Don’t be fooled because you put it in your coin pouch.

It is mine.

It does not matter if you hid it in a secret pocket.

It is mine.

If you hid it under your floorboards.

It is mine.

In a locked chest.

It is mine.

In a trapped box behind a painting.

It is mine.

With the best guards money can buy.

It is mine.

You swallowed it to sneak it into town.

It is mine.

Oh, mess with my friends. Revenge?

It is mine.

Character sheet: Gib [Goblin Rogue]

It was late and I had met with up Jin to empty a few tankards at our local tavern. We were trading a few bad lies back and forth and enjoying the evening. Jin, a shapechanger, is one of my favorite story tellers. He actually changes his face and appearance to each person in his story. It makes the most boring story fun to hear.

After a few hours we were going to another bar when we where joined by Jak and a friend of hers named K’ehleyr. Jak or Captain Jak as she prefers, is some sort of pilot or what not for them flying ships. You won’t catch me on one of those though, I don’t care what people say about how safe they are. If goblins were meant to fly, they would have been born with wings.

K’ehleyr seems a decent sort. She appears to be a fighter, yet she keeps telling me about what things are proper for what. Ahh, humans always make me laugh.

Other than that it was a normal day. Well, one of those days when you don’t have time to finish looting a body before the Watch shows up. But other than that, boring. The day ended when Jak and her friend K’ehleyr went back to Jak’s house to sleep. Jin and I went to his house to sleep. Now don’t be crazy, we stopped off for a few more ales on the way.

The next day we all met up and had some breakfast. Jak made me give some crazy old lady the book that I found. It was mine. The dead guy wasn’t going to use it anymore. She gets so picky when some ‘upperclass’ people die.

We went for a bit of a stroll and got a chance for a little exercise. Have to go see crazy lady again though. K’ehleyr seems alright, I think she will be ok. Jin, he is unconscious again. And dirty, he is going to whine about that.

We carried our soiled shape changer to the market area to get a couple of flasks of what I call ‘feel good’. When we discovered that we had to pay his share for his pouch strings had been cut. I was nice enough not to laugh in his face, much.

Then we went for another stroll, to the hole. There we descended to a big room. Now here is where it got good. I don’t know if you remember having any red and green grubs as a child, but wow, I found hundreds of them. Jak and the others won’t eat them, snobs.

Found some bugs that wanted to eat me, never good. Rats are big down here too.

Oh, we found the object thing for the crazy old lady. I wonder what good this thing is for. It seems to have been used to make those Warforged monsters. I hate those things. Found some gold, always good.

Someone is shooting at us, claiming to be a follower of the Lord of Blades, the Warforged b*%#@$d.

The Warforged stood between us and the surface; we stood between him and death.

Later once we were again under the light of day, Jin and I set out to find someone who wants to acquire some adamantine plating. Note to self, I am going to have to teach Jin how to ‘pull back’ just a little.

Have some gold coming, always a good thing. Strange though, I earned a good night’s sleep yet I was haunted by dreams of an ancient tale my grandmother told me of a man who was dressed in red from head to toe, a man who slaughtered hundreds of my kind. This was many, many years ago and he can’t still be alive. Yet I feel his eyes. Some ale will help in the morning.

Some time past from our last work for the crazy old lady, but once again she called us for a mission. Never got ambushed before getting a job before, that was interesting.

More Warforged scum and some Kobolds, forced us to flee the meeting. Got the job though. Have to go on a ship, not happy about that.

On the bright side, my guild saw this trip coming and now I have some extra fun ahead. Sojin, my mentor, has a bit of revenge that is long overdue. Some people just don’t understand that if you have a problem with a member of the Goblin’s Tower, every member of the Goblin’s Tower has a problem with you.

Oh, dream won’t go away. Seer says it is a warning, if you believe in that sort of thing.

I am waking up, in much pain. I find my head still spinning from whatever knocked me unconscious. My limbs are sore and seem bound.

