I don’t recall much of the long march back to the The Glade from the necromancer’s lair under the standing stones. What happened in the tunnels between leaving the group to tend my wounds in the light of day and the rest of the party surfacing, I can’t guess. Although the dessication and rot from the mummy’s touch only affected my arm, it seemed to take my observation skills with it. It’s all a bit hazy.
We traveled into the night, my companions pushing on for hours despite some of us suffering exhaustion. Val even carried Travis for several miles! We discussed stopping for the night, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Her determination to power through and get me to the cleric at the fort in The Glade was a seemingly uncharacteristic display of concern.
It sounds rather melodramatic to say that no one has ever done something like that for me before, but it’s true. Even when the mountain dwarves took me in as a child, it required no such exertions on anyone’s part. Truth be told, it was pretty obviously in their interest, since I’ve always had a knack for finding gemstones and minerals – I earned my keep. But I can’t see what motivated Val’s concern today. I seem to be the poorest fighter among my comrades, so it was bad judgment on my part to be at the forefront of the fray. Getting oneself injured beyond repair just puts everyone else at risk, and limits what little I can do as a spellcaster.
Wynlynn kept us moving quickly through the forest with impressive skill. As twilight fell, she pointed out tracks along our bushwhacked route – some from the usual forest creatures, but others clearly made by zombies, thankfully traveling away from us. Chasing down such abominations was not on our agenda tonight.
Lying here in the fort infirmary at the edge of sleep, I still can’t feel my hand, despite the cleric Wilhelm’s ministrations. Using the wrong hand makes it quite hard to scrawl these notes clearly enough to read, and I keep smearing the ink. The page looks about as coherent as I feel.
Hopefully amputation can be avoided. I never imagined that Aramenté would involve anything like this.
UNOMAHA D&D 