Several sessions in April, some in May 2001

Well, it's been several adventures since I last updated my journal, and my fans are starting to whine. So, here's a quick recap that should get us up to date.

After not ousting the Baron like we should have, we went back to Marsember to sell some of our loot. We were called to a meeting with the weaselly Lord Idool. It seems something has happened to his outpost out in the woods and he wants us to look into it for him. (He must not want the other officials finding out what he was up to out there) Off we go (after making clear what we were getting paid). The place looked like a bomb went off. We explored the ruins, got attacked by a bullette and some carrion crawlers (I got hit four times and still didn't succumb to the poison!) and rescued a Cowardly Purple Puke with a nice cloak of Elvenkind. (I wonder if it will fit me?)

The Purple Puke (named Evanhand) told us that the outpost was collecting magical beasts for study and got attacked by some lesbian druids on a mission to liberate the animals. Between the magical animals and the druids the outpost was torn to bits. Evanhand also said that the lesbians had abducted Sargent Durdimont and that it would be a good idea to rescue him before they castrate him in some lesbian ritual.

We tracked the lesbians to their grove and engaged in an epic battle. We won, they lost and their leader turned into a bird and fly away. Poor old Evanhand died during the battle. Too bad, so sad. (The elvencloak does fit, btw) The Sargent was returned to Lord Idool, genitals intact, and gave his report. Lord Idool took his cut of the loot. (why, oh why didn't we hold out a little? He would have never known...)

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Iceal, whom we haven't seen in a while, showed up after our usual post-adventure shopping trip. His superiors at the monastery want him to go to some abandoned monastery of an evil monk cult and retrieve a fist sized opal. I guess we get to help.

The only notable thing that I can remember is that the floor plan was mysteriously familiar and that the big, bad, evil, redheaded stepchild monk named Teddy that we were supposed to fight (says Tarn) turned out to be a red dragon in disguise. Oh, and there was this gnome named Zook that traded a book for some dragon scales.

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The book was about this chick named Iggwillive. She was some famous arch-mage from ages gone past and she had a boat that could sail on land or sea. We could use such a boat.

We were able to find Iggwilive's Managere (so it's called in the book) in the Stormhorn Mountains on the northern boarder of Cormyr. The book says its guarded by the rarest and most powerful of bizarre creatures. Whatever, we got Tarn for that.

There were four trolls in the first room. Due to a grievous tactical error, I found myself waking up in the infirmary back in marsember. All my friends were at my bedside, demanding repayment for the scroll of raise dead. I think I'll let Tarn go first into the rooms from now on...

We went back and we've been wandering around in this damn managere-auh-twah for days. The creatures are so damn tough that we have to lock our selves in a room after just about every fight and recoup. We found a magical blue ball that we can't figure out, and we think there is a chamber in the center of all these tunnels, but every time we try to open a door to get in there, we get teleported away. We beat up a dragon, got our asses kicked by 3 Xorn, and other fun stuff. Since I've got all this down time waiting for the mage and the cleric (Tarn is a cleric now) to get their spells back, I can catch up on my journal.

Next session, I'll try to write a full report. That is, if I don't die again.