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This one's all in character, more or less. Though I'm still not sure about the spellings of most of the names. :}
So, where we left off last time, we were in this valley full of little creatures with sharp sticks that they were pointedly not pointing at us, and which rapidly disappeared into their little holes and caves and such. And we climbed over the mountain again and around and camped at the bottom of it, and then headed home.
Which was comparatively uneventful. Except that a bird flew across the moon -- a big bird, and it brought a chill with it. Renn didn't know what sort of omen that was, and, well, I don't know from omens. And there was a hawk following us for a while a little after that. And then nothing else watching us. At least not that I noticed.
Karas was all jumpy. I think he doesn't like being out on his own. Adosar pointed out that he was in the one who was in such a hurry to go, too, but he didn't say anything.
We brought the bowl back to the Dance and gave it to the druids, who made a careful point of taking it with ceremony and deliberation and wandering off with it with ceremony and deliberation. Adosar asked if we got to watch the ritual anyway, and they said it wasn't going to be for a bit, which precluded the going and sneaking off to watch it. We spent some time in a little settlement area resting and recovering and such, and I went and asked one of the druids about spirits. Specifically what they wanted. And eventually, why they were looking at me funny. Renn pointed out that I had the shiny lump of metal, and it was allowed as how that might explain it. (Another reason to not like the shiny lump of metal. I really don't like having spirits looking at me funny. It's distressing.)
Then we went off to go back to talk to the Torvardi. We went into the meetinghall, and the chief's son -- the fellow who was a bit belligerent and warlike and had his little clique and all -- noticed and got into an argument with the guards behind us. He was Very Upset at not being included.
We talked with the Torvardi chieftain, telling him about the bowl; the druids explained that they'd need representatives from each of the clans for the ritual that would protect the Breveddi lands, and spent some time niggling at details. We got up and were sent off to go about our business, and Renn nearly walked into Fahad (the son). Who was In A Bit Of A Tizzy. He shouted a great deal at her about how outsiders and people from other clans and druids and everyone else were messing with his tribe, and it shouldn't be allowed. I muttered something along the lines of, "But that's what druids do!" for Renn to hear, but I don't think anyone else heard it over the shouting.
Eventually the chief came out and shouted back a little, but Fahad didn't shut up. This backed and forthed for a while, and then the younger fellow got really, eerily calm, and challenged his father for clan leadership. His goons were cheering him on, except for one guy, who looked upset about it. People were acting a little bit weird. Renn stepped to one side and cast a detect magic, and saw that Fahad had this sort of slimy black aura on him, and had something magical on his belt. I know this 'cause she told me to go tell the druids -- one of them had stepped forward to discuss the officiation of the challenge and such. So I went and told a druid, who was cryptic at me and told me to run along after I'd done the whole reporting this to the relevant authorities thing. Harrumph.
Karas (our bard) went off to talk with Fahad's people a bit, and I didn't learn anything about what he did until later. Renn talked to Adosar, who also looked at him, and said the magic thing was the dagger. We scampered about a lot giving out information to appropriate people. I went and told the loremaster of their tribe, who was a bit puzzled by the whole thing and its timing. I said that there was an unnatural influence, and I thought it was that he'd been touched by the hard times on all the tribes. (The druids had said that the cycles were bleeding out, and that was why it was so hard. Bad bleeding wound. And the chalice was for making a bandage.) The loremaster was glad I'd told him and said he'd have to think about it three or four times, and then I went away.
Back when the druids were explaining how the cycles were bleeding out, Adosar had asked them about whether it was hurting the plants and the animals and things. And I know the herds haven't been breeding well, and I guess the crops haven't been doing well, and the hunting's been bad, and all of that. But I asked Renn if anyone could talk to the land. The land itself, or the sky. To ask it if it was bleeding out, or if it was all right. She said the spirits of the land or the sky they could talk to. But I don't think that's the same thing, quite. I don't know the words for what the difference is. (I'm talking to Renn and Adosar about finding words, and that might be the right sort of words. Maybe.) But anyway, after I'd talked to the loremaster I went to sit on a hill, and I talked to the hill a bit. It didn't answer. I wasn't really expecting it to, but it wanted trying anyway. I talked to it in the morning after I woke up on it too, in case it needed more time to get to know me. But I don't think a single night is long enough for hills to make friends. Hills are old. Even older than Pa. Even older than Adosar.
