Day 9: Hurray Oathday the 27th Rova, 4707

The day started out with a nice meal prepared by Jonathan and Ameiko. I swear that she was testing his resolve to stay in the relationship with Shayliss, but I know it is just banter. We all got together for a communal meal, including Shalelu and Ameiko. Shalelu had a previously scheduled meeting with the nobility of the town, to explain again the dangers of what is coming. When you include the plans that we uncovered from Tsuto's Journal, it makes it even more pressing to get their support. Similarly, Ameiko would be busy with the same meeting, trying to convince Scarnettis and the Valdemars along with Shalelu. I sincerely wished them luck. All we had to do was kill monsters, they had to face off against people that they were trying to get money from. I've had those kinds of meetings, and they rarely if ever went well.

After they left, I asked Faunra if she could go over what we knew that we might be facing. She told us that she didn't know what they were referring to when they were talking about freaks. If they were Dretches, which would make sense if we were dealing with a Quasit, then much the same information is true. She told us that Quasits are tiny demons that weak against Cold Iron or Good aligned weapons. They were immune to Electricity and Poison, and resist Acid, Cold, and Fire. They can Fly, go invisible, and rapidly heal from wounds. If the freaks were actually dretches, then the only main differences would be that they were medium sized and don't fly. There isn't a good reason for someone to bring up Quasits and not Dretches however so she wouldn't count on the freaks being Dretches. Other than that, we might expect to have to deal with a flying, invisible, spellcasting incarnation of evil. Fun. Well, I might have an idea about how to deal with that, An actual cheap way. I'll need some flour, maybe Ameiko won't be too upset if we borrow a few pounds. With Jonathan's projectile attack, we might be able to swing this thing.

We made our way to the glassworks without much issue. A couple of good mornings or hellos but a lot of people were busy with work. It was Oathday after all, and deals had to be made. There was no one outside the glassworks when we arrived. I guess the Mayor set everyone straight. Or maybe just recommended that people leave it alone. My inner hippy tells me that we will need some serious cleansing to make this place right after what happened, but I can't think about that right now. I need to get serious. I had spent some time this morning studying up in my books. I might be able to figure out how to spot an invisible creature later with a Kirlian phone app I downloaded on a lark some months ago, but I don't have the availability to try something like that at this moment. I thought to look into the optics of my rifle, but the likely thing is, that the area will be even smaller than the building, leaving me with worse shots, if I can even aim at all. In the end, I decided on fiddling with my glasses a bit to see if I can maximize my ability to see in the dark and make it easier for me to notice things. One of the pair of lens frames seems to work together well to contrast things and make them pop out a little bit better, but it only lasts so long before my eyes adjust to the contrast. I also decided to check up on under barrel laser sight on my pistol. It still works, for now anyway. I'll have to flick it on when I use it. I might only have a few uses left before the battery dies. Maybe all of my preps and those of everyone else will swing the day for us.

We entered the Glassworks, on guard but not especially worrying. We did a sweep of every room and ensured that there was nothing wrong before heading downstairs. I asked Faunra if she thought it would be possible to clean this building magically after everything was all said and done. She told me it would take the better part of a day for one person to do it, but it was possible. I thanked her for her input. I need to learn magic somehow. Or find some way to get my technology in line with magic enough to make an effect. Maybe I just need to reach further into my books to see other possible solutions to these problems.

Once we were downstairs we cleared all of the rooms. We discussed things amongst ourselves and decided to lock the door behind us. No matter what, we didn't need to have the entities having an easy time of getting into the town above if they beat us. I'm putting away my tablet now. I'll add more if and when I survive.

Well, now I'm a demon slayer, or at least one of a group of demon slayers. Those freaks were not demons after all, but aberrations by the name of Wrath Spawn. Apparently they were popular in Thassilon, something that Faunra tells me that she has to talk to us about later. I can accept that. The first one that we saw was taken out by a combination of Jonathan's launching of some debris, Faunra peppering it with a spell enhanced arrow, and Dame Rebekah slashing into it with her well-crafted sword. In between Faunra and Dame Rebekah, the thing moved like out of a horror flick and rushed up to try to slash and bite me. I was taken aback by the thing's resemblance to any number of scary movies, but the rest of the group had managed to disable it before it could attack me again, or before I would have had to react and attack to save myself. I'm just lucky that the thing stumbled on his (its'?) way to me.

We made sure that the thing was deceased, using its' own ranseur to stab through what should have been the thing's brain. It dissolved into ectoplasm and dissipated. We came to a fork in the rough-hewn tunnel and decided to pick right. This tunnel went a little way until it came to a well-made and formed room. This was apparently an old storeroom, completed with ancient pottery which had food stores that have long since crumbled to dust. There wasn't much in this room aside from that and a door heading North. We decided to take it, as walking in smoother semi-darkness was better than rough semi darkness. I really wish I had night vision goggles. Then I remembered my flashlight. I got it out of my pack and turned it on. It illuminated the path a great deal. I knew that we would never be able to go about secretly, but without the ability to see, we were in a no win situation. At least it makes the area around us bright as normal light, when coupled with Jonathan's Ring. I've heard of these things called Ioun Torches, I might have to get one.

We came to another intersection, one where we could go right or straight ahead. I thought it best to go right, but the rest of the group figured it best to try to link back up with the original tunnel. We moved on to the next room, this time it had a statue of a really angry woman with a high quality ranseur in her grasp. We liberated the statue of that, and Faunra looked like she recognized the woman. Apparently it is one of the Rune-lords that had been in opposition to the one that had punished her village. We asked if she wanted to destroy the statue, but she figured that it wouldn't mean much to either her, her people, or the woman that the statue is of. We accepted, and decided to take the West exit. We looked out to the left and to the right, and saw that the tunnel ends. When we turned back around, we noticed that something lewd into the statue's face somehow no one knows how this happened, but I'm pretty sure that this might piss the person off more than the statue's destruction. Those gouges are pretty deep too. I wonder who could have done this.

With West out of the way, we proceeded North. We came to what was once a prison apparently. The wooden boards likely should have disintegrated by now if the food is of any indication how old this place is, but the magic of this place has kept them in good shape. Not the food though for some reason. The wood must be magically preserved. I decided that we would totally pillage that, as having preserved wood was damn useful. Oh yeah, we were attacked by two more of those monstrosities. I'm a little ashamed to say that I got spooked and blasted the thing in the head. Right square between the eyes. It reached for me and I nope'd the fuck out of it. It disintegrated into ectoplasm before the sound even stopped ringing. There goes any element of surprise. The other one reached for Dame Rebekah, but was hit in the head with a launched brick by Jonathan before having its' head cut off by Dame Rebekah's sainted sword. The only exit in this room was to the east. I asked the group which way they thought that we should go. They responded with either mawps, meeps, or mowps. After everyone got their hearing back, I started to ask again, but was interrupted by Dame Rebekah demanding to know what the hell was that.

