WHY? WHY!? I have been traveling with a half-OGRE, so why in all that is holy would I get spooked by a DWARF IN SHINY ARMOR. Good bye, Color Spray, I hardly knew thee. Call me butt hurt all you want, but I take pride in what minuscule magical abilities I have currently. When one of them doesn’t go as planned, yes, I get butt hurt. Say it to my face and I’ll light you on fire. I don’t even need to waste a spell on that, either. Poor man’s fireball.
Okay, rant out of the way. Today’s entry involves a lot of different things. We met with the dwarven lord of the house, as well as his wife and child. He’d been consumed by his rage and paranoia, and his wife was the only one that was aware enough to speak to us. She and their daughter had been killed by him. It’s the kind of thing that makes your stomach turn. He’d murdered them, and his wife had condemned herself to sit in that room with him fuming for what could have been an eternity. She told us their story, and how her lost wedding ring had been the straw to break the donkey’s back. Bingo, that’s what I was looking for. Something locked them to this world, and if it was something like that, even if it was down a dumbwaiter, that’s certainly better than it could have been. She really could have dropped it in the market or something, but down a dumbwaiter? Especially a dumbwaiter I could fit down? We could definitely work with this.
I really didn’t want to go down a dusty, dirty dumbwaiter, but with the horrified expression on the halfling boy’s face, there was no way he’d work. Thank Boccob I’m the weakest out of the group. It was great knowing if I needed to get out of there, I just needed to hold onto the rope and give the signal and, although I’d be in danger of hitting my head on the top of the dumbwaiter, it would be an instantaneous exit. The ring had fallen into a small side area of the chute. I was hoping to find some cockroaches or skinks in there, but there weren’t any. There were some bats, but I missed all of them. I don’t even know how, but I did. I mean, there are giant centipedes that hunt bats. How could I have really missed all of them? Mmm, giant centipedes.
Seeing Thunk wrapped up in rope was amusing. Thank god for my party having better reflexes than I did or we might have lost the ring again. I’m starting to think that the men of our group are secretly all acrobats. Korwindel’s pretty slick, Wob Zi’s some kind of dancing fighter, super light on his feet, and Thunk is…well maybe not Thunk. I was going to put it in an envelope for delivery, and Korwindel brought out his sealing wax and we made that sucker up like a BOSS.
It had been the lynchpin for his rage, and once the ring was presented to him, it at least unlatched the death rage from him. He was still angry, but he had his reason again. That is good. Once a spirit has its thinking consciousness back, it can be reasoned with, much like his wife. It’s going to be hard for them for a while, I think, and there’s not really a way he can make it up to them for what he did, but I think that she understands that he wasn’t in his right mind when it happened. Still, I pity their daughter. I dislike death when it claims the young. There’s so much beauty, creativity, sheer potential lost in cases like that, but it is a hard truth of the world.
He told us how to get into the basement, by holding down the last key on the piano, and we decided to rest until morning. We all were really tired, and I was magically drained. I stayed up for a bit and looked at the old violin that I took from the music room. I know it’s technically stealing, but the Master cannot use it anymore, and to see such a fine instrument die a death of silence seems counteractive to what its creator intended. I need to keep an ear out for a violin player who might know how to bring its life back to it. Sentimental, yes, but necessary. It’ll make someone very happy one day, and hopefully, its music enriches the lives of many. I wonder if Almond knows how to repair it. I need to ask him. He would know about how to replace the strings of it, maybe. His guitar has strings. Oh, and maybe a good polish for it. He can show me how to do that maybe. I would feel better about taking it if I asked the Master first. They might still be up there at the end of this whole ordeal. He might not mind so much, or he might trade it for the flask of Yaller Whiskey. Yeah, I’ll ask.
Korwindel was on watch next, and I was so very tired. I may have cawed a few times in my sleep. I do that sometimes. The older halfling whose name escapes me at the moment came down to watch us, but it’s not usually a good idea to trust anyone who has been working with a kidnapping ring, even if they did it because they had no choice.
Welcome to the day of failure. It starts with the cans. Oh dear, the cans. “Hey, let me help with that. I can help with that.” CLANG, CLANK, CLANK. I think I shriveled a little at the look everyone was giving me. Blood freezing, yes, I know what that feels like now, and it’s not good. I think Korwindel was ready to wring my neck.
I was frazzled for most of the next fight. I couldn’t get my Color Spray off, and the rest of it was just…confusion. There were a lot of dwarves in the next room, and Korwindel couldn’t bluff his way through them, so of course, we fought. We were getting the kidnapping victims out of there no matter how many will fall. I don’t comprehend how anyone could kidnap someone, but I certainly don’t understand how a dwarf could kidnap another dwarf. Two humans and a dwarf were taken. How could they do that? Weren’t all dwarves family in some regard? I don’t know. I really don’t know much about dwarves except that they make alcohol that can work as a Fireball spell. I’m serious. Seen it done. There was one survivor: a tiefling. Horrible business.
I need to put nails and beans in this pillow. I’ve used it twice now. Also need to get some throwing knives. Stock up on those.
I really, REALLY need to remember that I’m small and very helpless when it comes to facing larger men in armor with weapons. I can’t even begin to think what would have happened if Thunk hadn’t beaned that guy in the head.
Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own. Do not run off on your own.
In my defense, I was trying to see if there was another nasty surprise waiting for us. I was going to warn everyone. Then again, if there had been, and it ate me, well, I guess it wasn’t the wisest decision.
I am so freaking hungry. Envisioning freshly-made bread with a side of lizard jerky is no longer working. Some of Oi’s stew would really hit the spot. And some bread. Crispy, glorious bread.
I’ll probably be giving the rest of mine to the victims when we find them. I hope it’s soon.