So the challenge started. Karas helped set up the ring for the fight, even though he was feeling sick, and I watched everything. And the chief and Fahad showed up right at the same time, and the druid who was officiating got up and started talking to them to make sure they still wanted to go through with all of this, and she looked hard at the chief and she looked hard at Fahad, and then she said he had brought a tainted weapon to the ring, and was making a mockery of the traditions, and this proved his claim was false and he was no worthy chief. And he drew the knife and it got cold, like that bird over the moon, maybe, and said, "This weapon?" and started talking about how the traditions got us all into trouble and he was going to overturn that.
Yesterday he was shouting about how consorting with other people -- people like elves and dwarves and, and orcs and halflings and other people -- that it always got us into trouble, and that was no good. But that's traditions too, it's in the tales, and the tales are the traditions. But I'm not part of their clan, and anyway I'm not so good at talking as Karas or even him, so I didn't say it.
And the loremaster started arguing with him, and they went back and forth for a while, and people were watching it. And then the chief said that all this was well and good, but it was his responsibility both as chief and as father to answer it. And I wanted to offer him the lump of metal, but I'm not part of their clan. And that would just make Fahad look right about outsiders interfering. So I went to look at where Fahad prepared, to see if I could see if he'd done anything weird there. But I didn't find anything.
I heard shouting and came back, and sneaked back into the crowd so nobody would notice I was gone. And they said that they'd fought, and the chief knocked Fahad down, and said he'd won and he wouldn't kill his son, and then the chief fell over, and everyone was taking them off to be treated, and it was all bustle. And I saw the others going over with the druids, and someone sent the elders off to talk and organize the clan, and I figured everyone else was doing all right, so I went to talk to the elders and see what they thought. I guess I sounded good, because they sat me down with them to talk about relations with the other clans, and that was good, and sometimes I said something useful. And listening under Uncle's window was probably good for something, because I knew a little about what they were talking about.
The chief got up after a while. I understand that the cursed knife sucked the strength out of him, but even though he was a little wobbly, he looked all right. And it was good to see that he was walking and all. And we talked about relations between the tribes and things like that. And their loremaster asked Adosar if he could give them the book that we had, the chronicle of Semtek.
And he said that he'd read it, and now he'd give it to them, and they might find it useful. Because it's not done being written. Karas asked why he didn't say that before, and he told Karas that he didn't ask. But he read the last few lines out loud to us, and then stopped, and looked at Karas, and started laughing, and gave it to the loremaster. And then the loremaster looked very stern (extra chores for Karas!) and said he needed to talk, and so we all went off and he talked.
Renn said that the guy who had wanted Fahad to stop wasn't in the camp anymore. And that he wasn't Breveddi. And the people thought about it and realized they didn't remember him from before seven years ago. I looked around for his tracks, but I didn't find them.
We got ready. Karas spent the night in the camp. I guess he didn't want to go out on his own. We went out to near the Dance to get ready and talk to the druids about other supplies and things, and we talked about magic a good deal. I asked Adosar about his maps. He explained that they're maps for finding sounds, and markers. Like putting a warning mark near bad land with holes in it, except it doesn't mark warnings, it marks sounds. Except for the ones that are maps to thoughts. He talks about his marks a little now when I watch him thinking. But his thoughts are really squiggly. Like . . . I don't know what the markings are like. Maybe I'll know when I know more words. It is a very strange spoor to follow, the markings he makes.
Anyway. We started going east. The halfling caravan had told the people about a tunnel through the mountains, which seemed better than going over top of them in the winter, so we had directions on how to get there. And we walked. We went past the Mirror Fens and camped by the Mirror the next day, and I caught some fish. And we kept going.
When we got to the valley that the tunnel was supposed to be in, we saw that it had guardtowers on either side. Bigger than the wind tower, with buildings behind them -- behind them for someone coming at the tunnel. So I guess they were guarding from us. Or orcs. Or something. Not worried about what was coming out of the tunnel, anyway. They were ruined, though. We poked at them a little, and then kept going towards the mountains, cutting hay for the horses for the journey inside. And Renn found some apples that hadn't fallen and so we have apples too.
We got to the tunnel.
