• Me
• Yashir
• Shev
• Bri
• Surx

Thrax asked us to meet by the river to...I think...pick up his wallet? I'm not sure anymore. We found a bag of coins on the ground but when Yashir touched them and instantly vanished.

And well...I've been through that before so I also picked up the bag and vanished back to a familiar plane of a small goblin child. Although it seemed much more well done and fine-tuned than before. I summoned a chair and popcorn to witness everyone else coming inside and being as confused as we were the first time this happened.

Another round of combats found us and everyone this time around got the gist of it quite quickly and we began summoning all sorts of items and weapons to assist us in these fights. We each fought a round of single combat before being combines into a team and once again...fought a BALOR. I didn't have the kamikaze staff this time around unfortunately so I wasn't able to explode it like last time.

But we ended up surviving this time and defeated the balor. After we finished, we were once again transported to before the goblin girl, Olive. She remembered me from last time and once again rewarded us before sending us home.

2 Kythorn,1502 D.R.

Just when I had begun to think Thrax had forgotten us, he called upon us personally for the important mission to... retrieve the missing wallet he said he had dropped.

It seemed rather beneath seasoned mercenaries such as ourselves, but I didn't mind. Anything you get paid for....

Except it turned out to be an elaborate ruse -- a trap, of sorts. The "missing wallet," a bag of gold, was easily found, but upon being touched, it transported us to some bizarre demiplane where the rules of physics and magic are apparently suspended in favor of imagination. Our new task was to please a roaring audience through gladiatorial combat -- but we could make up just about anything we wished to help ourselves.

Each of us -- myself, Bri, Salviron, Surx, and Shev -- engaged in around of single combat, aided by the imaginations of our comrades. To spare the details, we had little trouble with our opponents; I almost felt bad putting down my own opposition, as vastly empowered as I was. We then had a group bout against a fiend much more powerful than the one I had faced, as well as some horrible gibbering creature from Shev's end of the multiverse. By rights, in an ordinary fight, we would have had no chance even to survive that battle -- but in the end, the fiend did more to harm us in its death throes than by its battle prowess. No demon or devil, it seems, is a match for mortal imagination.

Salviron Liesel, it must be said, seemed to know much of the situation going into it. It seemed he had done this before. In the end, a little goblin girl came running up to congratulate and reward us: one of Thrax's friends, it would seem, who commands this strange place and whom he'd sent us to entertain. Salviron said her drawings had gotten better since last time. I assume he was referring to the monsters we fought.

Again, any one you get paid for. But he could have just... told us that.

-- Yashir adh Rumahr