RTEL ECL 5 : Duskblade 3 , Fact 1, Warblade 1 Entry # 7

Thanks be to the Wombat for letting us get out of there with our clothes on and not having those taxed off in the town too. There's less non-sense/ taxation in a Necropolis than Verbobanc. Man, the welcome committee was ignorant towards a detect evil  spell of an ex slave goblin. Patting down everything with spells of item visualizing worth , persecuting the persecuted not understanding that being forced into slavery or on a bad season one can have done some evil thing in the name of vengeance or being forced to. Doesn't mean that they were bad their whole life, another reason I don't care for paladins of the light / lawful deities. Sometimes as my great grandfather Icelus the first and Arch dreadlord death knight said " The worst monsters hide in the light boy, I learned that traveling on my first adventure.Auras don't giveaway everything bout a person. Now go train with the Valikhars and feed the Morghs once you've sweated blood" (Sweated blood train real hard)

In result we left the ghaele with the goblin and Partang looking after the goblin and the cart. To also dodge another hefty ridiculous tax. With all of our equipment in hand loaded with town rules of don t do this that were overtop and under certain circumstances , such as... Getting jumped or wanting to move faster for convenience ,ooh if ya defend yourself or hurry to do thingswith haste and stuff the hammer of the law may strike down on you. Sight , moving along trying to get to the swordsmith and other bazaar to trade for the equipment we've gathered along our journey Mithil got ambushed in the street of this such "safe place ." Two assassins seemed pretty pro as they put a bloodied beating on her(Jacked up real hard/bad lol) conflicted about using her full magical might I told em" It 's their rules or your lives fools , do the math !"
Then I started swinging in the alley . The group regathered in a valiant formation of epic alley brawl to save our isolated wizard. After enough beating, the scums fled the cleric knocking one of them silly face front eating the concrete with a bolt. Of course RIGHT after that last blow and another assailant leaving the guard show up before we could loot to find out who they were. Damn it! If they put half the energy towards all that non sense of shakedown at the front gate holding goblins hostages and put some of those taxes towards inward security maybe there wouldn't random jumpings nearby a public square. After a little investigation and two weeks in waiting for our magical / exotic weapon: Cruising the temples, the Jerking bone , multiple hotels , and many paranoid nights slept with one eye open. After being relieved of our cash from the stores and the second taxation leaving town we left to Ralor hoping never to come here again. Teleporting on the road outside this beaten little hole we came across this guy telling us a little about the town. Being nearby ork village and it's scouch or soch whatever this mushroom does to you is a speciality of here. I thought ,oh damn , a town of stoners great, where they don t do shit . Guess we ll see. Knowing that this' ll be a diplomatic tool I bought a few mushroom to share with the natives to open up and get some info about the temple.  Hearing about someone of importance house we headed there to open the door to find and drag out some stoned guy we went upstairs to find some folks ready to partake in more of the paraphernalia ... And here we go for Another round.

May the Wombat guide me through the ignorance of this land ,the stoners the charlatans, the fiends, the overzealous , all great and weak in between that get in my path of glory. So before their sending to the wombat they may see the light of the errors of their ways. I sense the oozing of much  blood grandiose fights   ,premonition maybe!? But in all and all the wombat shall be pleased with the prizes of my triumph for him the blood of my enemies, the enlightenment of the fools in this life or thereafter being sent to the true One; the Wombat !