Sir Oren placed his honor in us, and it paid off. After we stole the horses from that bunch of nancy boys it was an easy journey to gorge of the blood flower. Diego seems to have fallen asleep so we tied him to his horse, or was teleported out, or went on a drunken bender, or he just decided to sit and pout. As we were picking the flowers we noticed a cave that was begging to be entered. Upon entering we noticed a small tunnel and I bravely went first. After a short walk the tunnel expanded into large cavern with a pool of magma. Sensing a trap I darted into the room and deftly dodged the boulder three douchy groblins threw at me.
Tchazzar, Hobart and I made quick work, which was fortunate because about a dozen more of those little blue rats attacked us. We started out kicking some ass, but after being set upon by at least 17 groblins I was overwhelmed and knocked unconcious. Tchazzar and Hobart made a valient rally and Tchazzar saved my life with a healing potion. To thank him, I promptly decimated the remaining groblins and promised to by Menel a fancy new suit, or some hawk “tail,” or I suppose I could get Tchazzar some tail as well, though I doubt he would want hawk tail. Plus, I am awesome.
We quickly returned to Tintagalon in order to claim our prize. Tchazzar bluffed our way through the gate, and I made sure to keep the guard in ale for the week, and we returned to Sir Oren’s where we were given rooms, baths, clothes, and wenches.
During breakfast, Sir Oren confronted me about missing goblets. Unable to think quickly, I admitted to the theft and pledge to repay him. Damn it all. I repaid him more than I received from the goblets and promised to defeat anyone in combat for him. Hopefully that won’t bite me in the ass.
With nothing to do until the contest in 2 days, The Fallen and his companions decided to contact one of Birdman’s contacts to find work. Some moron had pissed of Lodouche and we were contracted to free him. That night we scaled the walls of a warehouse and attempted to sneak the moron out. Our diversions failed and we needed to kick some ass. Fortunately one of the guards managed to break his crossbow, charge me, lodge his axe into the door I was standing against, and kill the guard standing on the other side of the door. Smooth. Tchazzar manage to distract one of the guards long enough for the three of us to clear the barn. The guard captain was a huge bastard. My swords failed me and Birdman’s magic missles and Hobart’s sword were able to dispatch him after an epic battle.
We looted the guards, I carried out the target, and we burned down the warehouse.
Unfortunately I did not live up to my name and I failed to fall even once. Epically terrible.
Next, The Tournament!