It was big. Three or four manheights tall, with six statues -- two that looked human and four dwarves -- all of them four times as big as real ones -- standing around the door, like a fan. The doors were big and stone and stuck open, and they had carvings on them, hills and mountains and that sort of thing. But none of the patterns were maps to words. I don't know if they were maps to thoughts. I guess if they were they were "This is a mountain" or something like that.
I heard a noise, and turned, and a whole bunch of dogs came charging up out of the side, followed by a big thing. An ogre. Everything's too big here, except the dogs, I guess. Anyway. Two of the dogs ran at me, and two ran at Renn, and the other two went around to bite at Karas and Adosar. I killed one of them, and then Renn shouts at them to be still, and . . . maybe half of them sort of sat down, or wandered off, and one started rolling in the dust. But one of the others ran at her to bite her, but it fell down. So I killed that one too. Karas shouted at the ogre after it hit him with a rock it threw, and it ran away, and then he and Adosar made the other dog run away the old-fashioned way. They hit it a lot. Adosar had a whole bunch of pebbles going around and around and around him, like it was at the wind tower.
We got ready for the ogre to come back, because Karas said the spell wouldn't last very long. Adosar started fiddling with his little mechanical bow and muttering to himself in dwarvish and stomping off after it, and really he didn't look like he liked them much. I don't think it's a good idea to let him go off on his own, so I went with him, and Karas came along too, and Renn went off to the side with her bow.
The ogre came back around a boulder, and we shot at it. My arrow hit but it didn't hurt it. And it charged at Karas, who hit it but good with his spear. (Why do people come running hard at people with spears? It always looks like it hurts.) We went and hit at it, and then it just flattened Karas with its club. Renn went scampering over as fast as she could, and we kept trying to hurt the thing. It tried to hit Adosar, but he ducked. And then he made fire at it, and it fell over. It didn't fall on me. Or on Karas.
We stayed there for a couple of days, until Karas was feeling better. The magic stopped him from dying, but he was still sore. Adosar went and looted the ogre and came out with a bunch of rocks, and some flat pieces of gold, and some gemstones. We picked out the best of the rocks and gave it to Karas as a memory-piece, but he said he didn't think he'd forget it.
They asked me why I wasn't using the shiny lump of metal, and I said it was because I'd put it away. They said I shouldn't do that. Mmmrph.
When we were feeling better, we went into the tunnel. And walked all day. It was so straight that we were past noon, or what felt like past noon, before we couldn't see the light behind us. And it didn't look like anyone had used it -- there wasn't much dust, but there wasn't even dung from animals. The halflings used to use it. I wonder why they stopped.
There were panels on the ceiling. Adosar said they weren't magic, that they were real light from outside somehow. Even when we were all the way under the mountain. I'm not sure I believe him, but I can't see magic. We camped, and then we walked again after we got up, and we got to a cavern. It had houses on it, all around the edges, cut back into the stone, and some of them went up inside the cavern. And there was the east tunnel and the west tunnel (and both of them had sound-maps on them -- Adosar said they said "Dark Road East" and "Dark Road West"). But there was also a north tunnel and a south tunnel.
We looked through the buildings. I was looking for craftsmen's places, because craftsmen's places might have more useful things in them, but there wasn't anything anywhere. it was like the Wind Tower, where it seemed that everything had been packed up and taken away on purpose. We decided to camp there for the night, since there were spaces.
Adosar wanted to go looking at things, so I went with him. And he seems happy down here, and knows what things are like, so maybe if I watch him I'll learn things. We looked on the north side, and there there weren't houses carved into the walls -- they were carved out of giant stone icicles on the floor. It was much smoother and more real than the flat cave and the flat floor and the flat everything. It was much more real. I liked it much better.
Then we went and looked at the south cave. And it had fires in it. And smelled like there were people in there. We sneaked back to tell the others, and Renn liked the real caverns better too. The south one was also real, and done like that. And some of the stone icicles were so big they went all the way up, and at least one of those had windows all the way up too. We went to go sit in the north cavern, and spiders jumped on us. Big ones. As tall as me. Renn hit one with a dagger and Adosar set it on fire, and then we surrounded the other one.
