Bodush' Morning

The world is a painful place for Bodush. He is used to pain, he has endured pain, he has managed to overcome both emotional and physical pain to become who he is. Still, the pain of this morning was beyond all belief. It started before he opened his eyes. It felt as if he was on a raft in the middle of a violent storm, or tumbling into a malstrom head first. Then he opened his eyes and the bright pulses of excruciating pain coming from every single little ray of sunshine hitting his face was enough to make him groan.

What the ... did he do last night? Trying to remember brings only brief flashes, images of fun and merrymaking. Yes, there was that band of mercenaries he was talking with, a friendly bunch, heavy drinkers, though. Yes, there was that drinking contest he had with that Eastern barbarian.

And....By Boccob, No! He didn't?

Bodush scanned the room and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Gajarpan coiled up on top of his blanket. The relief soon faded as he met the snake's angry glare. Possibly, boasting that even his tiny familiar would be able to drink the mercenary leader under the table, was not the most inspired of moves. At least Gajarpan didn't die from alcohol poisoning.

Gajarpan suddenly uncoiled and what sounded like a small cough, followed by a stream of what looked like semi-digested mouse, came out of its mouth. Bodush looked at it for a second and then suddenly felt an urge to get rid of the content of his stomach.

Kneeling over the bucket in the corner, emptying his stomach until only yellow bile was coming up, he lifted his eyes to the sky "Why Boccob, why do I have to suffer so?". Boccob, the most uncaring of gods, was not in a very talkative mood.

Slumping down on the wooden floor, Bodush saw more flashes of the night before run in review across his mind's eye. Yes, that half-orc female. Why on earth had he thought that those protruding lower tusks were so charming? There was also the magic trick involving holding a pitcher of elven mead four feet above his head and redirecting the flow into his open mouth. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Bodush crawled back into bed, hoping that some more sleep would ease the pain somehow.

Tomorrow, he would try to figure out what his friends had planned for the future.....