I told her that this is my gun, an invention from where I was from that launches a projectile at speeds that are faster than sound. They all were a bit skeptical about that, but I promised to explain things later, but suffice to say that if I shot something with it, it will be hurt, at least as much as a bow shot, and maybe much more. They asked if it needed to be so loud. I told them that most of that sound was the chemical explosion and the sound of something going past the speed of sound. There were devices that could be attached to these weapons that decreased the sound, but were judged illegal by government of the country that I was a citizen of. Dame Rebekah thought about that and nodded to herself. I added that I try to use other methods of attacking, but if necessary I will use this. They reluctantly acknowledged that it was a useful weapon, and that it wouldn't be wise to not use a weapon that was effective.

We decided to continue on to the east, and were confronted with a torture chamber. There was a lot of torture implements laying around, and an exit to the room to the East and South. We decided to check on the South door, thinking it might lead back to the earlier corridor. Nope, it led to a study. A demolished study with torn up books and destroyed furniture. There were three cells that had deformed skeletons in them. I think that Jonathan noticed something, but he was slick about keeping it to himself. We left after finding nothing much of interest. The East Door that remained on the torture room opened to a set of stairs going down. Not a good sign.

There was no door at the end of the stairs, only a somewhat oddly shaped room with eleven pits. In each of the pits was a zombie, remnants of former victims of this place I would guess. For some reason, the zombie flesh remains, while dead bodies have their flesh suffer the wrath of time? What might have been the biggest goblin of all time was there, mutated to the point that it would have been a suitable extra in "The Hills Have Eyes". It was wielding an obviously magical longsword, a fine quality hand-axe and silvered dagger. He was waiting for us at the other end of the room, obviously it was not that gifted with intelligence. It started to rush forward, only to be peppered by Faunra's one-two combo of a good bow hit and a follow-up of a telekinetically launched arrow. The second doing less damage than the first, obviously. Dame Rebekah hit it with one of her super-strong arrows and it was finished off by Jonathan launching a steel bearing at it. I was wondering why he carried them. Awful useful in that regard. Unfortunately, the body collapsed and fell into one of the pits with the zombies in it. Thankfully, the zombies couldn't climb. Jonathan took his time pinging them with ball bearings that he mainly launched through their skulls, after the second try anyway. They seemed a bit too squirmy to make it that easy. I really hope that he doesn't re-use those things. He also used his ability to pick stuff up to get the weapons that this mutant goblin had up to us. He didn't have the strength to lift the entire goblin up, but we managed to cut off his head. Maybe Deverin would like it. I think that this might be one of those goblin chiefs that Shalelu was talking about earlier. It certainly was big for its kind. We had to be really careful, as apparently this thing would have had a projectile vomit attack where the stomach acid it spewed could have melted through almost anything except metal or stone. After all of this mess was dealt with, there was only one exit, and that was to the South. So I made note of the extra lumber that could be attained here and we headed that way. Faunra mentioned to herself that any of these things could have been considered "freaks" but none of them were demons.

We came to an intersection, with a hallway to the left that would be heading further east. I could easily see that it looked like a spiral staircase heading down. I convinced them to briefly entertain looking, and we discovered that the staircase was blocked with rubble. Jonathan heard the faint howl of unearthly dogs from below and we decided that we would have to look into that later. Or maybe just bring in some Alchemical Cement and reinforce the blockage. If those curious canids had been alive this long, it might be best to deal with them, rather than leave them to a world that might have to fight them later on.

Back at the intersection, we turned left to be heading back south. We were confronted by a large spherical chamber that allowed things to float in it. Might be a good way to design a sensory deprivation chamber. There were some things in it, that Jonathan used his mighty mind powers to haul back to us. Apparently, one of the items was a magical wand! Another item was a scroll of some kind of Arcane Magic. I didn't ask at the time because I couldn't use either. Maybe I'll learn some day, but for now I preferred to be safe. The wine looked to be just wine, and the book looked to be a cross between something written by Hannibal Lector and the Marquis de Sade. Not something I'd appreciate, but worth something to a collector no doubt. Maybe Chask Haladan, back up in the Curious Goblin would pay for it. The dead raven and the maggots were just that. We turned around and headed back. We didn't encounter anything specific on our way back to the room with the statue, but I know that I felt like I was being watched by someone or something.

I told the group that I was considering coming back to gather up the wooden planks after we had cleared this place out, as the wood had lasted so long here, it must be magically preserved. I also added that I was looking into gathering some Alchemical Cement and filling in the stairs going down after Jonathan had heard that baying. Dame Rebekah asked why the wooden planks? I told her that we could replace the wood planks from her cart and have a much stronger, longer lasting one. She nodded to that and I added that the rest can be a straight up trade for the Alchemical Cement if needed. When we were back at the defaced statue, we had two choices left, both were East heading corridors that we had not investigated yet. We decided that we would clear the one that was connected to the statue room before checking out the last one. I'll stop for now and update more after we get through the second hallway.

This path led to a series of stairs and landings that ended in a closed door. I opened the door and was faced with something that I only distantly remembered out of a Malaysian folklore. I thought it was called a Penanggalan. I was totally surprised and stuttered out the only thing in Malay that I knew, a very sarcastic "This is just perfect". This evil monstrosity kissed me on the lips before I passed out. When I woke up, I noticed that everyone was around me and was sad. I asked what had happened and I was told that the group had rushed to defend me from this monstrosity after I fell. Jonathan launched an arrow at the vile thing after I dropped out of the way, Dame Rebekah slashed the thing with her sword knocking a little further away from me, and Faunra burrowed an arrow into the things brain, dropping it. Faunra had immediately identified it as a Vargouille after the battle and checked her books on the matter.

She told me that she had discovered that Vargouilles are evil outsiders. She added that they have a poisonous bite, a disorientating shriek, and, pausing a bit before continuing, the ability to propagate with a kiss. Apparently, this is a disease that might be paused by sunlight, but is only curable by a remove disease spell. She said that I might have as little as four hours and as much as twenty-four hours before the transformation is complete, if I was infected with it. I replied that we still had some more of this area to deal with and if I didn't make it, I didn't make it. Waiting a day to find out would not help us if I did change. I had silently accepted to myself that I might not ever go home to see my family again. I didn't feel any different, but who knows if I would, or if it would be something that you needed to grow up around magic to even notice?

The rest of the group were a little put off by my apparent dismissal of the possible deadly condition that I could have, and the terror that I might inflict on other people after I change. I'll have to tell them about how my family has had to deal with wasting diseases before, that don't have cures. The fact that we could be done with what we have to do, and I could be out of here and in the sunlight in less than an hour means that I can try to find a way to get healed before anything even takes effect. I just needed to focus on getting everything done and get back up in the sunlight. No time to go slow anymore, now we need to rush.

