da gloopy RPG diary

 The door slams open. A dwarf bursts in. Short. Ragged. He looks frightened, checks over his shoulder. "Help me!" he cries. "They're after me!" It's another prisoner, escaped from the kobolds. He speaks frantically of a kitchen, a horrid stew made of dwarven limbs. Now a conundrum: to go back and clear them out, or push forward to cut the head off the snake. Well, snakes have proven to be quite dangerous. Hopefully this one doesn't have two heads. Onwards into a room of floating isles, each with size enough for one. Each bearing a blue stone like the dragons. Keeps them aloft. Crossing them wasn't too difficult, Ranak manages it with ease. Until a kobold crosses his path on the final leap. But it wasn't expecting them. A quick stab in the gullet sends it into the abyss below. A splash betrays the presence of water at the bottom. More attacked from behind, slinging stones to knock the islands out of the air. Two fall, two flee. One of the ones tha...

The tinking tapping of their pickaxes is all the dwarves have known for a year. Ever since they were captured by Kobolds. Fed slop from the ceiling, they waste away their days gathering gold from under the hill. A presence from behind. The dwarves cower in fear. "We'll have more gold next time!" But it is not their cruel masters they see. It's a human, Theron, bearing a shield and a sword. Behind him, a dwarf, Warthog, enters holding a flaming bottle of ale. These newcomers bring liberation and fresh drink. Brothers of the mountain reunited. The old armory equips the new companions. They stay to avenge their own captures. To destroy the evil presence in the hill. Uniting with their tracker Rosie, the band of now 6 + the hound consider their next moves. Entering the final passage on this level of the cave, the band descends into a dark corridoor. Halfway down the hound stops moving. Senses something ahead. The band moves on, puzzled at the dogs fear. But the source of ...