Post by Corwin of Cormyr on May 1, 2005 1:43:52 GMT -5
The heavyset and jovial fellow strolled into the inn with the grim figure of Bynolf shadowed behind him. With a huff and a puff with excitment stands before the crowd and tells of his explotes destorying the goblin outpost:
"Ai, Brynolf and I travled for a day outside of Isinhold... and we caught a wind of some fresh tracks. Followin' the tracks we smelt it long before we came upon it... Up on a hill a palisade was surroundin' it... the ugly fellows riding upon their worgs came thunderin' down.. and yet holdin' fast Brynof here and meself stood fast... like a hot knife through lard they got cut down... we patrolled around the perimiter of the fort and made sure there were no stragglers... climbing upon the outlying post they had.. I snuck a peek inside... dozens 'of 'em! I took a few shots to let 'em know we were a coming...
and at the gates we stood... waiting for them to poor out... the poor thing didn't even know i was behind tha door.. cleaved in right in the skull as he opened the gate and rushed out....
We held fast as they came pouring out... finally I gave the nod to me companion and we took the offensive charging inside...
Goblin Wizards! Ya wouldn't have thought the little buggers had minds enough to cast spells but there they were... hurling spells like they were rocks in a sling....
We pushed on deeper and deeper.. for moments all i saw ere their ugly little heads surrounding me....
just when I thought I was going to drown in gobo see... I see Byrnolfs blade coming closer my way.. bringing them closer and closer to their own demise....
After what seemed like an eternity their ranks began to dwindle... and we started to grow weary...
My mace grew heavier with each swing... so I drew out me bow... and as they rushed out of their tents and for their rusty blades.. me arrows found their heads before they found their knives....
Ai, the Shattled Bone clan was no more... the regiment was gone...
Termites... I thought to meself.. sure.. they might be easy to kill ...but ya let them go uncheck and soon they eat yer house....
That's what gobos are... termites....
...
With that Corwin took a big swig of his ale.. and wiping the foam from his beard, he sat back down...
...
turning to his companions and those around him...
and to think I've gotta tell this whole story over again to Lady Sharita tomorrow..
...
Downing his ale.. Corwin staggered upstairs and crashed upon the bed to lazy and too drunk to bother taking off his armor...
[Quest 1 of 4]
"Ai, Brynolf and I travled for a day outside of Isinhold... and we caught a wind of some fresh tracks. Followin' the tracks we smelt it long before we came upon it... Up on a hill a palisade was surroundin' it... the ugly fellows riding upon their worgs came thunderin' down.. and yet holdin' fast Brynof here and meself stood fast... like a hot knife through lard they got cut down... we patrolled around the perimiter of the fort and made sure there were no stragglers... climbing upon the outlying post they had.. I snuck a peek inside... dozens 'of 'em! I took a few shots to let 'em know we were a coming...
and at the gates we stood... waiting for them to poor out... the poor thing didn't even know i was behind tha door.. cleaved in right in the skull as he opened the gate and rushed out....
We held fast as they came pouring out... finally I gave the nod to me companion and we took the offensive charging inside...
Goblin Wizards! Ya wouldn't have thought the little buggers had minds enough to cast spells but there they were... hurling spells like they were rocks in a sling....
We pushed on deeper and deeper.. for moments all i saw ere their ugly little heads surrounding me....
just when I thought I was going to drown in gobo see... I see Byrnolfs blade coming closer my way.. bringing them closer and closer to their own demise....
After what seemed like an eternity their ranks began to dwindle... and we started to grow weary...
My mace grew heavier with each swing... so I drew out me bow... and as they rushed out of their tents and for their rusty blades.. me arrows found their heads before they found their knives....
Ai, the Shattled Bone clan was no more... the regiment was gone...
Termites... I thought to meself.. sure.. they might be easy to kill ...but ya let them go uncheck and soon they eat yer house....
That's what gobos are... termites....
...
With that Corwin took a big swig of his ale.. and wiping the foam from his beard, he sat back down...
...
turning to his companions and those around him...
and to think I've gotta tell this whole story over again to Lady Sharita tomorrow..
...
Downing his ale.. Corwin staggered upstairs and crashed upon the bed to lazy and too drunk to bother taking off his armor...
[Quest 1 of 4]