Nothing To Cry Over

 

With such a simple task, and such humble onions, what could possibly go wrong?

 

Our heroes, Kilbor, Couch, and Deathwish take on the job to protect the onion cart on its way to a village experiencing a famine 

The first challenge along the road was a narrow, swaying and rickety bridge. The village can't eat onions if they go flowing down river!

Of course no adventure would be complete if something entirely weird and out of hand didn't happen. Like a tree in the middle of the road for no apparent reason...

But of course that reason was a SPONSTER bought by a member of the community! Kilbor took a nasty hit to the head, but thankfully he had friends ready to help.

With the tree handled, it would be smooth riding all the way to town.....right.............right?

But of course those acrid fires were caused by Goblin camps, ready to ambush the cart on the road. Deathwish did not take kindly to Goblin scum trying to kill them and steal the cart.

Nor did Kilbor...but then things got......weird. Chaos weird.

The onions themselves began to rot and molt and fuse together, and a chaos onion beast lumbered out of the poor farmers cart and attacked our heroes.

And an onion monster gives you a lot to cry about

Every hack and slash spraying onion juice in our heroes faces, the fought boldly, blindly, and took out the rest of the goblins, and in a very near battle...

they managed to mince that onion monster

Just outside the village, a Tiefling woman, wrapped in chains, voiced her displeasure over this little group upsetting some plans in motion, but promised that the Crippled God is always good for giving 'second chances'. Then vanished with the chinking sound of chains in her wake.

The onions, however, were successfully delivered to the starving village. The village rejoiced, men, women and children ready to chow down on onions until more supplies arrive.