On day 2, I think that we can reasonably say that we have arrived. After clearing the camp of any wrong-doers and various amounts of warlocked miscreants, we rested a while. I do not think that any of us had really seen any amount of combat for some long while!
It seems as though Odo, being a man or at least an entity of the streets has taken it upon himself to gather as much money as he can. Having no need for rest, food, or anything more than a few hours of rest every once in a while means that I...don't really care for these things. What I am interested in is a library filled with the vast knowledge of my peoples. No amount of money can buy this or the time needed to engage it but then again...it certainly could help I guess!
So the baby of our group, the poor defenseless ranger seems to have also come into her own. No doubt she is just as bright eyed about the world she's now stuck in than many of us have time to comprehend. I wonder about what immortality or at least milenia long life does to the psyche. It could be that what takes 18 years or so for humans to do it could take 500-1000 to achieve Elven maturity.
Note to self: Look this up whenever we make it back to the University!
Now, this series of adventures ended with me on fire and turned into a newt...a tiny flaming lizard. That was a strange experience as the general feeling of fire within my body made of wood is already unpleasant but add the smell of flesh and the sensation is ....well, I don't know if I have the words to describe it. I think I need to see one of the fleshy folks on fire for a while to really get at what I was supposed to feel. In this circumstance, I am the baby I guess.
Poor Scully gained her wings as an angel already. I have heard about a story of a guy named Rocky Balboa who blocked punches with his face. Scully seems to do the same with her face and swords. I wonder how long this one will live.
So, today we found what seems to be a very old portion of Sharn that was part of the old Dwarven Kingdoms. Here, we found the first items of treasure so Odo was happy but what we found next...well, it scares me.
Before us sits a massive, seemingly infinite road of possibility that is heading toward the Mournland. I wonder what is down here. I wonder if we can get to the Mournland but...under it. Will the mist be there? I never came upon notes in this regard so this may allow us some sort of steps to get toward the mist or maybe under those areas. I wonder if anything would be nearby that would be of help. i wonder if any Warforged are living in the Mournland somehow. They'd be made...surely mad!
Well, in any case, we've begun walking down this road so I hope:
I will see one of the fleshy folks on fire so I can ask them about it.
I see some warforged shells I can take back to Sharn.
Oh, have to go. Something is headed this way!
