Quin decided to sell the wine. Not as fun as I was expecting. Oh, well. Everyone's decided to waste an hour arguing about whether or not to go into the fucking whirlpool and do the job we'll be paid for. I'm so frustrated, I have half a mind to go myself, but Siobhan keeps cautioning me about how alone we – our group, she means – are. Rowan needs protecting. Edric needs teaching. Valorn needs peace. Qui
Edric has decided that he will use a spell – imagine that – to send his eyes into the whirlpool and see what's down there. Is it this Umberlee he's terrified of? Is it his father again? Is it my sister, half-drowned after
There are two tens of sahgs and a very, very large shark. Why would you domesticate a shark beneath the surface? The poor thing is surely blind with rage, we've been discussing ideas for how to deal with the shark but of course, Edric has a fucking plan. He calls it, ugh, Plan Shark. He also says there's tons and tons of treasure down there, probably stolen from Yartar but hey, there's bound to be some spoils for us worth keeping. Gotta remember to update our inventory.
Plan Shark was a resounding success. I gaze now upon the body of a slain monster with teeth the size of my arm and skin as tough as, well, sharkskin. What I wasn't expecting to follow was fucking Plan Erys. He would be so easy to hate.
We dunk on through the whirlpool into the sahghole below, and we've managed to remain hidden despite all the ragdolling Valorn saw fit to do. Thanks to Edric - I want to spit at the very words now – and his morning rituals, we're able to breathe underwater. Plan Shark has two major components: the Shark, which will be caged via some kind of spell while we slaughter what is surely the only family it's ever known – that's on Edric - and Plan, which is Rowan snakes her way towards the shark's immediate sahg escort.
It was her idea, not Edric's, that we grab on to her. I'd never moved so fast underwater before, and neither had Quin or Valorn. About halfway down the chamber, Valorn saw fit to take midfield and swam for a sahg in prime position to report on the entire battle. Rowan swam us up to the shark's cage and we went about the wetwork. At one point, the sahgs called for reinforcements, which only drew the entire dungeon's sahaugins down a one-wide hallway, at the mercy of Edric's lightning magic. Hard to pay attention, but I'm pretty sure he got more than we did. Not important enough to count.
Of course, the eastern front's true hero was Valorn, who saved Edric from Plan Get Paralyzed and then in a stroke of genius caused a giant whirlpool to form in the tunnel. All the while, Quin and I are lashing out from Rowan, the love of Sune surrounding us as Quin's daggers flew through the ai— water, and Rowan's own strikes repeatedly setting us up for simply brutal annihilations.
One of my favorite blessings my Truelove has given me to serve in Her name is a spell which calls fae butterflies from a magical plane, and they reach into my heart and they pour it out in radiant light, protecting me and fucking up my enemies. Bigass reinforcements arrive on the western end, but we down them without much more additional difficulty. They were definitely spellcasters of some kind. They've got backup healing their wounds almost as fast as we inflict them, but Rowan and Quin see to that shit pretty quick. I soar off of the giant snake just long enough to eliminate two sahgs trying to rescue their shark, but a third gets me in the side with his trident. Valorn had the wound patched within a few seconds, but it stung like a bitch. Rowan kept taking spears and spells as well, but perservered until she was forced out of her snake form by one of the bigger red sahgs.
Quinys parted the sahg and its arm and ended its suffering a moment later. It was finally time to fight the shark. I'd been thinking on this challenge for several minutes, and I knew just what to do. Through Lady Firehair's grace, I exploded with holy energy, channeling it into my butterflies, into every strike, into each new target area. While Rowan engaged the beast and the beast itself wrongly believed her the bigger threat, I ripped it to shreds.
It was then, I have since been told by Rowan, that she asked us to stop. The apex predator had apparently decided to flee. From a room too big for it to leave from. Even had I heard, my attack had already started and there was no reason to hesitate – it was fighting Rowan, Edric believed it had to be contained at considerable cost, Valorn abstained but clearly saw the danger, and Quin well, she's Quin, she does what she wants. I'm not sure if she stayed her blade in time, but I didn't. I killed her.
What followed was perhaps the most irritating exchange I have experienced in my time with this company. Lover or no, Edric saw fit to harass me about meaningless looting word and then – Plan Erys - cage me for five minutes in the same fucking spell.
He ended up being right about their being a lot of treasure. Hauling it has been taking a while, we could all use some proper rest. There was an enchanted longsword which I quickly claimed, Edric tried to translate the runes to me, but I wasn't able to understand. I find myself fuming.
Nightal 8 Inventory
Three diamonds worth about 100g each, along with a bunch of gems that aren't as precious but might still fetch something. A pearl, a treasure map, a wooden pipe with platinum filligree, the stupid crystal from the demon, the elven wine, "Chainmail of Necrotic Resistance", and a warhammer made for Valorn. A mace, eight magically preserved books of history, the statue of an ancient elf that Edric calls "the augery".
That's not counting this new "Giantslayer Blade", which I've taken.
120 platinum pieces, equivalent to 1,200 gold pieces.
1,934 gold pieces.
There's also 309 silver pieces, call that 31 gold pieces;
and 602 copper pieces, call that 6.
So we've got 3,171 gold pieces and a finished job soon to pay another 500.
Edric says they found an ancient ruin of some kind, too. Onys would've scoffed at the unnecessary danger, but I'm a little excited to see what's even up down here.
About 18 days.