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It was hot as balls in the store yesterday, so when I opened up I left one row of lights turned off. No harm, really. The back issues were illuminated and no one complained. Then the owner came in and, even though he didn't say anything, I know I'm going to hear about it on Wednesday when I go back into work.
If I don't, I'll be genuinely surprised.
Ugh.
I really think it's time I started looking for another job. I could use one with more money, which is why I'm thinking of applying with the local police department. They're always hiring dispatchers. It's not a job I really want, but it's one I can do and even though rotating shifts would suck ass, I could probably deal with that if the shifts were month long or something.
Pheh.
I dunno.
Honestly? I'm tired of working for other people.
I'd love to open my own comic shop.
I give good customer service and I love the medium, even if some of the people in it are complete assholes.
Eh.
(That's sort of my mood today as well.)
More later. - MEL

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Oh! Last night was Game Night!
Our Dragon Age adventure continued, although we were down a player. The DM picked up our Lady Fighter's character sheet and ran her for the session. Honestly? When the player comes back next week, I'm sure her reaction to recent events in-game is going to be "What the fuck?" Because, yeah, well, things got interesting.
We picked up where we left off last week. After defeating a bunch of darkspawn we rested at a campsight. Some of us enjoyed a lovely dinner of roasted vole, while our Patroness went to bath, escorted by our Lady Dwarf.
Eventually, we resumed our travels. The sun set, night descended and with it came an attack by Blight Owls. Having learned from our last encounter, I didn't bother with Rock Armor, just took shelter beneath a tree and Arcane Lanced anything that came at me.
The attack took its toll. Our damage prone combatant, Xavier, took some damage from an owl, as did our Patroness. I cast Heal on her and flubbed the role, getting her only 2 points of HT back. She managed to fix herself up a bit more by casting Lifedrain on one of the Blight Owls, something which made my character regard her with a bit of suspicioun.
Eventually, we overcame the Blight Owls and continued on our way.
Ahead of us, we saw a campfire. Given recent events, we decided to play it cautious. Most of the group would remain with the Patroness, while the Lady Dwarf and I went ahead to scout out the situation.
Yes. The Mage went ahead to scout instead of the fighter or one of our rogues.
We got to the campsight and it was a scene of carnage. Bodies littered the ground, human and spawn. There were even a couple of Blight Wolves smoldering in the fire.
Deciding to return to our camp, rather than signal for trouble, the Lady Dwarf and I returned to an unusual scene. The Lady Fighter was gone and our Patroness was deep in a whispered conversation with the two rogues.
Alarm bells went off with the Lady Dwarf and I. We retreated to discuss the situation.
I confessed that I did not trust our Patroness, and the Lady Dwarf agreed that something seemed wrong. We were both bothered by the absence of the Lady Fighter and our Patroness's behavior with the Rogues.
So, we hit upon a plan. Returning near the campfire, the Lady Dwarf would sound the trouble call, while I hid myself in the forest off the path. If there was treachery afoot, as we suspected, we would be ready for it.
The rest of the party arrived, including the Lady Fighter. Our Patroness did not seem as concerned for the missing children as I thought she should have been. My hackles raised, I began to cast Rock Armor.
Meanwhile, the Lady Dwarf explained that I had vanished. Rather than search for me, the rest of the party decided to press on. They went on their way and, as they did, the Lady Dwarf fell behind and slid into the shadows of the forest.
No one noticed immediately and when they did, our former Patroness did not seem particularly concerned by our absence. Neither did the two rogues.
While they pressed on, I remained in the woods, still casting Rock Armor. In the distance, my character could hear screams and the sounds of battle. Still casting, I could do nothing but wait until the spell was finished.
When it was, I hiked up my mage's robes and ran like hell toward the fight.
Clearing the treeline, I saw a scene of chaos before me. An armored figure stood on a hillock, among rocks, armed with a crossbow, picking off darkspawn. Our Lady Fighter had rushed forward to attack the spawn from the rear. The rogues had similarly joined the fight, while the Lady Dwarf had apparently ambushed our Former Patroness. She had her on the ground with a spear at her throat.
I rushed forward, asking the Lady Dwarf what had happened? Who should I attack? At that moment, one of the rogues turned and took aim at the Lady Dwarf, shouting that we were traitors.
Things went downhill from there. The Lady Dwarf and I had broken from the party; the rogues had apparently forged an alliance with the Patroness, to either kill or ransome the children we were there to escort, and the Lady Fighter didn't know what the hell was going on.
The knight in charge of the children was obviously in cahoots with our Former Patroness, while other members of his party had no knowledge of what was going down.
As the session ended, accusations of treason, necromancy, blood magic and betrayal were shouted and the former members of the party prepared to battle each other!
Good times!