We went through the pool room, and on to a set of stairs that looked like they would have went all the way up to the surface, if they were not blocked off with rubble. We will have to look into the possibility that this is a problem later. As far as right now, all that was left was the last corridor that we had passed first. Funny how things like this work out. I guess that the rest of the group had caught my sense of urgency, because they were not milling around at all. We rushed down the hallway until we came to an altar. Even I could tell that. Unfortunately, none of us could tell who it was dedicated to. I hazarded the guess that it was likely to an evil deity, and everyone else agreed. We could tell that the water wasn't a good thing. Dame Rebekah felt how evil this water was somehow and used a spell. She purified the water that was in the basin and some of the evil miasma in the area decreased. I'm sure that we will be able to figure out something to do with the altar after we find the quasit and deal with it. Priorities first. There was only one exit to this room, a door to the South East. Hopefully, it was there. Don't have any time to update this .doc file any more. Need to get in there and deal with this thing.

Well, here is how it went. Before we opened up the door, Jonathan told us that he didn't want another Vargouille surprising us like last time, and recommended that we at least listen at the door. I didn't hear anything, so he tried to sneakily open the door. To everyone's surprise he managed to, and also managed to see what was in there. He closed the door quietly, and told us. Faunra identified it immediately. She told us that this was likely the Quasit that Tsuto had written about. Knowing that this was a demon from the Abyss, and hence someone else's area of expertise, I asked what her recommendation was. She said that it would be best if we got as prepared as we could, rushed in, and used full force in a rapid manner. Some demons are spell casters and almost all have magical abilities that can be confused and prevented from functioning if they lose concentration. I asked if the gunfire would count as a distraction, and Faunra caught the intention and nodded. I asked the group if they wanted the ear plugs now. They all asked how we would be able to communicate. I told them that the ear plugs just make things quieter, not silent. Talking louder would still convey. Before everyone put them in, Faunra recommended that if we had anything that might be able to tip the scales, that we should use it now.

Until this point, I had seen precious few spells being cast. I think I could count it on all of my phalanges, without taking off my shoes. That would change after this point. Faunra and Dame Rebekah were absolutely dripping with spells that they were casting. Jonathan was doing something where he focused his energy and it looked like something from Dragonball Z. Faunra cast a spell to enchant her Cold Iron Arrows and another to summon some lights. She told us that if the Quasit went invisible, and she spotted it, that she would move one of the lights to the area it was to help us try to sight it and attack it. Jonathan claimed that he had focused his aetheric energy to minimize the damage that could be incoming. Dame Rebekah did the most. She cast a spell to make my gun and her longsword glow and told me that they would be able to attack evil now. She then cast another spell, this time to target my pistol, saying that it was temporarily enchanted, and finished off with a blessing over all of us, with prayers to her goddess to see us through this fight. I know I've said this before, but at least on this world, magic is very real. I could swear that I felt her goddess looking down upon me and smiling for the fight that would come. All I did was fiddle around with my laser dot and adjust the lenses on my safety glasses, like I had figured out earlier.

We busted in the door and ran in. This tiny looking demoness with horns, a tail, wings, and a black silk dress was hovering over a churning pool. She cackled something in a language that I don't know and cut her palm with a tiny dagger. One of the things that we had fought before congeals itself and rises out of the pit on a bee-line straight for me. Why is it always me?

My reactions were a bit better this time, and I pulled up my pistol and fired at the flying demon. She didn't seem to like it. Jonathan followed up with what looked like it should have been a strong hit, but did very little damage against her. I yelled that he should focus on the freak if he could, as the thing charged at me. Faunra tried her patented shoot-n-spell combo, but missed with the second shot. The first one speared her that demoness good though. Kind of funny to see a one-foot-tall demoness still flying with no issues when a two-and-a-half-foot long arrow is sticking through her. To the demoness' credit, she didn't let it bother her, as she cast a spell to freeze Faunra in place. I guess the arrow must have really pissed her off. By this time, the Freak had gotten to us and took a swipe at me. Maybe I'm getting better at this, because even with the Ranseur that the thing wielded, I only suffered a slight scratch. Dame Rebekah is right on the job and takes a swipe at the sin-spawn and hits it solidly.

I took another shot at the Demoness, and started to lose hope a little, because our plans were failing. It hit but it didn't hurt her as much as I had previously hit her for. Faunra was the one who was supposed to be our spotter was frozen. She was also our main damage dealer, and she was out of commission at the moment. We had very little time left before things went sideways, severely. I think that Jonathan took my subtle hint, or maybe he heard my repeated yelling of shit since Faunra froze, because he took launched another brick at the Tiny Tart. It knocked her out! I'm never going to denigrate his skills again. I think that the fight went out of the sin-spawn at that moment, because his ranseur dropped out of its hands when it struck against the bracers of Dame Rebekah, Diana Prince style, and then clumsily tried to bite her arm, striking only the bracer. She responded with an overhead chop that knocked the thing back to discorporation.

With the freak dead, and nothing stopping me, I rushed over to the minuscule malevolent menace, lifted her up off the floor, and shot her point blank with the gun. Right where the neck meets the chest. It took her head clean off. That must have shaken Faunra out of it, because just as I did that Faunra snapped out of the freezing just in time to yell "NO!". Some of the demoness' blood fell into the pool that she had cut her hand above earlier. A lot of it. Two of those freaks congealed out of the ichor and immediately took swings at me. I think that the close quarters hampered their attacks, or maybe it was summoning sickness, but only one of them managed to get a hit in, but that was with a bite. My mind was swept but such vicious thoughts of tearing into this thing for the absolute indignity of having its teeth touch my skin, but I fought off the thoughts. By the time that I had done so, one had disapparated and the other took a full stab from my machete.

Dame Rebekah came running up to provide me with her divine blessing, healing me of my wounds. We had won. I looked at the dissolving body of the Quasit. I know that we had the advantage this time. I know that there were instances where we were "luckier than we were good". All of the prep work we done had helped us, but the future wasn't an easily predicted thing. We gathered up everything that we could that looked like it could be useful or of value and rushed up to the surface, to make sure that anything that I might be undergoing would be halted. We rushed out of the glassworks, Jonathan staying behind to ensure that the building was locked up while Dame Rebekah and Faunra escorted me to the nearest healer, which just so happened to be the Sandpoint Cathedral, as if any other healer would be available in this town.

No one had a spell prepared to diagnose diseases, and apparently unless I start losing hair, I won't know if the disease took or if I am just lucky enough to have not gotten it. Now I have to sit in the dark for six hours, alone. After every hour or so, someone will come in and inspect my head. After six hours of this, the local expert on extra-planar diseases will come to investigate me, to see if I have any signs. If I don't at that point, I will be free to go. If I do, we will have to bargain for a remove disease spell. At least I get to finish out my notes for the day so far while I wait. If I notice that my hair is falling out, I'll note it in here and write something for people to remember me by.

