Saturday, August 18, 2018

3rd Session (August 8, 2018) Great Masher

Into the Underdark

Killing the Dead

There is nothing worse than a skeleton or a rotting zombie. They have no blood to suckle after the battle, they stink, and they keep coming even after you slice them to pieces. 

When Vic ran into the large room with skeletons lined along one wall and rotting corpses along the other, I knew it was a trap, and I relished it. Bring me the dead so that I can send them back to the nine hells where they belong.

This was the largest room we had seen so far in this place and a huge stone chair or throne rested in the middle of the room against the far wall. The enormous rubies sparkled in the torchlight that Griffick was holding behind me.

Vic casually walked up to the throne while I proceeded to the middle of the room and readied myself. Griffick remained at the entrance, cautious as ever. Humph, I do not fear death walking or coming to bring me to the beyond. As Vic sat down I could feel the battle rush flowing through me, and then it happened. The rotting filth started slowing moving. There were nearly twenty of the things. 

I ran and started lopping off heads. Vic was smashing skeletons to bits and Griffick started throwing his magical dagger from the doorway picking off the ones we were fighting. It was a long battle and the damn things didn't want to stay dead, but I killed them all....dead this time, all the way dead.

The Dragon Cult


We found some clerics in this dungeon and pictures and symbols of dragons, both dead and alive. Undead dragons? Live dragons? Make up your minds you Zealots. This is what I thought as I cleaved one in two and oh.....

Glorious blood came spraying onto the floor. I suckled it up quickly and continued the slaughter of these idiots. It was so good to finally slay the living after so much bashing and slicing into dead and rotting flesh, breaking bones, and stomping on dried up skulls. I felt refreshed. 

Then we met the queen dragon woman, who was a human. How disgusting, and she was dressed in plate with four more of these clerics or whatever they were. I care not, it looked like they would bleed and that is all that mattered so I rushed them.  The queen cast the most frustrating spell that held Griffick in place and caused me to falter for a moment. Vic was taking her one toe-to-toe beating her. We were all near death when we noticed a large party of dark-skinned elves coming the other way and blocking us in. 

"WHAT IS THIS?" I screamed.

The leader was a woman in the back of so many men with small, handheld crossbows. She simply said, "This is entertaining. Let us see who is the victor and then take them all."

We killed all these cultists and did not get a seconds rest before a volley of bolts came flying at us, that were clearly poisoned. Curse these black elves. 

"Surrender or DIE," the elf woman said with a smile. I think she wanted us to fight.

The poison felt like sugar to me, but I could see it was worse for my companions. I did not wish to die this day, so I put down my sword and raised my arms in the air. I looked around and Griffick and Vic were doing the same.

The elves overtook us and placed bags over our heads, tied us up, and beat us senseless. I laughed at their weak kicks and punches, but eventually, I blacked out.


Velkynvelve

I woke up in a dark cavern much different than the tomb we were in before. It was a large room dimly lit by lanterns mounted on the rocky walls. It looked like there was some kind of glowing fungi inside them because I could not see a flame. 

Vic and Griffick were beside me slowly waking up, but we were not alone.

The two that caught my eye was the big cat beast and the orc. They looked dangerous.
 





The cat man called himself Derendil, and told us he was not a Quaggoth at all. After he started talking, his scowl disappeared and was replaced by an odd smile. He told us he was actually an elven prince that was changed into this by a curse. He is a prince of the kingdom of Nelrindenvane in the High Forest, wherever that is.

The Orc was no prince. He grabbed Griffick and lifted him up and said, "Give me you gold, I kill," and shook him violently. None of us had any weapons, but Vic was having nothing of that. He turned the Orc around and punched him in the face, hard.

The orc staggered and shook his head.

"Ront kill man now. You give me gold," and he swung at Vic who easily ducked and then gave the beast a vicious uppercut knocking him down. I ran up and kicked him as hard as I could in the crotch and he crawled to the corner whimpering.

"No kill Ront, NO!" he managed to get out while spitting blood.

He covered his face and said nothing more.

Worthless bully!







