In a strange language the brute began to yell and curse. It neared towards us and we could cringed because he smelled of...

rotting flesh. Then with a voice that sounded like screams from hell he began to speak, and we all lay their with our mouths hanging open because we could understand him. He demanded that we show him the way to...

The Dry Stein Tavern, where he'd heard the freshest blood in the land was served. We all looked at each other and....

laughed and told him that we would glady show him the way if he would let us go because we were thirsty too! The men folk even nudged him to rip the ladies skirts off for good show...

...however despite our foolish wishes in the face of danger, the ravagers would have none of it. Growing tired of their cruelty on top of incompetence, I seized the sword of an unsuspecting guard and attacked, hoping the rest of my companions would join the battle.

Shocked to see Deraj's bold attempt, I pull an arrow from my quiver and begin to shoot. Two ravagers go down and I glace around to survey what is going on.

While the rest of the mosnters are still under shock of the surprise attack I rush over and start tossing everyone their weapons before finding my own but before I could join Deraj and assist a huge brute rushed Thradia from her blind side and I jumped between her and the brute and began to call down holy light as the blades of my swords flashed in each hand from the bright white light rainging down.

too drunk to fight i hid behind the bar waiting for the batte to be over. As i sat their quietly sipping my 5th of scotch a ravagers gets hurled over the bar and spills my drink.... in a drunken rage i beat it to death with every last bottle of liquor i could fine. (lucky for me it only had about 1 breath of life left in it)

The noise of the melee brought a nosey dwarf to the edge of the woods to see what was going on.

As soon as the dwarf appeared from behind the trees, one ravager pointed and screeched, "A DWARF !!!! Get him! We need his beard for............