That scum Garu’kol is trying to get himself free of those manacles, but I wouldn’t let him. Crushed some goblin heads in the process too: a win win all around. He thinks he’s gonna get out of here, but by Torag, no goblin is spared. Battle is sacred. They fled once. They will not a second time. That said, it’s nice to see Chompgut here. Though I’m disappointed no one had actually chomped his gut. Regardless, Garu’kol knows where to get his treasure. Once that’s done, he’s gone, and Chompgut’ll be no more by then.
But I must admit: I see why some of my brother’s have fallen to Goblins now… I underestimated their blows and their magical capabilities. My beard is singed, my bones are sore, but my will is iron, and my flesh will follow my heart in battle. I just hope the wills and resolves of my companions is half as resolute… I seem to be the only fighter. The only veteran of conflicts. I’m travelling with a fish monger, a detective lass, some hot dancer (HAHA, Alduin can make puns!), a goblin bomber, and Salvo… but Salvo showed me not to underestimate those who aren’t wearing armor and brandishing weapons in the past, I hope the group is at least half as good as he was then and now.
I’m a bit startled by what Chompgut is doing to those big goblins though. It’s got an unearthly feel to it. It’s unsettling to think his magical prowess could be so grandiose and magnificent. A pity he hadn’t made himself as iron in flesh as in mind. I’ve come to find wizard folk’s bones break easy. That said, his fat ones get bigger and un-deadlier (HAHA, OHOHOH).
Once we finally had beaten the “king”… haven taken his crown, he was rendered powerless. They wouldn’t let me deal the final blow: Arlington, Whitt, and Ishmael. They’re all soft. They know little of death and danger. I guess that means its up to me to protect them then though. It’s hard not being in the company of those who know of war and warfare. Those are things I’d rather forget though… its just these matters wouldn’t exist then. I can’t help but not want someone to take charge in combat, killing isn’t a democracy, and these vermin have to die. As far as I care, they can talk to him all they want: but at least I can finish this bugbear now. A right pain in my ass. Salvo found the trap door (clever man!) so I’m thinking of crisping up Garu’kol here.
I made up for my losses earlier though. A hefty sum of coins. More then five that of my original haul of these geodes! Torag be praised! I will devote these to a work worthy of his anvil… unfortunately, it may be my first task as a brother, but at least I will impose it onto me. It’s a bit disheartening to hear that though… Brother Alduin Amberaxe, Paladin of Torag. They made me forsake all my oaths and dealing before Torag, forsake all past gods, to fight his foes. I wish they had made me sooner. I wouldn’t be here then: I’d be on some glorious battlefield, then in my father’s hall, where I pray I may some day return. For all that its worth, I hate being bound to an order… I sought glory, not servitude. Riches, not humility. But what I seek most anymore is repentance. There’s no turning back anymore. Not again.
I left them a geode the next day, the first day as a Paladin. So I should at least spend it the best I can. Well away from the temple: other side of town in the biggest city on Earth. Found some little rock called Rock Bottom. Hah, had I hit that yet or am I still sinking? At least I made a lot of money for coin.
i gave the bartender qtwo hundred gold coins. now i’m an investor. investor alduin amberaxe: that i can eget bgehind. gotta spgend money to make money, hah! this stuff barely effects my thinking. makes my sleepy though. probably nout for the best. but it eases the wounds, the minds, uthe spirit(s, hah!). i may be a paladin, but thkere are evils iyn me li can only hope to drown in fire water tihan holy light.
everyone trickled in slowly, spent a lot of time talkign to saxlvo. ki can’t remember what qi said clearly: i just hope i didn’t say anything too much… there’s a real along blank spot. i’m happy to forget rllteeing wahatever it is, but igf he knew everythingv, he’d probably never trust eme.
i hope these folks aore friends though. whitt says she’s a friend. salvo says so. but txhere’s some secrets you really can’t tell hno one. maybre one day i can mask them for fdorgiveness though. at least having leanred from my mistakes once, i can assure myself, i will never do such again.