Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
"That sound, it is your stomach. No?" Paquito asks the hill giant Gronar
"No, Gronar not hungry. Gronar scared." The giant replies
"Look!" Benat shouts as the mage guild, a huge edifice that covers a four block square area, sinks into it's foundation. It slowly disappears behind the buildings blocking the view from across the street.
"Good riddance I tell ye, ne'er did like dem pointy hats much anyways." Books, a dwarf so named because of his all consuming love of the printed word, announces as another rumble shakes the temple of Umtala. Like a child shaking a present, the walls begin to crack and the tiles on the floor shows signs of separating.
The mage guild has been elevated to city overseer, after finding a way to keep the magical mists that plague the surrounding countryside away from the city itself. Seventy-five percent of all constables were on the mage guild payroll, if they couldn't find out what was going on in the city then they forced it from you. All forms of magic were strictly regulated within the city limits, violators usually turned up missing for days only to reappear with memory loss and without the item or spell in question.
Magical explosions erupted from the crater where the guild once stood, sending waves of energy through the streets of Addon. Mass chaos ensued as the people who fled to their homes poured into the streets and those who had not yet made it to their homes, attempted to push themselves through the mass of people. Buildings would melt or turn odd colors, some citizens were turned to stone, others disintegrated outright.
Benat detested the guild and the humanity it represented. Hunting humans was what she did best, and it's what she lived for. Her elvish blood grew elate at the sight of the arrogant human wizard's downfall. Unwilling to help stop the corruption of the ground beneath the city by an ancient vampire, Benat relish in the knowledge that these humans would become nothing more than prey for the hunter.
"Maybe we should collect Maermon before we make a decision?" Benat asks, referring to the other elf in the party who was currently in the elvish temple on the other side of Addon.
"What decision need made? Korg make it! We fight!" Korg, the hill giant cleric of Umtala, yells and strides toward the street outside.
"Wait Korg, we get other pointy eared one, give us more things vampire has to fight." Gronar explains. Korg knew that he could never compete with the intellectual giant that was Gronar.
"OK, Gronar you come up with plan. Pokey you cast big explosion, clear path for Korg." Korg announces
"My good man, I have already explained I am a renown knight from the marshes to the east. No?" Paquito responds, so called Pokey by the giants as for a minotaur he was short in stature and light on attitude.
Gronar watched as Korg's internal wheel clicked in Korg's head, then came to an abrupt stop. "How much Pokey weigh?" Korg asks
"Now I hardly see how that will influence your ability to effectively come up with a plan that renders the masses ineffectual to our flight from this place. No?" Paquito replies
All Korg heard was flight and he had his plan.
"OK we strap keg of ale on back of Pokey, then Pokey carry keg of mead, then Gronar toss Pokey into street, then elfy shoot keg with flaming stick. Is good plan." Korg stood smiling at the dumbfounded faces surrounding him.
"What if keg breaks when Pokey hits street?" Gronar asked. Korg sat and deep in thought as he hadn't thought of that outcome.
"Well, I'm not waiting around while the two of you decide what the best way to serve ox is. I'm heading back to my temple, and then I'm getting out of here." With that Benat heads into the crowed chaotic street.
"Oh please madam, do not leave me here with these brutes. I'll help you reach your temple. No? For I am the great Paquito Flacido ruler of the Mists of Transparency." Paquito exclaims.
Benat didn't even bother refuting Paquito's claim, she headed out with the minotaur and dwarf in tow.
"Where little ones go?" Korg asked
Gronar shrugged his shoulders and the two giants step out into the street and spot the fleeing trio. They hail them and run them down, taking their respective places at point.
"Gronar take elfy to her friend." Gronar tells Benat.
"Yes, this plan Korg was working on already." Korg announces.
The sound of rushing wind drew their attention back to the mage's guild where they saw a stream of pure darkness shoot from the crater and slash onto the sky like water from a faucet. The darkness coalesced there for a moment and like melting wax, slowly began filling in the horizon. The members of the city watch who were not inside the guild when it collapsed, tried in vain the maintain order within the city. Benat chuckled at the useless attempts by the human constables to restore law, amid all the glorious chaos. Shadows began to fall across the morning streets of Addon, only to be burned away by another careening blast of energy from the destroyed guild.
Another four blocks and the darkness had erased all signs of daylight, giving the town an appearance of dusk. A sonic boom signaled the collapse of the protective wind dome, it would only be a matter of time before the mists began to creep into the city proper. Along with whatever beasts were drooling at the chance to hunt in a defenseless city. The growing darkness seemed almost palpable, as if the darkness itself held some form of will unto itself. Families raced towards the two gates of Addon, figuring they'd take their chances with whatever was waiting outside, than with whatever would soon be waiting inside the city. Benat had no time for the feeble or elderly, forcing her way past the screaming masses and on towards her own temple.