I took the shiny sword and used that. I hope it made them happy. But I didn't hit anything with it.
keshwyn for ginger tea, which makes my stomach muchly happier. (And now I remember this -- said tea was acquired in Cali. brooksmoses, do you suppose you could keep your eye open for such and bring it out with you if you find some? I would be muchly appreciative, and express my gratitude in whatever way you found preferable.)This one's all in character, more or less. Though I'm still not sure about the spellings of most of the names. :}
So, where we left off last time, we were in this valley full of little creatures with sharp sticks that they were pointedly not pointing at us, and which rapidly disappeared into their little holes and caves and such. And we climbed over the mountain again and around and camped at the bottom of it, and then headed home.
Which was comparatively uneventful. Except that a bird flew across the moon -- a big bird, and it brought a chill with it. Renn didn't know what sort of omen that was, and, well, I don't know from omens. And there was a hawk following us for a while a little after that. And then nothing else watching us. At least not that I noticed.
Karas was all jumpy. I think he doesn't like being out on his own. Adosar pointed out that he was in the one who was in such a hurry to go, too, but he didn't say anything.
We brought the bowl back to the Dance and gave it to the druids, who made a careful point of taking it with ceremony and deliberation and wandering off with it with ceremony and deliberation. Adosar asked if we got to watch the ritual anyway, and they said it wasn't going to be for a bit, which precluded the going and sneaking off to watch it. We spent some time in a little settlement area resting and recovering and such, and I went and asked one of the druids about spirits. Specifically what they wanted. And eventually, why they were looking at me funny. Renn pointed out that I had the shiny lump of metal, and it was allowed as how that might explain it. (Another reason to not like the shiny lump of metal. I really don't like having spirits looking at me funny. It's distressing.)
Then we went off to go back to talk to the Torvardi. We went into the meetinghall, and the chief's son -- the fellow who was a bit belligerent and warlike and had his little clique and all -- noticed and got into an argument with the guards behind us. He was Very Upset at not being included.
We talked with the Torvardi chieftain, telling him about the bowl; the druids explained that they'd need representatives from each of the clans for the ritual that would protect the Breveddi lands, and spent some time niggling at details. We got up and were sent off to go about our business, and Renn nearly walked into Fahad (the son). Who was In A Bit Of A Tizzy. He shouted a great deal at her about how outsiders and people from other clans and druids and everyone else were messing with his tribe, and it shouldn't be allowed. I muttered something along the lines of, "But that's what druids do!" for Renn to hear, but I don't think anyone else heard it over the shouting.
Eventually the chief came out and shouted back a little, but Fahad didn't shut up. This backed and forthed for a while, and then the younger fellow got really, eerily calm, and challenged his father for clan leadership. His goons were cheering him on, except for one guy, who looked upset about it. People were acting a little bit weird. Renn stepped to one side and cast a detect magic, and saw that Fahad had this sort of slimy black aura on him, and had something magical on his belt. I know this 'cause she told me to go tell the druids -- one of them had stepped forward to discuss the officiation of the challenge and such. So I went and told a druid, who was cryptic at me and told me to run along after I'd done the whole reporting this to the relevant authorities thing. Harrumph.
Karas (our bard) went off to talk with Fahad's people a bit, and I didn't learn anything about what he did until later. Renn talked to Adosar, who also looked at him, and said the magic thing was the dagger. We scampered about a lot giving out information to appropriate people. I went and told the loremaster of their tribe, who was a bit puzzled by the whole thing and its timing. I said that there was an unnatural influence, and I thought it was that he'd been touched by the hard times on all the tribes. (The druids had said that the cycles were bleeding out, and that was why it was so hard. Bad bleeding wound. And the chalice was for making a bandage.) The loremaster was glad I'd told him and said he'd have to think about it three or four times, and then I went away.
Back when the druids were explaining how the cycles were bleeding out, Adosar had asked them about whether it was hurting the plants and the animals and things. And I know the herds haven't been breeding well, and I guess the crops haven't been doing well, and the hunting's been bad, and all of that. But I asked Renn if anyone could talk to the land. The land itself, or the sky. To ask it if it was bleeding out, or if it was all right. She said the spirits of the land or the sky they could talk to. But I don't think that's the same thing, quite. I don't know the words for what the difference is. (I'm talking to Renn and Adosar about finding words, and that might be the right sort of words. Maybe.) But anyway, after I'd talked to the loremaster I went to sit on a hill, and I talked to the hill a bit. It didn't answer. I wasn't really expecting it to, but it wanted trying anyway. I talked to it in the morning after I woke up on it too, in case it needed more time to get to know me. But I don't think a single night is long enough for hills to make friends. Hills are old. Even older than Pa. Even older than Adosar.
