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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wulf Ratbane" data-source="post: 68930" data-attributes="member: 94">JAAG's TWELFTH SESSION JOURNAL...And so, as our group waited for the water to drain through the floor, our bodies compressed in the confines of the small room, the dragon's watery abode behind us through one door, and who-knows-what-but-at-least-its-dry through the door ahead, I turned the heavy handle of the door and prepared to enter deeper into the enemies lair.The ensuing battle was quick and messy. I quickly began to close ranks against what appeared to be the leader of this band of dragon minions--A hippo headed pirate captain stood partly behind a door, armed with muskets and a belly laugh that made the room rattle. I made it halfway to him before I became acquainted with the taste of black powder. Undaunted, I continued my advance through the cloud of smoke. This time I took the brunt of two musket shots, causing me to miss my axe swing and making me want to rub my eyes and put out the smoldering flames from my beard. It was then that the fat bastard hit me across the jaw with the butt of his rifle. I can still hear him laughing. Broken, I knew better than to stand toe-to-toe with him any longer, my jaw was barely holding on, and my armor was too little protection to guard what little life I had left--it was time to RUN! I quickly took cover behind the door we had entered--and still I could hear him laughing. The rest of the battle...well, you'll have to ask somebody else about that.Needless to say, I made it out alive. My jaw is healing, and my beard is trimmed a little closer. As big as he was, he won't be laughing any more now that he's dead. I have the others to thank for my life. Thankfully, I haven't heard them making fun of my newly trimmed beard, and I never will if they know what's best for them.</blockquote>

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