"As far as most days go, *this one* was hell..."

Following the plan to gather more artifacts, we sought out the "guidance" of QWOP, one of the old guardians of Argent. From him, we learned of the [INSERT ORB NAME HERE], which immediately sparked my interest. I never had been able to fully master taking control of another being's mind, and this artifact seemed to be a perfect means to that end. However, there was a snag: said orb had been stolen by Acererak over 600 years ago.

Luckily for us, QWOP was able to provide us with a means to travel into the past to retrieve the orb. Appearing in the bottom of Acererak's tower, we had to fight off his warforged minions before being able to proceed proper. During the fight, I experimented with using my telekinetic powers to aid Scathe's assaults, to great effect, in fact. This would be the beginning of a long day of comradeship between Scathe and I, as it would turn out.

Dispatching the warforged, we moved upstairs to find our path barred by an illusionary spike trap. After a few moments, I was able to gather that one simply had to not use magic in order to survive crossing the trap. I didn't communicate this fact to the party, though, and instead had a good laugh at Guybrush's expense in the form of Captain Tolley. I still don't really understand that whole situation, but Tolley is a damn useful tool in getting Guybrush to do what the party and I want.

In any case, once we made it past the spikes, we found ourselves in a large library. Pausing, we took some time to ponder what we could do to change the future from within the would-be-lich's tower. I ended up writing several encoded letters, and had Scathe send them off using his odd ritual and my blood. I'm not fully sure or aware of what effects they might have had on the present yet, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Following this, we were more or less ambushed by several flaming skulls and dark wraiths. It was during this fight that my anger and fury began to build inside me, especially given the taunting from the wraiths. I hate feeling useless, and the wraiths were doing everything possible to make me do so. Once dispatched (with a few choice curses and epitaphs following their demise), Lyssidya and I discovered a scroll that contained a ritual to take us farther up the tower. However, during the ritual, Lyssidya vanished, and we would find out later that she had been pulled back into the present.

On completion of the ritual, we found ourselves floating in a room completely filled with water. I decided to re-purpose my barrier of psionic energy to allow Scathe and I to breathe, and it worked better than I could have hoped for. In the end, we discovered a means to drain the room before Guybrush drowned and/or got tired of taking hits of air from a bag. In doing so, I was able to capture/tame a shark in my cloak, but more on that later.

Once drained, the room began to unleash another spike trap, all while skeletons and bone wraiths hounded us. I was knocked unconscious towards the end of the fight, and came to with Guybrush keeping me above water. For once, he proved to be a competent ally, though this would be short-lived. The party was in rather bad shape at that point, so I used what strength I had to bolster their constitutions. This, combined with being knocked out earlier, was highly draining, and I took an immediate power nap to regain some strength.

After my nap, we confronted Acererak proper. It was here I unleashed the full fury that had been building up inside of me since the start of the day, and we were able to waylay the would-be-lich (no thanks to a certain pirate). During the fight, a strange fellow named Foss showed up to harass Scathe and "A-dog," as did a rather fire-happy frog who aided us in defeating Acererak. In the end, I was able to retrieve [INSERT ORB NAME HERE] before casting the rituals that brought the party back to the present.