Master Dommo's legacy has gifted me two capable warriors, a dwarf, possibly female, and a stout warrior, who I clad in my Master's armour, he shall wear it with pride and vengeance.
The crew had decided to dive once more into the pit that claimed the Master, I felt the need to exact revenge on these foul creatures by cruel death or humiliation, it was not long before we stumbled upon another chieftains lair, the tale of Dommo's defeat at the hand of the last one filled me with dispair and fury, against my better judgement we engaged but quickly struck down the chief and his lackys only to be set upon by his hoard, which we bravely battled through until they routed.
The lair brought good funds for the plans of chaos, although the crew were obsessed wih a barrel of wine, fortunately Dommo's horse was capable of pulling it when we set off for home, only to be besieged by some creatures of the night, and horse and wine succumbed to them, this time my judgement presided over foolishness, and whilst the crew harried the night demons, the army of chaos escaped.
Soon after they caught up with us brandishing some stripy fur, their leader deigned to chide me for running away, but I could see they had done the same, only to butcher a couple of large felines and pretend they were the demons they'd defeated, I see right through their lies.