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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oghma" data-source="post: 6808" data-attributes="member: 71">Dear Diary,What a day and night!  Adventure!  Loot!  Battle!  We are a great group!  Gimil is a MIGHJTY warrior, Ord is a MIGHJTY cleric, and Ratlin is the sneakiest sneaker in the land!.  I, of course, am MIGHTY in the ways of magic! M I GH T Y! Posy the Sorceress!When Ratlin came back he said that there were two doors on the tower, one heavy and oak, the other one the other side of the building was lighter and had a lock that he picked, the stealthy little bugger.  We figured we could move around to the back side of the tower and then rush to the back door and maybe get in before we were noticed by the skeletons on top of the tower.Bad plan.  We sent Ratlin ahead to throw the door open, and then when he signaled he was ready, we raced up the hill.  CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! We heard from the tower, and assorted arrow shots rained down on us.  Luckily we were only exposed for a few seconds, and unluckily that the bowl shaped thing the skeleton was holding was a bell. Ratlin threw open the door, and inside was one of the biggest skeletons I have ever seen!  It must have been 8 feet tall and had a huge spear in its hand.  Gimil rushed it and cracked at it with his sword and missed.  Ord rushed in with his axe and took a swing at it and missed.  I hung back and popped off an undead ray, and missed, too!  Our luck got even worse when Ratlin tried to do a sort of flip and roll thing past it to get into the room and the skeleton skewered him with the spear!  Ratlin screamed and backed away, I popped off another ray and missed, again!Gimil was the only one that could connect the whole fight, and Gimil finally powdered it with a MIGHTY swing of his blade.  Ord healed Ratlin up a bit, and we looked at the room quickly.  (We could still hear the CLANG CLANG CLANG from the tower.)Tattered, worn out clothing and broken furniture cluttered the floor. Most of the articles of clothing were a man’s garments, while the furniture was old and worn out.  There was a door that led into the tower area, and we decided to rush it quickly before more of the occupants were alerted.Gimil hit the door hard with his shoulder and bounced off.  Ord hit with his shoulder and bounced off.  I wanted to tell them to use something harder, like their heads, but they both hit it and the same time and it opened up to a large circular room that filled the entire inside of the tower. Four zombies were in the room and we fought them, dropping a couple by the time the skeletons from the tower came down, one still ringing that stupid bell.  I shot some missiles at them and we powdered them after a bit.   A small fire was burning on an open hearth near the north wall. The room’s walls were white washed. A steep set of stairs went up the south wall and a rusted iron ladder was attached to the wall above the landing where the stairway abruptly ended. (This was where the skeletons came down.) A large canopied bed was in the center of the room with an ornate brassbound chest lying near its foot. On the east wall there a huge cabinet, while at its side is a wooden pallet with a sack on it.Ratlin and I went to checking out the room while Gimil and Ord did some healing.  There was a big carpet under the bed that we dragged aside to find a trapdoor leading down, and the chest seemed locked and Ratlin didn’t want to try it.  In the cabinet were some food things, and there was barley in the sack. Gimil and Ord came down from the tower with a bunch of arrows that the skeletons had.Now that the clanging was gone we sat in the room a bit and listened.  Without the loud clanging it was eerie, like one of those moments when you are afraid to say anything because you might scare yourself, not to mention everyone around you.  The rush of the last few minutes was a stark contrast to the silence we were experiencing.I rummaged around in my sack for a snack and everyone glared at me, so I stopped.  After a few minutes Ratlin sighed and said, “I don’t hear anything, it seems that no one was paying attention to the bell.”Gimil grunted and nodded, and Ord looked thoughtful and said, “I wonder if they can hear the noise through the carpet and the floor.”I said, “Can we eat now?”  Really, these men-folk!  I needed sustenance after all that activity!  We put Ratlin near the trap door and we ate a bit, tightened all our armor (I changed into a different robe; the purple one Mom left in my adventure pack was a bit dirty from rummaging around the tower.  The piping seemed a little too showy, too, so I put on that powder blue one that’s kind of plain, but is good sturdy cloth.  I didn’t want one of the guys looking up it when I went into the trapdoor, since Ord or Ratlin would probably be down just before me. I had my powder blue panties on, so they wouldn’t be able to tell what they were looking at, and it didn’t show lines.  Adventurers must be practical, too!)I took you out, Diary, to make some notes but got a LOOK from Gimil, so I decided to put you away until we were sure we were safe.Down we went into the trapdoor, Gimil leading, followed by Ord and Ratlin.  I waited until they had checked the room below out before popping down.  There was a hallway that led out of the room and to the left (I guess it was the west).  Ratlin checked the lock on the door and it was open, so he got ready to open it for Gimil and Ord.  He flung it open to find a laboratory sort of room with five orcs and a woman casting a spell.  A magic missile hit Gimil from the spell caster and some of the orcs fired bows.  Slowly but surely, Gimil and Ord fought their way into the room and I popped of some shots at the necromancer.  Ratlin shot at any orc body part he could target, and before long the necromancer (so we later discovered) tried to duck into another room, but we got her before she could get away.That was the last of the bad guys!  We went through everything, and found a bunch of stuff, but the coolest was a wand, which shot magic missiles.  I got that, while Ratlin found a suit of leather armor, which was magical, and we found the spell books that the necromancer had.  From what we could piece together, it seemed that she was a pupil of Erich of Holdfast, and she had his books and some of her own.  They didn't have a pure connection to magic such as myself, they had to study it in dusty old tomes.  I am mighty in the ways of magic! Hmpf!There was some gold, but the real treasure, I guess, was those books, which we could sell to some wizard-type.  There was a diary of Erich’s and Rebecca’s.  Gimil got a magic ring that deflects blows, and there was a scroll with some spells I’ll have to look at and study, phooey!  Also, the tower itself was in a secret location, so it’s possible we could use it for a stronghold.  I’m writing this after we cleared out the tower and have barricaded the doors and brought the wagon into the main room.  We are setting watch on the tower, but we all need some rest.I’m sleepy.  My watch is the third one, because Gimil and Ord can see in the dark, and Ratlin is blind as a bat and needs morning light (and time to cook breakfast!), whereas I’m kind of in between.  I can do my magic exercises without interruption while the others sleep, too.I like our group.  I’ve never really known dwarves, and I’d heard they were really very serious and grumpy.  They are.  I mean, I’d like to bottle that look Gimil gives me sometimes and fire it off at an orc or something.  Death by glance. Once a dwarf calls you friend, however, they will lay down their life for you.  That sounds melodramatic, but I think it’s true.  I’m beginning to feel that loyalty towards them.Ratlin is sneaky, but friendly to all of us.  He’s fun and funny, and a part of you doesn’t want to trust him, but you like him anyway.  So far I haven’t had any reason to believe he’d do anything to harm us, so I think his “untrustworthiness” is an act he’s used to trotting out for humans.It’s late, and my head is too heavy to continue such heavy thoughts.  More tomorrow.  G’night Diary!</blockquote>

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