Monday, August 6, 2018

2nd Session (August 1, 2018) Turtle

Into the Catacombs Below the Ruins 

Where evil awaits, and much much more...


Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire  

I was not about to try and fight some kinda epically evil fire-eyed knight from hell when I could use the distraction to go gather some more loot. While my friends were busy dealing with the undead killer I ran down the stairs to see what the thing was guarding. Anything that scary must have something good. It was dark, and after I got to the bottom, my footsteps began echoing all around me. 

I lit a torch and saw, you have got to be freaking kidding me...another one.
clearly, the best move here was to turn around



and cut my losses


                              


                             short.       This is not good. There's another one




behind 

                                 me.    CRAP. 



It attacked me, and so did the other one, I think. I don't know. I got a few good licks in with my staff, and I even flipped kicked one of them, but it didn't seem to do much. I hit the ground hard, landing in a pool of my own blood. I was beaten. First level sucks!

When I came to, the death jerks were standing above me. I didn't move a muscle. They weren't attacking me, so I figured they thought I was dead. Heck, I felt about half dead for sure. Where were my hero friends when I needed them. 

I was there on the floor for what seemed like forever until I finally heard the clanking of armor on the marble floor. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you what this place looked like. I knew the moment I lit that torch that there was some good stuff down here. This was no ogre cave. That's for sure.

The floor and walls were a black, shiny obsidian with red veins flowing through it. Whoever made this place had gold to spare, and I intended to find it all.

A light filled the wide hallway, and I saw my greatest hero come running. The goody paladin that tried to make me share all my hard earned cash. 

Ok, ok, that's not what he looks like, but that's what he looked like to me at that moment. Seeing him again reminded me of something almost more important than living, almost. 

I patted my backpack and heard the satisfying sound of jingling coin.  Whew, at least the death crappers didn't take my loot. This may turn out ok after all. 

When Sir Vindicta started running down the hallway at these two things that was my chance to get out of there. I jumped up and ran away from the fight a little farther down the hall where there were two doors. 

Sir Vindicta was joined by the Great Masher and man, those death suckers didn't have a chance. The paladin's sword started to glow brightly, and he hit the first one so hard it shattered into about a million bones all over the place, and the Great Masher took out the other one without the divine intervention, but just as impressively. 

"Hey guys, let's get out of this place," I ran up and told them, and they agreed, so out we went. 

We all thought that we needed to rest up, so we made camp and took shifts. Big mistake. It wasn't much longer than an hour, and two more of those death knights started walking up the stairs again. My first thought was, 'How did I end up here with these guys?' 

The Great Masher ran down the stairs to face the thing head on. Not a good idea. I mean, it was a good idea for me because I didn't have to go, but there wasn't room in the narrow stairwell for anyone to come help. He got beat up pretty bad before he got out of there and let the paladin down to finish off those creeps. 

After that, they finally figured out this was the wrong place to rest up, but the problem was that we didn't agree where the right place was. I wanted to go back to the town, and the others wanted to go back to the old lady's hut, and Sir Vindicta didn't want to leave the place at all. He said that those things would keep coming out and hurt people and we needed to guard the area. 

He kept saying something about, "That's why we were here," and righteous stuff like that, which usually just gets people killed. 

We compromised by rolling one of the big pillars over the stairwell and blocking it up. Then we headed back to the nasty hag's hut. I didn't want anything to do with her but Sir Vindicta said her stew made him feel as good as new, so we went.

Healing Stew Wanted for Desperate Party of Adventurers

The old lady was stinky, ugly, and nasty but pleasant enough. She didn't have anything worth pocketing, so I was pretty bored after we ate up all her stew, which, by the way, did make me feel like a trillion gold pieces. I do not want to know what was in that stuff, but I will have to go back one day and get the recipe. I guess I can't really do that without learning what is in it. Ahh, forget it. She wasn't so sweet after that. She kicked us out and told us there wouldn't be any more stew anytime soon. 

