A Friendly Welcome
Today we descended into Shadowfell Keep. It’s a lovely place, only moments after entering we were greeted by a goblin ambush and I fall into a damn trap. In an uncustomary lapse in judgment, I had rushed ahead without checking the room only to have the floor fall out from beneath me. Not only did I forget to check for traps, I also fumbled my tumble and crashed hard into the floor a good ten feet below. Surprised that I was merely a bit bruised from such a bad landing, I considered myself lucky to be cushioned by something softer than stone or a bed of spikes. This feeling of relief quickly evaporated once I discovered my cushion was a horde of rats. Anyway, the rats were pretty pissed that I just used them as a landing pad and they immediately attacked me as a swarm. While I was busy fending off a hundreds of angry teeth and claws, up above the rest of the party was busy trying to find cover as arrow after arrow whizzed through the darkness from hidden goblin snipers. Sometime during this exchange, I managed to shake off the swarm and climb out of the pit with the swarming rats in hot pursuit. Teaming up with Gwen we attacked the vermin in a flash of whirling blades, littering the floor with bloody rat corpses. After thinning their numbers sufficiently to break the swarm morale, the remaining rats dispersed, running off into the darkness with squeals of pain and terror. Turning our attentions back on the goblins, our party counter attacked with a barrage of spells, arrows, and a well thrown dagger from me which brought down the last of the snipers.
A Short Break
After the fight we continued our exploration of the ruins. Some of the rooms showed signs of recent goblin occupation but most looked derelict and unused for decades. In one room however, we discovered another gang of the little green bastards performing maintenance on various torture devices. They were accompanied by a brute of a hobgoblin who appeared to be their leader. Unaware of our presence on the other side of the door, we took a couple moments to ready ourselves before kicking in the door.
The Iron Maiden’s Embrace
The little fucks seemed prepared for us, quickly dropping whatever work they were doing and drawing weapons. Well, most of them seemed prepared. One didn’t react in time and was blown to bits after I drove him into a patch of ridiculous exploding mushrooms that the cat girl conjured. I still haven’t really gotten used to the sight, but the other goblins seemed unfazed after watching one of their comrades get chunked by magic. In the brutal melee that followed we cut the rest of the goblins down, their blood added to the already heavily stained torture devices. Only the hobgoblin leader remained standing, but not for long. Using some of my finest techniques, I set him up with a whirl of knife thrusts and deft footwork, knocking him backwards into the open embrace of an iron maiden. Gored by the maiden’s spikes, his screams started to fill the torture room but were quickly cut off when I rushed forwards and slammed the maiden’s door closed on him. Nice.
P.s. Elli is asking me to add something to my journal again. Here is it:
“I saw rats. I wanna eat ‘em. Yum. But they bit me. I think it was the milk I had before. I saw goblins too. Fucking cunts. I shot mushrooms and bees at them until they died. Stupid Assholes. I think one of them got tortured though… little fucker deserved it prolly. It’s also really cold down here, I wish I had warmer clothes. At least the meat we have is fresh… Shitty goblins have mouldy food, bleh. Vahn, stop writing I wanna see if I can find some milk.
- Ellikahn Farsight’s “happy book” entry #3
I’m kinda getting used to this. I still haven’t figured out why she wants it written down though if she can’t read. I’ll have to ask next time…
The Journal of Vahn Galbraith
Day 15 after my escape.