In the hopes of reaching the next city before the caravan of Gnomes would, we chose to take the Adventurer’s Road, a 4 day trip. We expect the Gnomes will take a week.
As we head out on the road, there isn’t much out there, just your normal goblins and whatnot that exist to get slaughtered by low-level adventurers. I mean, I’m sure there’s some justification for their insistence on attacking adventurers in the first place, but let’s be honest with ourselves. Of course, since we’re hardly “low-level”, we were not attacked on our first day of travel.
In the night, however, someone sent some creepy psychic projections to attack us. As we soon discovered, these projections wanted to use one of our brains as a home. Well, some of us happen to like our brains. The largest projection also tried to eat Peter’s happiness. It’s like trying to drink from a fire hose: All you’ll do is get it up your nose. Of course, Ramses knew that these projections were from some sort of ritual, and River explored the connection in an attempt to view our attackers. She got a glimpse of the very distinctive tapestries, and a headcount, and not much more. Ramses (and Lavosier) then took the opportunity to snap the connection to the projections, almost like a giant mental rubber band. Ouch.
The next day, on the road, we encountered a horrendous sight: there was nothing on the road. And I mean NOTHING. Yeah, we’re just as confused as you are. I’m sure we’ll figure it out later.
The next night, the projections came again. They seemed to develop a taste for Silk’s brain, and focused on him. Peter came to his rescue, and we quickly dissipated the shadows.
The next day, on the road, we encountered a horrendous sight: there was nothing on the road. And I mean NOTHING. Yeah, we’re just as confused as you are. I’m sure we’ll figure it out later. (Did I mention this already? Well, it happened again).
The next night, we decided NOT to stop, because we were tired of being attacked. Well, we finally figured out where these shadow things were coming from. Those wizards were using Tricksy’s daggers as foci! Peter quickly smashed one of them, and the wizards attempted to send too much power through the single remaining focus in one final attempt to possess Silk, causing the dagger to shatter.
We plowed through the rest of the night and made it to the next city (where things on the road seemed actually normal near town again). We need SLEEP. G’night.
Oh, I should mention, River and Ramses (or was it Lavosier?) had a spat. Luckily it didn’t amount to anything (and with Lavosier involved, that is INDEED lucky).