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This past tenday
The story so far ...
This past tenday learnt new spells lost my purse and shot a desire in motion. Some kobold pudding made me sick and went to pick some flowers. Very EVIL flowers for a potion of darts mastery. But something happened! A salesman arrived, sold me alcohol, got me drunk.
So I went to the toilet, drank the water... made me sick. Holy water helped not at all. So I ran towards the cliff and threw up all over my treasure map, alas the undead hoard was not helping me find my +29 vorpal sword that I lost. And then I bought a +30 disruption mace . . . which I swallowed and made gas! It was foul. An evil stench haunted the townsfolk. I ended up alone next to Hoihe who was doing very naughty things. Made me sick! Really, really sick! Restoration potion helped, but was cursed, causing a gruesome unbelievably large dragon to breath fire upon the FAI, killing them all. Except one dwarf who hid under the corpse of three lady orcs. Quite embarrasing actually, because the fire burned their clothes and they had some nasty craps. But at least they smelled like they were happy.
This illusion lasted until I awoke in my bed of sharp nails and soft pillows, covered in vomit. Punctured, throwing feathers, screaming and yelling. Then I woke up to the same boring daily life of gather troll and giant dung omelette. But thankfully Lord Randall acquiesced bending over gleefully in maniacal euphoria, turning into Randallonna, looking all sexy at the barkeeper for showing favoritism to that barmaid who was really an iron golem, under an illusion, and declared exterminatus... which got ignored.
Although nobody expects the spanish inquisition existing on Faerûn, or somewhere else. So now we're anxiously prognosticating our next dragon assassination, while feeling nauseous. vomiting all over temples of Lathander! Lanthandrites UNITE for secret Sharran worship, lead by her twice thrice cursed drow supreme leader, fed to spiders... but not really an issue because the coming spellplague will give birth to Lord Kelemvor... or not, so said the One eyed, earless goblin with no tongues... so no-one knew what he really desired of her, since no one really cared, and life limped along despite the viagra. Curse of inanity took hold when upon the horizon danced lord AO. Unknown to all, he was secretly a half dragon, half gnome merchant, eating lunatic illithid covered in fungus-goo and chocolate chips. Then he vomited and once again from his ears... his pointy ears, excess brain overflowed.
