20 Eleint, 1493
❧4 Idiots wander into a castle
Noonish
Inside the castle was gloomy, cold, and wet. I don’t know why, but I thought going inside the castle would get us out of the mud, but I guess it is a castle in the middle of a swamp with frog and lizard people running around.
As luck would have it, we ran right into a group of enemies. Not only were there 5 of those upright frog things but there were also 5 of the lizardmen. We’d barely made it through them before another group came charging out of a nearby door. So it looks like ain’t none of us got a brain in our heads. Who in their right mind stands around battling in a courtyard area and causing a right commotion right outside a door they never bothered to check!? Us, that’s who.
So it’ll come as absolutely no surprise at all to learn that a full dozen more of the frogmen and half again as many lizardmen came crashing through the door to our right to join the battle. We backed up to a doorway to limit how many of them could reach us at once. How we came outta that fight with our lives, I will never know, but we did. Lhel had to use one of the superior healing potions, while the rest of us caught our breath.
Left of us was a chapel with an altar to that dragon deity, Tiamat. In the chapel was a little store room that someone had just tossed a bunch of rubbish into. Further into the chapel, T-Bone found a long room that had so much dust and cobwebs it was clear nobody had been there in ages. Heck, it was probably cleaner than any room we’d seen so far. At least, there wasn’t any mud. The smarter members of our group hid our passage so we could crawl into the back of that room and take a nice long rest.
While the rest of the team took a breather, T-Bone and I decided to do a bit of recon around the trash and storage area. We managed to scrounge up some broken glass, which we scattered by the door as a makeshift alarm. Can never be too careful, even with our guard rotation in place. Every little bit helps!
As we were poking around the chapel, T-Bone’s eagle eyes caught somethin’ peculiar—a hidden compartment in the altar. With a deft hand, he popped it open and uncovered a dagger. Always good to be on the lookout for hidden treasures, especially in a place like this.
So, at some point, one of us had the bright idea to stash the bodies from that courtyard mess in the portable hole. Smart thinking, right? But now that I think about it, we should probably clean that thing out soon. It’s starting to smell worse than a troll’s armpit in there.