From the journal of Blake Starsong.
Wet and weary – so weary – we sought shelter in the Way Inn.
The Battle of Way Inn (Draft 1)
A crowded tavern was expected
But curiously not this day
Around one table but four drinkers
Inside the lonely Way.
And what demeanour, what repose
From their mouths came drivel
Our party is too good for that
We demanded that they be civil.
Their piggishness grew in size
Rather than demure
Transformed into most fearsome boars
Violence did ensure.
While big and beastly, they were quite stupid
Table tops dented their charges
Their women were hideously ugly
Arses as big as barges!
I fell to blows, but Ryndal healed me
Others bled as well
And when we finally triumphed
In blew Thorgrim’s swells.
They stole our limelight: all our tributes
We hadn’t had fun!
But karma struck that very night
Praise-thieves minus one.
While the Innkeeper was pleased to be rid of the boars that were frightening away customers, Thorgrim’s untimely appearance robbed us of any reward. Naturally Shadow was livid, but was suddenly taken by the other party’s brilliance. One never can guess at his motives, however. I am sure he had a plan. Ryndall most definitely did, and his cunning plan to spread the rumour that they (the troupe) had raided The Cults Greenest camp was brilliant, but had the unexpected side-effect of getting one of them (the halfling) killed. Not ideal, but at least it wasn’t us.
Finally the rain stopped and we continued on the Road to Waterdeep when who should we stumble across being attacked but our old friend Sedgepole, with the famous troupe as guards. They weren’t doing too well, and as we all expected, they were very good at talking the talk, but very bad at shooting the monsters. We are, though, and I am surprised at our abilities these days. Shadow is a sneaky death machine, Hitum stalwart and strong, and Ryndal often doesn’t run away. I finally managed to use some decent spells – maybe adventuring isn’t so bad after all. Spiders dead, but the Ettercaps had stolen two of Sechepol’s horses. Of course we gave chase, not like those useless actors, only to find ourselves in a sticky situation – webbed lair! Again we battled to near death, and Shadow’s incredulity at the lack of treasure was only surpassed by Ryndall’s. We rescued the horses, returned them to Sechepol, and got cuts and bruises for our efforts. Let’s hope the gods smile on us as a result.
Now we sit in Daggerford, a quaint little town full of hotties. I am getting nowhere with my green love – time to change color.
Mysteriously, the cultists have taken on a passenger – one with a thick wooden cap, which is surely hiding a chest full of treasure. I wonder if Shadow can lift it in the night. The caravan has also picked up a female gnome guard. Surely Hitum can poison her with some of his soup.
I am growing to like adventuring, and my companions. I feel we are destined for great things.