The “trap” was a head statue of a goblin that could move. I pushed it out of the way and found a guy hiding in there. We kill that lying goblin-lover, I don’t remember why. I also slaughtered four hobgoblins that thought they were better than me. I felt my bood boil, then I swung my sword in an arc and left them in pieces. An ogre showed up, but that damn wolfrider stole my kill. I could have slew that beast all on my own.

Later on we found a goblin who thought he was a king or something. He had a large group of goblins and hobgoblins and they all rushed us. While the elf and the gnome shot the goblin “king” and I was busy killing goblins, the halfling fell into a hole. Nice fighting position down there.

The goblin leader died, and his troops ran away like cowards.

Kill count: 5 hobgoblins.

I hooked up with the crew from the ruins. The wolfrider halfing, Elian. The pretty elf girl with the fancy clothes, Ama. The gnome girl… I forget her name. And the bald robed guy Cadfell, I think. Instead of helping me fight those goblins and undead, they were reading scrolls they found laying around. Well, the elf girl helped me. But not the others. Not like I need them to help anyway.

I went with them to the Golden Gargoyle, an inn in the next town. I just got my drink when some more goblins showed up and started roughing some guy up. We all got and and started fighting, except for Cadfell. He’s yelling about “parlay” or whatever. Less talking, more stabbing please.

While I’m wiping goblin blood off of my greatsword, they find a tunnel under the inn. We go down there and find some man-made (more like goblin-made) tunnels where more of them smelly green skinned things are. I was getting real tired or something because I couldn’t hit this one hobgoblin. He was probably a warlock or something and hit me with his bad juju. Yeah, that’s probably what happened.

Anyway we were arguing over a hallway. I wanted to go down a hallway, but they said it was a trap. It didn’t look like one, so I wanted to go down there. Instead, we fought about what to do.

Kill count: 2 goblins.

My name is Soren. I’m a man of few words, but it looks like me and my teammates are going to do some big things in the world. I thought I’d tell the story while I still can, so the bards can sing of my adventures for years.

While travelling with a caravan to the next town, I smelled a storm coming. The sky ripped open with rain, and I ran for some ruins. Some others were already there. Some people and some goblins. We shared a small room for a little while, but then a horde of rats came out of nowhere and swarmed us. I started swinging at them when those dirty goblins pounced on us. The bald guy in robes yelled “Stormpeace!” I don’t know why he thought this stupid truce, one caravan-goers believe will protect them from enemies during storms, would actually work.

While he was busy screaming, I was cutting rats and smelly goblins in half. When I was done, the halfling (who was riding a wolf bareback) says that we should go deeper into the ruins. I really don’t know why I agreed to that, but there I was, fighting more goblins, hobgoblins, and a zombie. At least I got a little money out of it.

Kill count: 1 rat, 3 goblins, 1 hobgoblin, 1 zombie bugbear.