Hrm, I seem to have run out of paper in my journal. Fortunately, I have another one. Master Golvendir always told me how important it was to document his exploits, so I make sure to carry lots and lots of journals. And that special lotion he likes for his “Wizard Rash.”
Where was I… oh yes, we had just entered into a marketplace full of dead people! I remember mMaster Golvendir made me watch a theater show about that once, and it was right! None of these people knew they were dead! They just continued to go about their usual ways, and when we tried to talk to them about it, they didn’t even seem to hear it!
It wasn’t just dead merchants either, some of them were thieves! I know, because one tried to rob me! Fortunately, master Golvendir had the foresight to relieve me of my valuables himself, and the thief didn’t have anything to steal!
There was also a jester, who might or might not have known he was dead. He certainly knew he was a jester though, and had a magic mirror! At least I assume it was magic, because it showed people reflections that weren’t very accurate.. Master Golvendir ended up getting in a heated argument with the Jester, and before we knew it, somebody had stolen the mirror and it was shattered all over the floor. I’m sad, I wish I could have looked in the mirror.
One of the merchants had a lot of ale and spirits. I wonder why they call them spirits, people’s spirits aren’t made of alcohol. Maybe it’s because they raise your spirits. I know Coelric seemed to find find his spirits raised, and vanished into the market with a lady who looked less than healthy. I imagine she was very pretty when she was alive, and it was very sweet of Coelric to be able to look past such little things as decomposition and exposed bone to see her for her inner beauty.
The other merchant was selling potions and scrolls. These are the ones that excited master Golvendir the most, and he tried to convince the group to go back above the surface and retrieve his stash of herbs so he could trade with the ghost. They thought it might not be safe up there, particularly with the shield-ladies of questionable virtue and how we hadn’t actually completed our quest yet, so we decided not to go back up.
When we went to the place the golem threw all of our weapons, we found a fighting arena! There were skeletons fighting each other, and coming back to life once they were defeated! There was also another golem in there. Or maybe it was a man in a suit of armor. Or a haunted suit of armor. There was definitely a suit of armor, and he was definitely in charge.
Sir Sven and master Prestolion both seemed very interested in the fighting arena, and talked to the suit of armor. I forgot his name, but because he ends up beating all my friends to a bloody pulp, I’ll call him armor man.
Armor man said that if they were to win in the tournament, they could win their worth as a prize. He also had a champion, and if they could beat him, they’d win much, much more! They both looked very interested, although they were still missing their weapons and looked depressed about that. There were lots of weapons on the sand arena in the middle of the room, but nobody wanted to go in there.
Armor man got more and more impatient and angry with them. Master Golvendir and master Prestolion both decided that the best course of action was to beat up armor man and then do whatever comes naturally after that. I’m not sure what would come after that, since he’d still have all his skeletons and the champion. Plus, he was already dead, and it seemed to be real hard to convince these dead people they were dead, so I’m not sure how we’d get him to lay down and be all dead.
Master Golvendir started using a spell he told me about once. It’s not really a spell, so much a secret technique, that wizards use all the time, where they make lots of noise and ruckus to hide the fact that they’re actually very crippled. It seemed to work, because he got the attention of everybody in the arena, particularly armor man who decided master Golvendir was worth hundreds of silver pieces!
I think master Golvendir’s plan was to distract armor man while sir Sven and master Prestolion hit him as hard as they could at once. He once called it an “alpha strike.” I hope he teaches me about the beta strike as well, because this one didn’t work well.
The entire arena worth of skeletons came back to life, and master Golvendir flung a very, very large mace to master Prestolion. Before he could send a sword sir Sven’s way, he was trying to defend himself.
Master Prestolion hit armor man really, really hard though! He hit him so hard that his armor caved in, and I could hear bones snapping and everything! I would think convincing him he was dead would be even easier now, but I guess I am wrong because he got back up and started beating up everybody.
I lost track of what was going on in the battle after that. Master Golvendir looked pretty panicked that his bluster and alpha strike didn’t work, and as I write this, he’s using the second secret technique he taught me besides being loud and frighting: playing dead.
I ran into the market and took some scrolls from the ghost lady in there. She can’t hold real money, so I don’t feel as bad, because I couldn’t pay her even if I wanted to. I know stealing’s wrong but I don’t want master Golvendir and sir Sven and master Prestolion and master Ahlwin (who has been quieter than usual) to get beat up, and maybe there’s some magic in them I can use!
Master Coelric is having a fight as well I can tell, because when I ran to the market I heard some very loud screaming and thumping sounds coming from the room he had retired to. I hope he’s okay, he might be a thief and a brigand and a criminal, but he’s very nice to me!