At least this gives me some time to go back over all of my notes, and try to tie up any loose ends. We still need to deal with that Altar. I definitely need to get a handle on the gods of this realm. They are real and actively back up their petitioners. I could use a good handle on magic as well. This is a lot of stuff to focus on. I really need to find a way to be able to hit things harder and more efficiently. I only have 195 of my bullets left for my pistol. There might be a way to make the bullets in this time period, but if not, I will need to learn how to get my gun quieter. Maybe there is a way to enchant it. From what Victor told me, there are those people that have firearms of some kind. Maybe they have solved it. Maybe I need to get to work on making coil guns. That really just requires a high voltage power source, a copper coil, capacitors, a straight barrel, and a way to make the circuit "make and break" quickly. I've made home-made switches before. If I was back in my garage at home, I could make this easily enough.

I do have some videos on how to make home-made capacitors. We do have a Glassworks in town. It would be much heavier than what modern society can do, but at least it would work. I'm sure that I can figure out a way to make the copper wire that I need to make a coil. The High Voltage power source is a problem. I could make a step up transformer, but that will only work if the voltage is enough. There's a lot that I'll have to make that will have to be on such a large size that I should start trying to figure out if I can make it smaller first. Maybe magic will help with all of this?

Working on the calculations took me almost the whole first hour. Father Zantus brought in a group of younger acolytes and introduced them to me. Chelger Fespen, Acolyte of Shelyn, Lovus Vantkin, Acolyte of Desna, Walda Ambrush, Acolyte of Sarenrae, and Yannah Aurlaveu, Acolyte of Erastil. Zantus explains to me that each of the Acolytes will check in on in turn, once each hour. If they notice anything, they will bring him in. I acknowledge this and ask if they are free to talk to me when they come in. He tells me and them that they are as free to talk to me as they desire, and me to them. I thank him and them, and tell them that I will be glad to talk to them when their hour has arrived. They take their leave and I go back to work looking over my notes. I lose myself in working on the design for a couple of prototypes for coil-guns. If I can find a power source strong enough, I figure that I can make everything smaller. It will still weigh more than my pistol, but at least it will have easier to source ammunition.

That second hour all boils down to those plans. I can't do too much without knowing the dimensions of the power source, but I figured that if I set up the guns to operate off of a remote battery pack, then I could worry about that later. A lot of the plans got set up in the paint program on my tablet and I was just putting finishing touches on the last one when Chelger came in. Looked like they were going to do this in the order they were introduced? He does his brief inspection of me, looking for hair loss and other signs of the disease. As he was looking me over, he asked if I was feeling anything. I told him that no, just getting some things done. He told me that my eyes were a bit odd right now. I realized what it was, and showed him my tablet. I told him that I was alternating between writing my notes and designing weapons to help defend my fellows. He nodded to that and asked to inspect the device for magic. I allowed him and he cast a spell. He noted that there was no sign of any magic on me at all. No magical items, no hanging spells, nothing. I told him that I was from another world and that there wasn't any magic on that world. He nodded, scarcely believing me.

I told him a little bit about my home-world, and what it was like, not glossing over the bad stuff, but definitely trying to ensure that there isn't another atomic bomb scenario like with Jonathan. I told him that on my world I let him know that on my world, diseases were not healed, but were managed. We didn't have the gods answering our prayers to the extent that they do on this world. I asked him to explain everything he could about his faith, and anything he could tell me about the deities that he knew of. It was a long conversation focused around his patron Shelyn, and how she was a deity of the arts, love, and protection. I was glad that a deity like that existed. He told me that he wasn't that comfortable talking about the dictates of other faiths and asked to take his leave after a half an hour. I thanked him for his time and for what he taught me. Before he left the room, he told me that there are other ways to protect people than to just kill the other things first.

That got me thinking. I remembered an article that I had downloaded about 4 years ago how scientists had worked on easier processes to make flexible armor. I had looked into that, because at the time I was interested in the RLSH community and thought that maybe I could make armor for them or something. I briefly reviewed the Nano-Titanium stuff that I had gotten from the Israeli company, but realized that I would not be able to reproduce the mechanisms here. I looked for everything else that I had in that file, Silicon Carbide Dragon Skin Armor? I might be able to use the patterns, but I doubt I could make the armor materials itself. Kevlar? I don't have the tech needed. Self-repairing metals? Yeah, like those exist here. Spider Silk from genetically engineered silkworms? Nope, and I pray that Giant spiders don't exist in this world large enough to make it viable. I was about to despair when I noticed an acronym for a folder title. RPBC. I opened it and found the college research papers on Reaction Produced Boron Carbide. They used cotton from t-shirts that they got from Walmart, Boron Powder, a nickel solution, and a constant temperature for about four hours. I figured that all was lost before I remembered that the glassworks in town was designed to operate at a consistent temperature for hours at a time. I checked a chart that I had downloaded years ago and found that the temperature needed to make glass was a) less than that of iron and b) less than what was needed to produce this material. There were other complications, like ensuring that the material did not catch fire, but I feel like I can actually have a chance at this. I was just getting done with reading this when Walda came in.

She was an acolyte of Sarenrae and fairly quick with her assessment of my health. I'm betting that Chelger had reported back to the others about what I was working on, because she immediately asked me what I was working on after seeing my eyes. I told her that I was working on researching different armor technologies from my home world to help protect my friends. She nodded at that, and told me that there had been no changes from the first visit. I thanked her and asked if she was willing to tell me what she could about her faith. Her eyes lit up and she immediately went into a full description of her lady Sarenrae. She didn't leave much out and the conversation lasted a good forty minutes before there was a knock on the door and she had to excuse herself. I went back to my notes and looked for my chemistry books for how to make Argon. The modern techniques to make Argon industrially are out of my reach, but the original techniques that Lord Rayleigh had developed. That I could do. Clean area was in abundance here. I could make enough Argon to seal inside a cast iron box with a thickened glass cover to ensure that I know that there is no fire going on. I could make multiple layers at the same time, cut the fabric to match what I need before eve starting, and use multiple layers to get them to be thicker and stronger. Just as I finished writing out my "shopping list" my next visitor came in.