So the challenge started. Karas helped set up the ring for the fight, even though he was feeling sick, and I watched everything. And the chief and Fahad showed up right at the same time, and the druid who was officiating got up and started talking to them to make sure they still wanted to go through with all of this, and she looked hard at the chief and she looked hard at Fahad, and then she said he had brought a tainted weapon to the ring, and was making a mockery of the traditions, and this proved his claim was false and he was no worthy chief. And he drew the knife and it got cold, like that bird over the moon, maybe, and said, "This weapon?" and started talking about how the traditions got us all into trouble and he was going to overturn that.
Yesterday he was shouting about how consorting with other people -- people like elves and dwarves and, and orcs and halflings and other people -- that it always got us into trouble, and that was no good. But that's traditions too, it's in the tales, and the tales are the traditions. But I'm not part of their clan, and anyway I'm not so good at talking as Karas or even him, so I didn't say it.
And the loremaster started arguing with him, and they went back and forth for a while, and people were watching it. And then the chief said that all this was well and good, but it was his responsibility both as chief and as father to answer it. And I wanted to offer him the lump of metal, but I'm not part of their clan. And that would just make Fahad look right about outsiders interfering. So I went to look at where Fahad prepared, to see if I could see if he'd done anything weird there. But I didn't find anything.
I heard shouting and came back, and sneaked back into the crowd so nobody would notice I was gone. And they said that they'd fought, and the chief knocked Fahad down, and said he'd won and he wouldn't kill his son, and then the chief fell over, and everyone was taking them off to be treated, and it was all bustle. And I saw the others going over with the druids, and someone sent the elders off to talk and organize the clan, and I figured everyone else was doing all right, so I went to talk to the elders and see what they thought. I guess I sounded good, because they sat me down with them to talk about relations with the other clans, and that was good, and sometimes I said something useful. And listening under Uncle's window was probably good for something, because I knew a little about what they were talking about.
The chief got up after a while. I understand that the cursed knife sucked the strength out of him, but even though he was a little wobbly, he looked all right. And it was good to see that he was walking and all. And we talked about relations between the tribes and things like that. And their loremaster asked Adosar if he could give them the book that we had, the chronicle of Semtek.
And he said that he'd read it, and now he'd give it to them, and they might find it useful. Because it's not done being written. Karas asked why he didn't say that before, and he told Karas that he didn't ask. But he read the last few lines out loud to us, and then stopped, and looked at Karas, and started laughing, and gave it to the loremaster. And then the loremaster looked very stern (extra chores for Karas!) and said he needed to talk, and so we all went off and he talked.
Renn said that the guy who had wanted Fahad to stop wasn't in the camp anymore. And that he wasn't Breveddi. And the people thought about it and realized they didn't remember him from before seven years ago. I looked around for his tracks, but I didn't find them.
We got ready. Karas spent the night in the camp. I guess he didn't want to go out on his own. We went out to near the Dance to get ready and talk to the druids about other supplies and things, and we talked about magic a good deal. I asked Adosar about his maps. He explained that they're maps for finding sounds, and markers. Like putting a warning mark near bad land with holes in it, except it doesn't mark warnings, it marks sounds. Except for the ones that are maps to thoughts. He talks about his marks a little now when I watch him thinking. But his thoughts are really squiggly. Like . . . I don't know what the markings are like. Maybe I'll know when I know more words. It is a very strange spoor to follow, the markings he makes.
Anyway. We started going east. The halfling caravan had told the people about a tunnel through the mountains, which seemed better than going over top of them in the winter, so we had directions on how to get there. And we walked. We went past the Mirror Fens and camped by the Mirror the next day, and I caught some fish. And we kept going.
When we got to the valley that the tunnel was supposed to be in, we saw that it had guardtowers on either side. Bigger than the wind tower, with buildings behind them -- behind them for someone coming at the tunnel. So I guess they were guarding from us. Or orcs. Or something. Not worried about what was coming out of the tunnel, anyway. They were ruined, though. We poked at them a little, and then kept going towards the mountains, cutting hay for the horses for the journey inside. And Renn found some apples that hadn't fallen and so we have apples too.
We got to the tunnel.