The party stumbles through the thickly packed streets to the elven temple and as they reach the threshold, an overwhelming sense of dread blankets them. Turning they see a large man, a full twelve feet in height and six feet across at the shoulders. Worms and spider writhe and fall off of his decaying form. The stench of freshly dug earth fills the nostrils of the party.
"Get inside the temple, it's consecrated ground!" Benat shouts as the party forces their way into the temple.
The party moves in to take up defensive positions, as a low rolling fog licks at the entrance to the open aired temple. The smell of wet earth fills the reception area of the temple. The head priest emerges from the prayer area with two bodyguards, and the temple's justicar emerges from the treasury and assigns two guards to that door. Looking up, Gronar realizes that this is probably the worst defensible place in the whole city.
Benat hears the footsteps of the creature lumbering to the door, she watches as a large foot wrapped in smoldering filthy cloth, crosses the threshold of the door and steps into the room. A sick sizzling sound of flesh burning erupts from where the foot touches the floor as wisps of black smoke raise off of it's foot. It's huge frame has to turn sideways to get through the door frame. The natural light given off by specially grown moss and cultivated by the elves, grows dim and sickly. The shadows the light gives off seem to take on twisted versions of the people they emanate from.
The creature makes no sound as it rushes Korg, swinging a large mace. It connects with the giant's body, and sends Korg careening into Gronar knocking both giants prone.
"Eek! So much for your temple's powerful warding elf. Today is a good day to die. No?" Paquito says to the elf.
"I'm touched you guys came for me, but did you have to bring that with you?" Maermon asks, moving out from behind an elm tree his was studying under.
Books cowers under a large elm tree, feeling very alone in this elvish place of worship. The elven head priest casts searing light but fails to hit the undead giant. Paquito looks around to see if anyone is paying him any attention, satisfied that he will be unseen, he casts disrupt undead and watches as little pieces of unlife flake off the creature, and dissipate. The beast hardly seems to notice, intent on causing as much destruction as it possibly can.
The elven justicar charges the beast, and gets swatted away by the undead thing, landing behind the giant and outside the temple.
"No, Gronar not hungry. Gronar scared." The giant replies
"Look!" Benat shouts as the mage guild, a huge edifice that covers a four block square area, sinks into it's foundation. It slowly disappears behind the buildings blocking the view from across the street.
"Good riddance I tell ye, ne'er did like dem pointy hats much anyways." Books, a dwarf so named because of his all consuming love of the printed word, announces as another rumble shakes the temple of Umtala. Like a child shaking a present, the walls begin to crack and the tiles on the floor shows signs of separating.
The mage guild has been elevated to city overseer, after finding a way to keep the magical mists that plague the surrounding countryside away from the city itself. Seventy-five percent of all constables were on the mage guild payroll, if they couldn't find out what was going on in the city then they forced it from you. All forms of magic were strictly regulated within the city limits, violators usually turned up missing for days only to reappear with memory loss and without the item or spell in question.
Magical explosions erupted from the crater where the guild once stood, sending waves of energy through the streets of Addon. Mass chaos ensued as the people who fled to their homes poured into the streets and those who had not yet made it to their homes, attempted to push themselves through the mass of people. Buildings would melt or turn odd colors, some citizens were turned to stone, others disintegrated outright.
Benat detested the guild and the humanity it represented. Hunting humans was what she did best, and it's what she lived for. Her elvish blood grew elate at the sight of the arrogant human wizard's downfall. Unwilling to help stop the corruption of the ground beneath the city by an ancient vampire, Benat relish in the knowledge that these humans would become nothing more than prey for the hunter.
"Maybe we should collect Maermon before we make a decision?" Benat asks, referring to the other elf in the party who was currently in the elvish temple on the other side of Addon.
"What decision need made? Korg make it! We fight!" Korg, the hill giant cleric of Umtala, yells and strides toward the street outside.
"Wait Korg, we get other pointy eared one, give us more things vampire has to fight." Gronar explains. Korg knew that he could never compete with the intellectual giant that was Gronar.
"OK, Gronar you come up with plan. Pokey you cast big explosion, clear path for Korg." Korg announces
"My good man, I have already explained I am a renown knight from the marshes to the east. No?" Paquito responds, so called Pokey by the giants as for a minotaur he was short in stature and light on attitude.
