Dated March 16th
Mar. 17th, 2010 03:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today, I was furiously attacked by a group of five undead. Before you say anything, I did nothing! I was merely fishing minding my own business in the Hillsbrad Foothills, and not even going around and ruining the days of all unholy creatures everywhere.
I really need to not be left to my lonesome when I think about things like this.
Anyway, I digress. I was there, by a little stream, casting away peacefully, when they came thundering down the hills at me. I was, understandably, confused, but once they cared steel, I regretfully needed to fight back.
Unfortunately, my mace was somewhat far off and I only had a fishing pole. That's right, I defended myself from the undead with my fishing pole and a generous portion of the Light. It worked, too; I daresay I was rather pleased with myself. Sadly, the fishing pole was not built for furiously beating something about the head and shoulders until they expire, and is now broken. I should probably buy a new one.
Ah, but I'm so tired now. I'll do it later.
Nehaalista.
I really need to not be left to my lonesome when I think about things like this.
Anyway, I digress. I was there, by a little stream, casting away peacefully, when they came thundering down the hills at me. I was, understandably, confused, but once they cared steel, I regretfully needed to fight back.
Unfortunately, my mace was somewhat far off and I only had a fishing pole. That's right, I defended myself from the undead with my fishing pole and a generous portion of the Light. It worked, too; I daresay I was rather pleased with myself. Sadly, the fishing pole was not built for furiously beating something about the head and shoulders until they expire, and is now broken. I should probably buy a new one.
Ah, but I'm so tired now. I'll do it later.
Nehaalista.