Igberts Log, GnomeDate 7.29.22

The moles were right. I made my way to Ptolus to see if it was true that Uncle Igbot had been slain. Ambling around a big city I imagined that his killers would have likely sold his equipment. Thusly, I gathered information and found the magic shoppe. To my surprise I entered just as the fiends were selling his most prize possessions!

To their great fortune, the ugly one had a fast tongue and identified themselves as Uncle Ig's compatriats (they're not gnomes, I know). I told them I was there to continue his quest and find the necklace. The fear in their eyes swelled up.

Reluctantly, I agreed to let them accompany me on this quest. I was quite ready to go but they informed me that the banewarrens have been sealed by a powerfully magic door that even Uncle Igster could not open. (Their lives held in the balance that these words were true). We spent a great deal of time talking to people and sages that would supposedly know the magic to open these doors.

(Side note: The elf female is clearly attracted to me - I know I shouldn't have been lifting all those weights! No matter. I am strong and am done with tallies, point-ear or otherwise. Especially after that whole "Half-orc incident")

Anyway, we traveled to the warrens (finally) and fought a nasty troll. They said it had some disappearing ability but the only way I saw it disappearing was chunk by chunk as my blade ripped it apart. I defeated it easily (oh.. and they helped too).

They assured me that this troll was partly responsible for Uncle Igbot's death. Then his death is extra sweet. I shall clear the banewarrens of them thar Lammias and Minotaurs too to be sure the vengeance is complete.

Onward! To fine the necklace!

Igbert out