The party moved away from the small hoard of goblins and hightailed it over the hill but as they came down the other side of the hill the hoard came chasing after the party.
Seeing the them coming over the hill and some smoke in the distance we headed in that direction. A river rose up in the front of us our chicken flew our bard over the river. Leaving me to swim for it.
We made it to the other side with the lead goblin waving his one gold coin. We made our way through the forest. Before us was a wood stockade. We announced our presence and were let in.
Here we were introduced to a horny paladin commander. Thinking my halfling butt was a boy butt he tried to take me back to his tent. Not wanting any part of that our bard “convenced” him in letting us go. Using sweet words of suggestion she convinced him we need to go forward not back the way we come. By the way I palmed a couple silver from the guy while he was palming me.
We set out into the jungle to a nearby town. We think there is a clue to finding a cure to the death curse. When we get there it is an abandoned rune of a town with one lone hut.
We approach the hut and an old crone is out front. Well we approach her asking for information. Negotiations break down quickly. Tired of her suggestions and dismissing me as a child (I think the gm is intimidated by my awesomeness) I walk up to her and blow her brains out. The rest of the party is not pleased.
Still needing info from her our bard convinces her corps to tell us what we need (taking to the dead go figure). She tells us what little she knows. Before our bard can release her she calls up a flesh golem. This golem is after me. Grabbing my trusty black powder revolver I put three shots into it. Our chicken guy does some awsome moves between us we do significant damage.
The flesh goblin brops dead. Breathing heavy we look at each other and wonder what is next.
To be continued….
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