…of filth ridden, flea invested, dirty, rotten zombie pirates!
Sure, I had to wade through pestilence infested skeletons, senselessly roast rabid wild boar over an open fire, and shived a multitude of cantankerous Elves camping under the stars, but it was worth it. Look at this view!
More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia
- Trouble in Savrenoc
- It ain’t a party without a pig
- Pumpkinhead rises out of the not so sincere pumpkin patch
- Turn Around is Fair Poison
- Shopping at the Clink Bazaar
- Barry and I work on combat tactics, Blake and Alley send the Elves packing, and I steal their tent
- The Lure of Treasure in Penmawr Island – Uncovering Captain Kennet
- Another look at Wynton’s Folly in Shroud of the Avatar Release 13
- Envenomate me once, shame on you
- Stealing a ride on an airship
The hills are alive with the sound of you ricocheting off every rock on your way down. Spinning, honestly?! What’s next, handstands?
Well, I admit, a jubilant twirl may not have been the best choice to celebrate the spectacular albeit somewhat precarious view. I did become a dash light headed and may have taken a misstep, which might have lead to a somewhat accelerated and unexpected descent to the bottom. Had I actually “ricocheted”, the landing certainly would have been more in my favor.
Come now, a handstand would have been reckless and irresponsible. I have also come to realize that should my head be located beneath my feet, I am involved a dire predicament.