It seemed like the darkest hour. The cleric had worn out but was still using prayer, affected by the shakes that the dragon had initially sent down his spine. The wizard out of spells and hopelessly trying to shoot the beast down . At least she was trying. The big blue glob of companion orc we had was retreating (thought he was tougher). Only me and the fighter remained face to face with this acid spewing behemoth in front of us holding the line to send this beast back into, OBLIVION!!!
I thought about retreating for a second , a moment of doubt faced my mind and my faith." NO! I shall not retreat today is the day that the Wombat shall feast his eyes upon your slaughter beast." Mentally rallying myself. " In the name of the Wombat, ya shall die ya big slithering over sized Gecko Bitch!" as I shouted when my swing finally started to turn him into a crimson covered lizard. He bellowed a cry of pain that rebounded throughout the caves, as i bludeonged him .
Being so focused in the battle, the Wombat heard me not letting up and sent us the angel back to give me a touch(es) of second wind. In a most inappropriate but likable of ways to rile my testosterone up for battle once more. The Wombat sure knows how to motivated his favored warriors for battle. After such, the battle started to turn in our favor as the orc came back around ,the fighter swinging with mighty fervor upon the beast and the angel continuing her promiscuity towards me as she was giving me a "healthy rub" to stay in the fight with this beast.
In its desperate hours the dragon smashed something in its treasure pile to summon forth the evil cousin of the baby Kong (earlier entry) to swing on us with four arms . Uh oh I pondered!But the angel of the Wombat had more than a pretty hand ha ha. She summoned a wall of thorns entrapping them so that they may be easy targets . Now the lying beast started to make offers for its life asking us to remove the thorn bush saying it'll let us go. The orc replied with an agreeable condition" So we get your shinies or part of it, right huh huh ?" And can relocate into a more bountiful lair or stay if you d like." I added he scoffed , still full of pride even near its imminent demise " No Deal!" "Fine, die!"I shouted back at him. Shortly after it was laid to pieces into the Abysses . We looted this poor ass dragon rocking baby muney, I just went straight to bed . Thanking the Wombat for this bountiful kill and help he sent.
Not sure how long had elapsed for our restingbut we continued on without too much care of lady M's remains aside from a quick I shall not mention what I saw the orc do with the body , but it wasn't too fowl from what I've seen ,just... unexpected . But I guess he does, sigh, eat lot. Moving down the dark cavern once out of the cart I couldn't see shit .I hanged onto the angel's arm guiding me as some of our less humanoid friend had dark vision. Stumbling about like a blind a buffoon I felt something bounce off of my armor that seemed to be pretty rough. "Damn it! " Activating my lights some fish person in the water chucking spears .That I was just gonna walk right past, but the orc just had to want to do a water ballet with it ,sigh. I kept on going until some featherless chicken with a hoe for a mouth sprayed me in my face with , yet again, caustic burning hot fluids. "Fuuuuck agaiinnnnn!!!" I yelled as I was sizzling (this stuff was stronger than the dragon's acid and i dodged some) .Everything's always trying to take a bite out of the black man. We have a big oversized obese blue brute to eat that you can't miss and everything's still trying to gobble me up in the undesirable fashion. The enemy entity of the Wombat wants me dead I believe. Finally over with this silly encounter of poky fish and spraying unfeathered chicken we marched on .
Holding onto the Orc's arm in darkness to be my guide because the angel had dissapeared. While another and awkward walrus meta human monkey fly face thing helping us had also gone back to whatever twisted fantasy things those things do . The orc left from my grip to go eat what I soon found out to be a giant mushroom . And a second very loud one that I extinguished quickly and an over sized crab beattle that kept on making the other two people in the party go mad, b/c of their lack of mental control in the ways of the Wombat as well as my study of the Warblade art. Everyone wonders why I dab in so many things huuugh!
Well ,after getting punched in the face by the big blue uncontrolled oaf, .After fact that the beast had fallen ,I was like : "Fuck this ya dealing with this till you 2 get a grip of yourselves." Thus I hid in the dark corners of this fungi forest sipping on my wine and drinking a healthy potion letting these 2 kill each other . I began to meditate to ascend to yet another level of greatness into the deeper annals of the arcane arts. Clearing out the grunts, squeals , spasms of random laughter, and questions "Where am I ,? Why it's so dark?" enacted by the others falling into madness ,from my mind. All in darkness " Ssshhhh can you hear it ?"The whispers of the Wombat revealing His secret admisdst all of it? Shhh listen closer ... you too can hear the whispers spoken from the Wombats wise eternal words!Traveling beyond the planes, of ageless time, and infinite realms of possibilities.All of this can be had.... at a price... Ssssshhhhhhh( consciousnes drifts into communion with the Wombat).
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