I awoke in the middle of the night in a dark dungeon cell. Apparently, a fight went down sometime yesterday at “The Chortling Gnome”, the tavern I was in with the Dwarven Prince. I am still groggy…
I woke up surrounded by criminals of some sort. A tiefling sat across from me, mumbling something to himself in an arcane tongue. A human paladin stood quietly, staring back at the tiefling, sizing him up for some reason. A stately young eladrin with his distinctive glowing blue eyes sat in the corner, staring off into nowhere. There was also a large Dragonborn man, with particularily pungent breath. He must have been hitting the ale pretty hard.
This is no place for the Dwarven Crowback.
I took one last look at the man on the ground, knowing his death to be an unjust, unfortunate one. Then I remembered my duties to the royal family and pressed on. I noticed a stream of blood coming from his body flow to the center of the room where it dropped into a crack in the floor. My years of service in the guard back home taught me a structural weakness when I saw it.
We addressed this, posthaste…
The landing was less than comfortable. But we were out nonetheless. We entered the underground portion of our prison and entered a room with an interesting sample of a pool of green, sticky liquid. I took a sample for future reference, maybe an alchemist can tell me more about this at a later date.
Our more daring companion Duhka took it upon himself to explore across the room, letting his blasted Tiefling curiosity get the better of him, and almost his life. We were ambushed by kobolds.A vicious battle ensued wherein both me and my enemies found the bottom of the green pool quite inhibiting. Our Dragonborne ally found his way down to the bottom as well.
INSERT COMIC HERE ABOUT, WELL, THE GOO PILE
I couldn’t see much in commotion. The thief lie unconscious in the far corner, taken by surprise by new kobolds in the fray. The noble Quinten fought valiantly by Duhka’s side, the fool that reached in the dark places and pulled out more than he could handle, and the gigantic Az fought around the elf’s body like a protector, and with every enemy he fell he let out a peculiar battlecry to his gods; “TWELVE!.”As the kobolds died around us, Duhka grabbed at a nearby stone and struck the apparent leader of this small force of Kobolds directly in the head. The remaining kobolds fled the area, and we were introduced to Mubox…
INSERT A COMIC ABOUT DUHKA’S MAGIC AND HIS AWESOME NEW NICKNAME, DOOKIE.
Shapes or no, we rushed headlong into the room.
We almost regretted our decision instantly when the room revealed to us a kobold shaman and in the far corner a giant eight-legged creature: a spider. The bulk of the group made a break for the shaman and I sprinted towards the foul creature that lurked int he shadows. The dragonborne was a step behind. He would soon miss out on the action to come. I let the thoughts of the royal family fill my mind, my lost prince, my king who trusted me to watch over him. My duties.My failure…
INSERT COMIC ABOUT CROWBACK’S RAPAGE OF THE SPIDER
INSERT FIGHTING MONTAGE COMIC ABOUT THE ELADRIN AND QUINTEN FIGHTING VICTORIOUSLY
INSERT COMIC ABOUT EMERGING FROM THE DARK UNDERGROUND AND DECIDING TO HEAD SOUTH