Myself and what I what I can only describe as the most dedicated group of Muscle Wizard groupies in existence had somehow found ourselves heading into the sewers to see what the uglier versions of Dwarves were up to. Dwarves are alright, but their ugly cousins have some questionable ideas about hygiene, which put is in quite a predicament.
You see, there was thing giant… Thing in the sewers, and it smelled like I probably smell after an all night bender, only somehow worse, and somehow angrier. This two-legged be-tentacled eater of shit and proud world-champion title holder of the worlds worst breath somehow snuck up on me and my slightly smaller, less muscly companions. I could have dealt with them being dishonored through tentacle grappling, being swung about and even in front of each others daggers, but this beast betrayed the most sacred of oaths… It promised me a beer and failed to deliver.
After that point you’ll have to use your imagination, as the remainder of the fight was just a frothing red rage of cold spells and dragon magicks, until the beast breathed its last stinky breath and sunk into the nearly as stinky depths. The adoring fans decided to loot the beasts home, found some shiny medallions and a pile of the magic poo dust the locals seem to think is gold. Afterwords they must have noticed my bordome, because they were all too happy to set off the nearby tripwire, alerting the sewer locals to our presence and promising us a much bigger brawl
I’ll make sure to skip this part of the adventure in my memoirs, ‘Diary of a Muscle Wizard’. The less ardent fans aren’t really into the down and dirty stories like this. May just write out the entrance of the Sewers altogether, though all that screaming and alarms going off after the tripwires might liven up the story a bit.