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Expedition 46b - Dulo's Account

It is to be recorded that. today I survived (barely), and I am elebrating with Wine. The deed went like this:

There we wer! In the belly of the beaast, deep underground, in the lair of the filthy fur-men. Except we weren’t in the quarters of the fur-men, but in the roms of some robed ne'er-do-wells – cultists no doubt. all of use were cornered by a pack of visious beast folk, when some of the men came forth with a brilliant and breve idea. Koko, our cleric, pretended to be a cultist leader, who had come to replace the old ones which had ‘failed’.

The dumb creatures believed us, if only partially, and briefly but. it was enough, however!! We prepared ourselves for deth, and stormed the hallway, which a cadre of the foul furred ones were guarding to box us in, Then, the glorious, damned bastard Knuckles used the power of his magical shield to breath fire upon our enemis. The plane was for me to charm them asleep, but none lived! an nearly, neither did I. The flames incinerated most of the beasts, but it also turned the boiling caldron of oil in the hallway into a vertiable ball of fire.

Thank the gods, I was hiding behind the corner, or the oil and sharpnel would have felled me. Even so, the fire scorched my hair and scarred my face, but I LI\/ED!!

We then rushed forth, up the hallway and toward the staircase to freedom. The comotion we caused brought another two dozen of the furry ones down on us, but we had taken them by surprise. I enchanted nearly a dozen of them to sleep, and Koko paralysed another few ones.

Between the two of us, we turned their assult into a slaughter. Right before we could leave, however, we heard the cries for hlp from a nearby chamber. In there, we found and rescued a dwarf – a smith they had held captive for many months.

We also took this time to pilfer the bodies of the fallen beasts of any valuables, and in the end, we all got out and turned a nice profit!

Now, It’s time for me to refill my goblet, and replenish that damnable Kuckles’ one too.

In celebration, I shall also drik of the holy fountain water. If my miraculos survival today poroved anything, it’s that the gods love me, and so I am certain to receive a mightly bleessing! Bottoms up!