Twelve in the party dead.
We're finally getting some treasure. The guys on the boat came ashore and said they'd found some money and some caltrops by a skeleton on the island. And a journal.
We read the last entry of the journal and it told us the fish was intelligent. Said his name was whiskers, but that he didn't like that name. Well, we already know to not make that fish angry, or was the fish just hungry? He ate two of our party after all. So, instead call him Errol, because that's the name he likes. I'm thinking the dead man on the island called the fish Whiskers one too many times.
We are in an underground level of the arena and know nothing of the place. Since the journal says the fish is intelligent we decide to chat him up (Whose idea was that anyways? The fish just ate our companions). But we had no idea if he'd come if we just said his name, so one of the group tried to summon the fish with his magic. You know why people keep dying when the mage casts his spell and instead of Errol coming to talk two normal fish appear above the water in the air. Well, Errol came anyhow and ate the two fish. So, now we're talking to a giant man eating fish.
We posed the fish some riddles, I can't remember them cause they was complex riddles. No wait, one was a trick. We asked him, "What is my name?" and the fish spoke it... eerie. The other riddle's answer was, "A fish." I couldn't remember the riddle, but you'd think a Fish would know a fish when he heard one described.
And then Errol swims away and we're all none the wiser, and actually we had to give him gifts every time he guessed our riddle.
We still hadn't asked our real question, where is the treasure? So, we tried speaking to Errol again. He came up and spit water on a couple of us, the jet stream of water even knocking one guy down to the ground, hard.
Yeah, maybe that's a taste of what you get if you call him Whiskers.
One of our vain companions had a hand mirror with him, pretty boy was actually an ugly one, so what he thought to do with a mirror I don't know. He offered to let Errol see himself in a mirror, mayhaps for the first time in his life, and the fish actually liked it. He swam down into the water and back back up with a slime covered chest. It was full of silver.
I knew I'd get rich out here, or die. I'll tell you who is gonna die. That dwarf chest maker keeps volunteering to carry everything, and he's done it this time. As soon as we got the silver he's putting it into his chest. I better find out where he keeps the key.
Getting all of that silver has made us bold again, after the arena pit, and we've begun exploring even more.
We found a room with purple slugs everywhere. They were covering every bit of wall, and they was making some kind of humming noise. While I was looking around at the slugs our farmer man walks into the room and out slides two nasty looking purple slimes. Before I've even had a second to think the farmer is shredding into the slime with a fury and a cleric is casting magic, then when he struck the slime it stopped moving and went all firm and solid. We quickly killed the slimes and were able to look around the room some more. We found a chest, and inside the chest we found six perfectly folded and clean white towels with that same wicked tree embroidered on them. Nows the first time I'm thinking about how dirty I've gotten, what with walking through a swamp and jumping in a sand pit and falling into a pool, getting splashed by a giant fish and rummaging through a dungeon.
I think I'd trade some of my silver for one of them fine towels.
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