After Dark

Carl packed his leather satchel quickly, he knocked a few dice off the table with his scimitar. "Hey watch it!" Said Klem Matoh. "You nearly hit Smoog." The dog sized dragon yelped and lept up into the trees. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" screeched Ms. Vickers. "I have to meet Oola" Carl said as he looked aroudn for his sheild. "And why..." she asked. "I'm trying to insure that I don't die alone." replied Carl as he packed his wares. An odd silence loomed over the camp site. "Excellent. he he he..." snickered Ah Ro Ghant waving his sword at Vickers. "See you folks at the Dark Tower later?" Carl threw a bag of pork rinds at Ver Klepmt, on his way out he grabbed some to the victuals that Gobarth prepared for the adventure. Natzzo waved a forboding finger at Carl pointing at the charred stick on the ground. The DM looked blankly at Carl. Something was in the air and it wasn't Smoog.

I meandered through dark streets, past the precinct, heading towards the forbidden zone. I enterred DarkForest and looked around for Oola. I know she can handle herself well but I dodn't like to keep her waiting. I even wore a bit of that Axe body spray that she likes, its scent intensifies with body heat. I guess blind people need to find each other in a crowded room too.

The DM's wife, Katia, was seated at the end of the bar. I waved and joined her for a drink. Katia told me about her night out with workmates, a girl bullying office event. "People can be cruel, but women are worse." She laughed. Soon Oola showed up, she was back from the Ridge. I gave her a hello kiss and got us soemthing to drink. She's been helping a freind's band put some music together. Not long after the DM walked in and slammed the brunt stick in front of Carl. Oola grabbed his hand. He stared passed Carl and took a seat by his wife.

"Stupid Cleric! You burnt the Staff of Healing into a s'more stick! Look at it! It had 72 charges left!" DM was pissed. "Sorry, but Ah Ro Ghant said he was low on hit points. I tried to get him out of the fire pit..." "With the staff of healing?! That's not just a fire pit! It was 9 feet deep and around, it was large enough to roast a cow!" DM interrupted. "Well it might be good, its magic. Right?"

DM slammed the staff aginst the bar again and it crumbled into charcoal bits and black dust. Oola covered our drinks and picked some bits from her hair. "Does that look like it still works?" he asked. "Oh crap, I'm so sorry. I tried to pull Ah Ro Ghant out of the pit and restore hits points at the same time."

Soon the rest walked in to the tavern. "Nice stick, Carl. You gonna sketch me with it?" said Gobarth, motioning as if he were drawing my likeness. Ver Klempt shushed him and tried to smooth things out a bit. In a hushed tone he said "Let me see what I can do, you did have the Cloak of Protection... " "Hey Theif I can hear you from here! That cloak would have been bruned too if he got any closer!" yelled DM taking a sip from his beer. "Hey Vickers, you gonna join us?" Carl asked. "No... if I'm going to die alone, I'll just sit at the end of the bar and drink! I'll kill you while you're sleeping Cleric... and make you come back as a first level Druid so I can kill you again!" she marched off with a horsey gate.

I turned to Oola and said, "Leeeet's... go soon. I didn't do to well tonight." She nodded and grabbed my sheild and leather sack. As we walked out Ah Ro Ghant, Klem Matoh, and Natzzo were still outside smoking. They snickered. Oola and I weaved through the streets under the cover of a night. She dusted some of the charcoal dust from my helmet and hugged me.