El’s journal #004

I figured this town for a quiet little place to spend a vacation and perhaps make some money and some purchases, not for a town overrun with stinky little men. No one said ‘Hey, don’t go to Mulhorand, it’s entirely peopled with kobolds.’ But they should.

Mallard had bought us healing from an actual Elf, but there had been too few hours of rest before the little brats came crashing into our rooms. In the middle of the night. Brandishing nasty looking swords. Screaming like banshees. In spite of the rest and recovery, I might have been murdered had it not been for the guardsmen and some drunk guy I’d seen earlier in the bar downstairs. Perhaps through this I have learned a lesson about imbibing more than I can burn off by will alone.

The kobolds went into the rooms of everyone we had been with last night, everyone who’d stayed at this Inn. They slaughtered the innkeeper on their way upstairs. (A pity, though it’s convenient to run your own tab.) They attacked the drunk guy. They went after the elf that had healed us all, the bard who’d been singing. They even attacked one of the shiny religious knights, the type that wears his hardened bits on the outside. They didn’t go anywhere else in town, as far as we can tell tonight. Just us, just this place. And everyone in it. Not very bright, but focused. There is some purpose here.

But tonight we weren’t going to really figure any of that. I spent some time talking to the one kobold we kept, and then to the elf, Lee, and to the paladin guard who stayed to watch over the inn. The kobolds are in league with some greater power, some Dark Mother. It is interesting, we seem to have stumbled on some insect-like evolution. The ants growing more beetle-like. It is fascinating.

The bard played to calm us all, and I cooked a bit, and it felt comfortable to be among these folk, even if we had just been attacked while we slept. They seemed more like companions. After all, in this evening I had seen everyone in their nightclothes, bearing weapons… and some of us wore only birthday suits to slumber in! Once the fright had faded, we did have a right giggle over that image — a naked Dyson, with only pillow dignity! ; )

We report to the Guard station tomorrow morning, to file final statements about tonight’s excitement. Perhaps we will find out more about what’s going on around here.

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