At long last we set out on another expedition to learn the lay of the land. And probably conquer it. Or to just alleviate our bordeom. Who knows at this point?
Mikmek was attacked by a giant turtle. I stayed on the shore and tried to hit it with my crossbow. Surprisingly, I didn’t fail spectacularly. Only mildly. Its shell was quite tough, so I didn’t think I’d be able to hurt it anyway. Maybe if I’d jumped into the water and tried my rapier… but I just got some new boots, and they were a little on the pricey side, so I decided that the others could handle it. And I was right. As usual, Krom’s desire to slay mostly-innocent creatures proved useful.
Theod got a rock.
The next day we came across a smelly bog. I got sick. People threw rocks at mushrooms (and Theod). I don’t want to talk about it.
Only slightly more interesting was shortly afterward, when we happened upon a lake. Some lights were spotted on the shore of a small island on the lake at dusk. I wish Wakka had been with us, because he would have undoubtedly claimed the lights were ghosts.
They were. And they were terrifying.
Thankfully Theod managed to convince the ghosts he could have destroyed them with his new pet rock or something. I couldn’t hear too well over Krom’s uncharacteristic whimpering.
Theod also found a knife. I think it’s messing with his head. He’s not his usual cheery self. I don’t like it. So I guess I’ll keep an eye on him and his creepy knife.
I didn’t have fun during this journey at all. I’m glad to be home and bored.