Context: Every Thursday(ish) I play D&D online (we're actually using the SWADE system for this campaign) with some friend. The setting is entirely homebrew (both DM and players worked to create the world before playing). I play an iron being (not a robot) known as an Ironing. His name is Claden and he is a Varaq, responsible for obtaining variables, measurements, metrics, and statistics of all sorts which he will input into the "great machine," an all knowing device. These are notes from Claden's perspective while we play.
Leaving Timo, the gnomish village plagued by some mycological parasite. We are in search of Brightstone.
During the trip, Bashir sinks up to his waste in quick sand. I knocked down a tree and Ferinix ran out on the tree to throw a rope, while Plume tried picking him up. With an extremely impressive tug, Bashir was plucked from the sand and smacks into the solid ground with a broken rib
I spent some time studying the quick sand and have found several signs to detect it before someone ends up in it again.
As I mapped the quicksand, I found that it roughly forms a giant symbol for death
We have finally arrived at Gitma – a very large city with a massive tree, a mages college, and several other services. Bustling with gnomes everywhere, and very few guards.
I tried to measure the circumference tree, but of the I unfortunately I relied on plume to measure upwards. The data is no good.
We headed to the capital building. We were directed to the center for communicable disease to report on our problem – and we’d learned that the magic gnomish boats can no longer sail along the river, because the calamity tore a hole in the river.
I did a rough survey of denizens as we walked the streets. Gnomes were the majority, then Strix, then an even mix of the rest of the races.
At the mages tower we were immediately taken into custody under fear that we’ve caught the disease. I had to had a small hole drilled into my head to collect some of my cerebral fluid – The great machine had expressly stated that there was only a 96% chance that I would become sick on this adventure.
We met with the head of the department and described our case. All of the magic in this place is making me quite nauseous.
