Corpsmen on duty: Kryss, Jay, Buffalax New recruits: Brutus, Henchwick
The Corpsmen regrouped quickly, and realized they were missing Bootlip. A heavily armored Taurfolk and a Goblin musketeer who were passing by in the panicked streets heard the name, and revealed that they were old friends of Bootlip's, and were on their way to Sescherri to see him again. They quickly volunteered to join in the rescue efforts. They were welcomed in by most, but Lowen flew into a rage. Seeing the bovine features of the newcomer stirred up suppressed memories of an event on a farm that happened in his childhood. "I ain't workin' with no stinkin' Taurfolk!" he shouted, and left to return to the hideout. In the end, the only plan seemed to be to sneak outside and run into the forest and see if they could rescue Bootlip before it was too late.
So, they charged into the forest. They were quickly met by Gwyll, but only a few at first. They fought hard, and managed to slay a few, but were wearing down quickly. For every beast they felled, two more stepped out of the shadows. The group backed into a defensive ring with Jay throwing prayers from the middle, while Kryss rained unrelenting hell down from a nearby tree with Bev watching the rear. Gwyll continued to pour from the shadows, the blood continued to spill, Buffalax stopped yelling just long enough to take a breath and start yelling again. Above the sounds of battle came Jays voice (amplified with divine power) proclaiming the Soup Of The Day: "WHITE CHICKEN CHILLI!" Kryss and Buffalax dropped one particularly unfortunate beast with one deadly attack from each. Amidst the yells of fury, howling beasts, and drunken mumbles the corpsmen became aware of a deep rumbling of the earth, sounding to much like footsteps for comfort. With Jay running low on juice, Henchwick low on powder and ball, and the Gwyll low on nothing; the Corps accepted this would be a good instance to effect a tactical withdrawal.
So, they charged out of the forest. After "tactically withdrawing" for some ways, the Corps stopped and turned around to see if they were being followed. "Where is Jay?" inquired Brutus. The companions looked around before deciding that Jay was indeed missing. At the sound of rustling foliage, the Corpsmen turned once again to the forest line to see a bloody and confused Dwarf fly out at speeds never before seen of a Dwarf. Jay flew by the gathered onlookers without even noticing them there, behind him flaped the tattered remains of the Goomba Corps banner and a stream of undecipherable profanity. Buffalax took a look back at the forest line and saw trees shaking and falling behind a stream of beasts, with a rather unmanly yelp he too started running for the gate without looking back. At this point, it was every man for himself. Some were far outstripping others, but pure terror pushed all of them forward. Kryss was the only one not to make it to the wall; he made it about three quarters of the way there before tripping in some thick shrubbery. He looked back and saw hordes of Gwyll hanging back at the edge of the forest, but the beast from the top of the Spire charged across the plain without hesitation. Rather than continuing to run, Kryss concealed himself in the foliage and said a quick prayer to no god in particular.
The fleeing 'heroes' finally reached the gate just in time to find Jay flipping over his beetle to begin cooking the soup he had earlier promised. "If I'm dying, I'm dying cooking," he explained. Noting that the Drow was missing, the beloved Corps began banging on the closed and locked gates and yelling for the town guard to open them. When they realized this wasn't working and that time was decidedly short, Brutus let out a cry of rage most commonly used among the Taurfolk, "MOOOO!", snatched jay from his cooking by the scruff of his neck and bashed a gaping hole in the wooden gates with the dwarven ram. As the corpsmen began climbing through the hole, Jay quickly lept back through the hole added some finishing touches upon his divine soup and snatched up the surprisingly cool pot to begin his frantic escape. As they clambered uncerimoniously through the town, the companions came to realize they had no idea where they were going but knew by the rumblings they heard that it had better be somewhere up high. They ran for the elevators that would take them to High Hill. Buffalax took it upon himself to lead the group by outpacing everyone towards their goal, the Goblin close behind. As they rounded the corner they finally reached the elevator that they instinctively fled towards, Buffalax, Henchwick, and Brutus all reaching the elevator in time.
