Yesterday's (02/06/2010) adventure consisted of killing Giant Ants (where's the bug spray when you need it?) of various types (mostly minions) and praying to (and cursing) the dice gods.
As a show of their fickleness, Arbek hit quite often in the beginning, and then hit a pretty long streak of no hits. Saving throws were thrown fairly often (mostly of poisonous type), including death saves by Arbek, Ergo, and Lynus. Jam's temp hp saved his hide on numerous occasions, so the bard didn't
After a few more days of travel and some small encounters later, the group climbed a fair amount up the side of Mt. Telwargath to a cave looking for some wild blue mountain scragweed to finish their potions of invulnerability. Our on a cliffside, they come to a cave opening with the plant growing all around. Og is holding one of the many cookbooks from his pack, reading off some of his favorite dishes.
Og: "Ohhh!! Dis wun gud!! Chicken-fry buholder eye stalk!! Mmmmm...."
Wroat: 78 hours – 1,560gp
Sharn: 100 hours – 2,000gp
Korth: 29 hours – 580gp
Krone Peak: 92 hours – 1,840gp
Flamekeep: 18 hours – 360gp
Taer Valaestas: 100 hours – 2,00gp
Trolanport: 88 hours – 1,750
Stormhome: 32 hours – 640
Passage: 12 hours – 180gp
Wroat: 61 hours – 922gp
Sharn: 76 hpurs – 1,150gp
Thaliost: 30 hours – 450gp
It was an ordinary day, much like other days. I got up, showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and walked into the kitchen to brew some espresso. Naturally, I switch on my laptop and go skimming my usual news sites(mostly gaming related, hee), everything seemed normal enough, so I glanced over at the espresso machine and began to make my way over there when something caught my eye. It was a news item about Star Wars Saga Edition. I stopped, went back to my laptop and clicked it open.
"Um, miss. Miss."
She jumped awake, senses alive and adrenaline pumping. Her heart was trying to break through her rib-cage and make a jailbreak, and the rest of her body was certainly on the verge of making a break for freedom, or safety, or...looking around she realized that there wasn't any danger at all. She was still in the cart of hay that she had curled up in last night to sleep. But the sun was shining now and she could feel where the man had poked her in the ribs.