Not So All Right

I become awake with the memory of the party beating the snot out of me, and I thought I was helping. Since the monster made me drop that sword and run (I still am trying to figure out how it did that to me), I have felt a little less like chasing after the shadows. Strange, since that sword is finally free of me, I feel its call. Yet, I feel more myself without it. I am convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is cursed.

Well, we are all awake and ready to travel, except for the fact we are almost as dead as the skeletons we fight. I have begun to wonder if the party was truly trying to kill Faf and me. Strange, where is my prybar? Why am I thinking of a prybar?

As we travel, I take the lead, I have to protect Ghelt. Suddenly Ghelt yells about a trap. If she saw it so clearly, why did she wait until I was in it? And, then.....

Here I am waking up again, some of the voices have been warning me of the party’s intentions .... but they are just mad, right. We have to rest, for the clerics.

Stairs, perfect, he he he...

They’re staring at me, they want me dead...

Only I can control the PRECIOUS, they say he will die if he keeps it.

..................................I haven’t seen a frog for days...........

They are trying to kill Faf again, I can’t allow that, no.

......This place is beautiful....

We are weak, yes.....They leave me with the slime, yes....I can save him....

Why won’t they heal us?...easier to kill us, yes..

....Precious will save us.....

the fools...give Precious and cursed weapon to silly human....

........we wait....human will get what is coming....