I had just arrived at the entrance to the cavern when I spotted several lizardmen milling about the entrance. I thought it odd to see them outside since I never had before but then again, as I said, I'd only visited a few times. Perhaps this was normal. I easily dispatched of the stragglers outside and confidently stepped my foot into the entrance to the cavern. I was stunned to find myself face to face with the Branubuians, Shaboolis and their endless entourage of specialized military personnel. I did what any lone person would do confronted with that situation. I screamed, did an about face and high-tailed it out of there as fast as possible. There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity. I know darn well where it is, thank you very much.
I immediately called Thomas and he began his journey to the caves. I then called Loakie. This was much more than a two person job. Thomas arrived and Loakie soon after with Bronwyn and Sheena. Our small group began slowly and methodically weeding out the invaders inch by inch. We were doing quite well too until some airheaded bimbo, who shall remain nameless, charged around a corner to aid her friends only to find that they had not gone around said corner. The bimbo strung an endless parade of death behind her as she screamed and ran back through the small party on her way to ...well who cares where she was headed. Point is lives were lost due to her hyperactivity.
That was the small round of death. The major death round came when we encountered multiple Whirlwinds, Beasts and those blasted Marksmen. Strade's bat ears picked up the simultaneous death cries of our little party that reverberated through Britannia. He, being the Britannia equivilant of a somewhat weakened Superman, (I'll save you!), was immediately given the location and pertinent information via paranoid blabblermouth.
Strade arrived as well as two others, forgive me for forgetting names. My small feminine mind is too little for retaining information other than shoes and what to do for chipped nails from battles.
We once again plunged onward to rid Covetous of this horrible infestation only to find that our tempers were short, our nerves taught and our bodies too exhausted to continue. The majority of us finally decided to drop the quest in lieu of rest. Our numbers were dwindling and our enthuiasm had skipped right out of the cave entrance hand in hand with our senses of humor. I, for one, find a sense of humor imperative in anything, even battle. When I'm fighting a creature that is not damaging me nor I it and I say "Wow, this is much like two 80 year old ladies hitting each other with Nerf bats." I expect at least a chuckle or I get irked. I was irked. Needless to say, we returned to Brit bank, divied the loot, which there was very little of considering our struggles and said our goodnights to one another vowing to go back and clear out that darn cavern ...when we weren't so darn tired.
