Our trek through the desert continued. Led by Coco and Whiskers, or whatever the hell they call themselves , we eventually came to a giant shoe settled among the endless dunes. I sniffed our water supply.
Should’ve checked for drugs.
On the other hand, the shoe was quite fabulous, so we knocked on the door and were greeted by a regal-looking mouse. We hoped this was not a drug induced hallucination, as the mouse seemed to know everything about getting out if the wastes. The fire crystals that Gilda had in her possession – oh yes, from smacking fire eggs that also spawned daemons when Garik decided to be a greedy ass – were the means to finding the water supply that would see us out safely. But even that was not enough… we needed the location of all the water deposits or we would die trying to cross. However, the only way to get those would be to look into a Velucian crystal ball. We had three choices: storm a Velucian stronghold, cross over into their capital on another plane, or use the one in the middle of the Arena of the Wastes. Deciding that the third option was the least batshit insane, we then set off with Cuckoo, Nibbles, and Fabulous Shoe Mouse on a quest for mystical balls.
In short, we placed bets like people possessed, despite having less than solid confidence in the ability of our tank to kill the opponents as opposed to befriending a cat. I trusted that, whatever the outcome, Gilda and her flaming amazeballs sword would be enough to conquer our opponents. I perched atop the stadium walls, ready to help them fight out of the arena if the Velucians noticed Garik clearly using their crystal ball for purposes of sneakiness and whatnot.
Garik tossed me his mystical Turner box and said, "Keep this safe until I return. "
I hid it in my cloak. Looking up, I saw Lenwe watching from across the arena. He signaled with a flick of his hand: If it comes to death… roll the dice.
This turned out to be unnecessary, as we ended up winning in a glorious show of badassery. Gilda snapped the dune witch’s neck over her knee, and Garik punched a massive paladin down a chasm with his Badass Fist Gauntlets.
Tomorrow we all fight in a grand royale, having what we need but demanding riches, glory, and fame to carry us through the next leg of our journey.