Grmlch we hardly knew ye
Well, I’m back. Resurrected by the ark no less! How many people can say that? Not a lot I’ll bet. You live an honest life, and then when you meet a dishonest death, it doesn’t stick. That’s what I would have always said if I’d been in any position like this before. But I’m way ahead of myself. Here’s the deal:
The danger gang, my corpse, and that shadow dude had all just been walloped by Harivarma. He almost ate Arben’s brain when Zombres gave in and gave up the goods—informational goods in this case. I guess super powerful octopus people are pretty bad at trivia, because this was an easy riddle.
In any case, on our way out we snatched utpala’s hat. Zombres put it on—it made him kind of dumb and want to blow up the sun—and he brought me back to life. Well, first he healed Kolya. Not the order I’d’ve done things in, but his was are almost as inscrutable as most people think God’s are (which, I mean, they are, but if you’re good at scruting then not all of them as mysterious as everyone says). Then he casts stone tell—typical Zombres—but he doesn’t ask an endless number of questions for what seems like hours—VERY ATYPICAL ZOMBRES. I roll with the punches on this one, but Gwyn seems to have picked up on this as a clue. I’ll tell ya why.
So, we fight this horrific demon that drives me insane. Then Zombres summons an angel—Nelehiel or some nonsense like that—who tells us that zombres is evil. We sick him on the second of these hell-demons and Gwyn steals the hat right off of Zombres head. He tells everyone that Gwyn isn’t being unnecessarily jerky in this case.
The angel brings me back to my senses—he had such beautiful blood—but Arben is driven mad by another one of these dudes. Eventually, after like five of htem, we find a hole that they’re coming out of. We smash one last one and seal up the hole. People start to hee-haw and yabba gabba when Gwyn filches a flying ring from Arben’s maddened finger, flies out of a hole in the ceiling, and spots our foe. Unfortunately, our foe spots us too. The battle that follows went well, Harivama gave up everything except his mask and left. Unfortunatly, Utpala broke the stick in half exploding me nearly to death—and grmlch way back to the shadow plane. I was pretty struck with grief at this point. I wanted to talk to him about what it was like to hang around my amygdala for a while. I’ll bet he knows me even better than I know myself by now—and the Delphic oracle told me to know myself—so its likely I could have gained a lot from that conversation. What a friendly guy to sacrifice his only shot outside of the shadow realm to help out a bunch of strangers. I guess you can’t judge a creature by the plane of its origin. Samaritans come in all shapes an sizes.
While I was pondering all this, someone flew down and got a spear shoved in the back.
