Return to the temple of evil ECL 5: Factoteum 1, Duskblade 3 , Warblade 1,Entry#5

   Returning from town having done our shopping with my motley crew accompanied with a new fighter mercenary because of the dangers of the road ahead may yield, we re off to The temple of Evil. Having way overslept on the carriage back to Nulb , we are at the gates of the temple of evil. Greeted by a  big party of hobgoblins to be the welcome comittee right after the gate just awaiting our splendid arrival. Just eager to serve us a most undesired cocktail of death with a minor rain of spears ,disoriented charges along warcry, with the usual swinging of weapons everywhere in disaray , they eventual drink upon their own blood . In reality it may have been their own death they were throwing this party for.

   After a brief waltz with these furry little goblins, we continue to the huge double doors of the cathedral . The cleric proceeds to knock upon expecting a proper welcoming to a ball or perhaps a banquet since the hobgoblin knew how to throw a reception he must of expected some kind of automated etiquettes, even from these beings. Just like I did in a ghost town in Nulb I expected a ghostly drink at a ghostly bar and thus extended my hand out and awaited for a cool juice from the beyond. Sadly ,that poor soul must of lost his manners on the way betwixt life and death cause a drink I did not receive. So I can definitively understand why the cleric knocked on the door; we expect a certain amount of "know how" and respect even from enemies or most unexpected places that ALL life forms/beyond should JUST know.

   Well ,after a rude wait of them not coming to the door we just decided to let ourselves in. Damn little creatures or whatever the hell else was in the temple now I'm getting a little flustered that I had to strain to get that BIG ASS door opened. And it shall soon develop into a crescendo of anger what I initially felt at the door . But wait, inside this luscious blasphemously ornamented cathedral there goes the second round of the committee and this time they brought (let me make a name for it out of nowhere ) a baby Kong !Aka a Dire Ape . Man, I thought this might be a little tougher , they upped their game though in comparison to outside. Well that dance was done with a little more crispy and volley of flying shooting goblins after being hit by our mage's fire ball , wheezing and whoaing every where. The Kong gave us so hard knocks with his good tango but still we endured it and came out as the parties' champions once again.

   Searching around for clues in this desecrated / defecated upon place ,where the goblins seemed to have made it their home , we found nothing of interest halfway through the building. Their were curtains though and so the mage sent out her butterfly to see what was awaiting us behind. More entertainment I assume,treasures, demons with promises, or just more Goblins setting up another show or type of guest dance . Well, after the butterfly HAD confirmed there were other life forms behind it, the kobold on our end went to investigate further. He came running back saying get ready .
Yes, and this time it was the curtain call folks, it was the king and his unholy patriarch court that had set up this bizarre party wanting us to  give him acknowledgement of his warm welcome . He invited us to dance to his fugue I believe .A most bizarre thing it was but indeed this whole journal in general was weird.

   I knew he wanted acknowledgement of his warm welcome committee and wanted us to give thanks and perhaps he would have served us an easier dance to step to . But no, I could not forgive him, not because of the rains of javelins, the slew of subjects he threw against us, not the baby kong bonking me on the head during the Tango, or even his rude ass invisible right hand goblin trying to smack a drink out of my hand drinking uninvited in front of his king. Even he had his reasons.My anger was aimed because these fools did not let us in  when the cleric knocked . Unforgivable! With epic swirling of ice storm ,invisble jokers left and right, the king displaying his double sided blade dance work, cleric reciting shit and my fluid dodges while being angry at the king I finally sundered him.

   I shall drag him along to give us safety to traps, interrogate him, turn him in the authorities for a reward, or even make him our servants until he has learnt all sorts of proper manners . Unlike his fellow servants who all went to see their deity on the other side he shall know no respite of the sort .He was the king and thus should have known better to let his guest in when politely knocked especially after besting his first group of greeters. THAT is WHY he shall not die quite yet.
May the Wombat be pleased and teach this cretin a lesson not only to be a king but from the lowest place all must spawn to become great, he either never knew it or forgot his base roots of humbleness. Always in manners for the Wombat.