The Enemy Within Revisited Cast:
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Falco the Apothecary (Michael Morgan) Ripwise the Halfling Chef (Savage) Hargrin the Dwarf Trollslayer (Kevin Bronakowski) If the witch Etelka Herzen had once made this place her home it was doubtful whether she’d be keen to do so again in the future. Left in the hands of the goblins the place had swiftly fallen to rack and ruin. The place stunk of filth and urine. There were literally goblins everywhere. Having said that it didn't take the members of our party very long before they began reducing their numbers. We'd barely even crossed the threshold of this strange mage commissioned - dwarf built Tower before the Trollslayer had split the skull of a sleeping 'sentry' goblin as easily (and as dispassionately) as if he'd been chopping firewood. Now i'm not the biggest fan of goblins but the poor thing wasn't even given a fighting chance to defend himself. Not that I dared to mention my misgivings since the stocky mohican sporting fighting machine seemed to take the existence of goblins as a very personal matter and their removal from the land of the living as a welcome task that filled him with glee. In any case my fears about the goblins plight were swiftly dispelled upon entering the next room. The rank stench of urine that hit us we opened the door of this small dimly lit room perhaps once a storeroom but our assaulted noses indicated was clearly now used as a latrine. Tied up here we saw a man and woman Helmut and Hilda in quite an awful state. Both had been left in here perhaps for amusement and the manic look in their eyes as we freed them spoke of untold atrocities witnessed and suffered. In the next room we discovered the aptly named Dumpling, the sister of our halfling pie fiend. And before you ask no 'fiend' is not a typo for friend. Anyway Dumpling seemed a pleasant enough little thing with a round dumpling like figure and a pleasant enough smile that almost made her look female if you could look past the beard and the hairy feet which I profess to not being able to manage. She seemed scared out of her tiny mind (well she is Ripwise's sister after all) and so it was decided by Ripwise that it best she wait where we'd found her, cowering under her bed, until the coast was clear. Pressing on we walked straight into a room full of goblins, a whole room of them, seems they were sleeping in here and so the carnage began. Hargrin did what he did best, kill goblins and the others joined in as best they could. Never much of a brawler Gustav threw insults far more cutting than the blade he wielded while Falco waved his blunderbuss around in such a cavalier fashion that it was a miracle his blunderbuss sprayed shot missed us his comrades and found only the flesh of enemy targets. I wish I could say the same for the rat catchers dog though which in all the confusion seemed to latch on to the trolls layers loin cloth with a toothy grip and refused to let go. Ouch! Speaking of confusion, sure the scenes so far were carnage but all of my strange companions and the scenes I had so far witnessed paled in comparison to what my eyes were finally to spy in that tower. After a pitched battle on the spiral staircase we fought our way almost to the top to be greeted with the strangest sight indeed. A goblin, seemingly their leader was adorned in a bright frock and diamond accessories complete with tiara and such. I'm not sure whether this Etelka Herzen would have survived the shock of this Gutbag Throatstottler (as he proudly declared himself to be) wearing her frocks. It was certainly almost the death of me as the sight froze me to the spot long enough for a rusty gobbo sword to swish past my ear just close enough to shave a lock of hair but thankfully sparing my ear. To battle then. Tiara or no. This frock wearing greenskin freak needs to die even if it means spilling his vile blood on this pretty dress of his. by GM Noely
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