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On downtime...

7/17/2013

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Every time we get back to town it's the same. I head off to the tavern for a drink, and get some well needed rest, meanwhile the rest of the party goes on to cause all sorts of problems and delays.

The Cleric runs off to his church to do... god knows what. Rituals, holidays, holy sites, it doesn't matter, he's so damn sanctimonious, he could pray to a lamb chop to give him dinner.

The Rogue, always with the damn thieving. He gets locked up almost every time we come back, and when he's not in jail he's getting ambushed by the local thieves for invading their turf. Last time we were in town, he said he had to go get some things enchanted. My arse! He tried stealing a huge ruby from the head of a rival guild of thieves, and wound up chained to a Hippopotamus bobbing up and down the river with people shouting for it to, "submerge already." Do you know how hard it is to drag a Hippo out of a river? Well it wasn't that hard really, but damn it was annoying.

The Mage, he might be the worst. Always running off to some library or tower, and coming back either on fire, or being chased by some conjured up problem. Why can't he just leave well enough alone? He tried to summon a demon for information one time, and it broke his little salt circle, and started punching ME in the face. My face. MY FACE! And I'm like, come on man I didn't bring you here, that guy did. We managed to banish it back to it's home plane but not before the Mage had the gall to laugh at the damage it did to my face. One day I'm going to throttle that book reading bitch-man.

The druid's not all bad though. Sometimes he even goes to the bar with me. I think he really looks up to me, always talking about how big my muscles are, and complimenting me on my sword fighting prowess. Still he is a bit odd. Last time we went out drinking he got waaay too drunk and kept pestering me to dance. I mean, I don't dance. I'm a man. I told him there were serving wenches who would dance, but he insisted I try. I eventually just went to my room. Not sure what he did after that, but we found him shape-shifted at the petting zoo the next morning, and lucky thing too. He was being assaulted by a stallion who mistook him for a real horse. I thought he might be a bit damaged afterwords but seems to have dealt with the shock fairly well.

Ah well, I wouldn't be in a party if I didn't need these guys. I suppose they'll just have to do. Until we get back to town at least.
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