My past has given me plenty of reason to be distrustful of people. This new life has helped me to overcome that for the most part, but there are times when that mistrust comes roaring to the forefront. Such an event occurred during our last outing. One of my new acquaintances, a man called Ignatius, displayed some very odd behavior. This included wanting to maintain possession of a clearly necromantic object, demanding more recompense from a merchant despite being offered a more than generous sum and other suspicious acts that I can’t recall at this moment. He quite clearly and obviously cast two separate spells in full view of me during this outing. Given his suspicious activity, I took it upon myself to find his registration card with the Guild. I suppose it’s unsurprising that there wasn’t one to be found. Clearly this man is on the run from someone or something and doesn’t want to be discovered. As he is currently valuable to our mission, I have decided not to turn him in just yet. Instead I confronted him with this fact at our headquarters. In another event that should come as absolutely no surprise but still did (for some reason), he lied to my face and expected me to believe that either 1) I was mistaken and he didn’t actually cast any spells or 2) I just didn’t search hard enough and the registration was there somewhere.
Unfortunately, at this point Chem showed up with an urgent message. It seems he had spotted a monster capable of eating metal headed for the Platinum Guild. Due to the imminent threat this creature posed, we rushed off to put our skills to use. I didn’t want to lose my trusty rapier to this monster, so I left it at headquarters and grabbed one of the pole from the cot to use as a staff. In retrospect, probably not the best idea, but time was short. We raced over to the Platinum Guild, arriving in time to wake the only member present and be shown about half the facilities before the creature ate the front door and burst in. The gnome handler seemed shocked to see us, but wasted no time turning his monster lose on us. The dwarven guildmember was the first to fall victim to the creature’s disintegrating touch, his armor becoming rusted at brittle with just a touch. The gnome hit me with some manner of fire pellets. Not a spell I’m familiar with, but painful nonetheless. I had no desire to relive that, so I cast Color Spray on him and his creature. While the creature seemed unaffected, it hit the gnome full force, dropping him to the ground instantly. With the gnome out of the fight, we were able to concentrate our efforts on the creature. My attempts at combat with the improvised staff were laughable. Good thing Samir wasn’t there to see as I would probably still be in training to make up for it. Despite my lack of prowess with the staff, we were able to subdue the creature and bind both it and the gnome. The dwarven guildmember gave us a very generous amount of platinum in thanks for saving the facility. About this time, the gnome awoke from the effects of my spell. Ignatius convinced him that there were more similar monsters to be had to the north and the gnome quite agreeably wandered off to find them.
Upon our arrival, we were met by a woman who wanted us to assist her in the removal of some large wasps from their trade route. Seems they had killed several of their employees. The pay seemed good and the cause worthwhile, but I was low on spell power and the others wanted to nurse injuries they had sustained. Ignatius remembered that these insects are most likely to be asleep at night, so we agreed to take off the following evening after we had a chance to recover.
Once in the woods, we wandered around looking for a possible hiding spot for large wasps. Chem eventually spotted an enormous hive in the branches of a tree. He tossed one of his amazing fire bombs at it, setting the entire thing alight. Not surprisingly, the wasps immediately went on the offensive. The shocking part was just how big these things were. I was expecting large, but these things made stallions look small. Large in reference to a wasp typically means something perhaps the size of your hand. Calling these things large is like calling a Hill Giant a large person. While it may be accurate in the strictest sense of the word, it really doesn’t do the word justice.
Anyway, four of these monstrous insects descended upon us and began to assail us. I quickly cast a Shield spell for a bit of defense. These things were so large and terrifying that my memory of the whole event is somewhat fuzzier than usual. I know that my rapier skills did not fail me, and I managed to skewer the insect attacking me before he got in a shot. When he did land his strike, though, it was one I felt for several days after. While not painful enough to cause me to lose consciousness, I could feel the poison coursing through me, and I was struggling to stay upright. Regardless, I finished my opponent off before I turned my attention to the remainder of the battlefield. It was at this point that I realized that Chem’s ire bomb had had a rather unintended effect. The massive tree to which the hive had been attached was now engulfed in flames. A flaming branch from one of the trees crashed onto one of the wasps, but it remained undeterred in its desire to slaughter us all. One of the guards that was with us at this point had collapsed from his wounds. Given that the others had their respective opponents under control and the fact that the fire would kill the guard if he remained, I pulled him out of danger. Using the last of my healing potions, I got him stabilized. About this time, the others finished off the remaining insects and ran over to me. Using another potion, we got the guard on his feet and proceeded back to Westport for some much needed rest. House Allen expressed their extreme gratitude for our heroic efforts with a princely sum. Perhaps I will begin to turn our warehouse into something more closely resembling a business. Time shall tell.