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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 5409854" data-attributes="member: 16069">Rogar's Diary entry for Session 3.<session 03><these few pages of the dairy are stained with mud>BULLYWUGS!  Until today, they where only a creature of myth, a joke.  Now I know they are real... but they are still jokes!Bloody Bullywugs.  If you thought goblins where dirty, they are like elves in cleanliness compared to Bullywugs.  The only good thing I can say about Bullywugs, is that if you punch them in the right place, you feel better.  And I’m not just saying that as an overly aggressive ex-criminal adventurer, it’s some type of magic! (ask a druid)So, the Bullywugs poured in from the two doors.  They didn’t try to drive us off or parley, just croaked, stabbed with spears and in time, croaked.  One of them did manage to just catch me with a spear, opening the skin of my right arm.  Nab burnt it down in response, and the last one tried to run.  Maldor headed it off and I followed up.  Cought up with it and slammed it in the lower back (called to the kidneys on a human, who knows on these things).  It collapsed and while the body still stunk to high heaven... I felt better.  Really better.  The cut on my arm?  It was no more than a bruise, even though I had only been cut seconds before.Bloody Bullywugs.  Well, we searched the place and collected some meager coin from the bodies (moving the bodies out of sight from both sets of stairs), I had a good look through the rubble and under the bed (it’s a classic) and it turns out the Bullywugs are crap at finding things, as there was a small sack of semi-precious stones in there.  Would have been a decent haul for me, but a little weak for the lot of us.  Still I showed them the loot and stowed it in my pack.  I fully intend to share it out when we escape this place and return (triumpant) to civiilsiation, but for now, it’s another reason for my allies to look after me <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />Given that these things only see as well as we do, they light their lairs with poor torches, so I crept ahead of the group to try and scout.  Unfortunatly, “try” is a key phrase.  I mistook a big grey lump for a lump of mud, when it was another Bullywug and didn’t even try to hide from it.  To make matters worse, I fumbled my sling and dropped the bullet, letting the thing get enough time to croak a warning.This fight didn’t go as well as the last.  The Bullywugs came from all sides, and worse where the frogs... Frogs big enough to almost swallow an Elf or a Githyanki whole!  One of them just rolled up to Maldor at the start of the fight and... ate him!  This was followed with a comedy moment of the frog leaping away and my going to help Maldor.  I have to dodge past the other frog (which nearly swallows me up!  Only luck and a reverse-scrabble jump got me away from it) then dodge past a feral Bullywug (who cut me, but was cut down later), so what happened after this stunning display of acrobatics and combat-sense?  The frog just kept hopping a wobbling!  I couldn’t hit it.  It finally coughed up Maldor... but then it swallowed him again.The rest of the fight is a bit hazy for me.  I remeber being so very angry, wanting to hurt all these foes at once.  I remeber yelling “Everyone, Stop getting eaten by giant Frogs!”  The others said I walked (walked!) into the middle of the enemies and then let out this wave of force that buffeted just the Bullywugs and frogs; afterwards, the said my hair and clothes moved as if blown by an unseen wind.But... that’s the type of thing you would expect to remeber, right?  I’m not sure what happened there, but I think, in the long run, it’s for the best.  Maybe I can control it.  Well, from what they said, this didn’t last long, just seconds later the last Bullywugs fell and the quiet feeling of victory was with us.The leader of this group of anphibians (Neb called them this, seemed scientific) had something useful up his sleeve.  Healing potions!  I hope they where looted from somewhere, not brewed in this place; their leader tried to drink our treasure, but I took him down before he could.  Drake and Resolute took the potions, I think.So, the rest of the place.  I found a poorly-looted store room with decayed magical magical materials, spotted signs of Residium and pointed it out to Neb.  The other rooms had even less.  A single fine quill, some gardening/buildings tools.  Two One thing of note, whoever built this place had an Ego the size of a moon!  There was a 10’ tall statue of a wizardly-looking man in robes on the 1st level (well, basement-2), nothing wrong with that, but the 20’ tall statue and the 20’ by 30’ floor-mosiac on the level below?  That my friends is “too much”.  So who built this place?  What name does he have other than “Mr double-ego”?  Maybe we will find out.  If we don’t I’m sure Treona will know.After we exhamine (and laugh at) the floor-mosiac (what’s a “Pac-Man”?), we continue down.  This place is a little cleaner (but that’s not saying much).  We find two poorly locked bedrooms, one largish and well-appointed, although looted.  Could be a good place to hide out and rest; the other one was comfy-sized for me, must have been troublesome for the others though; also looted, although some human-sized female clothing was left.  Was this Treona’s room?  Doesn’t seem... right.Anyway.  Next there was a kitchen-area and then things went both strange and wrong.  I checked the last door and confirm it was locked before we check the kitchen out, and here I was expecting the lock to be of the same quality.  But this was a lab and apparently more important.  While the tallfolk watched me like a common thief (not a thief any more and certainly not common) I was confounded by this lock.  Similar to the others, but better made and (as we whewre soon to learn) there was a significant weight behind the door, which kept the lock from opening until I put double-pressure on the tension bar and thumped the door.That’s when the door opened.  And opened it did!  it exploded open with a couple of tons of MUD behind it!  Resolute grabbed the door frame and stood strong, while I leapt up and secured myself above the door.  Drake and Neb where not so lucky skilled and got a bit buried.Resolute dug Drake out the mud, while Jeb blasted the mud off Neb and we all slowly slogged into the room.  It was a big room, same size as the rest of the floor and with three four notable things:  a chest, a stairway leading up to an overlooking balcony, another 4 or 5 tons of MUD and an ornimented quarterstaff that was floating a couple of feet above the ground had the mud shirling around it; you don’t have to a skilled ritualist to guess that this was the source of the problem.  But, as we started to slog through the mud... the mud came alive and attacked us!  Mostly-humanoid shapes, between my size and that of a dwarf rose out of the mud and tried to punch us!  Made of mud... shaped like men... I called them “Mud-Men” and the others couldn’t think of anything better.Despite the horrible conditions, danger organised us into competanceny, and the first few of these mud-men fell to our attacks, with the last two trying to move back.  This just gave us the space to move freely and while I led with an impressive off-wall jump-kick, the rest followed and we cut the mud-men down.  The magic staff that was apparently the source of all this lay ahead of us.  Neb and Jeb warned that it was protected by a magical effect.  I left them to it and took a moment of solace atop the large chest that was floating in the muck.  Only a short moment though, as another mud-man leapt from the muck and attacked!  Resolute grabbed it and...</blockquote>

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