angry pussy

You kill a god, you expect a little vacation. But ooooh no, can't have that.

I was illin' and chillin' at the mess hall -- thinking about taking a prestige class level in Illin' Chiller, when a ruckus ensued. And this had nothing to do with what I owed that pimp, so it came as a real surprise!

A guard burst into the mess hall babbling about some giant heavenly demon thing dude who was arguing with Malaker. I ran out of the hall, hoping to get a chance to strike Malakar with my axe again, but it turned out this dude was the bad guy. Okay, bad-er guy.

I ran up to smack him with borrow, who had just come up from the dwarven hall (somehow arriving at the same time despite him being further away and having really tiny tiny legs). We were held back by a mysterious invisible wall of force (I can think of some good applications for that one!), but Oby blinked into existance and got rid of it with that magic stuff.

We just got off a smack or two before he cast some obnoxious spell and I was paralyzed. Just when I had a good chance to maybe use iron heart surge, oby turned the giant demon-angel thing into a very, very angry pussy... cat.

We locked the pussy away in a cage (deja vu!) and brought it into the chapel to figure out the next steps. At which point a magical-type elvish dude who wasn't undead popped into the chapel and started babbling about the book, and some test, and that he was 1,000,000 years old and he wore depends or something.

I wasn't listening, I was making coochie-coochie-coo noises and trying to pet the angry kitty.