A gnome, a deva, a tiefling and myself. What ever would me old Pappy say if he saw me now, with such strange friend. He'd say I'd lost me 'ed.
Well, first off, we decided to question that strange elf woman in the pub, I forget her name. It was some fancy elf name. Argh, I dislike elves. Anyway, she likes her drink it would seem, but not to drink, no, to stare at for hours on end. Like I said, elves! Can't stand the sight of them. Anyway, we managed to get her knickers in a knot about something and she stormed off. I think someone said something about her being a ranger, and not actually "ranging". Har har har! It warms my heart.
Next we went off to investigate the waterfall, and lo and behold, the place was swarming with kobolds. My maul played a merry number on their skulls, I'll tell you, but it was a hard fight, and I was glad for all the help, even if others would resort to magic over more honorable fighting techniques.
Under the waterfall we found a cave, with more of the scaly little snappers. Now that was a hard fight, like I haven't had for many a year. The interesting thing was that they wore the emblem of Shar, a black disk surrounded with purple. It is a bad omen.
The deviling and I knew something was up with the odd shop keeper, har, and we were right. Took some force to get him to show his dark side, but I sure knocked some sense into him. We had left the gnome and deva behind and were investigating, following a number of leads we now have. Turns out the shop keep was also a follower of Shar, even having a temple hidden below his house. Well, we sorted him out, and his cronies, with some help from the watch.
I smashed their altar to their witch goddess, Moradin will be pleased, and Pappy would be proud.
Folgrim Oreborne II
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