So, after Xavara blistered most of my body and taking quite a few stings by those Wyvern who discovered us behind the rocks, I remember stumbling into Mud thinking it would be quite marvelous to apply some medicinal sludge to the affected areas. I then met a strange fellow without thumbs who told me a great tale and suggested I venture out and come in here. But, I for the life of me don’t remember what he sent us to find. It was important or I wouldn’t be here. And there was a reward. He mentioned some sort of reward. And he was nice. He didn’t sting me, or set me on fire, or even slap me across the face with a gauntlet. That’s never fun. I think the stinging is the worst though. Or maybe it’s the fire.


I’m having a hard time remembering the correct passages from the adventurers handbook at the moment, but I’m pretty sure it says that floating green vaporous gas is bad and should be avoided. I think there is a footnote about avoiding skeletons that rise up out of those same vapors.

It’s all a little foggy though.

Pretty sure fire is the worst.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

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