Wei Jang

Alfarid is fucked. The Hydra Godbeast that beset us there has done irreparable damage to the settlement. But thanks to Yajiero, its people will endure. They will take to ships and sail into a new life. The damage wrought by the Hydra and the pathetic serpents that summoned it will harden them. Their children will grow up knowing what struggle is and those hard times will make them powerful. That struggle is not something to invoke pity, but rather, to invoke pride.
After the fall of Alfarid we found ourselves atop the accursed serpent tower. It was there that we used the knowledge of our foes to conjure a teleportation portal to the beauteous shithole that is Wei Jang. I don’t remember the method by which our mages were able to open the portal, as I had taken a serious ass whipping from the spears of those pathetic cultists earlier in the fight.
 
When we stepped through the portal, I immediately remembered why I don’t like to visit Wei Jang. We were met by the undead honor guard, the ancient order of the Hatnaphust Amenkhotep Hoktemoks.
 
Yes, I know, their name is ridiculous, but so is having a city whose leadership includes a sphinx and a lich.
 
We encountered the mighty guardian of the city, and I used the power of the dead God to speak to it with the same power in my voice that it had. I told it of our mission and what we were looking for. The guardian welcomed us to its cesspool.
 
From there, my companions had many opinions about where we should go and what we should do. But I warned them that in Wei Jang there are very few people that can be trusted. Except for the whores. They are honest, hard-working women who respect each other’s trade. With that knowledge I suggested that we travel to the House of Earthly Delights.
 
When we arrived at the House, I immediately purchased the nicest room in the establishment and paid for a room for our serpent companion. He has proven himself trustworthy and earned it. My companions gathered in the room to plan and discuss our next move, but I was not waiting. The bath beckoned and I answered the call.
 
After the planning was done, Inara stayed behind for a moment to speak to me. What happened after that is a story for another time. All I can say is that the impeccable beauty of Elves is matched only by their mastery of the arcane and their physical flexibility.
 
When she fell into my arms at the end of the night, the scent of her black locks engulfed me like an oasis.
 
I would kill for her. I would die for her. Either outcome would leave me smiling knowing that on this night, I was hers and she was mine.