Saturday, December 23, 2006
RHoD, Day 0
It didn't seem so long ago that we just got out of the constant war that was raging in Perrenland. Finally we had clearer skies in the winter. Unfortunately we were still plagued by dreams sent by Igywilv. Around this time, Goldfish (the shorter spelling for him) and Bodoron went off, Bodoron had received a summons by his clan to help defend some clan posessions from some dark-skinned elves (they were called um, drow? or something?).
Anyway
Goldfish managed to come back to tell us of the region just before we got embroiled in the Schwartzstadt Heresy. He and Bodoron appeared to have kicked the drow off, and the country seemed pretty peaceful. At least, compared to the daily nightmares and the recently cleared volcano ash, it sounded like paradise.
When divinations and spells completely failed to discern where the stupid island we were supposed to reach next (to clear up the Schwartzstadt Heresy) was after a few weeks, and we nearly got killed trying to save some gnome from Iuz's clutches, the party decided to call it a day.
Bodoron sent a message back, and claimed that he was happily getting fat and needing to get new armour. The rest of us felt that we needed to get away from the war before we became insane from the stupid dreams, children pulling at us, and me speaking incoherently due to stupid 'sorrows'. So we decided to join Bodoron.
Finally clear skies and direct sight to Pelor, the blessed one! I can't wait to get out of Perrenland!
It didn't seem so long ago that we just got out of the constant war that was raging in Perrenland. Finally we had clearer skies in the winter. Unfortunately we were still plagued by dreams sent by Igywilv. Around this time, Goldfish (the shorter spelling for him) and Bodoron went off, Bodoron had received a summons by his clan to help defend some clan posessions from some dark-skinned elves (they were called um, drow? or something?).
Anyway
Goldfish managed to come back to tell us of the region just before we got embroiled in the Schwartzstadt Heresy. He and Bodoron appeared to have kicked the drow off, and the country seemed pretty peaceful. At least, compared to the daily nightmares and the recently cleared volcano ash, it sounded like paradise.
When divinations and spells completely failed to discern where the stupid island we were supposed to reach next (to clear up the Schwartzstadt Heresy) was after a few weeks, and we nearly got killed trying to save some gnome from Iuz's clutches, the party decided to call it a day.
Bodoron sent a message back, and claimed that he was happily getting fat and needing to get new armour. The rest of us felt that we needed to get away from the war before we became insane from the stupid dreams, children pulling at us, and me speaking incoherently due to stupid 'sorrows'. So we decided to join Bodoron.
Finally clear skies and direct sight to Pelor, the blessed one! I can't wait to get out of Perrenland!
