my sling and it worked fine for cutting a cup. A little sharpening couldn’t hurt though, and once I get used to the weight it’ll be like one of my fingers.
The only trouble in the night came when I woke to find the dog nosing into the sack under my back, the one with all our food. I pulled my knife and it sulked away. Nessy better teach it right or it’ll get worse next time.
Morning was morning. Oz went down and started splashing about in the water. A bath? Already? I’d gotten my fill of that when I’d floated down from the village in those coffins. There were fish in the water though and Dast, who would never need a bath, tried to catch them up in a piece of fabric we’d gotten from the goblins. Apparently since he couldn’t make a hammock out of it, he’d chosen to do a net. No luck though, but funny to watch a ghost try.
Still weird having him around. As weird as things get in a tumble down city where shadows and goblins and strange portals gather Still couldn’t get over that one that took us to the creepy garden where Oz blasted that zombie to bits. Felt odd, me not panicking when it happened, but I guess I’m getting used to all this. In a way, this is better than home.
I snatched up Corrin’s spear while he started cooking us up some breakfast, went down to spear some fish. Couldn’t find a big one but Oz did, a bass as long as his cock. Now, I don’t know much but that man is hung low enough to startle a horse. Funny too, have to give him that. Back at the villages, he’d have no trouble getting and keeping a wife.
We talked while we ate. Good food, good ideas. I was all for going back to the inn, the haunted inn, we had passed earlier. I’d seen skeletons drinking in there. Real, animated bones. Nessy was all for that but Oz and Corrin wanted to check out this huge tree down the way. Acorns the size of a fist were there and so were these little bastard squirrels with coats that gleamed like silver. Would be worth quite a bit, those hides. They had blue eyes too. Maybe catching a few as pets would do better. Something to think about anyway.
Well, we got to the tree and saw a little garden not but a little way farther off. Big glowing golden portal there too between two tiny trees. Oz, of course, suddenly wanted to go see the portal up close, but since we were at the tree already, Corrin, Nessy and I decided on doing that first.
Corrin climbed, I kept the squirrels busy and Oz direct Corrin to the nearest clutch of acorns. His hand passed through them though. Nessy said it was an illusion, which supposedly made sense, but that didn’t stop us long. We came away with enough acorns to make several days of bread, if we could find an oven. Oh yeah, no problem there. Sigh.
The portal came next. Oz was sure it was another little pocket thingie. We stepped through and found ourselves in a little grove of spring trees. I could almost taste the bark from where I stood and the flowers? Those I could have licked all day.
There was also this big thing of thorns in the shape of a tiger. Cute little rose for a tail too, but it wasn’t happy to see us.
I drew my blade as it bounded forward, saw the gap in its side where its flower-stuff heart lay, stabbed it at the angle my rogue-book suggested and it dropped like a rock. Easiest fight I’d ever had. Have to keep reading the book, see what other nice bits are in there.
The pocket place began to fold up, spat us out as soon as Oz removed a bit of stone that crackled with thunder. Not surprisingly, he called it a thunder-stone. I swear he just makes this stuff up. Anyway, he gave it to me because I have a good arm. Nice to be appreciated.
That done, we returned to the inn. We made a plan and Dast sauntered in. The skeletons didn’t attack right away like Nessy thought they might. Shows you how much he knows. But then our Harpist gives the call and we come charging in.
Nessy led the way, that marble symbol of his in hand and his voice full of ‘Pelor this’, ‘Pelor that’ and ‘Pelor will whack your balls sideways’. Or something like that. I wasn’t really listening. Now, I’ve never been one for praying but that day a god answered. A pure summer sun shown forth like it was right there in the inn and two of the skellies vanished flicker-flash. Oz went in the back and thundered a couple more. I contented myself with this dog there.
It were all bones but had been eating something foul, had a mouth full of rot. No problem. I put a sling-stone between its eyes. It got pissed, came right for me. I went round and round with it while Holy Sun and Thunder crashed about me. Then it got hold of my leg.
The thingie came apart a moment later when the wrath of everyone else came down on it, but the chewing was done. All that nasty was in my leg and it started to burn. Nessy cleaned it up as best he could, but warned me that it’d get worse before it got better. Damn.
I was so off my game that when the time came to search the place, I missed just about everything. An old chair shirt, this great lantern and a set of lock picks and tension bars that were hidden in a false bottom beneath an upstairs trunk. The only thing we didn’t take was the skeletal Barkeep’s coins. The thing had just kept cleaning mugs the whole time, didn’t fight and so we didn’t fight it. When it started to clean up after the brawl, we let it. Handy that.
Anyway, we’d finally gotten a nice place to sleep. A safe place too, given how the gobs and other critters had kept away from it so far. After we settled in, we gave the elf-whistle a blow and soon enough Anna came a running.
I gave her a little start where I lounged beside the back door. I forget how quiet I can be sometimes. Anyway, she was happy to see we were getting along. Oz convinced her to work on some of the goblin leather that we’d gotten. She turned out two nice tunics before dusk, each thick enough to turn a scrape of blade. One for Corrin, the other for Oz. I was willing to got without. It wouldn’t have helped with the dog and I’d gone by without a scratch other.
Ah crap. I’ve got the shivers. If it goes to a fever, Nessy says he has some herbs. That damn dog. This damn city. Those damn villagers; sending us here and for what. I’ll see they get theirs and before my sister is sent away like I was. But right now I’ll shiver and sweat and wait for a better day.