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Thirst has never been so furiouss in his life. No no not even the time his favorite Dragonpearl was stolen mades him ssso angry. I thougts I had proper background ressearch on the project. How could I be so sstupid to not trusst insstinctss? Thirst is never caught off guard. Thiss is what happens when we takes orders from anyone other than the Prime Speakerss. The Azoriuss knows more than I realized and musst be at the top of what is happening here. Thirst has terrible feeling about what happenss next. Who can we trusst? I will research my current companionss more carefully, though since they were almosst killed by the slimy lawmage that can casst more powerful spells than Thirst ever would have susspected, they probably wants same thing we wants. We musst find out more about thiss mysterious Izzet woman and her agenda. We will follow orderss, but we will not forget what the Azoriuss did. We will hunt down the Vedalken whose name may or may not be Redunklusss. We will tear out Redunklusss throat and leave him for the Rot Farmerss. Itss time to follow the bread crumbss, yiss. Thiss all stinks of Azoriuss cover-up and the Simic musst know what is happening. The evidence musst lead to the slimy mage. He will pay.
Session: Meet at the Tattered Drake - Sunday, Feb 10 2019 from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Verbobonc Dark
At the Temple of....
Day 3 Continued.
At the Temple of ....
The group starts to bring down the horses and supplies.
4 hours pass
They are visited by the "Spirit" of Amun-Re who tells a story of banishment.
The group discusses what to do.

Enter through the temple double doors
Golden door room
Orlen casts READ MAGIC

do not disturb the vanquished one
he is the treasure that must be kept


Search the rest of the temple
Examine golden doors
Sun rises

Day 4
Sleep
Nothing special happens during the day
Night time
The group heads back to the golden doors
Orlen casts a knock spell on the door to open it

50' Statues
3 curtains
And something in the back of it
Mole casts detect magic and confirm
Macross falls to the first trap and is frozen solid
Orlen trips the 2nd trap
Orlen uses phase door and grabs the oil lamp
The seal is broken and the lamp polished
Orlen releases Pasha the Efreeti
"I am Pasha who has been imprisoned for 1000 years. I will unleah my revenge on the realm!"
They leave the temple and thaw out Macross
Head back to the Obelisk
After 9 hours of travel, the sun rises and they rest

Day 5

Night
Rations
Comprehend Languages on the Obelisk

Here lies the road of the kings to the garden city of Pazwhilstest there lies the road to Terbakar keeper of the pyramid

Travel 12 hours towards the pyramid
Attacked by DustDiggers
Make Camp

Day 6
Wake up
Night time
Nothing happens during Night
10 hours of travel to the pyramid
Acid rain overtakes the group
They are at the foot of the pyramid
Session: Episode 27 - Wednesday, Feb 13 2019 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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Genie in the lamp...
Macross cringed as the genie raced out the door. It was kind of rude, actually, after having been freed from a thousand years of imprisonment he hadn’t even said, “Thank you,” but had just raced off bragging about destruction and revenge. No good was going to come of it. Macross could see it now, a formal invitation from the King of Evil Genies arriving for him at the New Cathedral of Saint Cuthbert in Verbobonc to celebrate his coronation. He’d probably get RSVP’d next to the bitch Queen herself.

He’d just blame it on Baldomero. No one would even raise an eyebrow.

Session: Episode 26 - Wednesday, Feb 06 2019 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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All-in-all not a bad night
This letter has led to a chaotic state of affairs and that's not necessarily a bad thing I suppose. It was a strange group of us who gathered on the top floor of the Tattered Drake. Bleh, it was an Izzet establishment with many fancy things to tip over, drop, and break. Their fault for letting me through the door in the first place. I believe the Izzet woman was attempting to gather one of each guild under the roof, which seems like a terrible idea to me. I'm still not sure exactly what sort of errand we were actually sent on, but it involved gold and promised more chaos than I could stand to turn down.

The ancient creature who took command of our small party was an Azorius! Initially, I had to respect his leadership instincts. The group was comfortable with him leading, and while I still did as I pleased, I was happy to let him wrangle the others.

At the building we were told to investigate, we were confronted by Azorius arresters. Initially, I and an Orzhov loxodon were prepared to fight, but our Azorius leader told us to lie low and he would talk to them. Being sorely overpowered against a squad of arresters, I saw the wisdom in that. Our group ducked around a back entrance except for one trash elf whose aura and (lack of) social skills I had come to admire during the nights venture. Redunklas' negotiations had failed and it seemed as though we were going to have to fight our way out. As the arresters approached the exposed trash elf, and rounded the corner to the back entrance the Loxodon and I threw up a mighty charge. I sure as Rakdos am not about to run from any arrester when they get too big for their Azorius charms. We had those blue boys right where we wanted them, but I certainly was not expecting the fireball (or the second fireball) from our Azorius friend Redonklas. Though I don't believe it was a setup, one of my personal creeds "never trust azorius" was only reinforced by the nights activities.

By the time I had come to, the battle was over, and I, lucky to have survived another scrap. Something is indeed up with Azorius, though I'm not sure where we go from this point.
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Head Trauma
Dill was the first down the waterfall, Valindra had shown him how to use a boulder as an anchor point while still being able to retrieve your rope. They carefully made their way down the wet slippery pitch when suddenly Diogenes lost his footing and grip, falling into the cascade below. Dill watched him being swept away in the flume of water, shaking his head, “If that ain’t fucking typical.” Diogenes gained some purchase at the bend in the river before it channeled into the gloom of this underworld.

Dill had been in a more-than-usual foul mood since leaving Caer Gwynned. It started that first night in camp. Dill laid in the tiny tent pressed between Blair and Diogenes, clutching the crown Anwin had made to his chest, listening to Valindra and Solera bicker like an old married couple by the campfire. Their sudden silence was all he needed. He quietly crept out from under the back of the tent while the other two, now alarmed, fussed over how long it would take to don their armor. From his side of the tent he could barely make out four menacing figures standing still in the snow, braced against the wind, bows drawn. The closest one fired an arrow, nearly scalping Dill. “Surrender and give us yer gold,” came the garbled voice from behind a mouth half full of blackened grotty teeth. Dill thought quickly, he raised his empty hands, “Sure thing buddy,” as he walked a normal pace toward the bandit. “Look, we don’t want any trouble...” he continued as he covered the distance between them. It took to solid punches to kill the bastard, the first to the stomach, driving his large intestine with such force, that his abdominal aorta ruptured. He doubled over while Dill pummeled his head. His ear cartilage and skin burst around the sides of Dill’s fist, his brain twisting inside it’s casing of bone. He was dead before he hit the icy ground.

A terrifying moan cut short Dill’s reverie at the base of the waterfall. It was more like an ear splitting high pitched squeal. In his periphery, he could see Blair and Solera running like hell, but he couldn’t look away from the nightmare descending towards Diogenes. An abomination of what first appeared to be a black cloak unfurled itself to an eight foot wingspan. Ivory talons at the ends of it wings, a mouth foul of razor sharp teeth and finally, the best part, a long thorned whip-like tail. It was Diogenes turn to run for his life. A string of expletives left Dill’s mouth culminating in the monster engaging in an anatomically impossible activity.
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