RoundTable Adventuring

Amarro #18

so as usual, things got weird. so far we have encountered: a bottle with my name on it, time dilation, a devil contract and a dead body of a man who walked through a door less than 3 minutes before us. Now we are locked in a building(?) with invisible devils and a torture victim. Suffice to say, we’re the only things who are going to live to see the end of the day, because everything in here that isn’t us is officially on my shit list. TBD if anyone outside is also on the shit list, but there’s plenty of room on the list.

Screech #9

This whole thing is going to end with us fighting the newest ‘masterpiece’ of some deranged wizard as he chackes about how we will never stop him and he will rule the world.

I mean, seriously, every year a dozen people go ino this trap and none ever come out. And there are no bodies the next day. Or people who turned chicken and sat in the starting area and never moved.

If this isn’t some crazy necromancer or cult culling bodies for some freaky ritual, i’m just gonna be disappointed

Tomoe's Journal, 18

I don’t think this is going to happen.

Between Gretchen telling me Amarro was “weird” after they helped out the temple of Cayden Cailean here in town and his somewhat confusing behavior, I’m beginning to think he’s not on the menu. He’s never seen me fat, so as soon as we returned to Oregent I had Gretchen renew the spell, and I went to see him: I figured he’d like seeing me as my slim, cute self, and then I could see what he was feeling. The results have been… at this point, sadly expected: either he knows something he’s not letting on, or he likes men. Or he doesn’t like me.

… Or I don’t know what I’m doing. I might just start assuming that, to be honest. Still, it’s been neverending interest in other women anywhere between my age and his, but never me. I’m honestly baffled at this point. Does he secretly know how fat I am or something? If I were more insecure than this, I’m certain this would be extremely upsetting, but he really hasn’t encouraged my attraction at all… I don’t get it.

Bleh, anyways…

I’ll admit to feeling some anxiety: Gretchen had told me to stay put after making me thin again yet here I am, off on some fool errand. Thankfully I haven’t gained any weight since she slimmed me down a few days ago, and I was just honestly kind of desperate to have the chance to use “my” body once more, before I blew up into a ball again… I’m not really familiar with all of the magic involved in my situation, but she said that it was “obviously a magical affliction”, and looked extremely concerned (if even for a moment) when examining me upon my return, besides the usual flush she has when we speak (I’m sure she’d leave me fat if she could have her way). Still, I was sure she wouldn’t be too upset if I went to spend the evening at the guild hall, but suddenly we were invited for a weekend away and I honestly couldn’t say no… Well, I brought along a bunch of those small tablets she told me to eat and my fat pants in case something weird happens like in the arena; I’d say that’s my due diligence covered. I figure she won’t be too upset; I brought the bag of tablets, after all.

I’m not normally a “letter of the law” person, but besides the intense restlessness I felt just sitting around our apartments, I felt a sort of overwhelming desire to seek out actual food, despite Gretchen’s suggestion otherwise and the implication that I eat only the tablets. … So I… wait, am I trying to justify disobeying her advice??

… Well, I’ll just eat them whenever I’m especially hungry, and that should cover what she wanted.

I’m just so restless! Honestly, I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve barely felt that gnawing hunger or overwhelming anxiety since returning… Are the tablets some kind of medication? Or was it me getting a trip home to Tian Xia out of my system? It felt like ages since I’d left, but it’s barely been a year… Regardless, I’ve not eaten anything but those tablets since she told me to start them, and I’m honestly beginning to forget what food tasted like. Yes, this trip was a good idea, if only for that.

… Well, I guess I’ll just put it from my mind and see how this weekend plays out.

Amarro #17(?)

sometimes good things Do just fall into your lap! bored out of my mind yesterday and Tomoe being weird…er than usual all day and suddenly this kid shows up with an offer to actually get Paid to break into a Wizards College, at the behest of the wizards themselves! fuck yeah i’m interested in that. things have been really quiet and boring since Carrock dissappeared into that damned vault a few weeks ago… almost as if no one is getting any jobs… weird….

Screech #8

This while trip has been bullshit! No fiends of any kind to fight, a crap dagon who died so fast he is barely worth mentioning, and a big crime orginization in charge of everything. “We just let the Golden Hand lie and cheat and steal and try to overthrow the tournament. We’re fine with that.” Maybe those people would still be alive if you god damned monk had given a shit.

And in the end we don’t even get to choose the reward. Charrok gets to do that… where is that damn crow? Aww fuck it! I’ll just go build an orphanage or something.

Screech #7

Yay! Dragon!

Dradondragondragondragon dragon dragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragomdragondragondragondragondragondragon… breaths in… dragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragondragon.

I’m gonna kill the shit out of you dragon

Tomoe's Journal, 17

I felt like I was about to explode when I got near that weird powerful wizard… did he somehow resonate my fatness or something?? He like, removed the magic affecting me? Or did he just temporarily make me fatter than I am?? I’m sure glad it was short enough that I didn’t burst my clothes or something… My heart stopped for a few seconds while I was incapacitated though. Just what the hell happened??

