Thoughts from Forge

I struck the illusionist with other of my massive blows almost as devastating is his crummy animated statues which I had pulverised into many pieces. The illusionist soon realised that he would soon not be for this world given that his spells were becoming ineffective with one whose mind is like a steel trap. His actions were to open an unusual carpet and stand upon it, the carpet levitated off the floor and began to move towards the centre of the room. He seemed to gesture as if trying to rub something in the centre of the room, maybe he still thought he had a magical lamp there (heh heh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeh). Well regardless he successfully flew out through the window on his magic carpet.

We continued to search his room and the remainder of his building, we thought we had run out of options until I alone realised that there was another level to this place. We continued our search, in one room there was a horrid stench, my friends for some inexplicit reason assumed that the stench had come from me? The great Wulf went in to investigate and discovered a dead body. In our entire investigations all we managed to find was some incriminating documents (as well as a bunch of his stupid fliers). It would appear that our "friend" illusionist was a slaver of people. For some reason my friends seemed appalled by this fact, I really didn't have a problem with this; I just wanted to find him to finish off pounding his head.

One of the documents had given a location of a venue of where we might find some of this apparently unruly slaving activity. It was a yellow building at the corner of Muggers lane and Hangman's corner. We decided that we should leave the premises, on our way out we ran into a bunch of guards with the illusionist with them. The Captain of the guards accused us of breaking in and all this other stuff. He actually wanted to arrest us, of course our immediate response was to say "forget it pal" and take these guards on.

Immediately as the combat started we all declared our actions. Mantius decided that the Captain would his for the taking, the others all stated their intensions as to which they would battle until they all looked at me for inspiration. I said "I'm gunna kick the shit out of some no hoper" They burst into laughter and were inspired for the conflict. I decided that the illusionist would be that loser, I managed to inflict another one of my brutal hits on him, well ok it wasn't a bad shot, after some minor scuffling by the others Mantius decided that the battle should end so in an act of apparent bravery (foolishness as far as I'm concerned) he knelt down and exposed his neck to the Captain....the battle was over. I had thought after having his head chopped of once before he wouldn't be putting it again in another compromising situation. Regardless, the Captain lowered his weapon and his men followed suit.

We tried to convince that they were protecting a slaver and overall scumbag. The Captain read our documents of incriminating evidence against the illusionist but remained somewhat sceptical. He proceeded to arrest us and remove our weapons. We ended up in the slammer, but they agreed to let one of us out. I thought it should be me as I wanted to go back to work and perfect my fine weapon, they didn't' seem to hare my opinion. We eventually got out.....

As a group we decided that in order to continue our mission we should enhance our circle. I sought Borenak the mighty weapon smith, he asked me a difficult question to test if I was worthy.....I was. Wulf also spoke of the trials he had to endure to become worthy of second circle. I thought these shy raiders were an odd bunch but I was impressed with their powers. Mantius sought an Inn for seeking a trainer. He began to shout, knock chairs, table, break glasses, kick, scream, break a few more chairs, etc....and people call me the unsociable one? He eventually met up with a trainer so the rest is history. It was during this time of training I continued to perfect my weapons blade, and perfect it I did. The blade of my pole axe yields sharpness that I am sure will splice my enemies with even more death. I also worked on a broad sword for Van Storme and on Wolfs Axe, those guys owe me big time.

So our adventure continued. We located the yellow building and knocked at the door. The owner Cassius answered and we asked many questions about the place but all we could discern was that this was a storage or trading place of salts and spices. We were suspicious about this man as we felt he was not revealing all he knew to it so we did what any resourceful adventuring group would do....break in at another time.
Another time............again we approached the door, it was locked so Wulf used his brute strength to knock it down. He entered as did Mantius and Valantus. The were soon barraged by quarrel bolts coming from holes on the wall. Wulf Knocked down another door, this time the door flew off its hinges. Mantius ran past and encountered the rogues, which fired upon my comrades. He declared that he alone would battle these three so I respected his wishes and explored the remainder of the building with the others. Van storme however, decided he'd fire spells through the crossbow peepholes at the Rogues, Mantoius was not impressed. We eventually found a large storage area; it was here where the main battle took place. Wulf began to shout and shoulder charge opponents effectively knocking off Rouges from tops of crates and blocks. I just did what I do best, heaps of damage. I cleaved them in two, three, four pieces and perhaps more. My comrades were impressed and inspired by my efforts. At one point I noticed Wulf lying on the ground moaning and yelling, I thought it odd behaviour but when he rose again he continued wis slaughter of opponents even more effectively.

During the mass combat Valantus heard the voice of the slayer of his family and Ilk. He declared that this villain would be his alone and charged towards him. Before engaging this villain he mumbled some oath and began to attack nothing, it would seem his opponent became invisible. He met his doom by this man sword. This reinforced my view that Valantus's carefully prepared speech and oath was a waste of time. Mantius decided he would fight for Valantus's honour......he too succumbed to the mans blade. Wulf and I had finished dispatching the rogues with the assistance of Van Storme. We looked at each other and without a spoken word we decided that this villain shall pay for the deaths of our friends....and pay he did for we dispatched him with ease, suffering no injuries what so ever.

We continued to search the premises until we heard some voices. We investigated them and found the owner and his son. He told us how the rogues had forced him to allow them to use his premises as an area for slaving. As payment for our actions we took his last chance salve in order to resurrect our fallen comrade Valantus. We thought Mantius was now beyond resurrection.

Our next course of action was to approach the Captain of the guards again with the sworn testimony of the man in order to convict the illusionist. I still want to find him and lay waste him. I have an inherent dislike toward illusionists since their life is of trickery and deception whereas I am of real and tangible items such as weapons. We met up with a Windling who claimed to be a wizard. As yet the Windling seems to have an identity crisis. We decided to investigate some other sewers we had found earlier. For some reason my friends seem hesitant about sewers, I don't understand what the problem is.

We investigated the tunnels using the logic of following paths that lead to the left. Upon entering one room we discovered a hideous creature which the Windling described as being extremely corrupt. We did the only fair thing and put the creature out of its misery. We discovered that it was our female thief friend who I forgot to mention left us after we had the incident with the guards.


We continued exploring the caverns and were attacked by these insectoid creatures. The three of them attacked the parties three fighters (even I who am considered a low-end fighter). The battle was a tough one; I struck with my usual power but was affected by a paralysing poison which began to slow me down. I then noticed other party members being affected as well. Despite the effects of the poison I persevered, striking down another and another of the foul creatures. I noticed that Wulf who had been slowed down as well would all of a sudden break out of his sluggishness and resume his usual formidable stance. Eventually I secumbed to the poison and was paralysed as did some of the others, with Wulf final telling blow the monsters had been defeated and the party rejoiced, well not exactly actually come to think of it I still am paralysed.........


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