So Bluey died again.
Bluey almost got his head caved in by this barbarian and was basically real close to dying. Like 1 HP close to dying. We don't have any money since we spent it all resurrecting Camis for the second time in two days, so we do Elena's 'pretend-fighting' plan all morning to heal Bluey up. We point our swords at each other and shout battle-cries while Selendro sings some folk tune that I don't think comes from this plane of existence.
Trouble is, the wacko can't hold a tune to save his life and loses his voice after like five seconds. Then we have to go to a tavern and get him a drink, and I'm like "Maybe you can just have some water" and he shakes his head and points at the strongest ale they've got. And I'm like dude there's no reason to get drunk off your ass, you just lost your voice you don't have some crazy memory you're trying to forget, but no, it's gotta be ale and it's gotta be strong.
I guess that's where bardic magic comes from after all, being drunk all the time.
Anyway we do this for a couple hours and then we realize this is stupid and we just count all our money. We've got just enough to heal Bluey and Camis both up, but it'll leave us totally broke. But whatever, if we're fighting fit we can just take the lunch money off some stupid kobold right?
So we do that and they're both at full health and looking fine. And as soon as we step out of the friggin' temple, eight dwarves march up. I guess 'dwarves' is kind of a mean term since they were more like mountain charrs with fake beards, but they march up and encircle us and don't let us get away. They start poking at us with their pointy-stick things and demanding gold. Well too late you bunch of midgets, we don't have any. So they want blood instead. Then we fight and Camis gets really hurt and Bluey - Bluey friggin' dies.
We finally manage to worm our way out of there and sneak back to the Adventurer's Guild. So we've been sitting here trying to think of something to do. I'm just pissed because we spent all that money healing Bluey and he dies anyway. That's just inconsiderate.
The weird thing is... I've been getting these weird shivers as I write this. They get really bad when I try to write Bluey's name. It's like he's... y'know, haunting me.
But that's silly. Ghosts aren't real.
...Right?
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