Karl Shadowthorn - with permission from Snarfulblast (also known as big sex A)

Karls eye burned a bright red in his socket and drew a low hiss from the otherwise indominable Elven fighter. Pain was nothing compared to the failure after failure he had suffered from dreamscape which even now lingered fresh in his mind. 
The group had made short work of the abominations and discovered that this hive had either taken over a watchpost from the old dwarven kingdom, or simply found an abandoned home and settled in. Either way it wasn't a very good sign. Normally a hive was stunted in growth with the necessity of digging more tunnels. From the size of just this hallway, cut and smoothed out by strong hands, the Kest need not bother with digging at all. 
It was too much for him as his stomach rumbled its desires, his bowels heavy from the bread and cheese eaten before departing Thanremere. Clenching his stomach he quietly blazed a trail ahead of the group to find a place to defecate. 
His sanctuary arrived none to soon as stumbled upon some crude markings depicting a figure upon a latrine carved into the wall. [i]Well.. Atleast they were civil about their own needs..[/i] Karl mumbled under his breathe as he followed the crude markings to a small doorway with a working door. 
His pants around his ankles, Karl vacated the privy in as quick a run as possible. After he finished his business he had discovered where the Kest had begun to store new eggs and inadvertently, for lack of a better word, shit all over one of them. (thankfully they had attacked AFTER he had wiped)

Sword in hand he slammed the pommel upon one drones skull with a sickening crack of hits shell before skewering another one behind it on his blade as it tried to rush over the corpse of its recently departed accomplice. A warrior kest smashed through the sidelong wall as Karl desperately fumbled to retrieve his sword and pull up his drawers but was billed forward by the monstrous bug. He struggled with it as the creature tried to bite his exposed face even as Karl growled his defiance, spitting into the snapping maw of his would be killer. At last his hand closed around the hilt of his sword and he roared an oath and smashed his pommel into one of its eyes causing it to reel back in pain. Reversing his grip on the blade, he plunged it down the exposed mouth and stared into its eye as the life finally faded for good.
That was how they found Karl, moments later, standing over three corpses in nothing but a loincloth and his shirt. His voice was a squeak of embarrassment as he realized what he must look like. "Its not what it looks like.."