Hey there doll, what’s new? I’ve been busy blazing a path to a legacy of awesomeness. The men & I (and Ithyk) got back to Overlook with our sack full of incriminating shit and dropped it on Ulysses’ desk. I notice every time we see him there’s less security around. It’s sweet that they ever thought they could stop us if we wanted to do him harm in the first place, but I do appreciate the trust forming between us.
Ulysses said that we were to lay low for a few days while they built their case against the Consortium. He also sent Rocky off to some town to scout the place out for us. Seems kind of silly sending pebbles-for-brains off on a scouting mission, but hey, what do I know? I laid low, in just about every tavern around town, drinking, fighting & fucking my way through a five-day rager. It was epic. I hope Kage writes a song just about that.
When we went back to Ulysses, he informed us that there was going to be a concentrated efforrt, blah blah blah. Long story short, The Men (and Ithyk) were being sent to take down Olaf, the grande fromage of the Consortium. Nothing but the best for Madmartigan’s Men (and Ithyk)!
We strolled up to Olaf’s front door at dawn, and just as we were going to kick it in, it exploded outwards. A mother-fucking, honest-to-Kord dragon strolled out to us, witty as you please. We exchanged a bit of light-hearted banter before things got real. The kid sprung into action, laying into the dragon like only he can. It was something to see, shadow dragon versus shadow fighter, like darkness fighting darkness! He kicked the thing so hard, it fell down the stairs, saving me some trouble, until it spewed it’s life-stealing death breath all over The Men & I, summoning up a cloud of darkness to surround and blind us at the same time. I came charging out of the nasty shadow, bad as you please, crunched it’s skull with the pommel of my blade and uppercut the bitch at the same time. That was how the rest of the battle went: Ithyk & I delivering blow after blow to the skull, so the thing could barely even stand, plus the rest of The Men delivering ten kinds of pain onto it.
With the dragon decapitated (literally, we nailed it’s head to Ithyk’s door), I strode with bravado into Olaf’s place and promptly caught an enormous fucking bolt in the chest. A handful of dwarves waited us in the main foyer (Kage said it like “foy-yay”, fancy prick) and we dealt with them like we do. Ithyk even charged up onto a balcony to dispatch the fucker that shot me with a crossbow, but Clunky magic-yanked him down to the floor so Ithyk dove down after him. I’m going to have to look into getting a tapestry of that crafted for Madmartigan’s Manse Victorious.