Part 1.
One by one, the party trickled into a large central chamber close to where the fighting broke out. There, they found the wizard yogsloth, sitting on his haunches humming a happy little tune to himself, surrounded by a legion of dead goblins.
“So little fellow, what do you think?” he asked the struggling young goblin he held in his hands. “Shall your soul go into the crystal too? Hmmm?” He gave the wretched creature a shake. The terrified goblin could only squeak and shriek in terror. “No, no. I don’t think we’ll sully the waters in the crystal with a soul as feeble and filthy as yours.”
Growing tired of the sport, the wizard stood, and with a firm wrench, twisted the creature’s head from its shoulders with a sickening pop. He chucked both parts over his shoulder and gave his hands a light dusting.
“Aha, I see you have all returned. Did you have as much fun as I?” he asked the staggering adventurers. “What a grand adventure, hey? Ha! I bagged thirty-one, myself. How about you, JMich, how many did you take?”
Astonished at the question, JMich considered thoughtfully for a moment. “Actually,” he replied, “I did keep count. But it would be rude to brag. Oh, OK, thirty-six.”
“HA! Thirty-seven!” called out Bookwyrm, unafraid to boast.
“Hmmm, only thirty-five,” added HijacK.
“Thirty-three,” grumbled bler144.
Lifthrasil nodded. “Thirty-nine.”
“You guys are liars, I only bagged twenty-eight,” added QuadrAlien. “Lie. Eye. Eyers.”
CSPVG shrugged. “Were there goblins? I hardly noticed.” He broke out into a grin. “Thirty-two.”
“I killed forty-two!” blurted Leonard03. Everyone turned to stare.
“That’s very, very good,” commented yogsloth. “How about you, Dodo, what was your tally?”
“Who the hell is Dodo?” asked dedoporno with disbelief. “And I had thirty-eight, thanks for asking, jerks.”
“You know, Dodo. The hobbit. Charming fellow,” replied yogsloth. Seeing the confusion on their faces, he clarified. “The other hobbit, simpletons!” He continued to receive blank stares. “The one with the avatar, Helllllloooo?”
They found him, slumped in a corridor, nearly a dozen wounds in his belly, surrounded by a pile of dead goblins. Someone whistled, impressed at the carnage.
“Oh, poor poor Dodo, who only wanted to live a simple life and fix mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches,” lamented yogsloth, kneeling next to the fallen adventurer. “You didn’t ask for this, did you? And yet here your poor bones will forever lie.” The wizard was silent a moment, and then took out the crystal. Even the hardiest among the adventurers averted their eyes and cringed at the resulting, inevitable, ego-smashing wail of horror and loss.
The crystal nearly cackled:
flubbucket is dead, he was: Dodo Goodgrow, Hobbit Thief (TOWN ROLEBLOCKER) STR 2 / AGI 9 / CHR 6 / INT 6
Post edited August 17, 2015 by yogsloth