The Adventures of Urdim Ottanzasit, Night 6
Stopping off to murder the occupants of a few tents, my companions and I travelled north to Throneshields and the Museum. Though I had failed in my quest to find an army that would ally itself with us, I had murdered five people claiming to be the commander of an army, so I figured that the odds of one of them being the person I wanted to kill were fairly good. After a pause to kill yet another commander, I noticed that I was close to a place by the name of Pukesport the Grizzly Dreams. I thought that I remembered Thomod speaking fondly of the place, so I decided to check in on his old friend Yellfamous. She didn't look happy to have more visitors, though her exact words were that she wanted my bones for her bone mill. Assuming that she was talking about my skull collection, I over reacted a bit, cutting off her left lower arm. It's no skull, but I added it to my collection anyway.
Deciding that I might as well do some sightseeing before settling down again, I took my companions north to a tomb called Purplebeige. I asked my companions to wait outside, figuring that there was little reason in getting them hit by some eldritch curse. I should have probably listened to that advice myself, because no sooner was I inside than a weapon trap took off my right foot. Strangely, the coffin was empty, and there didn't even seem to be a crutch anywhere to repay me for the inconvenience of taking my foot.
Day 7
I returned at last to Throneshields after finally finding a crutch in a different tomb. Pausing only to exchange words with the great and wise wagon (who is now outside the museum for whatever reason), I presented it with two offerings; the first was merely the lordship of one of the castles I had taken from its enemies- all hail Wagonio, Lord of the Hames of Balance- the second being the skulls of fifty seven of its enemies in a bag. The wagon seemed happier about the second offering, and I can't say that I blame it.
Perhaps this is the best place to end this account of my travels. I know that I cannot stay in Throneshields with my growing bloodthirst, and writing where I intend to go would only be a temptation to follow me. So I shall set out again. Who knows, the wagon might even have a quest for someone of my affliction in the future.
So ends the adventure of Urdim Ottanzasit. I'd like to sign on for another turn though. Hopefully he won't have been killed for his blood at that stage.
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Topic: The Museum II; adventure succession world (game is finished) (Read 110579 times)