“SQWAAAAAAAK swOOK SQAK…. Just kidding…
So, the adventure continues on the road to Murk, nothing out of the ordinary until we find a bunch of stones with number markings on them. After some snooping around them we notice one is missing from the lot (and no, there were no rocks up anywhere to fall on us for the last time). We determine that there isn’t much else to take of the situation so we continue on the path. BUT WAIT!
We find some goddamn tribal lookin’ stick weildin’ KNOLLS! That’s right… Large grassy hil….wait.. Wrong thing. GNOLLS! GNOLLS WERE EVERYWHERE (ohshiiit). Looks like two tribes lookin’ at each other sideways, some dead and one almost dead with a bag. We needed that bag. Luckily I had a plan, the BEST plan, and a TREMENDOUS plan. After all I do have the BEST people… So I climb up this tree and with a jump and a “SQWOOK” I flew the fuck down there, reached for the bag and…OW. OW OW OW OW. Lots of stabbing, I didn’t like that. I needed help and fast. Luckily I have the BEST people, they really are great… So anyways, I jump out of the way with my superior jumpy skills and Torth totally spikes those motherfuckers to the ground!
The rest of the gang starts trying to pick off who they can reach little by little, using the cliff on our left to our advantage for one poor fellow. As I am making my way back I notice the missing rock from earlier, COOL, I also notice that some Gnolls are trying to push it on Simone(ohshiiiiitSecutuswasriiighhtt), NOT COOL. So I warn Han and Simone with some amazing hand waving feat and Han swiftly gets out of harm’s way, Simone fuckin’ backflipped off the fucking thing like a rogue(but not as cool as me), WAY COOL. Fighting continues and we continue kicking ass while getting a healing rubdown from the dwarf, and we notice the Gnoll with the bag tossed it to another freed Gnoll!
Double time here, we kill more gnolls previously trapped in our spikes and capture the two running away with the bag! Stabbing continues until we have our hands on this prized bag, contents unknown. We fought so hard for this, shed blood, tears and beard hair, what if it’s gold? What if it’s the crown of a king? Probably could get a hefty prize if it was someone’s valuable lost artifact from time past. As we gaze at the bag we think of the meaning of life, death, slugs, and the upstairs neighbor who loves playing their clarinet at all hours…
Toodleooodle ooooooooo toodleoodle OOOOOOOOOO!
It seems to never stop, but then again, it’s kind of nice in this odd way. Art ART is happening. It makes you feel good about the world, even when you are bleeding from stab wounds from these stupid… GNOLLS! The bag! How long was I just totally lost in this beautiful stitchwork. I wonder who made the bag? Maybe a seasoned seamstress from a wealthy town overlooking a glen, that sure sounds nice right about now. Oh, yes! The bag’s contents! We open it up ever so slooowly, as to not wake up any sleeping ants on that log. There are really quite a lot of ants here, I hope they don’t bite. Ack, they are all over my boots. Oh shit, it’s just a doll… That sucks….I guess just give it to the cat lady…..
Off to Murk…”
