David's Darkmoon Deeds

Undead Kobolds are almost more annoying that live ones.

Payday's last Payday.

Hey Dad,

Well It’s been an intense week. It all started with a normal day up in Falcon’s Hollow. I was busy getting my smithy setup at the church when we were summoned to meet Creed, by his overgrown lackey Payday. FYI this guy seriously gave off a douchey vibe. Well Creed apparently needed some help with his new chop yard. A bunch of his employees had been killed recently. We agreed to help for a nice chunk of change thanks to Illy and Ellen’s haggling skills. The downside to this agreement was we had to take Payday and some other cronies with us. Hated that part of the agreement by the way.

The trek up to the new chop yard was uneventful but we had to leave the horses one yard back because of the rough terrain. We had arrived at the yard for not 5 minutes when we managed to spring some nasty swinging log trap. The darn thing knocked us all off our feet as a swarm of dead Kobolds got up and shambled their way to us. To add to the zombie mess Payday and his pansies were cowardly staying back and out of the fight. The whole damn time! I cut a couple of the zombies down and spotted who had to be their leader in a nearby guard tower barking orders. I quickly made my way over to him and inadvertently set off a huge pile of logs that proceeded to crash into the middle of the camp. Luckily the poor lumberjack that was being strung up by the Kobold was thrown clear of the logs while the fighting was going on. Quickly dashing around the little lizards to keep them off balance. I was able to dispatch them once and for all. Including the CHEATING invisible one. Jerk face undead kobold totally didn’t expect me to throw ghost powder on him. Ha!

We proceeded to find way too many bugs in the rest of the yards buildings and some more dead kobolds. Fire works well on all of those. The last building was well locked and as I was around the side looking for another way in the whole damn wall managed to fall on me. Illy says it was something inside that said it off cuz for once I didn’t touch a thing!

We were about done finishing off the rest of the kobolds including a caster one that was getting annoying when a couple giant beetles sprung outta the ground and tried to make a meal out of Red. Well Illy and I were having none of that so we chopped our way through the bug to rescue her. We rested for the night (to Payday’s useless whining about it) and followed the tracks the zombie kobolds left in the morning. With Red taking the injured lumberjack back to the nearest camp and promising to catch up quickly.

Oh by the way. I’m getting pretty good and the whole tracking thing and our new buddy Vas gave me a few pointers as well, and yes you were right the best way to learn a new language is to immerse yourself in it. I figured out Elven thanks to Ellen and Illyria always talking it around me.

The Tracks led us to a creepy ancient ruin with some mumbo jumbo writing all over the place. After letting Ellen study for a few minutes we headed down. Something weird happened on the stairs down when most of us got a chill that wouldn’t go away. Ghost fighting ensued so I didn’t give it a second thought.

At the bottom of the ruins we found the cause of the zombie kobolds. Some bozo brought the Kobold King back from the dead as a zombie. He didn’t like us having his axe and crown, and woke up a bunch of other zombies to help him fight us. Ellen being the super wall that she is held off the new backup while the rest of us put the king back into the afterlife. Tried to use magic on me again and was kind of shocked when it didn’t work. Ha! Sucker! Once the king was gone we mopped up the rest of the zombies and some random spectre things that were hanging out in the ruins, and managed to rescue a couple of lumberjacks that were kidnapped. Yay for us. They weren’t looking good though and we were in no real condition to keep going so we tried to make camp for the evening.
In the early morning the lumberjacks freaked out, spouting something about a curse, puking their teeth out and running off into the woods. Only then did I realize I really wasn’t feeling great either and apparently Illyria and Vas weren’t either. So we decided we didn’t really wanna puke out our teeth so we left.

Guess what happened then. The big fat jerk face Payday decides to try and kill us by hiding poorly on the surface of the ruins. Well I’d never tried Man-feller before so here was a good chance. Payday is pretty quick for a big guy but didn’t expect my ace axe. He fell like the evil prick he was and then things got dark. Someone hit me in the back of the head. Ouch.

I woke up to Red’s hand on my forehead. Glad she made it back so quick. The rest of the team was not too worse for wear. But only then did Ellen confide in us that we are probably cursed and should seek out medical attention immediately. Didn’t have to tell me twice. We left quickly with a prisoner too boot. And after a quick argument with Ellen, left Payday and his cronies to rot in the woods. Serves him right I say. The trip was very long this time with us feeling crappier and crappier as we travelled.

We made it back to the camp with the horses and made a much faster trip back to the church.

Aunt Cirthana was not very happy when she saw the state of us. We didn’t look good at all and she wasn’t sure she could cure us. She urged us to rest and to head to Oldfen to as for help from the Church there. I slept through the night except for when the prisoner ran off into the night. Didn’t actually know why we were keeping him. Oh well. We left at the crack of dawn for Oldfen and to spare the gory details yes puking up your teeth without having any teeth really sucks.

The churches of Iomedae and Serenrae were really very nice and quickly helped relieve us of our ailments. I gave a nice donation as a thank you. The ladies of light are really nice and helpful by the way.

When I woke the next morning I came over here to say hi.

Oh awesome news, Stony agreed to let me help her in the forge for a couple days as are staying in Oldfen to the end of the week. Maybe one day I’ll be half as good at making things as you always said she does. But I need to get going or I’m going to be late.

Later Dad.


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