The King Krab Camp
Julien was feeling rambunctious and decided to scout up ahead while Stenvar and Violetta scavenged for useful equipment at the bandit camp they had just battled. He came across a nice cozy vacant campsite with three bedrolls and a fire pit, perfect for his party. However the camp wasn't entirely vacant, it's guardian dug itself out of the mud and started snapping at the priest. "Well you are not one for sharing it seems, we can share this camp together," and with a flick of the wrist the beast was calmed. Julien took the time to look out into the distance and enjoy the view, Violetta joined him too. Little did the priest know the calming spell had warn off and Stenvar was headed there way. "All right, a mud crab! I'll bag us some dinner, Julien will be so impressed!" thought the barbarian and simply drew his axe and slammed it down on the again angered crab.
. . . . Julien advised it would be best for Stenvar to sleep outside the tent tonight.
A bloo bloo blooo . . . *sniff* A bloo bloo bloo . . .
R.I.P. Krabby King.