Scara’s Log: Hell date 666.25.72
Upon our return to the Snotty Nosed Goblins, with our spoils of War, we were greeted with terrible news; Arg is dead, eaten by the Eels living near the latrine. Upon investigation an Eel dared to attack me, but against a master of shade and fire it stood no chance as I stepped through fire and death out of its reach. I sense foul play; the bugbears are behind this, with their little collection of bullied Goblins. But we arrived in time for the feast, the goblins cooked up the half-elf we recovered and held a celebration to their god.
I decided enough was enough; we needed to strike against the humans. We travelled to the logging station east of the Orc tribe and struck a mighty blow upon them; or that was the plan. I glided like a wraith through the night, but Xorox blundered like a man with his eyes ripped out and his feet burnt off, alerting the guard to our presence (so plan A, burn down the lumber hut and observe their response was out). Instead we lured them into an ambush; a battle that went well with little lose to us. Their guards are well trained and strong (for humans) so a direct assault on their compound will not work, at least until we have weaken them a bit more. But we had a few corpses and their equipment as spoils; both of which were gratefully received by the Snotty Nosed Goblins.
Yesterday my colleagues and I made some gains in the evil stakes. We began with a feast of roasted nymph (sourced by our own unfair hands) that we had given to the chief of the local nose-based goblin tribe. Things took a turn for the worse when it appeared that the Armour Chap’s goblin factotum (aptly named Arg) had gone missing and possibly been eel-ed to death. I think we all suspect some treachery from the bugbears. Note to self: the bugbears must be destroyed.
I joined the Armour Chap and the Lizardy Fellow on a sojourn to the humans’ logging camp to the south. Upon approaching the camp I pretended to trip clumsily, causing my own armour to make a suspicious noise. Of course this was but a subterfuge and we used this incident lure out several of the humans and their monstrous hound. During the ensuing melee I slew the hound and aided in mopping up the rest of the loggers. We left when the battle attracted the attention of the rest of the humans and hopped it back to the goblin camp with our ill gotten human meat. This pleased the chief so much he let us off the guard duty we pretend to do.
Blood and souls to Asmodeus,