Welcome to The Chosen's journals. Each character is invited to keep a journal and write down the thoughts of their characters as they wander through Nyternia. In addition, the DM has a journal which highlights each session. The players are:

Blink - monk Errol - bard
Kestrel - fighter Malif - wizard
Vaugner - rogue Vernon - cleric/sorcerer

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Blink's Journal, session #20
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Boy, this adventuring stuff is dangerous (did anyone ever warn us about that? I don't THINK so).

So either way, we decided to head into mining country, looking for our effing topaz (why did we want that again? Because we WANTED to have those scary dreams? Oh. That makes sense.) and maybe some gem of power rumors. Outside a town called Idlewild, we came across a gem mine whose owner said they had a "naga" rampaging through the mine, and he'd reward us if we got rid of it. He offered us a discount on a topaz (a DISCOUNT? Why are we so bad at negotiation? It's like we were stinking paladins! "Oh no, I couldn't take any reward for slaying the mighty dragon, liberating your princess, and saving your kingdom.").

Errol says that a naga is a giant poisonous (ooh, ouch! THAT caused some party consternation, about which we ended up doing.nothing) snake that can also bewitch you. Malif says he's sure it doesn't use magic, which is a relief. So down we go. I'm feeling a bit better armored than usual with my new gauntlets of dexterity, my little ring of protection, and a touch from our wand of Mage Armor (as Vaugner the pussy acidly reminds me, from behind his new +3 armor, when I suggest that he might want to go in front, since it's dark and scary and stuff.) Oh all right, in goes Blink the Human Bullseye.

The first thing we meet is a "gibbering mouther" (it turns out the naga has FRIENDS!). It SHOOTS goo. Ouch. Errol has a shiny new weapon (actually it looks kind of old and worn, but Errol seems very proud of it, and we have to humor him). He calls it a "thingie" blade, but I suspect something may have gotten lost in translation. He goes immediately in for the attack (and seems to mean it, which is new) but then stops and agonizes about whether the goo will stain his new blade (what? Is he planning to eat dinner off the thing?). But he gets a good poke in anyway, which is good, because it turns out the thing is dangerous. It does some magic shit, and Kestrel ends up running away like a little girl, while I sit around babbling incoherently for a while (strange, because usually it happens the other way around). I do have a front row seat, though, while Malif goes in and delivers a whopper (turns out he's using one of our new rods that "maximizes" a spell) of a Shocking Grasp that almost fries the goo-thing. Now THAT's magic! I wish I could do that.

About the time I stopped babbling, the actual naga appears. Oh wait, first it FIREBALLED the party TWICE (no more trusting Malif on monster knowledge!). Vaugner and I go in and dispatch it most efficiently (we do make a good team) mostly by the usual expedient of me waving my hands "here I am, here I am, kill ME" while Vaugner stabs it in the back with his whopping big sword.

Sadly, there's no time to break out the ale, sing a song, and toast marshmallows on the (goo-stained) thingie blade. While Vaugner and I were off getting the main thing done, the rest of the party was fighting some flying giant manta things, and doing most badly at it (apparently Kestrel ran so far away that he needed a dinner break on the way back, or something). I charge in (Foolish. Impetuous. My masters warned me about this thoughtless behavior) and kill the first one (whee!) which I must say wasn't easy, since the things were flying about 10 feet in the air - I showed it my best spinning kick, though, and brought it down.

Then the second one flies up to me, and immediately just SWALLOWS me. I mean, who (sorry, what) does THAT? Someone really should have warned me! So there I am, in the belly of the beast, and my friends come and valiantly pound on the thing. Problem is, their weapons are coming THROUGH the thing and hitting me as well. Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie. I yelled as hard as I could, but they kept beating on the thing. I came THIS close to dying. Eventually, though, smarter heads (thanks Malif!! Thanks Vernon!) prevailed. The two of them killed it with magic, which didn't come through, just before I would have died. Scary!

Like I said, this adventuring shit is DANGEROUS. Our reward: a cheaper topaz and 500 measly golf squirreled away by the naga. Sometimes I wonder if Errol is right, and we should get real jobs back at the University.

I don't think I could handle the boredom, though.