It seems that my (Lutgher) quest has squarely supplanted me within a crazy world.  We have Hobgoblins and Bugbears that are helping to further demonic a half-orc, who by the way is apparently a member of this crazy little adventuring party.  I hate to admit it, but I kinda like the half-orc, ole whats his name.  He has some wit about him and seems to be only one of few in this group that can make a decision (although he can't seem to hit a bugbear).

 

We had just got done with the mummy on the upper level when we heard some fighting rucuss from the basement.  We headed down stairs to find ourselves in the mix of 20 or so hobgoblins and a bugbear.  The bugbear was kind enough to invite us to be completely surrounded.  We obliged, and I obliged because I wanted to kill some hobgoblins.  As I approached the altar I saw a half-org laying there with one eye.  I knew this had to be our long lost half-orc we were searching out.

 

Apparently the half-orc had just undergone some Grummish ritual, and now we all had to fight our way out.  Fine with me.  Standing right next to me was a shiny, at least masterwork and perhaps magical, chain shirt that was being worn by a hobgoblin wielding a shield and longsword.  I swung my plane Jane Urgrosh and took him out in one blow.  I just scored a new chain shirt :).

 

Moments later our half-dragon friend breathed a nasty belch of breath and took out all of the lowly minions.  Then the stupid magic wielders (our opponents) started getting trigger happy and fried me with a fireball.  I was a little wobbly at first, but I found this new belt I had really makes me feel better during the worst of times.  Then the weakling druid went off to see Moradin, and didn't come back.

 

The next minute or so was a blur as we successfully defeated all but the bugbear, who was hard to hit (I suppose I'll give the half-orc some credit for missing).  I hit him several times but appeared to do no damage.  Eventually the half-orc hit the bugbear for some significant damage and the bugbear saidsomething like, "About time", and disappeared.

 

We searched all of the bodies and found lots of cool things, took it all back to town and then traded it all in for gold.  I like gold, although platinum is better.  We also found a druid in the forest and had our druid friend reincarnated...as...a...half-orc of all things.  This is a crazy group.

 

We then went on a side jaunt to Orc Home so the half-orc barbarian could be rubbed in all the right directions, and then went on a futile search for Marta the dwarf (silly name for a dwarf, but I heard of her before).  We ended up in a human city call Mud something, and there we talked to a cleric to find out if Marta was really the person we needed to find.  Apparently we don't have to go search her out, as everything we need should fall right into our laps by week's end.

 

I just hope we get to kill more hobgoblins soon (apparently orcs are my friends temporarily), and I wouldn't mind going up against an Ogre soon just to see how I fare.

 

Oh, one last note, during our travels I started teaching the barbarian half-orc how to use a double weapon.  He took to it nicely, and I must say that I'm almost size envious of the freaking huge double axe he is now wielding.  Nice weapon.

 

Lutgher...out.

 

 

There I (Lutgher) was riding through the forest on my War Pony heading to the nearest town to get more supplies, since I was running low on food.  I passed a raggedy and ill equiped looking bunch of adventurers and hastily kept my pace on the horse path.  Several minutes later I spotted a wolf that I thought would make a good dinner tonight.  I shot by bow at him and found he was a bit more aware of his danger that I had anticipated, and missed him. 

 

He took off running and I chased him down, only to find that he was a pet to the lowly adventurers I had passed earlier.  They looked pathetic, and really didn't seem at all equipped enought to be out here in this dangerous forest.  I struck up a conversation with them, and since I am on a mission to help someone (or a group of someones) out on a quest I joined forces with them.

 

I really wan't paying much attention to their blabbery, but I put together that one of their own had been taken against his will and they were now searching for him.  We ended up at some sort of temple where they immediately left me for dead in the front of the pack in a narrow hallway...oh and a mummy was attacking me.  After the initial shock wore off I realized my plight and started to fight the mummy all by myself.  Thankfully the dimwits behind me knew lots of ways to keep me alive while I took the brunt of the fight.  I eventually worked my way backwards and got the mummy in a bigger room so that more of us could fight it.

 

They seemed reluctant.

 

Eventually the mummy succumed to my devastating attacks.  If I didn't have the need to complete my quest, I probably would have left these dimwits to themselves to find their friend.  They better step up or we are gonna have some words.