I don’t think I’ve seen this many goblins in one day. My party alone vanquished nearly 40 of them. But I get ahead of myself.

Trogan Grimbooze, our bald caravan leader got us a new job today, to escort the sister of the King of New Sporigal. Gorak, a paladin of St. Cuthbert was escorting her, and an old friend of Trogan’s. The first thing that came to my mind was that we were too light an escort for someone as important as her. I thought the sister of the King would have her own honor guard. However it is not in my nature to ask too many questions. The woman herself was stunning with her auburn hair, dressed in a black robe with gold trimmings.

The caravan was attacked multiple times by goblins on the way to New Sporigal and soon it became obvious that we were not coming across the random goblin. We discovered that the bridge we must take on the road we’re on have been destroyed, and we were forced to return to Freehaven to take another route.

We arrived back at the village only to discover that it was under attack from goblins! The small green creatures are typically not this brave so as to attack a human settlement so directly without provocation. With some advice from tavernkeeper Smitts, we escorted a carpenter to patch a wall in the village wall that is the point of entry for the goblins. Goblins, which are quite talkative I might add. The silly creatures kept laughing at each other for failing their attacks, right before we smashed their heads.

The village seems to have calmed down now, as we take a rest at the tavern from our day’s exertions. The king’s sister (I seem to have forgotten her name) appears to have sent an animal off somewhere with a message. I only hope that it will bring reinforcements to defend the village from future attacks.

My party appears to be quite competent at combat. Although it does disturb me greatly the way Marcus kept muttering to himself about how his clan built a wall out of the corpses of their defeated enemies. Perhaps he read one too many fantasy books containing ridiculous, invincible warriors. (OOC: who fight in only underpants and a red cloak. 300 of them to be exact.) He also seemed to have a strange fondness for the highly inefficient shield bash…