We went back to Oleg’s to meet the rest of the charter bearers. Having rested and readied ourselves, the charter bearers, Neudvin, Tyberia, and myself ventured southward.
I must say, it is comforting to be accompanied by all of my
compatriots friends again. It has been too long that we journeyed out in smaller numbers—and only by the grace of Erastil survived for as long as we have—and it was good that we had the strength in numbers that we did today.
Before long, we discovered the signs of battle. Kobolds, as well as smallish blue creatures, with large black-lidded eyes, lied dead on the earth. It was obvious that a clash of arms lead to their demise, and as it is our duty to establish order in this land, we followed the trail of bodies.
Eventually, we came upon a mound, topped with a sycamore tree, wherein laired one of the belligerents in the earlier battles. Our kobold friend, the one Caimbuel had taken guardianship of, told us that these blue-skinned creatures, these mites, had been rivals and enemies of the kobolds in the area for quite some time. In their latest raid, the mites managed to steal a statue, one depicting a large kobold with wings, apparently the god of the kobolds. Shortly after the theft of the statue, the kobolds started to take ill.
Well, the mites tried to put up a fight, but their muster did not match our tactical expertise and superior armament. In fact, I would almost feel sorry for them, but they were not so deserving of my pity as I originally thought; just as I was feeling their would be no real challenge within their lair, what I’m sure was their leader confronted us. I will give credit to the little fiend, he, and especially the huge tick upon which he rode into battle, were a powerful force, nothing to besmirch. But, he did not have the friends that I have, nor did he know the grace of Erastil. Although it got pretty rough, he, just like the rest of our foes, met his end.
Within the den of the mite lord we found the statue that was stolen from the kobolds. Luckily it was relatively small, so it was easy to convey it from the mite lair.
Oh yes, and a nearby crevice housed yet another monstrously large centipede. Alas, we did not manage to chop off it’s hundred legs, as with the last, but we did eventually defeat it as well.
Oh, and one final note, our little kobold friend found a helmet and cloak, just his size, as his loot for the campaign. It’s quite humorous how much he prides himself in those two dingy possessions of his.