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May 14 1:00AM
We arrived back at C-town fairly well rested after having crushed a black pearl only to rest again!  For all the bluster they speak, these guys are easy on the resting.  Iâ€™m going to figure out something better to do with my rest time.  Well, okay, we did spend a few minutes before resting doing some fancy things.  First, Arben identifies our full clear vial as sweet water and our half full green vial as a water breathing potion.  Iâ€™ll keep ahold of these.  


Next, we chat with this sad woman.  I guess she thought the DG had killed her father, but they hadnâ€™t?  Arben takes some rest time to magic mirror his location for her.  I donâ€™t trust her and try to get people to follow her a lot (Helena does, though not a lotâ€”all she finds out is that this sad girl, a nun, does not care very much about unicorns).  At 10 oâ€™clock we see some folks riding on turtles.  There are two monks and a Halfling.   They seem like bad news (brotherhood of purity?  That doesnâ€™t sound  like bad news) and cut us off before we can message her pop.  The nun tries to run off after them, but she shouldnâ€™t know where he is from that.  I donâ€™t trust her, but Arben gives her researchers.  


Another hour later (11:00AM) we chat with ogrid the giant.  Arben tries to get a deal to distribute his ale in C-towns premier gastro-pub and Zombres pumps him for information about Dunstan.  The deal is this: D wanted some abilities that Eger, Ogridâ€™s storm-god, can grant.  He will on the condition that D is able to drown a certain cleric in Denmark.  We should probably stop that, but we donâ€™t.  


(Noon CMT) Instead, we waste another hour and find a palace in Cordoba.  Some Muslim folks play a joke on us by dressing as asophis, and tell us to get our butts down there, so we do.  Norwit has left Arben a note (we find it later, but just so you know it said â€œArben, you filthy pervert.  The king of the Gypsies is marrying his sister.  This is important [what is this?].  I have a plan to sell everyone out and come out on top.  Followâ€¦â€ itâ€™s been eaten by some rats so we canâ€™t tell what he says after that.) that we canâ€™t find until we can find his rats (which we do).  


We chat with some Masons (Burnlord and Henry) who know weâ€™re going to be headed there.  They tell us all about the internal strife in the Masonic ranks and promise to, when the time comes, will tell us the name of God should we pass three tests at Mainz (the test of Hiram Abiff, the test of knowledge, and the test of virtue).  These are going to be questions, they should take but a quarter of an hour to answer, and upon answering weâ€™ll know all of the names of issac.  However, we wonâ€™t be able to get into the place unless we have some fancy ring.  UGH IHATE THE MASONS.  They care about jewels and secrets and not about justice and starvation.  This is pretty good news, I think (except that we may need the names before the moon?  I donâ€™t know the order, I should ask Zombres â€¦ he keeps these things in his orderly mind).  


Then thereâ€™s a problem.  Some hysterical nun blames us for her troubles.  She was a good worshiper of jesus, but started worshiping some pre-celtic Attegina when the going got tough.  Attegina was able to bestow parthenogenesis, which kept these nuns happy for a while, but when she was pissed because we got in the way of her and doth rhanna enjoying carnal sins she started giving her nuns demon births.  Then, woe upon woe, these women were enslaved by their own children.  They get what they deserve (Gwyn agrees and doesnâ€™t even want to help this person out).  While she pleads with us she gives birth to a beasty which moves us to action.  Itâ€™s not the action she wants, though.  She wants us to bring a rod of doth rhanna to her god (itâ€™s a snake headed goat rod or something).  Instead we decide to kill their babies.  Thereâ€™s no time to rest, so we leap into pretty weak action, especially as Kolya has been called away to his home on an emergency cheese incident.  While weâ€™re there we fight a some beasties (centaurs with blade hooves, flying monsters, bearede beasts, another scorpion tailed dude, and one huge rat whom I took out myself).  I do a pretty good job of thwacking things and everyone acknowledge how great my contribution to the party was.  If it werenâ€™t for me and Marcella weâ€™dâ€™ve all been dead.  I truly am Jesus chosen warrior friend.  Now I have to try to heal some of my less-than-chosen friends without accidentally killing them.  12:30 CMT