It was just another day. Nothing really going on. Frankly, I was getting a bit bored. So when I heard from Thorpe that he wants to go hunting for poison and asking if I want to go along, I decided to accept. Lyria also was going along. In retrospect, I suppose that should have been obvious. After all, who better than a healer to identify poisons?

No, I don't get any kickbacks for posting this here, but if you've been gaming for any length of time, you know that any proper dungeon crawl, and most adventures, start in a bar, or will at some point be in a bar. Those brilliantly devious minds at Steve Jackson Games have provided us with then essential supplement that has been missing for the last three decades: Dungeon Fantasy 10: Taverns.

My previous adventure had been fun, but it was time to settle down and make a living. In this case, I was hired to steal a flask. Just that, nothing fancy. Well, maybe a little fancy. It was an iron flask, after all. And the job was for the wizard Angus. Well, I can pretend it's nothing fancy.

So, first, scouting the estate. Going in off the main street is, of course, a bad idea. Fortunately, there's an access road along the back. Spiky iron fences are pretty good for the owner, but lax gardeners are good for thieves. Taking advantage of a tree branch that had been allowed to grow out over the fence, I was up, over, and down. The dog was elsewhere, and I had no intention of waking it. Silently, I crept to the kitchen entrance. A little pick in the lock, a little oil in the hinges, and I was in.

De retour à Overlook, les aventuriers ont ramené le corps du paladin Kalad Hammerstriker mort au temple de Moradin et informé les autorités de leur mission au monastère. Surpris, le frère du paladin, Galak Hammerstriker, s'est porté volontaire pour aider les aventuriers à retourner vers Bordrin's watch, cette fois pour entrer dans la ventilation pour amorcer le Nexus qui est supposé prévenir un invasion de la forteresse par en-dessous.

Alice was hired on to do a bit of investigation work into a wealthy girl's disreputable boyfriend. The girl, Niki Saunders, is into the goth vampire scene as a form of rebellion. She goes to a club called Fangs. She also picked up a small white terrier, who showed up and declared himself Alice's dog.

It started out like any ordinary day. I had heard that some noble was getting a shipment of good wine. It doesn't seem like my usual kind of thing, but I figured what the hey, the noble's probably got tons of the stuff. He won't really miss it, and it would probably cheer up some less fortunate people. Or maybe he drinks it like water and would notice, in which case I doubt anyone would pay much attention to his ravings anyway.