This day has again brought us to the village of Gnarles Barkley. Another horror had surfaced and was kidnapping children, no doubt for nefarious purposes. Upon our arrival, we discovered a nearby cornfield to be the source of the evil. After soundly defeating several minions, we set fire to the entire horror-crop and although the flames were intense, the fire eventually consumed the corruption.
Unfortunately, the kidnappings continued. Our party was led to a hole left in the blackened cornfield to which the missing children were apparently being summoned. After much fruitless discussion, it was determined that our previous charge, Chuck the Wizard, would lend us his rope ladder to go down the hole after the children. Once down, we found a room containing four worm face statues surrounding a chest amid a pile of bones. What these poor souls must have suffered at the hands of these monsters, I dare not think. We determined, with righteous indignation, that the statues must be destroyed.
However, noting the fates of whom I can only assume were virtuous heroes valiantly fighting these evil statues, we decided an indirect method of execution would be wisest. Using great effort, we hoisted one of the statues out of the hole, with the intent to smash it. The redheaded dwarf bravely applied the first crushing blow, shattering a good portion of the statue’s face.
It shakes me, even now, to report what happened next. An amazing amount of blood poured from the broken stone, pooling beneath the broken statue. Further destruction of the monster did nothing to stem the torrent. I admit my bravery left me as I stood, horrified, at the situation. I could only think of the massive destruction we had unknowingly unleashed on this innocent town. My heart breaks for what we’ve done.
Thankfully, we found a deep pit in another room underground, in which we pushed the remaining statues along with the pieces from the first. Upon returning to the first room, we discovered that the chest was empty. Very mysterious, and also a bit disappointing, I am ashamed to admit, since I am a tad short on coin.
Three more statues were quickly dispatched in a further room, and we were confidently moving on to the next room when… AYIEEEE…
*Here may be found the last words of Okira the Warrior*
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