((I like the character posts, they're quite fun. Makes me feel a bit guilty about this post, just moving events forward right now. There's a little bit of story here too, for those who are interested in that))
From the Memoirs of Wilberforce Amber Ropenourished, Early Summer 197Dear readers, what a season this spring has been. The whole séance thing may have been a bit of bust in terms of actual answers, but it was quite a thrill! Ghosts know how to put on a show, if it weren’t for the fact they were trying to kill us, I’d say keep them around. We do seem to have had luck in ridding ourselves of one of them. Remalle spotted Zulban's head; how he knew it, I can't say. But we gave it as proper a burial as you can give a severed head.
No outbursts as yet.
Other problems, like dwarfs in a vat of beer, occasionally surface. A bonecarver whom I am not personally acquainted with has lost his mind, as far as can be told. He sits in his workshop, demanding nothing but shells, shells, and more shells. Not a shell presents itself. I fear for him.
Good old Ishar has recovered from her wounds, or at least she’s up and about. That hammerer Dr. KillPatient apparently said that he wanted to try his hand at curing her, and since then she’s been as sprightly as the day she had her arm ripped from her body by a vengeful spirit. Or as sprightly as the day before that happened, really.
Some elves arrived at the front gate a week or two back, much to my surprise!
Now, I'm not sure what you might think of elves. Some hate them, and their manners are somewhat off-putting to put the most charitable face on it. But they sold us a cargo of lumber, and some very fine brews of their homeland, so right now, my feelings toward elves are all quite sunny.
And if that all weren’t enough to fill up a man’s day, another army of those ape things has arrived at the gates!
We’ve got things closed up while we plan, but I suppose we’ll have to go out there and kill them all, pretty soon.
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Somewhere ElseMeanwhile, on a small ship, being tossed and battered by enormous waves in the Sea of Tormenting, Aban Brothertreaties was learning why you left sailing to the experts.
The only reliable way back to the mountain homes was by boat, and her plan had been simple, she thought. Make it to one of the human villages that somehow survived on Nightmare Island, get a ship somehow, sail it back to the mainland. She would have admitted even then that she didn’t really know how to sail, her only previous experience on the water being almost drowning.
It looked like she was about to get more experience with drowning, at least.
(To Continue Later)
Next: Sieges, Alligators, and the Return of a Mighty Hero.
((By the way, the bridge is still being built. Sloooooooowly))
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