Tragedy!!!1!!! Death In The Glorious Vanguard
And here we see our motley crew assemble in front of the keep.
(For some reason, photo capture bugged out on me here and I got nothing, so just imagine a saddening story of a child losing his father and Azzira flipping shit whilst boot tries to comfort the hero.)
Here we meet the pervy mage Elminster, who takes an especial interest in our mental health.
What the hell? You tryin'to rape me, or something? 'Cause if so, I got a sword with your name on it.
After shuffling and mumbling awkward apologies, Elminster goes away.
Hrmph, g'job kid. Ye handled that like a true Incliner.
Here we see our group having slaughtered a group of gibberlings in seconds. Even on high difficulty this seems easy.
Xvarts.
Nothing more need be said.
Holy Fuck. And now is when I eat my words.
Attack!!!
Before I could even think, tragedy strikes. With ine heavy-handed swing the ogre takes Azira's life away, along with his head.
No. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I will avenge you, Azira!
And avenge he did. The Vanguard of Incline attempts to figure out what to do to with this loss.
The bickering was solved when Wayward stood and declared:
No. We will find the nearest temple and pay whatever be needed to ressurect him. I may not have known him, but he sacrificed himself for us and is our only healer, so practicality demands that we ressurect him ASAP, as we canot heal as much as we need without him and any replacements may be far away. So, let's move out!
With healer down, no spell casts and Comte, our only armored fighter, near death, fighting this dire wolf could be suicide.
So, that's what we do exactly.
Well, fuck. That was unexpected. Not a single scratch, even on our shieldless, armor-less F/M.
We arrive in Beregost.
Hello, sir. Where may we find rest and a temple.
Obviously, the man has no clue where the nearest temple is
, but he gives us directions to all the inns.
We purchase a potions and keep searching for the temple.
We go back to Beregost and find Feldepost's.
We sell all our shit to get 101 gold.
We wander, bloody, broken and battered to the Temple nearby. As we drag in our dead compatriot's limp corpse, the priest... still asks what service we want.
So we tell him to resurect Azira...
For all our money...
I hope he's grateful.
W-wha? Where? You... you revived me? You fuckers! I was drinking a partying in Valhalla with Thor! He doesn't even existhere, for God's sakes.
After much rejoicing, we decide to put the loot from the Ogre to the test.
boot tries on a random girdle, thinking it will make her look hotter, when...
we find out it's one of the tranny belts! (This make you happy, now?)
And with that, we leave. Tragedy came and was averted.