Yannah of Erastil knocked on the door and came in. She gave me a quick once over, much quicker than the previous clerics, and immediately asked me what I was working on. I told her about how when I talked to Chelger, he saw that I was working on weapons and recommended that I might look into protecting people rather than making weapons. I added that I was so busy talking to Walda about her faith that I only had time to look into the basics of making high end armor from my time here, because the methods might be simple enough but just had not yet been discovered until recently. I told her that I had to go with this method because none of the other stuff would be easy enough to make in this world. She asked what kinds of things they were, and I told her that there was a metal that was developed on an extremely tiny level of crafting that was far stronger than steel. She told me that there was a metal here that fell from the sky that was stronger than steel called Adamantite. Huh, just like Wolverine's claws. I told her that there was a fabric that was proof against projectiles. She didn't know of anything like that. I told her how silkworms had been changed on my home-world to make spider silk so that we could have it in the quantities that we needed to make clothing and thus armor. She asked why we just didn't harvest it from Giant Spider webs. I shuddered when she told me that giant spiders were a thing here. NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE. I then told her about self-healing metals, something that was cutting edge back at my home-world, and found out that it was very much a thing here. Huh, then I told her that I had possibly figured out a way to make one of the materials that were available in my home world that was stronger than steel but lighter. I added that if I figured it out right, I could make enough to outfit my entire group fairly cheaply.

She asked me why I was just concerned with my group. That gave me pause. Without prompting, she went into the details of her faith in her lord Erastil, a patron of communities. A lot of his dictates were a bit far from where I was. I considered myself fairly conservative, but his beliefs were even beyond me. I guess it is a really different time here. Not that I hold it against her or even him. Her conversation went on for the rest of the hour that she was allocated to me for. I don't even think she noticed that I was being polite listening to her, that she didn't really have a chance in converting me. I hope that getting a chance to talk to someone about her faith helped her. It did give me reason to pause. Why should it only be my party (to use Yannah's term for my group) who has this defensive armor? If I help improve the armor and weaponry of the guardsmen here, it might help keep the townsfolk safer. After that, maybe make the armor available to the general public? They have to deal with a lot worse dangers here than people do at home. If everyone who had been at that festival had been wearing armor of my design, there might have been less need for heroes.

Lovus of Desna came in as Yannah left. As they passed, they held a whispered conversation. He gave me a very quick once-over, the fastest by far so far and asked if I had wanted to know about his deity. I told him of course, and he went on to tell me the doctrine of the lady of luck and travel. I perked up at that. If she was the deity of travel, then maybe he might know of what it would take to get me back home. I waited for him to finish. He was thorough and explained things very well, especially when he picked up that I might be confused about a subject. When the time finally came for me to ask questions, I asked him about a way to make it back to my world. He asked me if I had ever heard of his Lady Desna before. I told him that I had not, and then told him about all of the deities that I knew of from my home-world. He knew none of these. I went on to all of the deities of fiction. Still nothing. At least until I got the works of H.P. Lovecraft. That was where there was overlap. Not in a good way mind you, but there was at least overlap. He told me that in his mind there was at least a chance. If I ever did make it back, it would be quite a journey. I think that was his subtle pitch for his goddess there. I tried to play off the distaste that I had for those who try to convert people, with an acknowledgement that yep, it would, but I think he noticed it. He changed the subject by asking to see my designs, and I showed him the armor that I was working on. I told him that I might end up expanding it beyond just my group if I can find a way to reasonable make it cheap enough. He nodded, thanked me for my time and for listening to him, and left.

I had about fifteen minutes before Father Zantus was set to come in, so I started to write down some notes, about the overlap of elder evils and how I really needed to know more about the deities that were here on this planet if I was ever going to survive. I also needed to pick up a LOT of books and start studying. The fact that spiders violated the square/cube law here and were of enormous size made me worry that I was really just losing my sanity. I did the usual self-tests to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. It had been years since I had actually remembered my dreams though, at least before arriving here. I estimated that it was only five minutes before Father Zantus knocked and came in. He told me that what Lovus had told him about our conversation had disturbed him, and that was why he had decided to come in early. By now it was fairly clear that I wasn't infected with the disease, but he wanted to make sure that it wasn't just being hidden until the last minute. He also wanted to talk to me about everything that I had been discussing with the Acolytes and about the faiths of my home-world.

I sputtered when I told him that it was never in my intention to try to proselytize to is acolytes. He laughed and said that wasn't the concern at all. He asked me questions about all of the faiths of my home-world and asked if it was true that there were no deities answering prayers where I was from. I told him that most people who claimed that their prayers were answered were usually considered to be delusional where I was from. Certainly, there was nothing as spectacular as the magic that I had seen since coming here. Even what they called cantrips were outside the reach of the people where I was from. Just the ability to create water once a day with a prayer would completely change how my people saw the world. He asked me about my personal faith, and why I believed if I didn't see the results of my prayers.

I confided in him that during a low point in my life, while I was in the military, I prayed for guidance and had a vision of the All-father. He helped me through that time and chided me to take a knee before no man and no god. Since then I have offered up sacrifices at appropriate times, but had never asked anything of him. I didn't know that it would be appropriate. He nodded, and asked if I had prayed to him since I had shown up here. I realized that I had not. He only nodded again, sagely. He then apologized to me, for his behavior when he had first met us, when we were arriving in Sandpoint. I told him that I understood, he was busy and didn't know us. He told me that this was especially wrong. His goddess was the goddess of travelers, and we were travelers seeking assistance. He told me that even though he had not known it at the time, that I had travelled, by far, further than anyone he had ever known. Farther even than most priests of Desna had. I asked if that was why Lovus had tried to convert me.

Father Zantus laughed at that. He told me that Lovus wasn't trying to convert me, he was trying to tag along with me when I was leaving. I was dumbstruck. I tried to apologize, but he just shook his head with a smile on his face. I said that anyone who could leave was welcome to go with me if I found a way home, but there was a LOT of negative things about my home-world that a person should know before they decide to make a likely one-way trip. He asked me for a brief rundown, and I told him that I would give him the worst parts of my worlds history, so that he could judge from it, but to keep in mind that I am trying to give him the darkest picture.

I told him about millennia of inter-tribal warfare, how the world has had spent this whole time researching the minutia of existence to find better and better weapons. How we started with slings and arrows, had progressed to bullets and explosives, and moved on to weaponize diseases, toxins and even non-magical mind control through brain washing. He was starting to look a bit disturbed but I told him that we had not finished. I told him that when one country was alleged to have killed several million of its people, the country that I was born in, long before I was born, discovered one of the secrets of the building blocks of everything, the atom. They discovered that if you focus explosive force in on itself and the blast is sufficient, you can get the atom itself to explode, and that creates a massive explosion. I explained to him that most explosions that he might see from fireworks and such (they have fireworks here!) are the result of the materials splitting apart, but an atomic explosion is the material that the items are built from being forcefully separated.

I told him that while we were developing this, we had been neutral in the war. An ally of the country that was alleged to have slaughtered millions of people – a deed so bad that we invented a word for it alone – had attacked one of our military bases and killed civilians as well as the military members of a neutral party. This brought us into the war. We ended up using two of those atomic explosives on that country before it surrendered. The war with the country that had started the battle was a lot more crowded with allies and it couldn't easily be bombed on such a large scale without hurting allies. He nodded gravely. He bade me to continue. I told him that after this, the wars grew smaller in scale but no less fierce. Many other countries developed their own atomic bombs, and there was a fragile peace where wars were fought through proxy countries. Now the world was linked in a financial web that replaced gold as a standard unit of value. This was designed to keep the wars to a minimum, but the people that wanted wars found a way around it.

