Vashj'ir was a dreary place. Don't go there.

Alright, I must admit all the underwater scenery, now that I think about it, was absolutely gorgeous. Though most of the time I didn't pay attention to the scenery because I was too busy fighting naga and otherwise trying to help the survivors get out of the place.

Then things took a turn for the worse when eldritch abominations started showing up.

Then they took even more of a turn for the worse when I put a dead deep sea demon on my head. (After all, it was dead, right? What harm could it do?) Turns out it wasn't quite dead yet.

I have no pictures of that occasion because I was rather more concerned with getting the thing off my head, but it was certainly memorable!  For all the wrong reasons.

Later on I was asked to put another deep sea demon on my head as a disguise. I made absolutely sure it was dead first.

In my normal form, with my horns poking through its tentacles.

In sea lion form.  It looks like some sort of demented diving helmet.

In cat form, with my horns outside the tentacles this time.  Worked a lot better.

You will notice no pictures of me in bear form with that thing on my head.  I tried bear form but that thing was much too tight.  Besides, I don't really do bear form these days, unless I absolutely need it.  It doesn't really feel like I'm a kung-fu bear anymore.

I'm almost done with Vashj'ir.  Everyone that was stranded there has been rescued, except for one, a quite insane human down there, called Budd.  I think I accidentally stole his barrel of gunpowder.  (I needed it to start a fire, it was just there, and he was nowhere in sight.)  He didn't realise it had been stolen and asked me ages ago if I knew what had happened to it.  I think I might have to go back down to Vashj'ir and see what I can do for him.