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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tickleberry" data-source="post: 242620" data-attributes="member: 1565">The Nerve!   The nerve! The cheek! The gall! If I weren't so outraged, I might be speechless!  Okay, Okay, so I need to slow down and actually tell you what happened. I'll try, but I make no promises. Here goes:We mosied back up to that hill where we found the entry points before, and we found two (well, the bard and I did). One on the north side, and one on the south. Our fearless female dwarven fighter found singing in one, and stuck her face in for a look. She got tagged by an arrow. She was not very happy, at all. The bard chucked a flare spell down the hole, I chucked a flame arrow, and for good measure, Billen chucked some extra oil down the pipe. It hit, toasty kobold.Now, being the sneaky scout type I am, they wanted me to investigate. There was only one problem with their plan: it was way too dark for my halfling eyes. I have no darkvision, and you can't very well sneak with a torch, now can you? I came back up, and calmly explained this to them. (Okay, so I ranted like a harpy, happy?)The intrepid young dwarven paladin then volunteered, until he came to a shut door. He didn't like the idea of traps, and Glim was fresh out of trap detection spells (he didn't pray for any that day). My idea was for the dwarf to cover me, and I detect, since that is in my job description. Then Billen got crafty: nobody was going down.His first idea was to plow the whole mess under, kinda like a farmer does rabbit warrens come planting time. We couldn't, because there were too many trees and roots. Then came the next idea: plug them with trees. Heh, heh, heh.We collapsed both tunnels, hunted for any others we might have missed, and then plugged them up with the available trees. Heh, heh, heh.We set up camp, and set watches. Somehow, and I am still trying to figure this one out, I am always paired with the burliest party member available. I pulled watch with the paladin.Now here comes the part that reallly kicks my gears: That blasted little ghost shows back up. First, the paladin has to have a good laugh, I get accused of playing with his affections, and then the WORST.I've had enough, so I wake the cleric to send the little spirit back on his way. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH the outrage. He decides to be a commedian and MARRY ME To that little ghost. Sheesh. The paladin is laughing his head off, and Glim ( the gnome cleric ) is having a ball. How, may you ask, can I be married without consent?Well, when Glim got to that part, he says "Do you Tickleberry? Yeah, of course you do" fast as you please before I could deck him for his impertinence. Then, THEN, he pushes me into the little ghost so he can KISS ME! AARAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!The only good thing that came out of this is the little ghost disappeared. Hopefully for good. He left a ring; I gave it to the gnome. Turns out it was a ring of protection (+1 in game terms)I had a nice, looong talk about his behavior. It seemed he was ready to sacrifice ME to the ghost for his own convenience. I simply told him I would remember, and respond in kind. Then a party really started: Forty kobolds decended on us next watch. Luckily, this time I was in my hammock, up a tree. I picked off what kobolds I could with my bow.Billen and the dwarves were hacking them left and right (so was Larry) and the Kobolds were using Glim as a pell. Oh, they didn't hurt him, but his helmet rang for the rest of the next day (heh, heh, heh, heh).Once we killed them, we beheaded them, and stuffed the bodies into what was left of the holes. Time to collect bounty on them. Celwyn (the bard) wanted to get some alchemist's fire. We used the bounty money to get some. I stayed behind to make fire arrows, and to take care of a little lesson in concern. (Okay, it was cheap shots at the paladin and cleric: I rubbed poison ivy all over their bed rolls and underwear.  Make fun of me? Marry me to a ghost? Well, maybe this will help them remember manners.)But I had plenty of fire arrows ready, too, in case of suspicion.Our next concern was to follow the kobolds' tracks back to where ever they came from. Here is where I got a laugh on the rest of the party. Y'see, I always believed the old man's story about where the first insurgence came from: that motionless cloud. Billen wanted to know when the old man started dipping into the bottle. He thought the old man's story might have been mostly induced by drink. I maintained no story could be that farfetched, and the cloud too coincidental and weird NOT to be the answer.Well, my point got proved the hard way.We got to the landing point, and was ambushed. We got whacked hard. A fireball caught the dwarf girl and Celwyn, a backstabber jumped the paladin, and two snipers started taking potshots at the rest of us.Well, then kobolds started dropping, about forty of them, and we had about a half minute before they'd land right on top of us.Heh, heh, heh, they were going to land in a flaming nightmare, I was going to make sure of it. The landing sight was a field of flattened corn, nicely dried out. I poured some of my lantern oil on it, and set it ablaze with my tinderbox. Billen or Celwyn caught on, and did the same. Then we concentrated firepower on the mage, hovering in the air. We got her, but the snipers got the dwarf girl.We'll be taking her back to Hartford to be seen about. I am not losing another party member if I can help it. I won't. I still miss Ember. </blockquote>

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