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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1783185" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p>Paquito found a nice quiet spot to stretch out on the ground, he takes out the books he garnered from the elven mages, and begins to skim the chapters looking for something interesting. His mind began to daydream about how pretty the school would look on fire, and how puny the giants would be once he fulfilled his physical destiny. He shuddered and broke himself off of the waking dream. Paquito often found his dreams became twisted whenever he allowed himself to relax. His knew he was different, his father never failed to point that fact out. Never content to play 'gore the human' or 'chicken' with his siblings, his fathered had always commented that Paquito was not sired by him.</p><p></p><p>Once after Paquito had taken the test of maturity, Paquito had a vision of a huge minotaur it's horns dripped blood. It's hair coarse and black, but the eyes, Paquito would never forget the eyes that looked on Paquito with approval. It snorted a brown noxious cloud of filth at Paquito, and told him one day, when he was ready, his real father would show him the maze of all beginning. Paquito left that day, and has never stopped searching for his real lineage. </p><p></p><p>Benat and Maermon go to sell the magical plate armor they gained back in Addon, after agreeing to sell for 3,000gp the elves leave to find the giants and Paquito to divvy up the gold. Maermon takes the giant's shares and Benat takes Paquito's and they split up. Benat finds Paquito beneath a wide oak tree with an open book in his lap and his attention on a particular vine tracing it's way up the oak's bark. </p><p></p><p>Upon noticing the elf's approach, Paquito quickly hides the book and turns his attention to Benat.</p><p></p><p>"Reading anything good?" Benat asks</p><p></p><p>"It is good to understand one's surroundings. No?" Paquito answers</p><p></p><p>"Yes, very wise. Anyway here is your take of the plate armor." Benat holds out a leather purse for Paquito.</p><p></p><p>"No" Paquito replies shaking his head and putting his hand up, "I was not present when you obtained it, it would not be right for me to partake of the spoils. No?" </p><p></p><p>"Very well, more for me." Benat answers and walks off singing an elven song of victory.</p><p></p><p>Paquito watched the female elf traipse off and a wry smile formed on his bovine lips, almost a sneer. "Wealth is only measured by the want of others, that makes me far wealthier than you'll ever be fey." Paquito whispers to himself.</p><p></p><p>"You sell pile of metal junk for that much?" Gronar asks Maermon, who nods affirmatively. "Gronar think there more junk in one of these pouches." Gronar says as he searches through his numerous sacks and pouches. </p><p></p><p>"Here, you sell this. It metal junk too." Gronar says handing the useless Godblade to Maermon.</p><p></p><p>"What the heck is this? It looks like you pulled this out of the back end of a vampire. I wouldn't touch it, let alone try to sell it." Maermon responds.</p><p></p><p>Gronar's brow furls and he decides to put it back it the sack he pulled it out of. </p><p></p><p>"What elves want to do now? Gronar ready to kill something!" Gronar shouts</p><p></p><p>"I think Benat was going to ply the tavern one last night, I'm going to try and get this ring identified." Maermon answers</p><p></p><p>"Ughhh, fine Gronar wait one last night, then start killing elfs out of boredom." Gronar replied</p><p></p><p>Maermon learns that the bone ring, that the group procured from the dead body of an assassin, allows for the maker of the ring to remote sense through the wearer's eyes. Benat takes her cloak to the elven temple, they tell her that the cloth is of an ancient drow make, and is well over ten generations old (elven generations being 250 years), and that it is a cloak of resistance +3. That night Benat returns to the tavern and once again is begged to tell her short dwarven story, this time however a young elf approaches her after the story and asks for all kinds of specifics on the dwarf's anatomy, beard length, attitude, combat prowess. The two elves discuss the dwarf in length through most of the night. Benat learns the elf's name is Nameroc and he is a druid, she inquires as to the nature of the kobold problem the town is having. </p><p></p><p>"They're a nuisance to be sure, however the real problem is that the forest moves." Nameroc tells Benat</p><p></p><p>"What? I know it's late and all but I think you must be drinking something other than water." Benat replies.