Jay, encumbered by the soup, was not as fortunate as the three Corpsmen to so heroically run faster than him. Checking over his shoulder, he knew the fates would not allow him to reach the elevator in time for the Apocolyptic Beast the Corps had released from imprisonment a mere twenty minutes ago to not devour his soul. Accepting whatever Legassethon had to offer him Jay downed the rest of his gutbuster, smashed his beloved gorde that held his favored beverage since childhood and raised his deliciously prepared white chicken chilli to present in offering towards the Apocalyptic Beast. Clearly Lagassethon was watching, because the remnants of Jay's drinking gourd began to glow with a miraculous light, as the gesture of sacrifice was recognized. The Beast paused, something wonderful had wafted its way, something more delicious than Drow, Goblin, Human, Dwarf, or even beef could ever be. Around Jay a light was swirling, the raised pot left his hands and flew upwards toward the Beast. The pot was then tipped forward by what would later be described as the hands of Legassethon and poured an endless amount of white chicken chilli everywhere. The town was flooded with the oh so divine foodstuff. The Beast was swept away in the wave of soup spreading throughout the town. What of our heroic cleric? Jay was surrounded by an unseen aura of brilliance that miraculoulsy kept a wide bearing betwixt him and the soup. He turned back towards the elevator where Buffalax was scoping soup off the floor with his helmet, put his hands together and parted the sea of chilli in order to reach his beloved companions.
All the while, Kryss had been running franticly through the side allies trying to avoid the crowds and the Beast. Jumping over snoozing bums and frightened cats, he moved quickly tworads the elevator, where he assumed his companions had enough sense to go. While he ran he heard, or rather did not hear, a strange silence, folowed by a low rumble. Kryss slowed a bit and looked over his shoulder to see a tidal wave of soup smelling lethally delicius flowing his way. Kryss picked up his pace, not wanting soup in his hair. He rounded the corner and quickly slipped into the elevator behind the awestruck Brutus, Jay, Henchwick, and Buffalax, doing his best to look nonchalant, just as the platform was leaving the ground. As the elevator clambered up , a awkward silence fell over the party, with Jay looking oddly sober and staying silent the entire way up.
Once atop High Hill, the Corps wached in silence as the town they called home for one week burned beneath them. After a time Henchwick spoke up, "We should get going…" The corps responded quickly and as one, "Yea…" After staying the night at the hideout, the group snuck out the back gate and into the fresh early morning air before they could be located by the angered and decimated civilian populus. This was the day they had arrived one week ago. As was expected, the caravan and the past-Corps showed up in the afternoon. Leaving matters to the wizard, the Corps convinced the caravan that they needed to leave again right away, and so they did. An awkward silence once again acompanied the group as they walked with the caravan along the road to the next town. Jay hacked down a tree with hs throwing cleaver and quickly began carving a new gutbuster tankard.
A bit past mid day the group came across a hostel that was some how odd looking, siting atop a hill. Being the "heros" of the land the group thout it would be a good idea to investigate the area, and make sure it was safe for travellers. Kryss and Buffalax sneaked around for a bit and discovered a stable built into the side of the hill that was infested with bizarred rats. The corps responded quickly and efficiently, charging in and destroying the mutant vermin swiftly. Upon further inspection of the stables they disacovered a tunnel leading into the hill, wich of course they followed. After a short uneventful treck through the tunnels they came to a circular room with a low ceiling, so low infact that Buffalax, Kryss, and Brutus had to duck to keep from messing up thier hair. In the center of the ceiling was a trap door, that Kryss quickly pressed his ear to to listen for unusual sounds. Kryss reported to the group that he heard some shuffling laughing and general commotion. The Corps took this to mean bandits the bandits they had heard about, and, so, with a mighty roar Brutus stood up blasting the door off its hinges and sticking it fast to his horns.
There really were about a score of bandits up there, and they all drew their weapons and leapt to their feet as the Taurfolk appeared in the middle of the room. Brutus quickly ducked pulling the door back into position and alerted his companions of the situation. A plan was quickly formulated. Brutus jumbed up once again and landed in the middle of the room with an intimidating moo, behind him, Buffalax climbed out and readied his spear, followed by Kryss, Henchwick and Jay. The shit then promptly hit the fan. as Jay looked for a bandit to kill he spotted a little blue man sitting in the corner reading a book titled "journal" upside down. Jay charged, tripped on the rug, and flew past the little man, into the wall. After swiftly recovering his dignity, Jay stood and began yelling at the blue man. Derro watched intently and calmly interupted, "I dont know these men. What's your opinion on apple crisp?" The entire room went quiet, Jay answered that he loved apple crisp. A small tear formed in the corner off the blue man's eye. Derro handed his book to Jay and began walking away. Before getting to the door however, a bandit pulled one of Buffalax's javilens from his thigh and hurled it at the blue man out of irritation. The javelin hit the wall, and Derro escaped out the front door. Jay looked at the book and opened it to discover it was completely empty, he kept it anyway. The battle ended quickly, the Corps cleaned out the hostel and slept there for the night.