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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 1303015" data-attributes="member: 16069">THE WEDNESDAY KNIGHTSSESSION I- Part 4.Sunday 2nd Jankers 2000Year of the DarkTree PainFive to ten minutes later in hushed silence the group trail through the woods in search of the Bandits, following Bob.Bob: “What are we looking for again?”Endrin: “Kobolds.”Bob: “Ohh.”Endrin: “Why?”Bob: “Mmmuh?”Endrin: “I said why?”Bob: “Mmmuh ohh it’s just that I haven’t seen any tracks for anything for ages- I’d forgotten what we were looking for… have you seen any?”Liandri: “Oh… You… ”The group retrace their steps back to the road and then head in the opposite direction into the woods, soon after they pick up a trail- Kobolds. About 30 minutes later, deep into the woods, the group have espied and silently moved in to have a look at a large Oak tree that has been hollowed out at the base to create a den of sorts. The party creeps back a distance to form a working party.They each have a plan- this will prove to be a mistake later.The attack commences- Bob creeps up a bit and then rushes in screaming, right in front of Liandri, who lets an arrow fly- it jams into Bob’s back, stuck in his armour, but deals no damage. Endrin rushes into the bole of the tree, forgets to duck and discovers that the den has only four-foot headroom he whacks his head almost knocking himself out and scattering his sword. Felix has better luck the Kobolds attempt to flee from around the other side of the tree, Felix is waiting- he swiftly cuts two down. Bob and Endrin also get good hits in while Liandri picks off those that are attempting to flee into the woods.There are nine Kobolds when the group arrive, soon after there are six dead bodies and three more fleeing through the woods. Bob is in hot pursuit, actually he’s only just in the same post code (zip code) as them but let’s leave him for the moment- he’s happy.A thorough search of the den locates a few pennies, a collection of sheep’s teeth and a sack of Farmer Brown’s patent potato waffles. High fives all round, the group hoist there ill-gotten gains and trudge back to Amberdale, alternatively back-slapping each other and ribbing Liandri for his pant filling problem.In Amberdale they retire to the Birchwhistle Inn for Latte’s and Ginger Snaps- safe in the knowledge that everywhere (Amberdale and surrounding commuter farms) potatoes will sleep safe in their beds in the knowledge that the Kobold Potato Bandits are no more. However new dangers lurk at every corner for healthy fresh new potatoes- the spuds keep their eyes peeled.The Kobold captive has been sent to the Amberdale gaol (actually cell- singular) for a debriefing, sorry beating.The group spends their three Dollars/Pounds each on fine wines (actually fizzy lager) and suckling pig (cheesy wotsits). Before each charms a lusty, busty courtesan and takes them aloft for a-pleasuring (your Nan).The first day of adventuring comes to an end, the Wednesday Knights, or at least four of the six, are put back in their boxes to dream of riches beyond their wildest... well dreams. For Liandri it's waterproof trousers with a safety mechanism for quick egress, for Endrin it's maidens that need rescuing (from their virginity), for Bob a nightmare of hard sums, joined up writing and learning how to track, Felix dreams are of glistening solid gold bars… fried potatoes- Dwarven chips.Coming soon… Ratatouille.</blockquote>

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