The people of Glowinggills are ...strange, they stared at us with awkward eyes the next day, and offered little help throughout the nex day, calling us outsiders and sneering as we talked to them. One of them mentioned another Troglodyte named Obruk Declineweirds in the wringhallows lair. We agree'd and headed off, knowing full well our group could kill another Trog. The bastard shall pay!
Wringhallows was located at the foot of a hill and bore down a little hole deep with a room at the end. Ajax met Obruk first. He threw the hammer again, fracturing the fiends leg and assaulting it, we soon surrounded Obruk and shattering many of his bones. Ajax sliced the trogs arm off, and then he struck the beast down with the handle of his cleaver, jamming the fiends brain into the skull and tearing the spine apart. We shouted in victory and Ajax called us heroes, we stopped at a little hamlet to the west of us named Chanceyawn. Ajax told the news to one of the peasants who spread this around like wildfire. Soon we were the talk of the quaint little hamlet, unfortunetly we could not get work from them, dissapointing I know... They did show us the way to the capital known as Moppedsquirted, far to the west. We set off the next day.
It was quite a long, boring walk. We made it to a town a day away from Chanceyawn named Girlishflickers. The name is horrible but the shops were beautiful, it was such a shame we didn't have much money, Ajax found an iron pick he demanded desperately, trading a head of a kobold, a copper axe, and some bolts for it, but he did get some iron gauntlets as well... for himself, because we don't need any armor apparently.
That night the bastards threw us out of their home! After we asked for the chance to stay there and they agreed they violently threw us out! What an uncivilized bunch, not girly at all! As we traveled to Moppedsquirted we were attacked by kobolds. Ajax threw his pick at a swordsman, shattering the vermins arm and jamming the upper arm through the shoulder! We swarmed the kobolds and killed many of them right away, I myself taking the lives of four different Kobolds! I was quite proud and I walked into Moppedsquirted with an air of confidence I probably didn't deserve. One of the axemen there told us of an outlaw known as Alim Seizurelures. With a name such as that he must be a deadly foe, but none of the soldiers there offered their allegience, such a pity, but more glory for us I suppose!
When we arrived at the camp Ajax howled for the fiends to meet their maker. Soon we were confronted with a bandit hammerman and maceman. Ajax hurled the pick at the hammerman, shattering his skull and lodging the pick firmly in his brain. I slashed the maceman in his head, tearing the brain with my knife., with a quick slash of his meat cleaver the bandits head came clean off, offering little resistance. Soon Alim came out, shouting his name and telling of his many slaughters. Oh how I wanted to end his life! Ajax rushed him and slashed his foot off at the ankle with his axe, then slashing off his right hand, then his left hand. Soon Alim was without any limbs, and thats when Ajax slashed off his evil head with the axe. Alim was no more and our blades are what killed him! We were all so unconquerable, nothing was withstanding our might, and for a while I thought it would stay like that. In the night sky I could sort of see our mighty groups outline in the stars, we slept in a little villa known as Inchmonk near the Ocean of Flays. It was a nice little place, away from the troubles of Moppedsquirted, and that morning we headed off to the fort. Our attempts to get soldiers to join us were still met with scoff despite our newest triumph, but we did hear of a troll to the east that we will eradicate. Tomorrow, for now we're gonna sleep at the fort, I'm hoping for our killing of the troll to give us more fame, I've heard tales of a dragon and Ajax has had his eyes on cutting the head off one of those foul beasts.
That morning we set off and reached the cave at late day. The Troll semed to be ready for us, attacking our swordsman just outside the cavern entrance. Ajax threw his iron pick and slashed the trolls guts open, and then he chopped two of the fiends fingers off with his cleaver I slashed the trolls head and soon she was knocked unconscious, then all it took was Ajax hacking her head off we slept in her lair that night, but were conforted with her death at our hands. I'm tired, I wonder what we'll do tomorrow...
I love it so much, and it' well designed with a nice image of two bloated tubers in gneiss. Hooray for picks!
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