Gronar watched as Korg's internal wheel clicked in Korg's head, then came to an abrupt stop. "How much Pokey weigh?" Korg asks
"Now I hardly see how that will influence your ability to effectively come up with a plan that renders the masses ineffectual to our flight from this place. No?" Paquito replies
All Korg heard was flight and he had his plan.
"OK we strap keg of ale on back of Pokey, then Pokey carry keg of mead, then Gronar toss Pokey into street, then elfy shoot keg with flaming stick. Is good plan." Korg stood smiling at the dumbfounded faces surrounding him.
"What if keg breaks when Pokey hits street?" Gronar asked. Korg sat and deep in thought as he hadn't thought of that outcome.
"Well, I'm not waiting around while the two of you decide what the best way to serve ox is. I'm heading back to my temple, and then I'm getting out of here." With that Benat heads into the crowed chaotic street.
"Oh please madam, do not leave me here with these brutes. I'll help you reach your temple. No? For I am the great Paquito Flacido ruler of the Mists of Transparency." Paquito exclaims.
Benat didn't even bother refuting Paquito's claim, she headed out with the minotaur and dwarf in tow.
"Where little ones go?" Korg asked
Gronar shrugged his shoulders and the two giants step out into the street and spot the fleeing trio. They hail them and run them down, taking their respective places at point.
"Gronar take elfy to her friend." Gronar tells Benat.
"Yes, this plan Korg was working on already." Korg announces.
The sound of rushing wind drew their attention back to the mage's guild where they saw a stream of pure darkness shoot from the crater and slash onto the sky like water from a faucet. The darkness coalesced there for a moment and like melting wax, slowly began filling in the horizon. The members of the city watch who were not inside the guild when it collapsed, tried in vain the maintain order within the city. Benat chuckled at the useless attempts by the human constables to restore law, amid all the glorious chaos. Shadows began to fall across the morning streets of Addon, only to be burned away by another careening blast of energy from the destroyed guild.
Another four blocks and the darkness had erased all signs of daylight, giving the town an appearance of dusk. A sonic boom signaled the collapse of the protective wind dome, it would only be a matter of time before the mists began to creep into the city proper. Along with whatever beasts were drooling at the chance to hunt in a defenseless city. The growing darkness seemed almost palpable, as if the darkness itself held some form of will unto itself. Families raced towards the two gates of Addon, figuring they'd take their chances with whatever was waiting outside, than with whatever would soon be waiting inside the city. Benat had no time for the feeble or elderly, forcing her way past the screaming masses and on towards her own temple.
The party stumbles through the thickly packed streets to the elven temple and as they reach the threshold, an overwhelming sense of dread blankets them. Turning they see a large man, a full twelve feet in height and six feet across at the shoulders. Worms and spider writhe and fall off of his decaying form. The stench of freshly dug earth fills the nostrils of the party.
"Get inside the temple, it's consecrated ground!" Benat shouts as the party forces their way into the temple.
The party moves in to take up defensive positions, as a low rolling fog licks at the entrance to the open aired temple. The smell of wet earth fills the reception area of the temple. The head priest emerges from the prayer area with two bodyguards, and the temple's justicar emerges from the treasury and assigns two guards to that door. Looking up, Gronar realizes that this is probably the worst defensible place in the whole city.
Benat hears the footsteps of the creature lumbering to the door, she watches as a large foot wrapped in smoldering filthy cloth, crosses the threshold of the door and steps into the room. A sick sizzling sound of flesh burning erupts from where the foot touches the floor as wisps of black smoke raise off of it's foot. It's huge frame has to turn sideways to get through the door frame. The natural light given off by specially grown moss and cultivated by the elves, grows dim and sickly. The shadows the light gives off seem to take on twisted versions of the people they emanate from.
The creature makes no sound as it rushes Korg, swinging a large mace. It connects with the giant's body, and sends Korg careening into Gronar knocking both giants prone.
"Eek! So much for your temple's powerful warding elf. Today is a good day to die. No?" Paquito says to the elf.
"I'm touched you guys came for me, but did you have to bring that with you?" Maermon asks, moving out from behind an elm tree his was studying under.
Books cowers under a large elm tree, feeling very alone in this elvish place of worship. The elven head priest casts searing light but fails to hit the undead giant. Paquito looks around to see if anyone is paying him any attention, satisfied that he will be unseen, he casts disrupt undead and watches as little pieces of unlife flake off the creature, and dissipate. The beast hardly seems to notice, intent on causing as much destruction as it possibly can.
The elven justicar charges the beast, and gets swatted away by the undead thing, landing behind the giant and outside the temple.
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