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I love the trips to Duran. I was in the market having a hard time deciding what to experiment with for dinner, when these Kobold showed up at the front gate, and answered the question for me. [SPOILER]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.[/SPOILER] So later, when we are done with this place, I'm thinking stew for sure. I'll get some vegitales from old Ned and cook it up nice. I would have considered steaks, but the meat seems pretty tough. I think nice slow cook would be better. Maybe pulled sandwiches? I'd have to go back in town for some bread... Hmmm... Who knows - maybe this bunch I seem t'be workin with here might like to siddown to a meal and tell their tales. (and maybe I forget to mention my special ingredient before they start going on about how good it is... *wink*)

I love the trips to <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=3#definition3" title="Founded Duran Keep in NY 856." class="reference" >Duran</a>. I was in the market having a hard time deciding what to experiment with for dinner, when these Kobold showed up at the front gate, and answered the question for me. [SPOILER]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. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=16#definition16" title="A farmer whose farm lies half a day's walk from Duran Keep's walls." class="reference" >Ned</a>, one of the older farmers, was forced into driving them to town on his wagon. (They should waited until they were further into <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=1#definition1" title="Where Lord William Duran, the great-great-grandson of Duran the Bold rules from." class="reference" >the keep</a> before poppin out. Ah well, free meat for me.) When it was over the guards showed up. heh. Isn't that always the way? <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=16#definition16" title="A farmer whose farm lies half a day's walk from Duran Keep's walls." class="reference" >Ned</a> 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 <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=16#definition16" title="A farmer whose farm lies half a day's walk from Duran Keep's walls." class="reference" >Ned</a> 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 <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=44#definition44" title="Granite quarry used by Duran Keep until fifteen years ago when it became too dangerous." class="reference" >old quarry</a> 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. <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=45#definition45" title="Leader of the Old Quarry kobolds (deceased)." class="reference" >Dek</a> 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.[/SPOILER] So later, when we are done with this place, I'm thinking stew for sure. I'll get some vegitales from old <a href="/campaigns/definitions/4?def_id=16#definition16" title="A farmer whose farm lies half a day's walk from Duran Keep's walls." class="reference" >Ned</a> and cook it up nice. I would have considered steaks, but the meat seems pretty tough. I think nice slow cook would be better. Maybe pulled sandwiches? I'd have to go back in town for some bread... Hmmm... Who knows - maybe this bunch I seem t'be workin with here might like to siddown to a meal and tell their tales. (and maybe I forget to mention my special ingredient before they start going on about how good it is... *wink*)

I love the trips to Duran. I was in the market having a hard time deciding what to experiment with for dinner, when these Kobold showed up at the front gate, and answered the question for me. [SPOILER]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.[/SPOILER] So later, when we are done with this place, I'm thinking stew for sure. I'll get some vegitales from old Ned and cook it up nice. I would have considered steaks, but the meat seems pretty tough. I think nice slow cook would be better. Maybe pulled sandwiches? I'd have to go back in town for some bread... Hmmm... Who knows - maybe this bunch I seem t'be workin with here might like to siddown to a meal and tell their tales. (and maybe I forget to mention my special ingredient before they start going on about how good it is... *wink*)

2008-09-01T09:42:04-07:00

41 255 I'm having Kobold stew tonight...

2008-11-30T08:25:25-08:00