Uncle Liam’s Story Time

by Liam

  We went back out again, this time using the map that the nice man would have given me for free if he’d remembered to. Nobody really expects that it shows where any ‘treasure’ is, but even a complete prat should be able to get the mountains and river right (more or less). My new armour is still with the armourer; he says he can get it cleaned up for me. I sure hope so- it smells like a kobold, which is every bit as nice as it sounds. 😛

 Guess what? We found more kobolds! I start to wonder why the biggers at the Keep let them get so close. These were setting up an ambush, but little did they reckon with an invisible flying wizard like DumbO. He triggered their log trap (which resulted in a nifty ‘splat’), then we jumped them. Ha! Take that, kobolds! As before, I hung back and lobbed arrows at them. I hope nobody thinks less of me for that, but I’m not much of a fighter close-in. Mostly I like to be more subtle and deal with things like locks and coin purses; not too much opportunity for that so far.

So- the battle was joined. At least, we joined the battle. I’m not sure if the battle really joined anything…   A little reminder to myself- try not to accidentally shoot Rollie anymore. His fighting skills are scary, and he hacked up those kobolds like he had a personal grudge. It was cool (but a little gross). Lots and lots of hacking, and the new girl, Sondra, seems pretty fierce. I’ll have to think up a good nickname for her. Maybe “Sonny”- she might like that.

While the biggers were finishing off the kobolds, I was looking around for something else to shoot (now that Rollie’s arse is off-limits). Up the road, I saw an orc coming, and he saw me at the same time. He dove into the bushes, but I still nailed him with an arrow. I’m pretty good! I guess it didn’t kill him outright, since he blew a hunting-horn. Turns out he has a few friends behind him on the road and they’re coming toward us pretty quick. Maybe we can use the kobold’s ambush-pit to turn the tables on the orcs; maybe we’ll run for the keep and tell the biggers; maybe we could just hide in the woods and watch them go by….it would be funny to see them fall into the pit. There are spikes!

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