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25th of First Seed, 428 3E
Since I'm writing another entry it should be obvious that Neldor and I survived last night's guild assignment. Using our bows and fire enchanted arrows, we were able to dispose of the zombies (a little over half a dozen of them) that were roaming around within the mausoleum. We noticed that while these people were most certainly dead, they were not in advance stages of decay. Whoever created these zombies made them from the recently deceased.
Once the zombies were put down lower ranking guild members had the grisly task of burning the corpses so they could not be used to create walking dead again. Leaving our guild-mates to their clean-up, Neldor and I headed back to our home. Although we were both extremely tired after being awake all night, we found we couldn't sleep due to our muscles feeling overworked and sore. This is when we decided to stop by the newly opened Autumn Rose spa for massages. And yes, this is a reputable place with certified healers who give therapeutic massages and is certainly not the sort of place one would find in Suran.
After the sessions, with the pain and tension gone from our backs and shoulders, we strolled through town for a little while just to enjoy the sunshine and the fact that the snow has entirely melted away. At least for now.
As we were walking by the public library, I commented, "On a day like this it's tempting to quit the guild right now and go purchase our crop seeds."
Neldor agreed, "I know, unfortunately snow is still possible this early in the spring. At least the bright side is that we've gotten through the worst of it. Late winter is finally over."
It wasn't long after this conversation that we headed home to get some much needed rest before we go in for tonight's shift at the guild, but before I close this entry and go to bed, I simply must mention a pair of advertisements that appeared in today's edition of the Tattler. Someone who works at that newspaper does not like Neloth and Gilvoth.
The first advertisement was for a laxative called Morrowlax and featured Gilvoth in a...well...very very uncomfortable situation.
The other advertisement is for the Little Blue Potion, which is a remedy for mers and men who have...uh....performance issues. Neloth had the "honor" of being chosen as the subject for this product's advertisement.
When Neldor saw the advertisements he laughed and said in jest, "So that's what that big boom was that I heard this morning. I thought it was thunder but it was obviously Neloth's and Gilvoth's heads exploding. Somehow I doubt that either one of them agreed to appear in these ads."
Beneath each of the ads was small text that said that the products were distributed by "Crodros Inc". That same name is on the sign outside the business building in town, so if Master Neloth and his friend Gilvoth have a problem with the ads (and they likely will), they can take it up with whomever works in the Crodros Inc offices.
Oh to be a fly on those walls when the confrontation takes place.
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Since I'm writing another entry it should be obvious that Neldor and I survived last night's guild assignment. Using our bows and fire enchanted arrows, we were able to dispose of the zombies (a little over half a dozen of them) that were roaming around within the mausoleum. We noticed that while these people were most certainly dead, they were not in advance stages of decay. Whoever created these zombies made them from the recently deceased.
Once the zombies were put down lower ranking guild members had the grisly task of burning the corpses so they could not be used to create walking dead again. Leaving our guild-mates to their clean-up, Neldor and I headed back to our home. Although we were both extremely tired after being awake all night, we found we couldn't sleep due to our muscles feeling overworked and sore. This is when we decided to stop by the newly opened Autumn Rose spa for massages. And yes, this is a reputable place with certified healers who give therapeutic massages and is certainly not the sort of place one would find in Suran.
After the sessions, with the pain and tension gone from our backs and shoulders, we strolled through town for a little while just to enjoy the sunshine and the fact that the snow has entirely melted away. At least for now.
As we were walking by the public library, I commented, "On a day like this it's tempting to quit the guild right now and go purchase our crop seeds."
Neldor agreed, "I know, unfortunately snow is still possible this early in the spring. At least the bright side is that we've gotten through the worst of it. Late winter is finally over."
It wasn't long after this conversation that we headed home to get some much needed rest before we go in for tonight's shift at the guild, but before I close this entry and go to bed, I simply must mention a pair of advertisements that appeared in today's edition of the Tattler. Someone who works at that newspaper does not like Neloth and Gilvoth.
The first advertisement was for a laxative called Morrowlax and featured Gilvoth in a...well...very very uncomfortable situation.
The other advertisement is for the Little Blue Potion, which is a remedy for mers and men who have...uh....performance issues. Neloth had the "honor" of being chosen as the subject for this product's advertisement.
When Neldor saw the advertisements he laughed and said in jest, "So that's what that big boom was that I heard this morning. I thought it was thunder but it was obviously Neloth's and Gilvoth's heads exploding. Somehow I doubt that either one of them agreed to appear in these ads."
Beneath each of the ads was small text that said that the products were distributed by "Crodros Inc". That same name is on the sign outside the business building in town, so if Master Neloth and his friend Gilvoth have a problem with the ads (and they likely will), they can take it up with whomever works in the Crodros Inc offices.
Oh to be a fly on those walls when the confrontation takes place.
