Administrative Session

Moving back to 4e. Spent the night repatching and leveling up.

Adventurers say the darndest things

Journal excerpt from The Legend of Saramago and the Sixth Mage Guild:

Finally, deciding that we could move inland and interact with the natives we head for the large city in the southern region. We enter the city and the ranger was still on recon. Sent him a message that we were in town. Shortly before  nightfall the entire town goes on alert and we see our friend.  I try to explain to the authorities but they will have none of it. By the next day we have agreed to protect a caravan traveling to the northern city. One small encounter with two airsleds, but the big problem occurred when we approached the city with its smoky stacks and machine noises. A large airship came out to greet us and a commander, whom I immediately disliked with fervor, explained that no caravans were needed but they would take the goods for us. Simple thieves, no respect for them.  I explain that I hired these adventurers to assist me on a cartographic mission to discover pre-cataclysmic sites by the Sixth Mage Guild. He seemed way to interested and we were 'asked' to accompany them. It felt very much like being held against our will and when we were finally let out to go to the bathroom I casted a Rope Trick from memory and we climbed in.