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<blockquote data-quote="Once a Fool" data-source="post: 2625112" data-attributes="member: 35783"><p><strong>Chapter Five</strong></p><p></p><p>Lo Chi was gone. Ororck had watched her chant some spell after she lit up the fountain. Whatever it did, she stood staring out in shock at all the spiders. Then she faded. Just faded.</p><p></p><p>Now Ororck was alone with the albino spiders. Fine. Ororck was no stranger to solitude. The fountain's water fell over him in waves as the half-orc perfected his new <em>Spider Claw</em> technique.</p><p></p><p>A big man with a broken face went by, carrying a littler man over his shoulder. Toward the big doors. Toward outside.</p><p></p><p>The elf went by, pricking spiders with her stick-sword, leading another man. Toward the big doors. Toward outside.</p><p></p><p>Ororck knew what to do, now. He had to find Khan.</p><p></p><p>Khan was a half-orc, same as Ororck. Older. Much more a drunkard. He had once been Burning Fist, same as Ororck.</p><p></p><p><em>Burning Fist dead, now.</em></p><p></p><p>No time for reflection. Ororck dashed up the wide stairs, hollow echoes following him. Homes on this level. And a temple. Into the temple.</p><p></p><p>The temple was empty. Devoid of trappings, of worshippers, of spiders, of all. An empty temple.</p><p></p><p>Ororck ran through the alleys, shouting for Khan until his voice gave. No people. No Khan.</p><p></p><p>The next level had smaller homes, once had had the feel of familial life. Only spiders, now.</p><p></p><p>On the top level, tomorrow's festival was now a playground for the white swarm. No people anywhere. Perhaps a thorough search...</p><p></p><p>When scattered mounds of white begain to rise from the sea of spiders, to take on humanoid form, and, as quickly, to collapse again, Ororck's mind was made up. He did not search thoroughly for survivors. He forgot about Khan. Ororck ran.</p><p></p><p>Ororck ran down to the second level. The temple. Yes. That would be the place. He hefted a clay bottle Khan had given him. Pulled out the stopper. Drank.</p><p></p><p><em>Fire in his stomach, his chest, his vomit...</em></p><p></p><p>Ororck grinned a jagged half-orc grin. He was breathing fire.</p><p></p><p>At the last second, however, Ororck had a change of heart and refrained from burning the empty temple. Instead, he set fire to someone's home.</p><p></p><p>The sound of horse's hoves galloping across wooden floors echoed from one of the stairways and Evangeline appeared atop her white, tasty-looking horse. Curiously, the spiders seemed to avoid the animal.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: white">"Have you searched for survivors, Ororck?"</span></p><p></p><p>Ororck had difficulty with the clumsy common trade-tongue and the elf had never taken the time to understand orcish.</p><p></p><p>Even so, Ororck would have thought that yelling out, "NO!" clearly meant, "I'm setting fire to this whole place; I wouldn't advise going up, if I were you."</p><p></p><p>The elf apparently misunderstood him; she went up.</p><p></p><p>Ororck went down, spitting up fire as he went.</p><p></p><p><em>Almost to the door...</em></p><p></p><p>Immediately to his right, the spiders began to climb onto each other, to jump, to rise. Taller. Broader. Arms. Legs. Then, gone, a pile of spiders, again.</p><p></p><p>Ororck's spider-bites were beginning to itch. To <em>really</em> itch.</p><p></p><p>He burst through the doorway, into the morning's light...and disappeared.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Once a Fool, post: 2625112, member: 35783"] [b]Chapter Five[/b] Lo Chi was gone. Ororck had watched her chant some spell after she lit up the fountain. Whatever it did, she stood staring out in shock at all the spiders. Then she faded. Just faded. Now Ororck was alone with the albino spiders. Fine. Ororck was no stranger to solitude. The fountain's water fell over him in waves as the half-orc perfected his new [i]Spider Claw[/i] technique. A big man with a broken face went by, carrying a littler man over his shoulder. Toward the big doors. Toward outside. The elf went by, pricking spiders with her stick-sword, leading another man. Toward the big doors. Toward outside. Ororck knew what to do, now. He had to find Khan. Khan was a half-orc, same as Ororck. Older. Much more a drunkard. He had once been Burning Fist, same as Ororck. [i]Burning Fist dead, now.[/i] No time for reflection. Ororck dashed up the wide stairs, hollow echoes following him. Homes on this level. And a temple. Into the temple. The temple was empty. Devoid of trappings, of worshippers, of spiders, of all. An empty temple. Ororck ran through the alleys, shouting for Khan until his voice gave. No people. No Khan. The next level had smaller homes, once had had the feel of familial life. Only spiders, now. On the top level, tomorrow's festival was now a playground for the white swarm. No people anywhere. Perhaps a thorough search... When scattered mounds of white begain to rise from the sea of spiders, to take on humanoid form, and, as quickly, to collapse again, Ororck's mind was made up. He did not search thoroughly for survivors. He forgot about Khan. Ororck ran. Ororck ran down to the second level. The temple. Yes. That would be the place. He hefted a clay bottle Khan had given him. Pulled out the stopper. Drank. [i]Fire in his stomach, his chest, his vomit...[/i] Ororck grinned a jagged half-orc grin. He was breathing fire. At the last second, however, Ororck had a change of heart and refrained from burning the empty temple. Instead, he set fire to someone's home. The sound of horse's hoves galloping across wooden floors echoed from one of the stairways and Evangeline appeared atop her white, tasty-looking horse. Curiously, the spiders seemed to avoid the animal. [color=white]"Have you searched for survivors, Ororck?"[/color] Ororck had difficulty with the clumsy common trade-tongue and the elf had never taken the time to understand orcish. Even so, Ororck would have thought that yelling out, "NO!" clearly meant, "I'm setting fire to this whole place; I wouldn't advise going up, if I were you." The elf apparently misunderstood him; she went up. Ororck went down, spitting up fire as he went. [i]Almost to the door...[/i] Immediately to his right, the spiders began to climb onto each other, to jump, to rise. Taller. Broader. Arms. Legs. Then, gone, a pile of spiders, again. Ororck's spider-bites were beginning to itch. To [i]really[/i] itch. He burst through the doorway, into the morning's light...and disappeared. [/QUOTE]
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