So I’d actually lost track of Shadow for the last couple years, trying to keep everything straight with making sure Tooty became a companion. Turns out he became a K-9 unit in the underground, even though he can’t speak the local language – and not for lack of trying, either. We couldn’t find buyers for … Continue reading Chapter 3.41: 10 Years

Year 10, day 355: Ten days before we leave and Piddle is still finding Glowbos somewhere. I swear, he has to have like half the Isle’s entire Glowbo population in the warehouse at this point. We’re just lucky that, for some reason, they don’t get shunted out of the warehouse when I close the door … Continue reading Chapter 3.40: 9.97 Years

Year 10, day 253: “Hovercraft?! Seriously?!” “Please don’t yell at me, Papa...” he said, teary-eyed. “I don’t like it when you yell at me...” I reigned myself back in. “I’m sorry, Piddle,” I replied. “It’s a fine transformation. It just seems like the water theme is being really stretched here.” “It’s OK, Papa,” he replied. … Continue reading Chapter 3.39: 9.69 Years

Year 10, day 113: Tooty and I have dated a couple more times since then. Any more than that, and Terra might notice if she hasn’t already. It’s gotten dangerously close; the second time, about a month ago, Piddle actually found us, as we had gone for a walk in Click Clock Wood and that’s … Continue reading Chapter 3.38: 9.31 Years

Year 10, day 49: Big news! Tooty has finally come out from the underground! After six years of loyal service, she has received an honorable discharge. While she was one of their greatest fighters, the witch sympathizers are on their way out (turns our burrowers are really good at undermining operations) and there was less … Continue reading Chapter 3.37: 9.13 Years

Year 9, day 330: So apparently word got to Master Jiggywiggy about what happened in the Pot o’ Gold, and it turned out the pot was actually supposed to be like some kind of “evil Jiggy temple” set up by the witches to limit the Crystal Jiggy’s power, and he likes that my gang completely … Continue reading Chapter 3.36: 8.9 Years

Year 9, day 237: We’re creeping close to the end. Two whole shelves of honey jars in the warehouse, each surrounded by a bungee cord we managed to purchase to make sure it doesn’t fall over. Apparently we’re some of Honey B.’s best customers. It was last night that it dawned on me that the … Continue reading Chapter 3.35: 8.65 Years

Year 8, day 350: It’s kind of sad seeing Banjo’s laziness take its toll on him. Aside from the poker game, he rarely leaves his house. I’m not even entirely sure where his income’s coming from; it’s not like he makes enough from our games to get by. I’ve tried getting him involved in some … Continue reading Chapter 3.34: 7.96 Years

Year 8, day 211: Hailfire Peaks has never been my idea of a good time. Its twin seas made it the most like being in another world of all the places I had visited on the Isle o’ Hags. The icy side just brings back the Mt. Avalanche nightmares and the fiery side makes me … Continue reading Chapter 3.33: 7.58 Years