We went back to the ruins to go explore some more, despite my recommendation to just leave, and found the pillar was moved away from the entrance. Sir Vindicta started a long, I told you so, rant, but he didn't get to finish because before we knew it, we were surrounded by skeletons. They didn't have burning eyes, but there were a lot of them, which got me going on my I told you so rant.

Well, we finally defeated the lot of them, and at that point, I had had enough.

"Ok, who is going back to the town with me? This is crazy. Let's go."

"What do you mean go? We haven't destroyed the evil, and if we leave this place then they will all get out and kill the whole town," exclaimed Sir Vindicta.

"I don't care, I'm going back to town, and that's all there is to it. Come on dragon brothers, let's go. He can guard the place while we are gone. I want to go find a pet store."


Who designed this Fantasy Town without a Pet Store

I left that sucker paladin waiting by the entrance to die. Screw that place. I got my boys to go back to town with me, but there wasn't a single pet store anywhere. I wanted a baby dragon like Sir Vindicta had all curled up around his neck. 

We ran into the guy that sent us on this whole nightmare of a quest, and he didn't seem very happy at all.

"What are you all doing here? Did you defeat the great evil?"

I felt like honesty was the best policy here.

"No, but we did find out that there are Death Knights down there with flaming eyes and lots of other undead that we can't seem to defeat. You should evacuate this place immediately."

The old man got angry, but the rest of the town started to freak out, slamming doors shut, closing shops, shuddering up the windows, and generally deserting the streets. The place was a ghost town in no time. If there were a pet store here, I would never find it now, GREAT!

"You all get out of this town and do not come back unless you are done. If the guardian is gone, we are all lost."

I just thought that was rude, but he ushered us out and closed the gates, locking them behind us. This made everyone else want to go back and help the paladin, which I thought was a horrible idea. I didn't even get to spend any of my money. 

Back to the Dungeon

When we got back to the ruins, Sir Vindicta was standing guard vigilantly. He told us that nothing had tried to get out all day. Maybe it was safer during the day. We all decided that if those things were inactive during the day, then we should go down there right now and surprise them.

We made our way down and as quietly as we could through the hallway to the two doors I hid by. We could try to enter one of the doors or follow the passageway to the left. We chose to open a door. It led to a narrow passageway that went down a curved set of stairs. We followed it as it snaked deeper into the dungeon. There were a couple of splits and then we finally ended up at a door. The door was not locked.

We opened it, and it entered into a medium sized room with lots of crates and barrels stacked in the back of the room. I scooted in and started opening them to make sure nothing interesting ended up in the hands of one of my companions. They all came in as well, leaving the door ajar.

We took our time opening each container. All we found was rotten foodstuff and moldy, hard cheese. This looked like a storeroom. What a waste!

I turned to exit the room and saw the strangest thing in the way.




It was blocking the entire exit. I started to freak out, there wasn't much room in there with that thing blocking the exit. The others started hacking at it, but all I could think was, "GET OUT!!!"

I could see the exit through the thing, I thought I could make it. If I ran fast, I could go right through it and get the heck out of this place. I decided I did not like dungeon diving, so I ran as fast as I could and jumped, diving in.

It was clear and looked easy to get through, but once I entered it, I came to a halt fast. It was so thick, and I couldn't see anything, but it was strangely tingly and warm. Very warm, but a comfortable warm. I could hear muffled sounds. I think it was my friends screaming things and then everything went completely quiet,



and then I was outside the thing again looking at a person inside it, melting. I watched all its skin, muscle, and everything just melt away until I saw nothing but a skeleton. I looked around and saw Griffick up on a crate breathing fire at it, and the other two hacking away with swords. Once it caught fire, it melted, leaving a pile of bones and stuff running along the floor in a viscous goo.

"Hey," I yelled, "Get my headband. It's right there. It must be ok from the magic."

They didn't listen. They didn't seem to even hear me.

I ran in front of Griffick, and he walked right through me. Holy freaking CRAP!! I must be dead. That was me inside that thing.

They didn't even go through any of the goo to find the good stuff. Don't they know that anything left had to me magical and valuable? I tried to sift through it, but I couldn't pick anything up, and they were leaving the room.

