So I may have been a tad hasty in my characterization of the tall dwarf. It seems he is less prudish than he appears. Upon discovering a room filled with rather friendly tentacles, the dwarf allowed one to get to know him, personally. And then he went back, for four more. Four! At one time! And he took it like a seasoned pro. Damn, I thought I was open-minded. Clearly, there is more to this dwarf than he lets on.
After that fun encounter (in which I declined to participate, only because I couldn't shake the slack-jawed look off my face watching the dwarf go at it), we decided to rest up for a bit. The party seemed enthused at the return of my shadow, and I was glad to note that I was definitely not transparent. Since I once again looked normal, it was deemed safe to try to get back to the surface. Luckily, the new windling in the group volunteered to fly out and collect enough small pieces of rope (yes, small pieces of rope. Dear logic, why?) for us to get out of the hole. Unfortunately, our hole was now soundly fenced and guarded. I wondered briefly why this company of heroes didn't think to put up their own fence to prevent kid losses, but I don't suppose it makes much difference now. The only thing for us to do was clear out the horrors and try to sweet-talk our way back into non-corrupted society. Right.
Further exploration underground revealed a secret passageway leading to a room with a collection of kids hanging upside-down over a pit. Their leader warned us to back away or it would drop them, but I decided to call its bluff and attack. Turns out he wasn't bluffing. We ended up with nine dead kids at the bottom of a pit. I'm not so sure we're cut out for this "saving the day" business.
Further down the passageway, we came up to what seemed like two nurseries -- but a _different_ sort of nursery. Same toys and cribs and such, but everything was covered with razor blades, hooks, and barbs. To tell the truth, I felt a little sick. Luckily, there were no kids in the nurseries, so we shoved everything into an empty pit and burned it. Maybe hanging out with these hero-types is wearing me down a little, but it actually felt good to destroy these instruments of cruelty.
Another secret door led us to the source of the evil -- a horror composed of kids and dead kittens sewn together. How charming. Luckily for us, it was pretty worthless as far as killing us went, and we dispatched it with no difficulty. We worked our way through the rest of the rooms, killing worm-faced statues on our way out.
There wasn't quite the cheering crowd waiting for us on the outside, but the absence of fences and guards was pretty good, anyway. The most exciting news was the announcement of a series of fights to benefit the town, which has been pretty ravaged lately, I guess. Well, no one likes a good fight more than me (especially when there's a profit to made from it), so of course I entered. I did so well, I got invited to fight for free the next day! It was a sweet deal. Too bad my luck didn't hold, and I lost pretty early in the ladder. But my good friend the windling did _extraordinarily_ well, getting himself invited to fight in the VIP event tomorrow. Maybe I could talk my way in, being the windling's trainer and all. You can't expect a guy to fight without his trainer there, right? Well, we'll see. I'm sure there will be excellent profit-making opportunities there. I can't wait.
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