We’ve left the Black Iron Foundry. I’m feelin’… and lookin’… rather sexy in my new metal mesh skin. But then, when am I not lookin’ dead sexy? Gonna have to remember to pick up a little somethin’ for our new pal, Ironfoot. We camped outside the foundry. Figgured it was safe-ish there. Jacques doesn’t seem to be feeling himself and it frightens and confuses me. He looks like a crazed horse. Kelmaa is workin’ on healing him up. 10Lo mentioned he saw a fire in the distance before it started to rain… burning rain, like acid.
Jacques started going apeshit nuts. And this burning rain is making things purty mucky. We headed back back into the tower to check on Ironfoot. Jumped the stair gap with ease ’cause I’m awesome. Ironfoot gave us whiskey and told us about Jacques’ condition. I think he’s drunk. How can one person have two people inside? There just ain’t room enough! He also didn’t know he made the mess in his lab until we told him about all the noise last night. Then he told us to leave, so we obliged.
We started heading toward Scrapwall. The storm with the burning rain got even worse! There’s lightning everywhere. Found a recess in a bluff that looks like it might afford us some space to dry out a little. Kelmaa mentions she’s seen two figures there. I couldn’t see them ’til we approached. Short guy and tall guy all hidden in shadow. Gets my hackles up, could be trouble. The tall one calls himself Farfew, and says the short one is known as Rat King. Rat King, that’s a helluva name.
10Lo played a song to pass the time. Farfew seemed impressed with his bardenating?… bardery?… barding?, no that’s horse armor, I’ll just say music making. Rat King seems to be, I don’t know, leaking I guess is the right word? Leaking shadows. He has pale skin, black hair, and glowing green eyes. I don’t think he’s from around here. Farfew tells us over the fire and rations that a new gang has taken over Scrapwall. They call themselves the Lords of Rust. Says we’ll pass a place called Aldrenard’s Grave, a fortress, before crossing the river to Scrapwall. Says we should stop there and ask the Saranites, whatever they are, about news of Scrapwall. Never had much use for godly folk short of healing, but if they’ve got inside info to Scrapwall it might be worth it. We camped out at the bluff. Farfew and Rat King didn’t seem nearly so creepy as when we first met them.
My chums tell me there were lights in the sky during the night. Dunno. I was asleep like a sane person. We hit the road for Scrapwall in the morning. My joints are feeling… odd. I wonder what that’s about?