Now the place where I live has found ways to weaponize sound, light, and even, if the rumors are to be believed, the weather. They use them to attack each other and the populace if it gets uppity. One section of the population is constantly disguising themselves and attacking another section of the population, and vice versa. People are at each other's throats on a daily basis, and now just saying something that one of those two groups dislikes can basically end your future. Even if you said it years ago and don't even feel that way now, even if it was a joke. By the end of all this, Father Zantus' face was very grim. I reiterated to him that I was trying to tell him the very worst that I could think of, not the best. He nodded and asked me if I had given any thought to staying here if it was as bad as all of that, even with the good.

I confided in him that yes, even upon just seeing Windsong Abbey I wanted to move here. They offered me a position there as a priest. He stopped me and asked if I was indeed a priest. I confirmed that, yes I was, but that on my world it was more of being a legalistic thing than just a faith based thing. He looked a little sad with that, and asked me why I didn't just want to stay. I told him that I was married back home, and I would have to convince her to move with me. But she likely wouldn't move without her son, and her son wouldn't move without the things that he liked in this world, and so on. I would not want to infect this world with a flow of people who might think like the people on my home-world. He understood that, and told me that he can see why I wasn't willing to stay. He asked me why I was asking all of the acolytes about their faiths. I told him about the altar that we had found after I was exposed to the Vargouille, how the whole place radiated evil. He told me that Dame Rebekah had already told him about it, and that they had already taken care of it, with holy water and holy sledge hammers.

I asked him those were really a thing. He smiled because it was a bit of a joke, but that he had enchanted four sledges with a spell called "Weapon Against Evil", and the group, Zantus and his party took four minutes smashing the thing to pieces, and poured holy water on the remains. Both Father Zantus and Dame Rebekah prayed over the remains and they all spent the next half an hour smashing the bits even further. I was glad about that and asked about the thing that spit out sin spawn. He told me that the resident expert on Arcana would talk to me about that after the resident expert on extra-planar entities checked me out after the six hours were up. I thanked him and asked if I could talk to him later about the religions of this world some other time. He smiled and said that he was going to ask to hear more about my All-Father and that perhaps we could arrange for a more relaxed meeting later. He got up to leave and told me that the expert would be in to give me the final prognosis in about five minutes. We had been talking for over an hour and I had not even noticed it.

Five minutes did not give me a lot of time to work on anything specific, so I mainly just flitted a few ideas in my head about armor and weapons. If I found a way to turn basically fabric and soap into high grade modern armor that was proof against bullets, then I might be able to leave a positive mark on this place. But then again, they had self-healing metals and something stronger than steel anyway, so how much might I actually be able to do?

In walked Chask, with Faunra in tow. Apparently with Brodert Quink was the town sage in a great many matters, but with him out, the task fell to the bookseller. I had previously had a good relationship with Chask from when we got here. I had asked him for recommendations for knowing this area, and he gave me a couple of book recommendations. I blew through almost all of the gold that I had found, earned, or been given up to that point, but I felt that the knowledge of the areas that I would have to look in to would be vital in my goal to get home. He gave me a once over, asked me what it was that had happened, how it was that the monster was identified, how long I was in the sunlight for, what other sources of light were I exposed to, and a whole battery of other questions. When I knew the answer, I told him. When I didn't I asked Faunra to fill him in on how she knew. Things are so much better now that she knows what I am saying and I know what she is saying.

The investigation was fairly in-depth, and pretty much what I would have expected, had I been diagnosed by someone who had learned the symptoms from a book. He pronounced that I had no symptoms of this disease, and that I should be free to go. He recommended that we be careful for the next week, but that if I wasn't losing any hair in that time, I should be just fine. He also thanked me for grabbing the book, that it would make a fine addition to his private secure collection. I got the point of what he was trying to say fairly quickly. He asked if there was anything else that I might be needing. I told him that eventually I would be needing some primers on just about everything that he could think of in this world. He seemed to understand. I also repeated that if he knew some way to transfer information from one medium to another without it disappearing from the first source, I'd be glad to set up an information exchange. He told me that he was looking into it and would get back to me.

Faunra was then the only one in the room with me, and I figured I would use this to ask her some questions about how magic might be interfered with by different armors. She looked at me with a quizzical eye and asked me why I wanted to know. I told her that I was looking at possibly bringing some armor material designs from my home-world and didn't want to do something that would impact her magic. She kind of softened a bit, and said that she can cast spells in armor that is lighter than a hide armor or a chain shirt. It is kind of a bit nebulous, but that she is currently wearing the maximum amount of armor that she can right now. I asked her if it was based off of what the armor weighed and she said that this was only part of it. Some of it was the maneuverability, some the materials it was based on. She added that some spell-casters would have problems casting in any heavier than plain clothing.

I told her that I had no idea whether the material that I was planning on reproducing here had any effect at all on magic, but that the ingredients were all natural at their core. Once I figured out how to get layers bonded together. Faunra told me that perhaps there was an alchemical solution to this problem. I acknowledged that it was likely there was an alchemical solution, but that I wanted to minimize the cost as much as possible. She acknowledged as much, and told me that the group was at Savah's and wanted me to help strike a deal with her to get as much as we could for the things we were turning over to her.

I got everything packed up, and told Faunra that I had wanted to talk to her anyway, since these plans that I had would need the evaluation of a skilled armorer for what I was looking to make. I flicked through the picture files showing the rough designs of the armor. I accidentally ended up showing her the list that I had made including copper wire (for a coil). She told me that this world had that. In fact, it was a material component for a specific arcane cantrip. She asked me if these ingredients were for the armor. I told her that, no, they were for a better version of the gun that I was using that would hit harder and use more easily accessed ammunition. She nodded to that and asked why I just didn't use magic. I asked her how long it took her to learn to harness magic. She remembered back to how long she was in her master's tutelage, and answered that it was two decades. I looked at her and asked if she thought that I would have the amount of time it took to learn even the smallest amount of magic that she did, and have a hope to get home. She understood when I put it that way. It was around that time that we got to Savah's.

Savah perked up when she saw me. The rest of the group perked up too. I told everyone that I had been cleared by the "local extra-planar ailment expert" and that I should be good to go. Faunra kind of smirked at that, but didn't say anything to contradict me. I asked what the situation was, and was informed that Savah and the party had come to a crossroads when it came to getting the price that they wanted for the things that the rest of the group were selling off. It looked to be the hand-axe, the silver and (tiny) magical cold iron daggers, and the wicked looking magical longsword. Savah had told the group that she could only offer a pittance compared to what the items were really worth. I asked if I could talk with my group for a minute. Savah agreed, and I asked the group what they might be looking to get out of this.

