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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Morrow" data-source="post: 4421831" data-attributes="member: 301">Session 43 Recap (Queg)Queg grunted in surprise as one of the elves approached him.  “Um, hello,” the stranger said.  “I, uh--well, I gather you’re a ranger, and so am I, and I bet my friends over there”--he gestured vaguely with his drink-- “that I’d come talk to you.”  He let out a nervous giggle.“Hey.  I’m Queg.”  Queg held out his bony hand.  After another moment of staring, the elf giggled again and shook it.  He finished his drink.“I’m Alendawel Gaelfhande.  Pleased to meet you.  Most people--most people who aren’t my parents--call me Alen.”“Hey Alen.”  Queg paused a moment.  “You’re the first living person who’s ever talked to me at a party.  Mostly at home, it’s just this vampire and me playing cards in the corner, you know what I mean?  Parties aren’t my thing.”“Well--uh--I have to go to parties all the time.  Trained as a ranger, you know, but I’m half-elf, actually, and good at the whole talking thing.  I’ve been in Alfheim’s foreign service for five years now.”“Get to loose your bow much?  Shoot any flaming arrows lately?  Ever get to sink your weapon into tainted flesh?”“Not the way you mean.  Can I get you a drink?”  Alen pulled one for himself from the tray of a passing waiter.“Nah, it just pours through.  A pipe’s good for me.”  Queg fished an ornately carved pipe out of his ribcage.  “Look at my boss over there.”“Over wh--ooooh.”  Alen stumbled backward as he saw the terrifying dark-skinned human wearing cleric’s robes.  A buxom girl was sitting on his lap, looking alternately flirtatious and ill.  Around them were spread the cowering forms of several other young women.  Most of them were crying; Alen thought one might have wet her pants.  It looked like a few waiters were down there too, suffering from the same ailment.  After a moment Alen recovered himself.  “He’s your boss?” he asked Queg.“Yeah.  Good guy.  Lately he does that to people.  I don’t see much change.  He looks better, if you ask me.  Less fleshy.“But look at him.  He’s got that girl on his lap, she’s not cowering in fear, and you can tell she’s ready to look into the church of Aster, if you know what I mean, but what’s he talking to her about?  Conversion.  His missionary plans, instead of the missionary position.  I can’t even enjoy the ladies anymore, but it kills me to watch him mess it up so much.”“What brought you all to Alfheim?  I don’t think I’d seen you before today.  And we’ve certainly never had a party like this before.”“Yeah, you can thank Nate Black for that.  He’s that half-elf over there doing the keg stand with six girls waiting for him when he’s done.  He knows how to treat a lady.“I don’t exactly know why we’re here either.  We were doing what we always do, protecting Freeport from interference by outsiders, and this time that meant stopping the war between Atlantis and Cthonia.  So we, whatever, followed the prophecy, found the Periapt thing we needed, and Bronson, Sully and I--Sully’s the pirate broad over there in the eyepatch making those three guys bring her everything she wants--were ready to go home when Arakel, Nate and Tavaari decided to fly all the way down the big hole in the ground where we found the Periapt.  Arakel’s that cute young woman over there--don’t let her fool you, she’s one powerful wizard, and I think Tavaari left a while ago with one of your Alfheim friends.“Nate, Arakel and Tavaari found treasure, of course, and a giant undead nightcrawler, of course.  I heard them screaming--living people do a lot of that--and the rest of us went down to help.  They didn’t need us, though--Arakel had made the whole undead mess disappear.  Turns out it was guarding the magic door to this place.  Do you always make it so hard for people to come in?”Alen blushed.  “Um, it seems that doorway was created some time ago and then forgotten.  Glad it’s not my department.  Those guys are in so much trouble.”“So once we get here, we have to fight this mummy pharaoh and his demon bride--again!  They were much tougher than the worm.  Levels over hit dice, I always say.  Then we met Lorem Arendel and here we are.  I hope that periapt thing helps.  I want to get back to pirating.”“Well, don’t leave too soon.  This place was never this much fun before you came.  I can’t believe I’m even talking to you.  What will you do when you get home?”“Oh, you know, drink and smoke.  Same thing we’re doing here.  But less girls and more fighting giant squids, probably.  We’ve got some unfinished business with an insane alien god.”“Your island sounds so lovely.”“Word.  No one else gets to have Freeport for themselves.  It’s ours.”The honour of your presence is requestedat theEnlicheningofBronson Alcott MarchonSwagfest Eveat midnightat the Temple of AsterThe favour of a reply is requestedNB: Curing will be available to those damaged by negative energy.</blockquote>

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