I ran. Actually, I think I flew to catch up to them. I was fading, but I could still see my hands and arms. They were pure white, and I could see through them. I flew through what looked like a torture room with another all-white guy standing over a bloody body. He looked up at me and faded out to nothing. Was that going to happen to me? Why was I still here? I had to tell them I was here. I sped up and caught up with them as Griffick was picking the lock of a big iron door. I flew through the door and saw a beautiful woman with a bag over her head. She had been cut up and hurt, and she was chained to the wall.

Sir Vindicta walked right through me then and put his sword right up to the woman's neck, "Tell me what you are?" he declared.

She was just begging for her life and asking to be set free. Come on hero, don't you know a damsel in distress when you see one.

I yelled as loud as I could, "Take off her bag and let her go Vindicta."

He must have heard me because he snatched the bag off her head and the woman underneath had snakes for hair and bright green eyes. She hissed, and her eyes began to glow brightly. Sir Vindicta lifted up his golden shield so fast, and the snake-headed woman started turning to stone.


What the heck kind of place is this? I was starting to feel happy to be dead. I looked down, and my legs had turned into a misty mass. Above my waist, I seemed to be ok, but I could see through myself easier now. I was definitely fading away.

They were leaving the room, so I followed. I kept trying to talk to them. I yelled in each of their ears as they walked. Called them names, I even put my head inside each of their heads and yelled, but nothing worked. They just ignored me. I was almost gone. I had to do something to make them see me.

They walked into a massive room with a giant stone throne on the far side with five enormous rubies set into it. Now that was worth living for...


I flew over and tried to touch them but I couldn't. I looked back and saw Sir Vindicta and the Great Masher walking into the room. I noticed that the entire right wall of the room was lined with armored skeletons, and the other side was the same but more zombie-like than skeletons, but they didn't move at all.



Then Sir Vindicta walked right through me and sat down on the throne. Who did he think he was? That did it. All the zombies and skeletons started walking toward the middle of the room, and they looked ready to fight. There most have been a score of them.

I screamed,


"RUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN!"

And then the room faded away, or maybe I faded away. 

  



1st Session (7/25/2018) Sir Vindicta

The Evil Ruins (A great starter quest for kids, found here)

This was set in Faerûn so that we could transition to published campaigns later if the game was a hit....it was


The Summoning

The wretched orc was on his knees begging for his life in his guttural, primitive tongue, but I had no use for such groveling. This was the last scumbag left in the clan that killed my family, so mercy was the last thing on my mind when I swung my long sword in a low arc to take off his head, but my blade never reached its mark.

There was a bright light and I slammed my eyes closed. I swung into the empty air and appeared in a large room full of people. Luckily there was no one in the path of my sword. When my vision cleared, I looked around to see three Dragonborn standing around me, one huge, blue one with a greatsword as big as he,



another smaller, stout, brass colored one dressed in leathers with a rapier at his side, looking roguish,


and a white one with his arms wrapped in cloth, standing to the right of me with a quarterstaff, tapping his foot.

"Welcome adventurers," said a frail-looking elderly man smiling from a chair at the far end of the room.

Being in public, I quickly sheathed my blood covered sword. I would clean up the mess later. There were women and children in this room. What sort of witchery brought me here? The three dragon folk looked just as confused and out of place as I did.

"I know that I pulled you from your world, but bear with me, please. It was for a good reason. Please, be at ease. This is a safe place."

"The Great Masher will make it safe if it is not," said the big dragon man as he patted his weapon like a puppy.

I looked at the crowd and saw nothing but hopeful eyes staring back at me.

"Please, Great Masher, that is exactly why I called you here. There is a great evil that threatens our quaint little village and I fear I have become too old to take care of it. I spent the last of my power summoning you all here. I have seen in my crystal ball that each of you are integral in saving our village from this threat. You do not know each other now, but I have foreseen your heroism and it is legendary."

"Is there money in this?" said the white, dragon man with the staff.

"Oh no my dear friend, there is much more than money, and I am prepared to pay you in advance. I have a magical gift for each of you. I have amassed these items over my long life, and no longer have a use for any of them."

