Guid day, thes is Keegan. Ah usually dornt write ur anythin', but Ah thooght eh'd dae thes talk-and-type hin' tae record mah thooghts abit whit jist happened. we confronted a slaver, an' everythin' went aff th' rails. sister Rebecca went aw avatar ay vengeance oan us, an' ran aff in th' middle ay th' nicht. we followed, sae she didne gie herself killed. we passed a crew ay th' city watch, led somehaw by Turag's politician mammy 'at we left behin' in 'er villa, oan their way tae break up a splugorth a scuttle pit. aam bonnie sure it's a body 'at sister Rebecca worked at. seein' 'at th' front was handled, an' hud tay mony pryin' een, sister Rebecca, as uir de factae leader, led th' way tae th' back duir, whaur we waur mit face-to-face wi' th' pit's slaver. hopin' tae staa lang enaw fur th' authorities tae gie tae us, Ah pulled it mah tome ay law, an' started readin' chapter CXVII paragraph v ay th' Splugorth-Terran coexistence bylaws. unfortunately, Ah didne recognize th' colur ay th' beast's aura - purple. it bathed th' entire pendy in a lecht 'at sit uir a bampot oan a collision coorse wi' destruction. no sooner hud Ah started readin' than she tair aff doon th' alley an' broke ben th' barrier oan its sled. time stuid still fur whit felt loch a week. aw ay fenrir hud stuid at th' ready, listenin' tae mah mangled splugorth. th' slaver hud stopped in his tracks, stunned tae see us, an' preparin' fur a verbal confrontation wi' a judge. an' 'en? violence. Ah stopped readin' th' law, an' slow-motion havoc broke loose. th' slaver’s aura seems tae hae slowed a' fowk within its reach, stretchin' e'en ben th' a scuttle pit’s walls. uir minds waur processin' at normal speeds, an' we coods swatch abit, but uir actions took an hoor each. I joined ThorFrid oan th' slaver’s sled, an' worked oan incapacitatin' uir foe. th' others lent their aid but in circumstances 'at woods be funay if they didn’t pit us constantly closer tae a crabbit death oan a minin' planit, owned by th' splugorth, he kept breakin' free frae th' sleepin' speel Ah tried tae pit oan heem. Ah tried tae break ThorFrid’s psychotic rage, an aw, but e'en gonnae completely tae sleep a coople ay times fur 10 tae 30 minutes didn’t dae anythin'. Benna convinced ThorFrid by example tae start attackin' th' sled tae incapacitate th' beest. the city watch stepped in, thocht they waur slowed an aw. their sixth-hoor actions finally did whit Ah was tryin' tae dae. e'en thocht Ah was close. if Ah hud only gotten ten seconds efter puttin' th' slaver an' ThorFrid tae sleep, Ah woods hae bin able tae pit th' judge corps specialty anti-magic, anti-psionic manacles tae use. with th' aura doon finally, ThorFrid cam doon frae 'er rage intae a depression. she walked intae th' a scuttle pits, an' cam back it wi' tois jugs ay some sort ay bevvy. Tae be honest wi' ye, Ah kinda tint track ay anythin' else - Ah hadn’t hud a single brain new bevvy since st. nick’s: ower a week ago! Ssister Rebecca, wi' 'er clones, hud a crisis ay faith, startin' wi' th' lengthy battle, an' endin' wi' a' fowk hoverin' ower 'er, either waitin' tae subdue 'er ur succur 'er. I’m still nae sure which. (TRANSLATION: Hey, this is Keegan. I usually don't write or anything, but I thought I'd do this talk-and-type thing to record my thoughts about what just happened. We confronted a slaver, and everything went off the rails. Sister Rebecca went all Avatar of Vengeance on us, and ran off in the middle of the night. We followed, so she didn't get herself killed. We passed a group of the city watch, led somehow by Turag's politician mother that we left behind in her Villa, on their way to break up a splugorth sex pit. I'm pretty sure it's one that Sister Rebecca worked at. Seeing that the front was handled, and had too many prying eyes, Sister Rebecca, as our de facto leader, led the way to the back door, where we were met face-to-face with the pit's slaver. Hoping to stall long enough for the authorities to get to us, I pulled out my Tome of Law, and started reading chapter CXVII paragraph v of the Splugorth-Terran coexistence bylaws. Unfortunately, I didn't recognize the color of the beast's aura - purple. It bathed the entire alleyway in a light that set our crazy on a collision course with destruction. No sooner had I started reading than she tore off down the alley and broke through the barrier on its sled. Time stood still for what felt like a week. All of Fenrir had stood at the ready, listening to my mangled Splugorth. The Slaver had stopped in his tracks, stunned to see us, and preparing for a verbal confrontation with a Judge. And then? Violence. I stopped reading the Law, and slow-motion havoc broke loose. The slaver’s aura seems to have slowed everyone within its reach, stretching even through the Sex Pit’s walls. Our minds were processing at normal speeds, and we could look about, but our actions took an hour each. I joined ThorFrid on the slaver’s sled, and worked on incapacitating our foe. The others lent their aid But in circumstances that would be funny if they didn’t put us constantly closer to a miserable death on a mining planet, owned by the Splugorth, he kept breaking free from the sleeping spell I tried to put on him. I tried to break ThorFrid’s psychotic rage, as well, but even going completely to sleep a couple of times for 10 to 30 minutes didn’t do anything. The city watch stepped in, though they were slowed as well. Their sixth-hour actions finally did what I was trying to do. Even though I was close. If I had only gotten ten seconds after putting the Slaver and Thorfrid to sleep, I would have been able to put the Anti-Magic, Anti-Psionic manacles on them. With the Aura down finally, ThorFrid came down from her rage into a depression. She walked into the Sex Pits, and came back out with two jugs of some sort of drink. To be honest with you, I kinda lost track of anything else - I hadn’t had a single decent drink since St. Nick’s: over 1 week ago! Sister Rebecca, with her clones, had a crisis of faith, starting with the lengthy battle, and ending with everyone hovering over her, either waiting to subdue her or succor her. I’m still not sure which.)