I begin to look around and notice that I am not alone, there is an equally battered form next to me that looks familiar, K’ehleyr is tied and looking mighty pissed off. I look around more but fail to see anymore of my party. Although, there does seem to be a few guards from the camp I attacked.

Now it is coming back, I was looking for Jin. He was guarded by what was described to me as the ones who kicked my three companions’ butts. I decided rather than attack them, I might look for our goal, and hope the two dead dwarves wander off.

I found a building, with a cemetery. It had more dead dwarves digging up bodies; thinking this too was not the place to fight them, I decided to sneak into the nearby building.

As I came around the corner, I was greeted with a tall pointy-toothed visage of death. Quickly I realized I should run; as I did the vampire cast a large bank of clouds to surround the area, and called his minions to help.

Re-evaluating the situation I had to take a chance that this group was not with the other, so I tried to bring them together in a clash. I managed to escape the fog and head towards the other group. I even got the camp riled up enough to give chase. So I did my best to bring them towards the vampire and zombies, it all seemed to work until they did not fight each other.

Then I felt a great pain in my back and saw an arrow protruding from my shoulder. Then things got dark, my guess is it was the pain and blood loss.

Back to now, I am tied and bruised and my wound has not been treated. One of my companions is tied up next to me, another probably dead, and the third ran if she got smart. Ha, I got them right were I want them, they think they have the upper hand.

Battered and bruised, my comrades all dead, my gear gone, and I haven’t stopped running for two days. I feel my mind racing for a way out of this tunnel, but it just keeps looping back in on itself.

I tried to hide a couple of times, but bunny would not have it. Endless in its single minded rage. When it first fell upon us it was like Death’s veil was thrown over us. It came from nowhere, and everywhere. I think I was hit first, the thing just came from no where and crushed me into the wall. With my left arm and most of my ribs instantly broken and the air driven from my lungs to the point that I nearly passed out all I could do was collapse and watch the horror as the beast tore into my friends.

They battled well, but where no match for its size and speed. K’ehleyr was last to fall, in a valiant last ditch effort to save Jak. The beast either thought me dead or forgot about me as it continued its rage against the now dead corpses of my friends. Seeing my only chance to live I began to creep away as quiet as I could. I almost got 20 feet away or so when it turned and stared right through me with the lifeless eyes.

That is when the running began. I don’t really know how I have stayed ahead of it so far, but every time I try to stop for a breath or to try to bandage my side which I discovered was bleeding profusely from one of my ribs exodus from my insides....

It is now that I find myself dizzy and in a haze. I find myself coming awake inside the land cart that I have come to hate so. My friends were there, I had apparently been knocked out again, this is getting real old... real quick.

Pushing my recurring nightmare away from my thoughts and listened to the story of my friends. Seems they have found a great talking dog, who requested our help. Anything is better than listening to “Are you ready to go,” so I went along. Feeling a little bit stiff and sore, I thought I would get things moving by retrieving my tools from Jin. Half way though the attempt Jin looked at me and stated that the tools are his, whatever that means.

So as we walked and went to meet this big puppy, I stretched my fingers and remembered my training. Eventually we were going to meet some stone dog, and I decided once again to get my tools. With the familiar feelings of leather and balance I retrieved my tools.

Then the big stone dog came. As the others fought, I slipped by the battle, with no small injury to my shoulder, and began releasing the caged puppies. Finally the battle ended and the big puppy gave us some stuff. Oh, I found some things too. Time to get some rest. I pick the nicest bunk and curl up against the wall. Finally some sleep that was not forced upon me. It is so relaxing … until it returned to chase me again.

Found a cool water trap. Umm.... Oh a cool crystaline box. Umm... that’s about it. Was a rather boring couple of days since the puppies’ fight. I do want to go and fight the fire thing still, the others are not so up for the idea. I will have some cool keys when we are done though. Did I mention, they are mine.

I wonder how much I can get for a land cart?