The dragon with the staff got a gleam in his eye that I expected to see from the bronze one with the rapier. The Great Masher just stood there and waited.

He presented three items to the big one, and the asked him to choose. The dragon picked up a talisman.

"Yes, yes," said our elderly host. "If I know you as well as I think then I can tell that you, Great Masher, are a barbarian. Take this talisman made from the teeth of the largest brown bear in the western hemisphere. It will give you the strength you need to fight on when you have been sapped of everything you thought you had to give your enemies."

The big dragon took the talisman and put it over his head displaying the large teeth across his chest with pride.

The man then presented the stout looking brass one with three items and the shorter dragon man picked out a wicked looking dagger. "Excellent choice, Griffick, you are the silent one, a rogue. Take this silver dagger. When thrown at an enemy it will return to your hand ready for the next sneaky move you have in mind."

Griffick took the dagger and flipped it up in the air, nodding appreciatively.

When presented three items the white dragon man chose nothing but a slender piece of cloth. "Fine choice, Turtle, you are a monk and deserve something to help you channel your Ki. Take this scarlet headband. It was soaked in the sweat of the greatest monk ever known. You will be able to channel some of his Ki power."

Turtle took the headband with a smirk on his face and put it on. I could not tell if this pleased him or not. He did not say a word.

I decided to take a golden shield the likes of which I had never seen. "Finally, Sir Vindicta, paladin of vengeance, take this magical shield. It will not only offer you more protection but also allow you to channel even more divine power through yourself."

I smiled and took the shield with pride. I could see my reflection in it, and I was still covered in orc blood, which caused my smile to fade away. What would these people think of me?

"I do not know what to say, Lord, thank you. I apologize for my appearance. I was...in the midst of battle when you summoned me."

"There is no need to apologize, great knight, it is I that will be thanking you when the deed is done. There is a ruin to the northeast of town that harbors an evil like I have never felt before. Go and remove this evil from the land and we will be eternally grateful. There are two paths to the ruins. The shorter path through the Mirkmire Woods is much more dangerous than the long trail through the Baleful Hills. It is your choice which way you go, but I suggest you get there as soon as you can. Time is not on our side. Both paths lead around Crystal Lake."

The crowd began to cheer.

Getting to know each other

With no other explanation, we were escorted outside the village gates and left alone together. It was a beautiful summer morning in this land. The sun was shining just over the hill to the east and the birds were chirping. Our awkward group stood silent, but not for long.

"Oh look, there is a well just there in the distance," said the white dragon man. "Let's go investigate it. Come on, let's go." He ran down the road stopping quickly and going to the ground.

I became more alert, and the rest of us followed along, and then I had to chuckle to myself as I saw the very fast moving white dragon man named Turtle stand up with none other than a turtle in his hands.

He was prying out a sparkling gemstone from the turtle's shell and pocketing it. "It was nothing, just a worthless rock. I will keep it for now. We can see if it is worth anything later."

As soon as he put the turtle down, he ran to the edge of the well that was at a crossroads where the path led left and right. By the time we caught up with him he was over the ledge and climbing down into the darkness. I looked at my other companions, and they just stared at me. Perhaps this behavior is normal for their kind.

In a matter of minutes, Turtle came up from the well, and I swear his backpack was sagging lower on his back. "What did you find down there?" I asked.

"Nothing but muck and mud. It was a waste of time. Look there, see the sign right here at the split in the road?"

A Frog's Best Friend

I looked at him keenly and tried to discern if he was lying, but he just walked off straight ahead, past the road sign, and to the shore of a lake. The sounds of falling water met my ears, and I saw that the lake was being fed by a waterfall on the far end.

We all stopped and read the sign to ourselves, "The Mirkmire woods were to the left, and the Baleful hills were to the right.

"Which way should we go?" I asked.

"The old man said the woods were dangerous. I say we go that way. My blade is thirsty," replied Great Masher.

We decided to take the long road so we would be more prepared for the evil that we were brought here to destroy. As we were talking, we heard the monk yelling at what looked like a small frog.

