"Aye so we be headin deeper an deeper into this rusting hill (planar slang for a popular anglo-saxonism, one guess). An we seem ta keep fightin' the nasties, so far its just been a bundle of joy fightin' Lemures by the bucket full, spinagons every so often' and a whole brigade of rustin' abashai. Well Nyrecka near proved useless, seems as though the mighty wemic womans spear ain't so good on the abasahi, oy sure she doles out the pain on others with it', but with the Abasahi thats where I let my two girls shine (Her cutlasses). Oy and that sodding Moingo actually proved useful in takin' down a single green abashai by its sodding self. Perhaps I might take a shinin' to the little thing, or attempt to wrangle one as a familiar like that Ian sod did."
"Well we've plunged deeper into this hill and so far, no sodding PI. BAH I bet that Ian lead us into a Pit Fiend Promise(planar slang for when something is too good to be true). Well then the day is new and Baatezu need to be penned into the dead book, a bleeding shame that they don't pen themselves. Course there fighting skills seem to work equally well for them to land themselves into the dead book"
 Azalin · Sun Sep 18, 2005 @ 10:13am · 2 Comments |
