I grow tired of these despicable kobolds.
I can’t even remember how many times they and their lizard masters have set upon us since my last entry. Four? Eight?
The villagers we rescued on the outskirts had a bit of a hidden lair. That was their story. It was actually a small weapons cache hidden by simple but clever enchantment. The problem was, once the enchantment was dispelled by the woman, we found ourselves out in the open again. We took a brief rest, had a brief strategy session, and decided to approach the keep by night, staying to the swamp around the river until we broke cover for the keep itself. We tried not to think about the Dragon above.
As we had been cautioned, many of the other refugees from the town flocked to us as we went, encumbering our stealthy journey. I wish now that we had had the foresight to bring along some further arms so they could be put to use. As it was, we lost several of them in the journey. I cannot bring myself to grieve for them, these wretches who did little to save themselves until forced.
The last battle we fought before the keep was nearly our end. The warriors among us continued to fight well— the dwarf seems made to smash in the skulls of the lizard beasts, but they all fell, one by one, even as the kobolds flanked the elf and myself. I was able to dodge many an attack from the foul things, but one managed to slip through my guard and slice my belly. He paid for his effort, and I will ensure that the rest of his scaly kind does as well.
The townsfolk eventually rose up to the aid of their would-be rescuers, and we did gain entrance to the Keep itself, where we now rest, recover, and await some further word on the actual happenstances of this besieged town.
I wait now for my Destiny to appear. I can smell that she is close, and the air does crackle with electricity. She comes.