Return to the temple of evil ECL 5: Factoteum 1, Duskblade 3 , Warblade 1,Entry#6

After body bagging all hostile lifeforms from within the temple and ending the ball set up by the king ,our crew proceeded to search the outside remaining buildings.

The beat-down home looking like it was caved in was inhabited by some hostiles that missed out on the party in the temple. Being rather cautious and sometimes over predicting the enemies' strength I assumed the multiple sets of eyes and coordinated attacks may have been a bBeholder. How wrong was I! Once our mercenary and the cleric decided to tag team a trap door within the home and I half busting my ass on a 10 ft drop, trying to spear whatever was shooting at me from a hole below, , we found a scared hobgoblin family trying to survive.

Man were the fighter and I pissed she was sprayed by fire and I , by i some overseeing force cursed me not to be able to make a simple 10 ft drop as a grown man . I mean come on, as a kid I used to hop out of tower windows like that and not get a scratch . I swear something other than the Mighty Wombat is trying to oversee our demise and heartaches. After all this bullshit and the bad reception we received from the temple there had to be some sort of compensation. Asking for some question in regards as what to expect in the half destroyed tower I received a response in half broken common ;slaves ,pets, and more guards. Supposedly none human , wanting some compensation I snatched at the goblin with the crossbow for his magical shit in his pocket . Puling out a gold armband and a potion i threw back the gold item and took the potion as compensation for bodily harm towards me for this whole trip. I am no thief I just belief in rightful retribution and proper compensation for troubles whether you give me what I deem appropriate as to what I went through is another story, but I am no thief just honorable quester that should be rewarded in proper value .

Heading towards the tower I volunteer to bust down the door at an angle with my executioner mace. And Baamz once again a shit ton of of hobgoblin homemade spears came out flying. Once I was able to get in after the initial barrage I yelled ."Put your arms down for we have your king and no harm will come to him , you are defeated." That diplomatic attempt failed, yet people think I am over the top or barbaric in my method ; well I tried , guess they learned for real that I was quite serious that they were defeated before the fight began especially afterward when my mace/ sword was wearing a goblin costume. After that sullying mess one of the goblins that I pursued upstairs went into a mental break down and tried to reach my feet. I thought it must be a last suicide attempt with another flask , so I backed away, then I thought I am protected from minor flames .Thus I lifted my foot at a distance for him to kiss . Showing that all fight had left him.I did not mind having a servant , even goblin i do not discriminate on race , but rather on certain ideologies.

So as it seemed that the whole tower was cleared with a huge shit room (literally) I thought , this could not be that well guarded for no reasons even if this is the barracks of some sort. I put to use my new pawn "(can t remember his name) Find me where are the shiny or the good stuff" So after shuffling through shit trying to unlock a trap door everyone else soon followed and descended into a room where it would be a perfect opportunity of rest. Since the choke point of any enemies would be limited and easily  picked off. After almost a whole day in that shit hole and bathing done we continued on with my new knave. Going through tunnels and pulling ourselves out of a hole into the forest near Nulb we knew we were about south of the temple so we moved north. Encountered some Ogres that wanted a meal , the cleric thought that they had invited us over to break bread. More like breaking bones ,yet it was their bones and marrows that twisted, curled , and bowed before our onslaught of fiery fireballs, ball busting blows , and medieval brutality on their bitch asses. I swear creatures around are so violent , however evil , they say my Uncle Icelus the first as a death knight is, he sure is more polite and more willing to have tea time and know-how to live than all these living beings around regular non-necropolitic towns. Anyhow when returned to the temple we searched it for 3 days to no avail and teleported / gated back to town to deliver the prisoners to freedom and the king to ready to pick his fate upon his awakening.

The Wombat allowed us rather easy foes this time around and has procured me with a little bit of a following may he see my leadership skills be able to handle more of a crowd to give him praise and honor my family's name .Or even better, to return them to serve them directly or indirectly under the Black Parade , on that fateful day when the damned shall march to reclaim what all mortal life will have to be subjugated under, realistically or metaphorically speaking .. Death Or... Undeath .