</p><p></p><p>"It's true, the trees are never in the same place they were from the day before, we think most of our scouting parties get lost and then get picked off one by one." Nameroc explains</p><p></p><p>"Hmm, I've got a couple of dumb giants in tow. These trees, am I correct in assuming they're pretty big?" Benat asks. "Perhaps you should explain this to them." Benat hoped that after hearing about this problem, the giants will want to remain here for a while longer instead of moving on to more civilized lands. </p><p></p><p>"I'd love to." Nameroc agrees. "By the way, you're not.... you know.... bonded are you?" </p><p></p><p>"I've been on a ship for thirteen out of seventeen weeks do you think I've had any time to meet any elves?" Benat replies</p><p></p><p>"Well, I only assumed you were since you traveled with the other clan brother, I believe Maermon is his name?" Nameroc asks</p><p></p><p>"Bah, I think he's been around humans too long, Helion gave him directions to the elven magic school and the guy squirmed trying to figure out which tree was an oak, it was pathetic to watch." Benat answers</p><p></p><p>The two make their way to the antsy giants, and explain what Nameroc knows of the kobolds. </p><p></p><p>"Heh, kobolds easy to kill, Gronar agree to squish them." Gronar announces</p><p></p><p>"Moving trees eh? Mayhaps you elves aren't really that survival savvy after all. No?" Paquito interjects "I think I should like to see these magical pillars of moving wood. I agree to let the giants squish the kobolds. No?" </p><p></p><p>"I too agree to let the giants squish the kobolds" Maermon chimes in</p><p></p><p>"What about you Nameroc, you up for the challenge?" Benat asks</p><p></p><p>"I go where ever your lovely form graces the ground where I was raised." Nameroc replies</p><p></p><p>"Wait, Korg not like this adding elf. That make two elfs in group and that more than giants." Korg protests, holding up four fingers as Benat rolls her eyes at Nameroc.</p><p></p><p>"No, it's good Korg, more ammunition for Gronar if we run out of rocks." Gronar says</p><p></p><p>"You so smart Gronar, ok Korg agree." Korg answers</p><p></p><p>"Sir Nameroc, surely you have heard of the great beastmaster Paquito. No?" Paquito inquires </p><p></p><p>"Why no, I have not. Please tell me of your exploits." Nameroc pleaded</p><p></p><p>"Ignore him, he's full of bull." Benat says</p><p></p><p>"Maybe Nameroc you know of a minotaur enclave nearby?" Paquito asks</p><p></p><p>"Why?" Benat interrupts</p><p></p><p>"Because the great Paquito is not yet full of bull. That is why he needs to find some minotrices. No?" Paquito responds</p><p></p><p>"You're disgusting!" Benat protests</p><p></p><p>"Or maybe your tribe would like some sheep sheared. No?" Paquito asks Nameroc</p><p></p><p>"Maybe, I can check." Nameroc responds</p><p></p><p>"No no no no! Come along, we're leaving now!" Benat announces</p><p></p><p>"Psst, hey pokey if you shave sheep, Korg need new boots." Korg nudges Paquito and gives him a thumbs up.</p><p></p><p>"Sure, whatever the giant wants. No?" Paquito smiles</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 1783185, member: 11574"] Paquito found a nice quiet spot to stretch out on the ground, he takes out the books he garnered from the elven mages, and begins to skim the chapters looking for something interesting. His mind began to daydream about how pretty the school would look on fire, and how puny the giants would be once he fulfilled his physical destiny. He shuddered and broke himself off of the waking dream. Paquito often found his dreams became twisted whenever he allowed himself to relax. His knew he was different, his father never failed to point that fact out. Never content to play 'gore the human' or 'chicken' with his siblings, his fathered had always commented that Paquito was not sired by him. Once after Paquito had taken the test of maturity, Paquito had a vision of a huge minotaur it's horns dripped blood. It's hair coarse and black, but the eyes, Paquito would never forget the eyes that looked on Paquito with approval. It snorted a brown noxious cloud of filth at Paquito, and told him one day, when he was ready, his real father would show him the maze of all beginning. Paquito left that day, and has never stopped searching for his real lineage. Benat and Maermon go to sell the magical plate armor they gained back in Addon, after agreeing to sell for 3,000gp the elves leave to find the giants and Paquito to divvy up the gold. Maermon takes the giant's shares and Benat takes Paquito's and they split up. Benat finds Paquito beneath a wide oak tree with an open book in his lap and his attention on a particular vine tracing it's way up the oak's bark. Upon noticing the elf's approach, Paquito quickly hides the book and turns his attention to Benat. "Reading anything good?" Benat asks "It is good to understand one's surroundings. No?" Paquito answers "Yes, very wise. Anyway here is your take of the plate armor." Benat holds out a leather purse for Paquito. "No" Paquito replies shaking his head and putting his hand up, "I was not present when you obtained it, it would not be right for me to partake of the spoils. No?" "Very well, more for me." Benat answers and walks