Virgin Isle by day, Urotsukidōji by night.

So I rowed us to the isle of Bali. Or was it the isle of Cayman? No, wait, I think it was the isle of St. Lucia... well, either way, it was pretty pretty. Had some beaches, some trees, some rocks. All the good stuff.

We manage to pull up near a nice peaceful villiage. Go us! We wandered into town as we had no reason to expect badness. Besides, 200+ level 1-4 commoners are nice fireball fodder and not a threat. The villager we met, along with the others, were very polite and told us we were the first visitors in 20 years -- the last visitor was a nothrog, which boded well. They all pointed us towards the elder village mayor for more information.

Mayor said the orc left for the east. That was all he knew. Looky that, old people don't know anything useful. Lesson learned, moving on.

We spent the next day sorting through the burned down lighthouse, as it was the only point of interest in the village and housed the lost records of the town. We didn't find anything useful, and as we returned to the inn the sun set and the island paradise sorta turned into a tentacle ghetto, kinda like Jersey.

Yeah, you heard me -- all the villagers became these weird nasty masses of tentacles. Which immediately raised the obvious question: do they procreate during the day, or at night? Most intelligent species fornicate at night, after morning breath is gone and when you've managed a few ales to make the bumping action less noticeably squishy. So reason leads you to think they make little tentacled masses deep into the night. And THAT begs the question: which is the "special" tentacle, or all they all... "special"?

If the latter, I am soo not letting them land any touch attacks. Ewww.

Fortunately for us, Oby used some sort of magic to convince half the common room to leave us alone. It must have been magic, because who listens to a wild-haired bitter man who spends all day fondling his staff?

Borrow and I subdued the rest, and after the fight Borrow attempted to fix our wounds with Malakar's wand (he was back at the boat, resting up the lazy...). It didn't work, and Oby hypothesized it was the effect of the plane at night. Lovely.

Oby finally cast his only useful spell, this rope-trick thing where we get to sleep in some sort of magic floating hut. He should cast that more often. I wonder why he doesn't?

The next day we sent Erson out to scout during the day, but he kept getting lost. Said it was weird an unexplainable and not natural. I just thought he was drunk. So we left on foot, and the same thing happened to us. Finally, Oby struck on the bright idea that we could only travel at night, and after spending an evening by our camp and a nearby rabbit hole (the rope trick) we realized we weren't going to get slaughtered by horny tentacles and we actually *could* travel by night.

So we did, and it worked. On the first night we ran across a lone building in the forest (what luck!) and upon cracking open the door some monstrous construct lurched to life. So we shut the door. All our wisdom scores must have been magically raised by a planar effect, because such common sense was unheard of before.

Oby said if we found a nearby pendant, we could keep the construct as a pet. So we did, by popping through the building's wall, and discovered some sort of summoning (or so they say) circle and a bunch of rubble.

I wonder what we'll run across next? My guess is it'll be a planar effect where all constructs that travel more than 1 mile immediately turn into dust. And not even gold dust at that! :-/