Talos help me, I cannot seem to find your path for me…
At this very moment things seem to be at their most dire. I am at the threshold of a room filled with heathens while Viktor and Nikael are
off doing who knows what, some of the profane goblins that Nikael talked into
fighting with us have lost their courage (what does one expect from creatures that scorn Torm?), our bard would rather sing than take up arms and the
barbarian, in a fit of rage has thrown himself head first into the fray.
I should start at the beginning…
After defeating a particularly vicious bugbear, we found
ourselves in a large well-lit corridor. Just as we start to relax, we hear a loud
angry growl from beyond the west door. Not wanting to stick around to find out
the cause, we retreat thru a random north door that Viktor was able to
pick.
In our haste to leave the corridor, we discovered that we
left our Dwarven Barbarian, Borgen behind. Lo and behold, he decided to bar the
west door in order to prevent whatever made the loud growl from entering. That
Dwarf is living proof that Helm has an affinity for the foolhardy. When he isn’t
drunk, he’s angry, if not angry, foolhardy; but I wouldn’t trade him for the
Flaming Fist’s finest champion.
Just as Borgen was able to fortify the door, blessed be Tyr,
Viktor discovered the white wyrmling the goblins have been looking
for. After a brief negotiation, Viktor
was able to convince the beast to follow us back to the goblin’s garrison.
Although we were not able to barter the white wrymling's recovery for
any material aid; Viktor was able to bargain something much more valuable: the
rights to secure all religious artifacts that we come across whilst in the Citadel!
Unfortunately, Beshaba always rewards good fortune with misery. Nikael,
pressing our luck, convinced the heathen goblin chief to send with us
some of their "bestest warriors".
We are expected to fight alongside goblins, GOBLINS! Foul
little wretches that worship a false being named “khurgorbaeyag” (you cannot
even speak it’s name with a civilized tongue) are now apart of our fighting
group. Upon reaching the corridor, we discover a few gnolls and hyenas have taken residence. Viktor and Nikael decide to go snooping ahead. Borgen, predictably enters the fray whilst our bard Aelara, decides to sing a beautiful yet misguided tune.
Here I stand Talos, ever your loyal servant, forsaken by my
clan mates, at the door of a room filled with feuding heathens… Give me the strength to save my senseless companions from Bhaal's icy grip.
Tarkan, Cleric of the Almighty Tempest
