The Hunting Trip

It went well enough in the beginning. We encountered several enemies but were able to dispatch them quickly enough. Alastor's gravity spells would often gravely wound a group of enemies before any of us could even touch them, and Apollo was always so quick to get into the fray to finish the work. I had my fair share of strikes with both my bow and my glaive, and the others also did much damage. We encountered a group of goblins that were eating horses, and we rescued three to bring to town. After we slew many of them, we found their children in a cave. We thought of taking them to town as well, but heard their clan sneaking about the woods, so we left them behind. It was only once we reached the forest that things took a turn. Not knowing what it was aside that it was harming friend Egg, I cut down a psuedodragon. I still feel the shame of it days later.
And it got worse when we spotted the dragon. I've heard tales of dragons since I was a child. My tribe had encountered small ones, wyrms and drakes and such, but this was bigger than any I'd ever seen. We didn't fear much, but we had a healthy fear of dragons.... we would always keep our distance if we could. When the party spotted it, we were all struck still in terror. It paid us no mind as we scattered for cover. We only saw it the once, but that was enough.
We had long since gotten enough meat and hides when we decided to explore the ruins. Before we did any delving though, we rested for the night on the top of a hill. Apollo was the one to spot them. If not for his early warning and Kirth's dust of invisibility, we would have all parished. But, it did not just end in our escape. While making his escape, Alastor was struck by one of these statues. Wizards are not known for their constitution, and he was felled, slowly dying and turning to stone, all while completely invisible. The first opportunity I had, I ran to where I thought he was. Egg was there and healed him, and I picked up his petrified body. I couldn't carry him and my pack, so I left it behind. We all made our escape from there. I carried him for a full day before he became unpetrified. I must say that I was overjoyed that my friend was still alive. If no one goes to those ruins again, I will still feel that joy.
The trip back from there was none too pleasant either. We built a raft to go by the river, and were attacked by creatures in a fortress. They injured all of us, the first time during the whole trip that I was struck. It made me so angry that I ripped the javelin out of my body and hurled it at my attacker. The others followed suite in fighting back, but the river bore us away before we could do much damage though. We decided to sleep on the raft, and that proved to be the most unpleasant sleep. We made it back to Last Hope safely, but I am so tired.