Poes Adventure Journal
Fourth Entry (after 1/09 session)

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One thing’s for sure about these heroes of prophecy…they sure are persistent. Especially when there’s treasure to be had. Another thing’s for certain. Dragons are mean sons o’ goats. And somewhere out there, there’s one who’s not at all happy with our heroes. Ah well. I suspect the list of creatures, people and probably gods who are less than raving fans of our glorious heroes is destined to grow rather long before they get around to accomplishing whatever it is the Queen has in store for them. Just makes my job of keeping them alive until they can do that all that much more difficult. Well, I guess no one – especially Her – ever promised it would be easy.

Anyway, we bashed our way into the dragon’s lair, fighting a bunch of kobolds right at the entryway. They had some good archers. Have I mentioned that I hate archers? It wasn’t enough to stop us though. Some of the little critters acted pretty strange – seeming happy to die. I can understand the sentiment. I imagine it’s a lot stronger if you find yourself fated to be a kobold. Still…it was a little odd. Not odd enough to keep us from slaughtering them all of course, but definitely odd.

After that, not having Kobe around to guide us and clear out any traps we might find, we relied on Beros. He took us through a series of tunnels to a large cavern, wisely avoiding any of the smaller tunnels. He must have a keen nose for food – he quickly led us right to a kobold campfire. They were roasting rats. Yum. The Heroes decided we’d better attack. Yeah, like the kobolds might be sitting on the dragon’s treasure. Maybe this was some sort of victory feast. Fine with me – any chance to worship the Queen and send a few more souls to her cold embrace. I followed Guss in at full speed. Did I mention that we didn’t have Kobe with us? Yeah. There were traps…pits actually. First Guss and then I fell into them. That made things interesting for a while…but Ron decided not to throw flaming oil on either of us and the kobolds weren’t any match for my comrades and I (at least once Guss and I climbed out of the pits). Soon they were all taken care of. I am getting to like this bloody axe…

We continued on – still hadn’t found the dragon hoard you know – and found a wall of water. Interesting stuff indeed, but you can’t buy crap with it. So on we went. Eventually we found a larger cavern…and more kobolds . In we went and there it was. The dragon I mean. Big, nasty looking beast. Sticking with Guss has always served me well so when he charged at the dragon I followed. Right into sudden darkness. Damn. OK, well Guss had a plan – concentrate on the enemies we could see. Or piss off Ron. I’m not sure which it really was, but together he and I accomplished both. Heh.

The fight was rather chaotic, but eventually it came down to the heroes, led by the indubitable Kleister Fokken and his bloodthirsty spear vs. the dragon. Doesn’t it always? It was quite a stalemate since we couldn’t see the dragon, but it couldn’t come out of its darkness to fight us directly (for fear of being struck down by our “artillery”). Guss solved that problem, bashing the beast repeatedly and forcing it back out of the magical darkness. At the same time, Ron,our dwarf and the others started plundering the creature’s hoard. That really made it mad. Almost felt bad for the thing. Well, for a second. Anyway, rather than stand and face us, the dragon finally gave up and fled, yelling curses at us as it did. I’m sure we’ll see it again one of these days. Hopefully not before we get a chance to go after that necromancer…o’ what’s his name…

Poe

Still the first month of my third life