FlaggonKegslayr
Member
ENTRY-13
Your very welcome! For what you might ask? A couple of weeks ago I was tempted by plentiful ale and sturdy women to take a trip to a little known village a friend happened upon. When we got there we saw a sizable raiding party charging in so we ran them off. The townsfolk claimed that it was the third time that week and they would do anything to stop them. So, I sent my friend to tracking and boy did we find them. There were orcs, goblins, hobgoblins, bugbear and a few unholy offspring that were big, strong and had the littlest brainpan I'd ever seen. If it weren't for their faces they wouldn't need a head.
As we were making a plan we heard drums, horns and singing that only a mother could love and a dev could appreciate. We noticed it started getting dark, even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky, also the sun was leaving odd shapes in the shadows from the canopy of the trees, so plan or no plan I charged in and had to put an end to whatever ritual they were performing. I've never seen magic that strong before. I went from one side of the camp to the other several times chopping, hacking, slashing and if the fight got too thin, I just charged a group that was too scared to approach me, I can't say that I blame them. The fight went on for quite some time and I have to admit, it wasn't looking good. It kept getting darker, so I started singing a Dwarven war song about coming out from the mountains and into the light, appreciating the sparkle of steel as it reflected so bright, how inset gem twinkled in pommel and hilt and covered in crimson when all enemies were kilt. Lo and behold, the sun started fighting back as well, the forest grew brighter and I was running out of thing to slaughter. My friend said he mostly fired at the ones who ran, but I heard the wiz of an arrow and the hum of his bow to know that not all of his targets were fleeing. The fires were out and the forest was going to feast on intruders for a while, so we went back to the town.
A couple men went to see if our story checked out and came back looking different, like what they saw changed them, they confirmed everything and locked themselves in their houses, never saw them once during the 3 day festival. Some people asked them to come out but they never did. That town knows how to throw a real shin-dig, mugs that never emptied, platters of beef, ham, mutton, chicken and a few things I couldn't identify but tasted like chicken.
I think that in a few hundred years when my axes have dulled, my boots have worn through and my beard has lost all it's color, I might like to retire there. Maybe those raiders will come back by then and my old bones can have a little fun, or maybe I'll get eaten by a dragon next week. Let's roll the dice and see where fate takes me.
Your very welcome! For what you might ask? A couple of weeks ago I was tempted by plentiful ale and sturdy women to take a trip to a little known village a friend happened upon. When we got there we saw a sizable raiding party charging in so we ran them off. The townsfolk claimed that it was the third time that week and they would do anything to stop them. So, I sent my friend to tracking and boy did we find them. There were orcs, goblins, hobgoblins, bugbear and a few unholy offspring that were big, strong and had the littlest brainpan I'd ever seen. If it weren't for their faces they wouldn't need a head.
As we were making a plan we heard drums, horns and singing that only a mother could love and a dev could appreciate. We noticed it started getting dark, even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky, also the sun was leaving odd shapes in the shadows from the canopy of the trees, so plan or no plan I charged in and had to put an end to whatever ritual they were performing. I've never seen magic that strong before. I went from one side of the camp to the other several times chopping, hacking, slashing and if the fight got too thin, I just charged a group that was too scared to approach me, I can't say that I blame them. The fight went on for quite some time and I have to admit, it wasn't looking good. It kept getting darker, so I started singing a Dwarven war song about coming out from the mountains and into the light, appreciating the sparkle of steel as it reflected so bright, how inset gem twinkled in pommel and hilt and covered in crimson when all enemies were kilt. Lo and behold, the sun started fighting back as well, the forest grew brighter and I was running out of thing to slaughter. My friend said he mostly fired at the ones who ran, but I heard the wiz of an arrow and the hum of his bow to know that not all of his targets were fleeing. The fires were out and the forest was going to feast on intruders for a while, so we went back to the town.
A couple men went to see if our story checked out and came back looking different, like what they saw changed them, they confirmed everything and locked themselves in their houses, never saw them once during the 3 day festival. Some people asked them to come out but they never did. That town knows how to throw a real shin-dig, mugs that never emptied, platters of beef, ham, mutton, chicken and a few things I couldn't identify but tasted like chicken.
I think that in a few hundred years when my axes have dulled, my boots have worn through and my beard has lost all it's color, I might like to retire there. Maybe those raiders will come back by then and my old bones can have a little fun, or maybe I'll get eaten by a dragon next week. Let's roll the dice and see where fate takes me.