_{by jaymamma.}

Zombies, dam zombies. There had to be an easier way to deal with them. When we got out of this god forsaken place, I would look more into necromantic arts. The amount of violence we inflicted on the damnable things likely would be worthy of slaying the dragon. Rydolf had said there were men creeping around in robes, he lied. I saw no men in robes. I saw clowns. First of all what kind of name is “frank” who names their child Frank. No surprise with a name like that he would end up as zombie chow. Incompetent clowns, and rude incompetent clowns at that. You don’t push a lady out of the way. I hear a sinister giggle in the back of my mind. Fine, I am no lady. He didn’t know that. I should have slain him where he stood. Still, the zombies vanquished (I think) at my party’s behest we follow them to their leader, what had his name been? Fabio, Fabric, Fagvric, ye that was it Fagvric. They were dragon slayers? That was hilarious. It dint seem right at all, something was missing here. They were nervous, not just we are going to take on a dragon that ill surely kill us and use our bones to pick its teeth, that yes of course but subtext indicated more. The way he scratches his arm, and their robes were not dissimilar from the creep that was lusting over Mystic’s flute. Asking if we had staffs or wands? Just an odd creepy bunch. If there had been less snickering from among the party their so called leader seemed actually eager to turn around ans see the “dildo”. Dare had set me up perfectly, but alas ruined. We took our leave of the idiots. We were tempted to get watch them get massacred, but thought better of it. We found what we had come for minutes later. we were poised to get out of this horrid place. I fell to my knees seeing what had happened to our horses. It brought back horrible memories. I felt curse-bringer calling to me from from a place beyond this reality, it resonated with my anger and fury. It wanted to be called to this world and enact violent bloodshed upon those responsible. Goblin screams rang out and I gripped my staff. The stupid bugbear, his dog had tormented my bowels for weeks. I would clear out his rabble then curse-bringer would finish what we had started weeks ago in that cave….