So, remember that thing I wrote last time about Farfut flying up and starting a fight? Well, apparently that never happened. In fact, I’m, pretty hazy about him being there at all. That’s halflings for you though, always disappearing into thin air. Or maybe he was just late again.
Anyways, so we nosed around the bottom of the tower, but all there was to find was trash. Conspicuously familiar trash, but trash nonetheless. I’m also fairly confident the goblin ate a snake out of the garbage. I’m glad for him, that was probably like Harvest Festival and Winter Solstice combined for the little guy. So obviously, we then forced him to climb up the rickety stairs. I, of course, was too noble to go up first. A healer should remain near the floor in case anyone falls or everyone dies. Blacktoots made it up alright, until a giant bell came crashing down on us.
I allowed the elf to throw himself between me and the bell . He’s very sensitive about being chivalrous and I think that after being surrounded by goblins and orcs his ego needed the boost. Swell elf, just going through a rough patch. He’s been my biggest supporter since I took these guys on as companions so I do what I can.
A long fight between the Dangerous Ponies and the bell droppers ensued. I won’t get into the details, but in the end the gorilla threw the last remaining faceless guy from the rafters. Looked a lot like the things we fought in Foxlove’s apartments.
After regrouping, we explored an external stairway/ladder that leads to the spire of the tower. On the way up, we passed a dead-end room full of rusted clockworks and BT found the time to cram a pigeon into his mouth. Charming guy, bless his soul. Finally, we reached the top of the tower just in time to catch the sun never rising or setting under this stupid bridge. There’s a gigantic statue of an angel, some treasure chests, and a few other things up here. Oh, and a snake woman. She seems upset, but I’m sure we’ll be able to come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement.