Slain by Elf

'You have successfully killed all the mushrooms!' 'Somehow, I don't feel particularly heroic.'

'There's no railing around this, so you'll have to be careful, Blaise.' 'Typical. Dwarves have never cared much about elven safety.'

Having gone down the dry well, we travel along its tunnel until we reach the end. Or an end, I suppose, and one that may turn us back, as a grate blocks our way and we're not really a party built on strength. Never the less, we probably ought to try to get through the […]

After a brief battle in the kitchens of the underground dwarf city, defeating a goblin Steven Segal in the process, our accompanying scout explains what's around us and where to go. 'Over there is the cold store. Ahead of you is the general store. And that is...' 'The warm store.' 'No, the well room.' 'That […]

After a bit of a spat outside the entrance to the underground dwarven city, the inside seems a bit quiet. Eerily quiet, given that one particularly cowardly fellow decided he'd rather head inside than fight us. Maybe he's just cowering in a corner somewhere, unwilling to make a sound. It seems unlikely that he'd rustle […]

With some careful manoeuvring, and more than a little luck, we destroy most of a caravan with an uncontrolled avalance, and get in to a position where a magic fog cloud prevents the enemy from immediately overwhelming us. Of course, this relatively comfortable situation cannot last. Fed up with us defeating her minions as they […]

Our third expedition in to the encampment goes better than planned. We had hoped to charge in, find Pasha and Nerrick's gear, and rush out again, as unharmed as possible. Naturally, we end up fighting the whole camp, but, thanks to some good coordination, we are victorious. We even find most of our gear. We […]

'My spell is still in effect. I'm inethereal.' '...corporeal?' 'I prefer 'inethereal'.'

Pasha, Nerrick and Herbivore have been captured. This aggression will not stand. Thankfully, a couple of ally scouts have been sent to find out what we're up to, and are willing to help rescue my colleagues. An enemy scout, killed in the earlier melee, is dug out of the snow and his uniform taken, which, […]

'You hear a screech above, and looking up you see a creature that is half-eagle, half-horse flying down towards you. The odd thing is that there's a woman riding it.' 'Mmm, I don't think that's the odd thing about this.'