Finish It!

The God's must be crazy. How this group of Misfits survived the challenges we faced is beyond my ability to comprehend. Foddertrixillion can barely wield his weapon. The only conclusive logic I can fathom is that Dispater needs cannon fodder. This idiot meets the bill. His constant bungling and failure at just being, is the only thing he seems to excel at. Had this group not needed cannon fodder, I would have killed him myself for constantly calling me Lim Dumb. I still may. I cannot imagine Dispater would be angry and his death, or even notice it.
 
The paper hero was only minimally more useful then Fodder. His natural healing did help in instances, but in the end, it was the Bard and I who did the lion's share . His ability to sing our enemies asleep was incredibly useful, along with his healing. I have to wonder, if putting people to sleep, with your brand of entertainment, talented? Nonetheless, it is useful.
 
The Cultists were a branch of worshipers of some other demon. I hope it pleased Dispater that we stopped the ceremony. As I told him before, politics are his problem, not mine. Once again, the group started the discussion to leave this place. We hadn't even completed the inspection. There could be more cultists. I swear, I have never seen a group of whiny, spinless adventurers then this group. Finish It damn it!
 
The real challenge was the Gelatinous Cube. It was a total team effort. Even Fodder assisted, that was amazing! Typically, it was the Bard or I who fell the final foe, and it was true again. The Bard turned the Cube, into a pool of gelatin, after I did the most damage. We had to retreat to compose ourselves. 3 of us were rendered unconscious by the cube and had to heal. Once again, the chatter of running came up. These people just make me want to puke. If you cannot handle the jobs, go into a line of work more suitable to your courage capability, like stable cleaner or ass licker.
 
Upon returning to the Cube area, the gnolls who choose to watch our fates had left and locked a door. Dispater must have been watching because the door somehow unlocked all on its own. This was confusing because just a moment before, it was locked!!! I wonder if the God's are playing with us?
 
The gnolls were not a challenge. The Bard and I with his song and my blade made quick work of them. Apparently, they were accumulating the treasures that the Cube would expel from previous adventurers who were not successful at destroying it.
 
In the end, the loot was Decent. The pay day was worth the effort. Fodder won the lots, and took an Adamantite Plate Breast. Just as well, he can't hit the broad side of a dragon so he needs the additional protection. He also wanted the extra potion of healing. Again, probably best but Fuck Him. I took it, let him die. The total haul allowed me to upgrade my armor a slot. Even though my secondary armor was better then the Plate Breast piece, instead of offering it to Fodder, I sold it. Let him die in his ineptitude. It will only assist Dispater in his goals.
 
In the future, I would run with the Bard again. I am more likely to kill Fodder and the Paper Hero then adventure with them again. In the end, I must presume Dispater's agreement in teaching me how to be a Painkiller was a major part of this adventure. I learned that you need Fodder and Pawns to absorb the inevitable damage and magic that is used in battle. These pawns are a major part of those who are skilled success. In this perspective, I am thankful that Fodder and the Paper Hero sucked up so much magic and damage. It did allow the Bard and I to effectively handle the adventure. Who knew that sucking at what you do could be helpful...........