#theblackrats

Here I am in the spooky yet lovely phantom city of Amaurot! What a breathtaking view. I know I will get lost getting around this place so hopefully the ghost/illusion whatever denizens can help me find my way around!

I immediately noticed quite the size difference between myself and the spook Ascians. I have to scream out the top of my lungs to get them to hear me, and even that doesn’t seem to work.

I realized that I cannot clonk them over the head unless I had an absurdly long staff which just isn’t practical to lug around. I got the brainstorm to fly up next to one in my magical flying chair of doom and mayhap slap him in the face a lil to get his attention. This did not seem to work.

I was getting frustrated in this city. I decided that patience may be the key to getting help around here so I placed my bed on the service counter, waiting in comfort. I woke up after having a terrible dream that I was in some sort of illusion based off an ancient Ascian city where giant masked people wandered around and didn’t give me directions, only to discover that the nightmare was real and I was staring some dead eyed giant weirdo in the face.

It was at this point I felt it was necessary to show my power to a group of ghost Ascians. That’ll show ‘em to ignore me! Apparently that had no effect and they continued babbling nonsense to one another.

My last ditch effort was to drag my fellow Black Rats kicking and screaming into the city so that we would have more brains working on the problem of navigation. Alas, we got too wrapped up in marveling at our awesomeness that nothing got accomplished.