Jonathan just wanted the cash to put towards other things, Dame Rebekah had wanted to get better armor. Faunra apparently wanted to see what I could make out of this. I went back to Savah and told her that I might have a way for all of to get what we want. This intrigued her a bit, as she was only lukewarm on getting the things the group was offering anyway. I asked Faunra to come forward to translate things if needed. I showed Savah my plans on the making of this material, how it can be done super cheap, with minimal ingredients. The main thing that would be needed would be a decent supply of living metal to alloy with some silver. She had some of that and was willing to see this pan out, or fail as whatever the case may be. I told her that we would accept thirty-two hundred gold and her work in making all of this work. If we succeeded in this, she could have the recipe and formula. As long as she followed the recipes and got the materials from the right people in town, she could make armor that would sell for a much higher value.

This intrigued her more than getting the things we were offering for a much reduced price. I asked her to make something to exacting specifications, an iron box that could be opened and had a small port that could be closed easily. It all needs to be able to hold gases in. She looked over the specifications that I had drawn up, and said that she could get this made by tomorrow. I thanked her and asked her if she could give us three hundred of the gold in advance of the test tomorrow, so that I could get all of the materials that we would need for the experiment in anticipation of tomorrow. She gladly handed over the three hundred gold and I gave it to Faunra. I sent everyone ahead to our first destination, "Bottled Solutions". I stayed behind to tell Savah that I had seen this procedure completed under controlled conditions, and that I hope to reproduce it under less more primitive conditions. She nodded at my gibberish, and waited to see if I had anything else to say. I went to leave and turned back around. I stopped and turned back around. I asked Savah if she was would like to accompany me to "The Harpy's Curse" tomorrow night. She agreed fairly quickly. I hope that she doesn't think of this as an actual courtship. I know I don't.

I arrived at "Bottled Solutions" not too long after the rest of the group. I fear that they held back to ensure that I would be the first person to enter. I went in first, to some snickers, and went right up to Nisk and asked him if he had any alchemical solutions that could bind materials together. He told me that he had a lot of something called Alchemical Glue and Alchemical Cement. I asked what the difference was. He told me that the glue would bind two surfaces together and the cement would work to make solid surfaces when mixed with water and the substrate. I asked him how much each of them would cover. He told me that one bag of the cement would work for a cubic foot per bag, and the alchemical glue would cover one square foot. I got enough doses of the glue to do the project and one bag of the cement. I also got the mysterious solution that I would need to add to the paste. I hoped that I would have time to talk to him later, as I could use a qualified alchemist to make the things that were needed to make this armor really work.

Our next stop was to go to Vernah's Fine Clothing. Rynshinn was there, obviously, working on one of the gowns for the Vinder sisters. I arrived first and checked to make sure that it wasn't a bridal gown. She was confused and told me that it was for the Harpy's Curse tomorrow. I thanked her and told her that I would try to make this quick. I needed six yards of her best woven cotton. She pointed to a rack, confused, and I measured out what would be needed. I put the coins on her counter, thanked her and then left. By now the group was getting rather impatient. Not only had I "bargained" away most of the money from the things that we had found, I had been squandering it on things like cement, glue, and cotton. I realized that of the rest of the group, only Faunra was even partially in the know. I told the rest of the group that we had to go to Ven's General Store, to pick up a fair amount of the final material. They acquiesced, but reluctantly, as we went on to Jonathan's future in-law's business.

When we got there Ven was a bit annoyed by the fact that I had not gotten back with him about any of the plans as of yet. I told him that we had other business before that and I would talk with him after. The party was getting irate with me, Ven was annoyed with me. I'm sure that I was annoying everyone else with my antics. Especially the Mayor. As long as this works, it will make it up to everyone. Well, almost everyone. Ven agreed with the definitive sale, and sold us as much of the powder as we would need. I asked the rest of the group to take all of the materials to the Glassworks and I would be along shortly. My group took all of the materials to the Glassworks reluctantly, and I took Ven to the side. I asked him what of the three fields he had decided on. He told me that he wanted all three. I responded that I could only give him one right now. My time was important. He demanded the quickest return plan first.

I pulled up the plans for a solar dehydrator. I showed him that he could get discount cuts of meat from the Meat Market at the end of the day, slice it extremely thin, season it, and put it in the dehydrator. I told him that he could also do this with apples and other fruits, as well as some other things. He asked how this was a benefit. I told him that by getting the stuff really cheap, he could disguise the quality by slicing them up to serve as snacks. If it costs one copper for a pound of bruised apples and he dehydrates them, he can sell them by the pound for one silver after dehydrating them. He could do similar with the meat. He stopped me and asked how I could be sure that he would make money. I told him that the beauty of it was that dehydrated meats, fruits, and vegetables lasted much longer than regular meats, fruits, and vegetables. He could make batches of it when he could get the prices for cheap and as long as he sold two apples per ten that he bought, he was doubling his money.

He liked the sound of that. I showed him how to make the solar dehydrators. Thank you Instructables for the previously free download function. I hope to one day be able to use all of the plans that I got from your site. It is much more likely that I will be doing so here. I rushed off to the Glassworks to meet up with the group. They had already unloaded everything into the work area. I went in and Dame Rebekah and Jonathan demanded an explanation. So I showed them all of the information that I had on modern armor materials. I showed them a video that I had where a tank was being fired upon by an automatic weapon, showing no damage at all. I told them that the material that was used to make tank armor was stronger than steel. It was a material that normally only made using high tech methods. A few years prior to when I left my home world, a university (a place where people go to learn the skills that I had) had developed a way to make the material using a simple reaction where there was no air in the tank to make sure that the cloth didn't burn during the event.

I showed them the documents for the procedure which the university had developed, and how other universities had attempted the same procedure and confirmed that it worked. The read through all of it, first Faunra, then Jonathan, and then Dame Rebekah. I promised to answer any questions that they had. Dame Rebekah came up with one. If it is stronger than steel, like Adamantine, why not just make the armors out of Adamantine or Mithril? I answered that I would definitely use Adamantine if the price was lower. I wouldn't want the people who stand beside me to be defended by anything less than the best. The problem is the price. If we can make this work, then we will have the ability to make this material for FAR less than what it takes to make Mithril armor. It might even be comparable to high end steel armor. It might even be able to replace chain armor with more clothing type armor.