off singing an elven song of victory. Paquito watched the female elf traipse off and a wry smile formed on his bovine lips, almost a sneer. "Wealth is only measured by the want of others, that makes me far wealthier than you'll ever be fey." Paquito whispers to himself. "You sell pile of metal junk for that much?" Gronar asks Maermon, who nods affirmatively. "Gronar think there more junk in one of these pouches." Gronar says as he searches through his numerous sacks and pouches. "Here, you sell this. It metal junk too." Gronar says handing the useless Godblade to Maermon. "What the heck is this? It looks like you pulled this out of the back end of a vampire. I wouldn't touch it, let alone try to sell it." Maermon responds. Gronar's brow furls and he decides to put it back it the sack he pulled it out of. "What elves want to do now? Gronar ready to kill something!" Gronar shouts "I think Benat was going to ply the tavern one last night, I'm going to try and get this ring identified." Maermon answers "Ughhh, fine Gronar wait one last night, then start killing elfs out of boredom." Gronar replied Maermon learns that the bone ring, that the group procured from the dead body of an assassin, allows for the maker of the ring to remote sense through the wearer's eyes. Benat takes her cloak to the elven temple, they tell her that the cloth is of an ancient drow make, and is well over ten generations old (elven generations being 250 years), and that it is a cloak of resistance +3. That night Benat returns to the tavern and once again is begged to tell her short dwarven story, this time however a young elf approaches her after the story and asks for all kinds of specifics on the dwarf's anatomy, beard length, attitude, combat prowess. The two elves discuss the dwarf in length through most of the night. Benat learns the elf's name is Nameroc and he is a druid, she inquires as to the nature of the kobold problem the town is having. "They're a nuisance to be sure, however the real problem is that the forest moves." Nameroc tells Benat "What? I know it's late and all but I think you must be drinking something other than water." Benat replies. "It's true, the trees are never in the same place they were from the day before, we think most of our scouting parties get lost and then get picked off one by one." Nameroc explains "Hmm, I've got a couple of dumb giants in tow. These trees, am I correct in assuming they're pretty big?" Benat asks. "Perhaps you should explain this to them." Benat hoped that after hearing about this problem, the giants will want to remain here for a while longer instead of moving on to more civilized lands. "I'd love to." Nameroc agrees. "By the way, you're not.... you know.... bonded are you?" "I've been on a ship for thirteen out of seventeen weeks do you think I've had any time to meet any elves?" Benat replies "Well, I only assumed you were since you traveled with the other clan brother, I believe Maermon is his name?" Nameroc asks "Bah, I think he's been around humans too long, Helion gave him directions to the elven magic school and the guy squirmed trying to figure out which tree was an oak, it was pathetic to watch." Benat answers The two make their way to the antsy giants, and explain what Nameroc knows of the kobolds. "Heh, kobolds easy to kill, Gronar agree to squish them." Gronar announces "Moving trees eh? Mayhaps you elves aren't really that survival savvy after all. No?" Paquito interjects "I think I should like to see these magical pillars of moving wood. I agree to let the giants squish the kobolds. No?" "I too agree to let the giants squish the kobolds" Maermon chimes in "What about you Nameroc, you up for the challenge?" Benat asks "I go where ever your lovely form graces the ground where I was raised." Nameroc replies "Wait, Korg not like this adding elf. That make two elfs in group and that more than giants." Korg protests, holding up four fingers as Benat rolls her eyes at Nameroc. "No, it's good Korg, more ammunition for Gronar if we run out of rocks." Gronar says "You so smart Gronar, ok Korg agree." Korg answers "Sir Nameroc, surely you have heard of the great beastmaster Paquito. No?" Paquito inquires "Why no, I have not. Please tell me of your exploits." Nameroc pleaded "Ignore him, he's full of bull." Benat says "Maybe Nameroc you know of a minotaur enclave nearby?" Paquito asks "Why?" Benat interrupts "Because the great Paquito is not yet full of bull. That is why he needs to find some minotrices. No?" Paquito responds "You're disgusting!" Benat protests "Or maybe your tribe would like some sheep sheared. No?" Paquito asks Nameroc "Maybe, I can check." Nameroc responds "No no no no! Come along, we're leaving now!" Benat announces "Psst, hey pokey if you shave sheep, Korg need new boots." Korg nudges Paquito and gives him a thumbs up. "Sure, whatever the giant wants. No?" Paquito smiles [/QUOTE]
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