…. I need to see that damned witch, and that lazy crow.


Screech #6

God damn it. I swear that crow said this trip was to fight fiends. But I haven’t seen a single one. Why have we been wasting time on this tournament? Just march in, smash the bad guys, and leave. And they arn’t even that bad, just you’re typical money grubbing human d-bags. Not that they don’t deserve an axe to the face, but I could’ve stayed at home done the same thing instead of traveling to the other side of the world.

And the fucking dragon didn’t even show up to it’s own brutal slaying! I swear if that crow was lieing to me I’m gonna pluck his feathers and wear them in my hat. Then tar and re-feather him. See how he like being a chicken instead of a crow. HA.

Screech #5?

I dont even know what we are doing here. I thought we came to fight fiends and stop them from controlling this ancient treasure hoard. But the guy in charge uses an ‘oni’ (some weird eastern demon) as a servant and it seems like we are stopping a conspiracy between the Aspis and these Golden hand people.

Well, at least i get to kill a dragon tomorrow. And hopefully finish off the last of the competition.

Oh, and the stupid crowds who wouldnt know a good fight if it cleaved them in the face. Fuck those people.

Tomoe's Journal, 16

Varro’s been… touching me a lot. I don’t know what to make of this. Roukan says I need to focus on the tournament but I’m not sure how to react when someone I’ve written off as a scary psycho slaps me on the butt or lifts me up (or, tries to). I’ll…. uh, try to ignore it. I worry about bringing it up with him because he constantly makes offhand comments about raping people to death, and has probably spent the lion’s share of his adult life (or whole life) covered in other people’s blood and gore. I’ll definitely consider the approach and… uh, maybe try to ease into it. Somehow. I always figured he disliked me, anyways… being fat has been something he’s taken shots at me over for a while now, but then again, he seemed interested when I was skinny… I have no idea what to do. Maybe he’s just “interested” but has no way to say so?

It’s a bad idea to be eating so much, by the way, but it feels like I have no say in the matter after a certain point during a meal… I almost go into a trance. Some kind of… food trance? Gretchen has expressed no ideas about solving this but would likely be interested in knowing how much faster I’ve gotten fat this time… I certainly hope it gives her some theory or something in order to finally solve this; I’m convinced it’s a curse, and the only possible source is likely still in this very country…

At any rate, our fights today could only be described as “exhausting”: a battle on a cliff face where I got shot with an arrow led into the platform fight against an oracle named Ganyavesha, one that only Screech, Varro and I dealt with. I have no idea where that person who was with us yesterday went, or Carrock for that matter, but after the cliff fight, Rhork seemed to have other things on his mind.

Regardless, Ganyavesha was one of the hardest fights I’d ever been in! Besides knocking Varro and Screech out, as soon as she started to use fire magic on me I was fairly certain she was going to cook my fat butt too…. thankfully I kept my head and they were able to be recovered. I preferred fighting on the platforms; it was fun to be so mobile, but I may need to look into upgrading Roukan’s gaiters with whatever Amarro had going on there with his shoes, just in case we have to take another drop like that (though I wonder about the effect on me even if he isn’t hurt by the jump…). Still, all of that aside, I’m a little pleased to have been put to the tempest like that and still be able to walk away. I must continue to refine my fighting style and take into account the fact that my being fat is a part of being me for the time being: the solution to this doesn’t seem as immediate as I’d thought when Gretchen had me polymorphed.

Then, Varro and Screech went to buy illicit drugs, and seemed to grin to themselves when I said I didn’t approve, Screech saying something about their “ingested delivery” to Varro before they left me, snickering. I’m… still not sure what I think of their purchase of controlled substances. The paladin keeps saying that such decisions are justifiably fine, but that’s not anything I’ve ever heard a paladin say. I really have no idea what he’s about, but he continues to receive power from his god… maybe he follows a different morality and code than others? Maybe the moral high ground and the direction of justice really are flexible and able to be interpreted? Maybe I’m too far into the “rules-focused” side of it? Or maybe he’s constantly having to atone for his actions? … I really don’t know anymore.

I’m also a little concerned about this so-called “Golden League” who’d arranged the poor man I found’s beating. Apparently they’re on the level, but if the level is where both Screech and I stand, I foresee that being open to interpretation. I must be careful when dealing with them; I think I’ll ask Carrock about it (if I ever see him again)… he’d mentioned them being involved heavily here.

When we were told there would be a delay due to the stadium being damaged I found myself wondering if I would ever get the full perspective on what’s going on here… and wonder if that’s exactly why Carrock’s here? Is he involved in these shadowy goings-on? What manner of investigation is he conducting; who is he battling? I would love to have the wider picture here.


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