Just the Usual
by Vyramyer

The previous two wagon trains had gone without a hitch, and we still had a form of 9 to run with. Soliton volunteered to run the next train down to Lyranoth from Trellor and I agreed without hesitation, keen to rest my aching eyes. Of course, the last time Soliton lead us out of Trellor, we'd been immediately met with the full force of the DM. Teasing him slightly as we ran out, we immediately ran into two wolf packs. Unprepared and laughing at the irony, the wolves left us all dead on the floor. We prayed in the temple of Trellor and regrouped. With the help of Lorakiss, we finally killed the wolves and flopped down to tick up. Getting back into the queue t o run along, we hit a few wild pigs. As we hit the bottom of the road, more and more pigs swarmed into our rooms, grunting and squealing. I cheered as an imp fluttered up to drop off our gold... only to be informed by Aenoth and Roikonis and the swift arrival of even more pigs that this was far from over. Just as we gathering up all the gold into our pockets and gloating over our hero points, another wolf pack came up behind us, growling and howling. We dispatched them relatively easily and ran as fast as we could.

Everything was quiet as we pulled by New Ashton. The train had broken and we hauled our trains, resorting our order. Sprinting down the path, we came across a lion's den. I heard Xenatar's struggles next to me until I was distracted by the undeniable feeling of evil that suddenly enveloped us. As Xenatar was brought down by the lions, we were all sucked into the void of the fire demons. I took a back seat, scribbling down our adventures with my quill and trying not to let the demons set my work alight. We vanquished the last demon and returned to the ground. The imp awaited us with a furrowed brow and practically threw our reward at us before disappearing in a quick blast of smoke. Grinning, our pockets bulging already with the weight of nearly 2 and a half million gold coins, we continued back on the road. Thinking nothing else could possibly happen, I reclined back into my wagon, only to be called forward by Soliton by another lion den. Muttering, I threw my notebook and reporter's quill into my wagon and clambered back up. I closed my eyes and sat back, letting the sun beat down upon my brow. The familiar roar of a lion jolted the train to a halt, although we all remained on our train.

A group of centaur bandits pounced on us and our freight as we drew past Elwyn, but we quickly killed them, after accepting our reward from the disg runtled imp. He whapped us all less than gently around the ears before letting us speed off towards the post that was now in sight. We all piled in and sold our freight, making a group profit of nearly 36million!