The Sunken Paladin, I Mean Temple
By: Squishyarch
Stealth was the word of the day. A cat, a bear, a hunter, a paladin, and a rogue so stealthy we didn't even know he was there until a third of the way through the dungeon. We crept through the Swamp of Sorrows, past the fallen, past the beasts and dragonkin. And then the paladin disappeared. Who knew that plate mail didn't float. In an extreme act of sacrifice, the hunter used his boar as a floatation device. The good news is that he fed his pet very well, but the bad news is we were down one weapon. Worse news, wet paladin smells worse than wet bear. Who knew!
Inside the temple we descended into the darkness. Filthy trolls were replaced by slimes, maggots, and eventually more dragonkin. Things began to look grim, when the hunter tamed a new pet, and the rogue finally made his presence known. From that point on, foes fell quickly, and the party was able to make progress. A series of puzzles fooled no one, and the past few weeks began to make more sense. The trolls were involved in a voodoo cult, and were trying to awaken a sleeping, or dead, dragon. Fortunately, it is difficult to raise the dead from the dead, and we were happy to oblige.
Even more fortunate, trolls are like rats. They keep everything they find, and the party was able to liberate some nice gear from their smelly hands. Do you know what smells worse than wet paladin? Wet dead troll.