Diadora’s Journal #2: Those whom we met- and those who met us :)

Journal – a review of the event so far

It has been a while since I had time to review my notes and add more details, we have been extremely busy lately, but that must not be an excuse- for my goal is clear and the journey must be recorded for the organization…

Hmmm, now that I think about it, I must admit that our last encounters were, well more strange than usual.

It seems that this maze is drawing a vast assortment of… Well FREAKS!!!

It all started with an old man, who at first seemed to have some connection to the world of nature, and I say at first- because he quickly revealed his true colors- being a “poor victim” of some sort of magical experiment of sort- who “just happens” to sell magical scrolls at ridiculously high prices…

If this dude wasn’t bad enough, our next encounter introduced us to another group of adventurers- a big smelly oaf- who isn’t an oaf- but rather have a very low self esteem, also suffering from a progressed case of paranoia for he believes that everyone view him as an oaf; an elf, or was it a human (so hard to tell when they are hooded) who couldn’t stop crying for one reason or another- a wizard or was it a cleric or a paladin (don’t remember and don’t care) who managed to spin Verena on his little finger with a smile (an ugly one if you ask me) and a dwarf, I think it was a dwarf who engaged in a drinking ritual with Tristan (note for self- REMIND Tristan to charge his clients for the ale- especially dwarves!)…

I bet you wonder how so many weird individuals could gather in a single place…. I wonder that as well… but wait; I kept the “best” for last…

The icing on the weirdo cake was a man (well manish thingy) named Felix… or Parrot – as I refer to him (I apologize to all you colorful winged beings around the world).

This one is indeed a piece of work: He walks around in golden armor which is extremely noisy and which reflects light! Not the smartest thing to do especially in a hostile environment (second note to self- coat his armor with some animal “produces”- will definitely improve camouflage and might actually improve the smell).

Even stranger than his choice of clothes are his manners: His seems to believe in “Luck” and in a Luck “Goddess”- he has a “magical” coin which he flips in order to determine his next course of action… I mean come on! Allowing a coin to dictate one’s route is as ridicules as Tristan’s belief that he can actually cook…

But wait, things get even more bizarre than that: at some point we were “lucky” to find a talking stick… yes, you heard me right, a TALKING… STICK… Not only didn’t it want to shut up, like EVER, but it also seemed to befriend our most loud and annoying member… Felix – you can only imagine what this couple did together- speaking and arguing as if they were a married couple- only that one of them was… A STICK!

If you wonder why I said that he was a team member- it’s because our “smart” companions allowed him to join us- a very irrational and illogical decision if you ask me…

Since Felix, a.k.a Parrot joined our team- he managed to be turned to stone, locked in a trap room where he was forced to dance while a big pile of stone was falling on his head, and oh- locked in a small jar! – “Just” what we needed…

Although, I must admit that he possess one redeeming quality which is the ability to revive our group members – healing various sorts of affliction

Doh! I guess it is my punishment for skipping those healing sessions in the village- preferring to go and blast things instead- so I guess I have no choice but except Felix as a member, for the time being…

Oh, I think someone is coming, I better continue this later…