Paladin Mount Expedition Day 785: The men have succumb to yellow fever. I continue my quest only with my closest confidant. Still, no sign of the mob. I fear perhaps it was all a myth… my sanity wanes. Tick tick, the in-game clock is tolling. Tis the witching hour, perhaps the reaper will come for me this day and end this agony. No. I would never be so fortunate…
“I mean what are we going to do now?”
“The same thing we do every night Keran, TRY TO DETHONE ORHAN”
“But we already did that”
“Oh, um…”
Back to the desert it is then!
Paladin Mount Expedition Day 785: The men have succumb to yellow fever. I continue my quest only with my closest confidant. Still, no sign of the mob. I fear perhaps it was all a myth… my sanity wanes. Tick tick, the in-game clock is tolling. Tis the witching hour, perhaps the reaper will come for me this day and end this agony. No. I would never be so fortunate…
There’s a waiting for godot joke about this conversation, I just can’t quite bring it to the surface.
Vedrana: Well, shall we go?
Keran: Yes, let’s go. (They do not move.)
Ah, thanks!
Its like a fishing moment. To sit back, reflect (with a friend) and wait for the next adventure.
*blip figure appears behind them, sword in hand.
Well, more like “waiting for that damn spawn”… 😉
My camping with Andre.
Lovely.