We walked to the shore of the lake just in time to see the frog jump in the water.

"The little thing spit at me." We started laughing at him, but the laughter was replaced by the sound of splashing and croaking as four large frogmen came out of the lake at us. They had spears and were leaping and running at us in a threatening manner. They were larger than gnomes.



I drew my sword and moved in. The Great Masher moved more quickly and cut one of them in half and then went down on all fours and began slurping up the blood of his fallen foe. Honestly, I do not know what to think of these Dragonborn. The monk flipped over the heads of the frogmen and landed in the lake behind them smashing one of their heads during the flip and following that up with a kick to the face. That frogman fell.

Well, at least I am with competent fighters if nothing else. I took one down just as easily and Griffick threw his dagger and it sunk into the last one's eye and he went down with a plop. The silver dagger came flying out of the water where the body fell and Griffick snatched it out of the air. Before the battle even started all four of the big frogs were dead. We did take some damage, but not bad. We may yet live through this day.

The Waterfall Confession

"I think I see something. Wait here," said Turtle as his white scaly body dove into the lake and disappeared.

Can that dragon man stand still for five minutes? Why is he swimming under the water? It was not more than a few minutes, and his body floated up to the surface near the waterfall, unconscious.

"Let's go get him," we all said in unison shaking our heads in dismay, and we walked around the south side of the lake along a stony shore until we could fetch him from the water. The Great Masher had no armor, so he jumped in the water and brought the white dragon man to shore. He seemed to be breathing. He must have stayed under for too long. I was trying to figure out what he was doing when all of the sudden he woke up, jumped to his feet and ran behind the waterfall.

Before we could catch up to him, he came walking back from behind the falls, and his backpack was bulging and most definitely jingling with the sound of coins.

"Whoh Turtle, I know you are taking gold and keeping it from us. Empty that bag," I declared.

"Oh this," he said, "come over here and let me show you something."

He took me aside while the others explored behind the falls and showed me his backpack full of gold coins. I was right. There must have been several hundred.

"I found this in the well and behind the falls. Tell you what, I will give you half if you keep quiet about this. We can share what I find. I'm pretty quick you know."

Obviously, this monk had no experience dealing with a paladin. I grabbed his bag and brought it back to the others and explained everything. I felt we should split all of the treasure evenly, but the others didn't seem to care much, so I just let it go. I wouldn't hurt him to make him share. That wouldn't be right. His actions would come back on him eventually.

We decided to follow the trail through the Baleful Hills. The ruins could be seen over the way on a hill. We were getting closer.

The Magical Bully

We didn't walk far, and we were met by a small gnome standing in the middle of the road. We waved at him and started to walk around him, but he cut us off and started yelling at us.

"Hey, poopy paladin. You suck buffalo butts."

For some reason, his words hurt me. I mean really bothered me, like cut through my soul. I felt weaker. This was clearly no friend of ours, so I drew my sword and attacked.

I came down on his head with a blow that should have cut him in half. In fact, it did but not the way I wanted. Now there were two of them jumping around the road and slinging insults.

"Yo, stumpy," one screamed to Griffick. "Does your dad have to lean down to give you a hug?" Griffick leaned over in pain and then threw his dagger in anger, and you guessed it. Now we had three of them to deal with.

Turtle swung at one with his staff, and it split in two as well.

"Hey fish face, didn't I see you swimming like a cheap goldfish, belly up?"

Turtle winced, and then another spoke, "Yo, big fat butt. You're so fat if I melted you down I'd have enough oil to keep my lamp lit for a century," The Great Masher cringed. We were in trouble here. Now there were four of them. And every time they opened their mouths we took damage.

Turtle looked around at us and said, "This isn't working. If we fight back, it will only make him stronger." Then Turtle had a stroke of genius. He walked right up to one of them and said, "You know, I like you. You seem like a really nice guy."

The gnome screamed as he joined back together with one of the other ones. That was it!

"You have wonderful insults. Very well done," I said and two more joined together.

