Ghost Recon

Excerpt:
Aren's Dream Journal

The field at the bottom of the hill bubbled with a foot of blood and guts.  Limbs and skulls floated and bobbed as Nera and Pas splashed around looking for loot.  The sky darkened a bit but no rain fell.  Silently I motioned for Fox to join me in scouting out the fortress up ahead. 

At the top of the hill a large keep stood with walls too high to scale.  A massive crumbling hole rested where a large entrance once was.  We waited.  There was no sign of life, no shadows announced themselves.  We moved closer.

Inside the opening was a large cavernous hall.  No light, no breeze and no sounds.  As our eyes adjusted we noticed lumps and mounds scattered about.  Could this be the next wave of goblin scourge?  A wind rose up the hill, tickling the high grass, and passing into the great hall.  The gust entered the hall bounced off the walls and finding no place to go, it exited back through the hole.  I looked at Fox who fell backwards when the stench hit him.  His eyes watering, he gasped for breath.  I chuckled and leaned back into the opening.  The mounds were not sleeping hordes but stacks and piles of goblin scat.  A small shitty mountain range speckled the great hall dimpled with lakes and streams of urine.  Just beyond the mountains stood a small door.  It would probably be our best option for finding the Dark Lady and her prized artifact.

We split up and scoured the perimeter of the keep for another insertion point.  With no luck we met back up on the opposite side.  Nothing but wall all around.  To the East we came across some well used horse stables and a well about 100 yards from the wall.  The bucket was up with no hint of water. 

We regrouped with the others to discuss a plan of action.  The party was divided as follows:

1. Nera - Attack through the fortress door or explore the well
2. Raddick -  Torn between finding a fight and returning to Brownsville
3. Groth - Wished to sit atop the well and release 3 days worth of pent up Brownsville cuisine
4. Phae - seconded Groth's idea, adding that the refuse be promptly set abalze
5. Fox - Head back to Brownsville and report to Cpt. Pierce
6. Aren - Agreed with Fox

After intense deliberation an agreement was reached.  Groth hauled all of the bodies up to the hill and tossed them into the opening in the wall.  As he finished the aroma had been stirred up to an amazing crescendo of death and feces.  The entire group was taken aback and moved halfway down the hill.  Phae stepped forward and unleashed a fireball that ignited every square inch of the great hall.

With our good deed of the day behind us we headed back to Brownsville.

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