Dave, Fist of Odin Hey all - back from special training. It was a hoot - my special training involves drinking a lot with summoned monsters.

Them badgers know how to put it AWAY, yo.

I'm fine with the plans - Greyhelm? Sure. Arena of Spiders on the way? Fine.

Hey - we know this Oracle dude isn't sailing or in the mountains, and he's not 'up in the rave'. So he's pretty fucking far away from the Monks of Motherfuckers - or whoever they are. Right? I don't have a real good sense of geography, but I'd think we'd want to look at some inland plains or forest, far from the Bastards of Retarded Flowers.

There might be a few places like that in the world.

Anyway. Why do we care about the Oracle, again? I can see tracking Vrill down, 'cuz he knew something about the Knights of Amtrak - or no, sorry, knights of Armek - but what do we know about those guys? Just that Vrill didn't like them? Just because some bastard hates a group of folks, doesn't mean they're a bunch of straight Gs, you know what I mean?

I stock up on potions, too. I spend 400 gold on healing potions. That puts me down to 50 gold. My third level spells are dispel and summon; 2nd are summon, spirit hammer, Aid, silence, hold; firsts are cure light (x3), summon, and cause light.

What was that about my being the high priest? Oof. I'm not really a high priest kinda guy, you know. Except in these monk motherfucker times, maybe you want the Fist of Odin to be in charge.

So, okay. We gotta fuck their shit up. Odin's fist has spoken and shit.

And I'm good to go. Do we need to do anything more in this village?  ¶ 10:23 PM