It was big. Three or four manheights tall, with six statues -- two that looked human and four dwarves -- all of them four times as big as real ones -- standing around the door, like a fan. The doors were big and stone and stuck open, and they had carvings on them, hills and mountains and that sort of thing. But none of the patterns were maps to words. I don't know if they were maps to thoughts. I guess if they were they were "This is a mountain" or something like that.
I heard a noise, and turned, and a whole bunch of dogs came charging up out of the side, followed by a big thing. An ogre. Everything's too big here, except the dogs, I guess. Anyway. Two of the dogs ran at me, and two ran at Renn, and the other two went around to bite at Karas and Adosar. I killed one of them, and then Renn shouts at them to be still, and . . . maybe half of them sort of sat down, or wandered off, and one started rolling in the dust. But one of the others ran at her to bite her, but it fell down. So I killed that one too. Karas shouted at the ogre after it hit him with a rock it threw, and it ran away, and then he and Adosar made the other dog run away the old-fashioned way. They hit it a lot. Adosar had a whole bunch of pebbles going around and around and around him, like it was at the wind tower.
We got ready for the ogre to come back, because Karas said the spell wouldn't last very long. Adosar started fiddling with his little mechanical bow and muttering to himself in dwarvish and stomping off after it, and really he didn't look like he liked them much. I don't think it's a good idea to let him go off on his own, so I went with him, and Karas came along too, and Renn went off to the side with her bow.
The ogre came back around a boulder, and we shot at it. My arrow hit but it didn't hurt it. And it charged at Karas, who hit it but good with his spear. (Why do people come running hard at people with spears? It always looks like it hurts.) We went and hit at it, and then it just flattened Karas with its club. Renn went scampering over as fast as she could, and we kept trying to hurt the thing. It tried to hit Adosar, but he ducked. And then he made fire at it, and it fell over. It didn't fall on me. Or on Karas.
We stayed there for a couple of days, until Karas was feeling better. The magic stopped him from dying, but he was still sore. Adosar went and looted the ogre and came out with a bunch of rocks, and some flat pieces of gold, and some gemstones. We picked out the best of the rocks and gave it to Karas as a memory-piece, but he said he didn't think he'd forget it.
They asked me why I wasn't using the shiny lump of metal, and I said it was because I'd put it away. They said I shouldn't do that. Mmmrph.
When we were feeling better, we went into the tunnel. And walked all day. It was so straight that we were past noon, or what felt like past noon, before we couldn't see the light behind us. And it didn't look like anyone had used it -- there wasn't much dust, but there wasn't even dung from animals. The halflings used to use it. I wonder why they stopped.
There were panels on the ceiling. Adosar said they weren't magic, that they were real light from outside somehow. Even when we were all the way under the mountain. I'm not sure I believe him, but I can't see magic. We camped, and then we walked again after we got up, and we got to a cavern. It had houses on it, all around the edges, cut back into the stone, and some of them went up inside the cavern. And there was the east tunnel and the west tunnel (and both of them had sound-maps on them -- Adosar said they said "Dark Road East" and "Dark Road West"). But there was also a north tunnel and a south tunnel.
We looked through the buildings. I was looking for craftsmen's places, because craftsmen's places might have more useful things in them, but there wasn't anything anywhere. it was like the Wind Tower, where it seemed that everything had been packed up and taken away on purpose. We decided to camp there for the night, since there were spaces.
Adosar wanted to go looking at things, so I went with him. And he seems happy down here, and knows what things are like, so maybe if I watch him I'll learn things. We looked on the north side, and there there weren't houses carved into the walls -- they were carved out of giant stone icicles on the floor. It was much smoother and more real than the flat cave and the flat floor and the flat everything. It was much more real. I liked it much better.
Then we went and looked at the south cave. And it had fires in it. And smelled like there were people in there. We sneaked back to tell the others, and Renn liked the real caverns better too. The south one was also real, and done like that. And some of the stone icicles were so big they went all the way up, and at least one of those had windows all the way up too. We went to go sit in the north cavern, and spiders jumped on us. Big ones. As tall as me. Renn hit one with a dagger and Adosar set it on fire, and then we surrounded the other one.
I took the shiny sword and used that. I hope it made them happy. But I didn't hit anything with it.
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Sorry.
If nothing else, you'll get better -using- it, so when we run into something that really needs hitting with that sword, you'll be able to?
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I laughed out loud at that one. I like these tales that you spin. Yay for fun game.
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