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A cleric who refuses to be named (Fred) recalls a time when the party after fighting through hoards of goblins and nilbogs finally came to a room that contained a coffin. Now under normal circumstances one would assume that a Vampire would come out and thrash the party. But not this time (the goblins dressed up as mummies should have given them a clue, but that's another story for another time) But anyway when the "vampire" rose out of his coffin, they failed to notice that he was no ordinary vampire, but a psudo-vampire. Now, in a state of panic, the heroic cleric (after spending much time going over his spells) comes up with the ultimate spell. "Goodberry” His excuse for making sure the psudo-vampire was well nourished was a simple "But.... It was the only thing I can throw that is magical."
log entry 2 There is a limit to how much gold you can carry for a reason.
There was once a greedy thief named Soloren. While looting an old ruin, he came across a large (and I do mean LARGE) pile of treasure. Well, his eyes grew larger then his pockets and he started to fill all his pockets and bags with the gold, copper, silver. Even past the point of being encumbered. Well sure enough a monster came along and started to chase poor Soloren. He finally came to a stair case leading down and all he had to do is make his dex roll. Let it be known that at the worst time a one can and will come up. He lost his footing and started to roll and bounce down the stairs with all the coins flying everywhere. CRASH ......... SMASH ........ CRASH ...... BASH ......and thud. Lying face down on the floor, coins still rolling down the stairs he felt like dying. Well while the monsters were laughing at Soloren, he decided to lick his pride and still grabbing a handful of coins run away.
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