Ahem... So's there we were stuck, not one of 'em willin to help me dig us out. i'll go to Kord knowin' i coulda dug our way to freedom. Instead HONOR became our key. When i came-to it was like i was pushed through a hole the size of a halfling. Turns out 3 of our 7 either got lost or went to supper with their gods.
I've killed some strange things since i left the city. We runned across these litle gnomish lookin' freaks took back a damned sword i stole from someone we killed. i mean damned in the literal sense... probably worth more than it's weight in gold, but if my sword fell on them once more i'd killed us all. So it's been known now the only way to best the blood hungry bellum is to use magics. or a tree... Back to the sword, it talked to me, i hate things that talk to me without a mouth. i threw it away, just missed the little freaks too. Woulda been a classy touch, but oh well. i met a monk by the name of gustav. bloody giant nearly took my beard froom my face through my boots, although i did get in a few good kicks. the three of us in all couldn't take him, makes me wonder about how long it'll take us to make dragon skin whatevers. this hand thing proved kinda useful so far. Now i can scratch two places and eat all at the same time. That being said i'll dig in for the night and think about those orcs who never knew what hit 'em.... must've been a hundered of those things....