"You are the best gnome I have ever met," said Griffick, "and then we were back to one gnome.

"You are the best-looking gnome I have ever seen," said the Great Masher and then the gnome just stepped aside.

"Very good great adventurers, you know how to handle a bully. Defeat them with kindness" he bowed low and waved us on.

A Hag in a Hut

We were all so weak after that. We didn't think we could go on. Up ahead we saw a small hut with smoke coming out of the top. Maybe we could rest there. We knocked on the door and were greeted by an ugly, smelly, hag of a woman. She was leaning over with a hump on her back. There was a big wart on her nose and hairs were growing out of her nostrils.


"Welcome adventurers," she said in the creepiest old lady voice you can imagine. We were immediately on guard, but afraid we were too weak to handle another battle, so I decided to not take her at face value.

"Thank you, fine lady. We are weak and weary from the road and could use a place to rest," I declared.

"Oh come right in. I have some soup brewing and would love if you would have some food."

Turtle walked in and started snooping around. I hoped he didn't steal anything and upset our host. The rest of us entered as well and she had some mats on the floor where we could rest. I ate her soup and it was surprisingly good. It made me feel 100% again. She sent us on our way refreshed and ready for anything. I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. What a nice lady.

The Ogre and the Dragon

When we walked out of the hag's hut, we noticed a cave across the road. It was on the way to the ruins, and we felt rested, so we decided to go exploring. The first thing we noticed was the incredible stench. This was not the home of something nice. Then a colossal ogre came charging out of the cave at us. I stood in its way, and he slammed me with a big club. After that, we took him down pretty quickly. We were starting to work as a team. The only treasure in the place was an egg about the size of a softball, and it was hatching. Out popped a tiny little dragon that crawled up my leg and nuzzled up to me, roosting on my shoulder. I could feel happiness coming from the little guy. I think he decided to be my friend. I will call him Kevin.


The Ruins & The Guardian

The ruins were not far from the cave and we were eager to complete our quest, so up the hill we went. When we arrived we saw a structure made of stone, the size of a house, that was falling down. There were large stone pillars on the ground and a semi-circular staircase leading up into the place, which was mostly open to the air. The walls had collapsed on all sides except the back, and there was no roof. Floating above the stairs, sitting in a lotus position, was an old man that looked a lot like the one that brought us here, except older and more frail looking. He opened his eyes and spoke to us.

"I am the guardian of this place. I hold back the evil within, but I fear I am dying. If I die, then there will be nothing to keep the evil at bay. Will one of you take my place and become the guardian? I will give you my power to repel evil, and you will take my place here."

"Will we have to stay here," asked Turtle.

"Yes," he replied, "you will spend your life, as I have, keeping this evil from entering this world."

I could hear the others talking, and none of them thought that was a good idea at all, but I am a paladin. I started to speak up to tell the man I would take his place when he keeled over, falling on the steps and rolling down to our feet. He wasn't breathing. He was dead. I didn't get a chance.

Before we could gather our senses, we heard the scrapping of metal on stone and looked into the ruins to see a large skeleton, dressed in a knight's armor, with glowing red eyes walking up a stairwell from below. This Death Knight did not speak. He only attacked.
I ran up the stairs to meet this evil and was met with a sword in the gut. It was no easy mark. The Great Masher crashed down his greatsword onto the thing and rattled its bones, but did not stop it. He shot flames from his eyes at Griffick, that careened across the ruins and enveloped him, but the dragon man could breathe his own fire, so it had little effect. 

Turtle abandoned us and ran down the stairs all by himself. As I slammed by long sword into the creature. It shoved his sword deep into my gut and twisted it. I went down. The world was fading and I did not think I had long to live. My career as the guardian would be a short one. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the Great Masher going berzerk and crushing the skeleton with one mighty blow from his sword. The bones fell apart and the glowing red eyes went out, and so did I.

A Second Chance

When I awoke, I had The Great Masher's talisman around my neck. He gave up its power to save my life. I was truly grateful. I took it off and gave it back to him. 

I opened my mouth to speak...

and then we heard Turtle screaming from below.