They got as far as glueing two guards in place before the locals - at least I thought they were locals - took them out. I guess their wee leetle brains didn't think too far ahead with that plan. Seriously, what did they hope to accomplish? My nephew could outmatch one, and he's still in diapers.

Ned, one of the older farmers, was forced into driving them to town on his wagon. (They should waited until they were further into the keep before poppin out. Ah well, free meat for me.)

When it was over the guards showed up. heh. Isn't that always the way? Ned started in on how the Kobolds stole his family. Never were fond of those shifty little bastards... The Capin was all up in arms about the attack - said they couldn't leave the town undefended (a frikkin maid with a crossbow woulda solved the issue, but 'taint my business)

That left an opportunity for other folks to go investigate. I know why I was goin - tastey treats from the farm - but the rest that went was another story. There was this Elf - an eladrin fella, and a dragonborn, a Teifling, and a human barbaian to boot, who all wanted more taste of Kobold blood. Guess some of them are looking for work, and wanted to impress the capin.

The capin even promised pay, tho - get this - no one bargained over the price. No one even asked! Hehe. I told Ned what I wanted so there you go, Done deal. Sure, he probalby can't pay all the chickens now - but no problem. I knows of a little thing called Interest. I'll be in the back-pay chickens and eggs for months.

So, just like that, we hopped on the cart, and away we go to the farm. We figured that these bastards mighta taken up residence in the old quarry near by, and we were right. But the #$@%@# set up a rock slide on the entrance. Damn I'm glad Da wasn't there to see me get caught up in that mess. Shoulda seen it.

Anyhoo, we fought the little buggers, who were a lot tougher than they shoulda been. They had some Shamen or something backin them up. Dek was it? They talk so damn sqeeky it was hard to make out his name. Near busted a gut laughing when he called hissef "the mighty". He was mighty tenderized when we killed him, is what he was.

The gang wasn't half bad I hasta say. We managed to get each other out of a few pickles. That rock slide had me good and trapped with them damn drake-dogs, and a little bit o help was much appreciated.