This cause Dame Rebekah to think for a second. I told her that I didn't have any ulterior motives for this. I really did want her to be armored as best I could. The same with everyone who was by my side. I looked to Jonathan, and told him that I know that he didn't use armor, and that was why I wanted to get some cash for him to use. He was mollified by that, and understanding that I wanted to defend the people who worked with me better. I told them that the last few things that we would need would have to be acquired tomorrow, that we would need a spell-caster to summon some elementals. If anyone in the group knew someone who might be able to help with that, it would be much appreciated. I think that most of the group thought that I was crazy, but they were willing to work with me. I really appreciate that. I REALLY appreciate that. I mean it is difficult to work together in even the best of circumstances. For them to trust me with this so early on, I mean I've never experienced this kind of thing anywhere I've worked before. Then again, I don't know that I ever worked somewhere that life and death was on the line every day almost. I honestly don't know what I've done to deserve this.

We made our way back to the Rusty Dragon, and the last task that remained to me was to secure official permission to use the Glassworks. Ameiko was in a decent mood today, having healed up the rest of the way from the damage her brother and the goblins had done to her over the night of rest. There were people eating and drinking, she was performing a song on her instrument. I still don't know what that thing is called. We got food and drink, sat down with Shalelu and were getting ready to call it a night. Ameiko asked me to tell a story while she accompanied with music. I graciously accepted. She was providing free food and board for the group, the least I can do is accompany her for some entertainment for her patrons. I went up there to start my story, but before I could, she quickly asked me if we could see how it would turn out to make a video of this. I went back to my table and set up my cellphone in record mode, and showed Jonathan what to press when I signaled. He understood what I was telling him to do, I hit record and handed it back to him. She asked me quick for what kind of story I'd do. I told her it would be a chilling story, based on what my group had just experienced. She nodded and set up a great tempo.

I told the bar about how the group started out the day with the best of expectations, that we would find the demoness below a building in town and defeat it, saving the day again. I told the crowd how we trekked lower into the catacombs, until we found a section that looked ancient and that it was not belonging in this area. I continued in our investigations, how there was danger at every turn. Ameiko changed up her theme to be a suspenseful composition. I told the crowd of how monsters jumped out at us and how the group defeated so many of them. I told them of how Jonathan's skill in martial arts took down enemies, how Faunra's skill with a bow disapparated others, and how Dame Rebekah's divine blade severed aberrations foul heads from their body. I played down my role every chance I could, except to point out where I had caused the part problems, how I blundered into a surprise attack from one of those sin spawn, and how I was ambushed by an extra-planar demon with a diseased kiss.

I told them how I tagged along with this group and witnessed their bravery and capability. I told of how before we entered into this underground cathedral, how the glories of Dame Rebekah's goddess were brought down to aid us in our fight, and how Faunra's skill with the Arcane arts were brought to the forefront. When the demoness was finally discovered, Ameiko sped up the tempo of her music to emphasize the action nature of the scene. I told them how the sin spawn bubbled and formed up from the pool. Ameiko was kind of worried while I was describing what she knew was an artifact of ancient Thassilon, but playing it off well. I told the group of Faunra's skill with the bow, as I described the beauty of the shot as it went straight through the demoness' stomach, the cold iron burning her insides as it went through her body. I mentioned how the sin spawn rushed directly at me and stabbed me with its' vile ranseur. I told of how Dame Rebekah stepped forward to interpose herself between me and the sin spawn. I told how a precisely launched brick worked to stun the demoness, before she cast her baleful eye at Faunra. Faunra froze in her place, afflicted by fell magics of the Abyss.

Ameiko's tempo picked up further, I noted that time was running out for us, as the clock was ticking on what might have meant that I would join the villains against the group. I acknowledge that I might have hit the demoness with my weapon before Jonathan knocked her out. By then, Dame Rebekah was finishing off the Sin Spawn. Before the rest of the group could stop me, I grabbed the demoness by the arms and removed her head. Over the pit that the demoness had previously summoned a Sin spawn. Two came out of the bubbling froth and immediately leap at me. I told them of how visions of rage had flooded my sight and how the rest of the group had save me yet again, by killing the ones that I had inadvertently summoned.

I finished with the rush to get me to the cathedral where Father Zantus performed miracles to stop me from being turned into the menace that I had blundered into. I spoke of the isolation for hours without knowing if I would be able to see the sunlight ever again. I continued on how the expert on such matters, Chask from the Curious Goblin had all the answers, and verified that I was not going to change. I finished my story with a warning that one should always be careful about the dangers that one might encounter when seeking them out.

We got a whopping twenty-eight gold for our efforts. I believe that I only managed to match Ameiko because she was willing to play at my level. Jonathan stopped recording and we both walked up to the table. Ameiko asked to watch it, and was amazed to see herself playing and me telling the story. I told her that this was a pretty good recording. She thanked me for it, and asked if I had any intention on making money on this. I told her that no, and that if I ever did I would get her considerations on it first. She nodded to that and was about to leave. I politely asked her to stop because I had a request to make of her. She waited while I asked. I told her that back where I was from, there was a material that was stronger than steel, and lighter as well. This material required extremely hot fires to make normally. Before I left my home, they had discovered a way to make the material without the processes that it had before, with a reaction process that made the material more flexible but still hard.

The only place I knew of that would work to try this out was the glassworks. If Ameiko was willing, we would try this experiment out tomorrow. She asked if she could be a part of the process. I immediately agreed. I told her that Father Zantus would also have to be available to perform the final checks for the piece of equipment. She acknowledged and asked if there was anyone else who would be there. I told her Savah, as she was a partial helper in this task. She told us that she understood. She also told me that if I needed Father Zantus to know any specific spells, that I should probably go talk to him now so that when he prepares them he will know what is needed.

I rushed out and got to the cathedral, talked to Zantus, and asked him to help us tomorrow. He agreed but only if I prayed for this to work. I was a bit miffed for that demand, but then he rephrased it, that I should pray to the All-Father for it to work, while he would pray to Desna. I was perfectly fine with that, and that if any of the other acolytes wanted to pray for the success, I would not be against it at all. So, we all prayed for the success of this, for different reasons. The Desnans wanted travelers to be safer, the Shelynites wanted the crafting of it to be a thing of beauty, the Sarenraetes wasted to see something created from the fires and Erastilians wanted this to be a community building success. And I asked the All-Father for the knowledge to see what could go wrong and the ability to make adjustments to make it right. When I prayed, I realized that I needed to know how to keep the temperature consistent for hours at a time. I remembered that I had a pdf that told what the color of a pure flame was at a specific temperature. It also told me that the temperature needed to be able to melt copper. I thanked Odin for the inspiration that I got, and asked Father Zantus if he could have some magics to summon elementals tomorrow. We would start in the morning tomorrow. He told me that him and the acolytes would be at the glassworks tomorrow morning.

I went back to the Rusty Dragon and met back up with my group. They were actually excited for tomorrow. As was I, success or failure, at least I was trying something to make this place safer and my group protected. Jonathan wanted to read the material again, so I copied if across to the phone and handed it to him. I hope that he learns how to use the phone proficiently, it would be really useful to have someone in the group who could use it if needed.