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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1902644" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>The idea comes to un-fruition</strong></p><p></p><p>As party waits out Nameroc's service to the temple, Benat reminds the primarch that there is still a traitor about and only finding it will bring peace to the town. Benat tells the primarch about the evil shrine in the minotaur maze, and the primarch agrees that it should be dealt with. He informs Benat that he will send a contingent to the maze to research the best way to remove the altar without angering a powerful devil in the process. He also informs Benat that an opening has presented itself in the temple's Order of the Bow, and that if she is still insistent upon joining as an initiate, then she will need to make a decision very soon. </p><p></p><p>After waiting out in town for three days, the party heads off to the northeast. After eight miles, the ground becomes noticeably wetter and the foliage begins to become sparser. The air fills with a humid mist, the sun is still readily visible through the moisture, but making out details over a half mile away is difficult. The soft pliable ground easily shows Benat that the party is on the right track, as dozens of elven boot prints cover the terrain ahead of the party. </p><p></p><p>Korg stops and takes off his boots, for the chance to squish the soft mud through his toes.</p><p></p><p>"Hee hee, Korg likes squishy toes." The giant says sloshing through the mud</p><p></p><p>"Ooh, Gronar make mud angel." The hill giant plops backwards in the mud and begins waving his arms and legs through the soaked ground.</p><p></p><p>"What's the matter Paquito?" Nameroc asks</p><p></p><p>"I do not have toes with which to feel the mud. No?" Paquito replies</p><p></p><p>"Trust me it's not the great of a feeling. Besides with all that hair on you, you should worry about fleas, ticks, or leeches." Nameroc tells the minotaur</p><p></p><p>"Leeches? Gross, you should have informed me of this possibility prior to us leaving Mirwood. No? An archmage of my reputation should not have to be trifled with removing such disgusting creatures from his person. No?" What should I do if locked in a battle with such fearsome foes?" Paquito asks</p><p></p><p>"Try <em>magic missile</em>, but for the really dug in deep ones, I'd go for <em>spiritual weapon</em>." Benat chimes in</p><p></p><p>"Now you are just mocking me. No?" Paquito answers</p><p></p><p>"Surely you jest, for I am not one to mock the only mockery of a jester that has ever bother to refrain from committing suicide." Benat snaps back, as Paquito snorts and stomps off into the glades</p><p></p><p>"What elfy say?" Korg asks Gronar</p><p></p><p>"Elfy say she go kill herself." Gronar replied</p><p></p><p>"Korg want to see that!" The hill giant replies, as he removes himself from the sticky mud and hurries next to Benat</p><p></p><p>"What?" Benat asks as the leering visage of Korg looks down upon her</p><p></p><p>"Korg waiting for elfy to kill self." Korg replies</p><p></p><p>After an expletive filled reply, Benat takes to the air with her winged boots, and flies out ahead of the party. After another hour of flying, she spies a line of elven warriors in marsh below, and flies down to have a little chat with them.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the party finds the terrain getting increasingly difficult to maneuver through, as the water level rises so do the number of insects. The constant droning quickly replaces the smell of rotting vegetation as the most annoying thing thus far on the journey. Another two hours however, and the party has also reached the elven line of warriors.</p><p></p><p>Benat fills the part in on what the warriors know, they know the ogre and treant are trapped about 3 miles in. They suspect the crocodile in in there as well. The treant is on a mud hill and hasn't moved in two days, the marsh is mostly water where the treant is at, and all attempts by the elves to get close have met with failure.</p><p></p><p>"Failure, or death?" Paquito asks</p><p></p><p>"Both." Is Benat's reply</p><p></p><p>"So, what's your big idea?" Finrod asks</p><p></p><p>"Paquito, give me your horrid rock." Benat asks</p><p></p><p>"Please?" Paquito asks, awaiting the same response from Benat, who only stares at him coldly. "Alright, fine. Here." Paquito hands over the rock</p><p></p><p>Benat takes to the air once again, and flies out towards the last known location of the treant. Benat notices the already sparse vegetation almost becomes nonexistent. Small bushes that had covered a lot of the ground when they entered the marsh, have become stunted piles of dead twigs. Even the trees which were lush and green at the beginning of the marsh, have turned their leaves a dark green almost black color, and those are just the ones which have leaves. Most of the trees are barren, looking more like the last standing remnants of a huge fire. Black and twisted bark, and branches that seemed to have struggled to grow as much as they did. </p><p></p><p>The size of the mud mounds have decreased to only a few feet across every ten feet or so. Most of the terrain below her is water now, Benat realizes it would be very easy to hide a giant crocodile in these waters. She makes a note not to land on any of the smaller mud islands. </p><p></p><p>Had this been any normal marsh, Benat would've completely missed it, but having seen nothing green for most of the day, the huge tree with emerald green leaves perched on a hill of mud up ahead, signaled to Benat that she had found her quarry. Benat swoops in low, flying only a couple feet off of the water. She spots a small hill about eighty feet from the treant and alights on it's gooey surface.</p><p></p><p>"Leave my trees alone!" a voice booms through the air, even the water ripples under the sound</p><p></p><p>"Are you talking to me?" Benat yells back</p><p></p><p>"Leave my trees alone!" the same response hammers it's way through the marsh</p><p></p><p>"Is someone hurting your trees? I don't understand. Do you want me to leave?" Benat asks the treant</p><p></p><p>No response comes from the treant, instead the tree appears to shiver, and then rise up out of the mud. A full thirty feet of wood pulls itself up from the mud, and Benat can make out the two elongated branches the plant uses as it's arms. The arms circle around to point at Benat, and she hears a soft sound like a short whispered blast of air. Then two long splinters pierce through her elven chain shirt, and sink into her abdomen. Benat yanks the splinters out, then takes to flight once again, climbing as fast as she can. Another splinter sinks into the flesh of her left calf, three hundred feet above the treant, Benat takes out Paquito's horrid rock and drops it.</p><p></p><p>The rock hits, and instantly the view is greatly improved as the mist surrounding the impact site is evaporated. The water level sinks to a trickle, the tops of the mud hills dry up and give a parched earth look. Then the giant green tree turns a light brown in color, as all of it's leaves are deprived of water. A few seconds later, the giant tree comes crashing down into the muck. </p><p></p><p>Benat flies down to the treant and looks it over making sure it's dead, she then waits for her companions to wade through the mud and water. The marsh quickly refills the lowered water level in the area of the blast, and the mist slowly seeps back in from the surrounding swamp. Benat spots an very unusual feature on the treant, a vein of an orangish-white metal runs up the back of the treant, through the bark from it's leg up to the middle of it's back. Benat shows this to the party once they arrive.</p><p></p><p>"How do we get this back to Mirwood?" Nameroc asks</p><p></p><p>Gronar takes out his sword, and chops off every branch, arm, and leg of the treant. "There, tree easy to drag now." Gronar answers</p><p></p><p>"Shh, did you hear that?" Finrod asks</p><p></p><p>"No, you're just hearing things. Calm down." Benat replies</p><p></p><p>"No, I thought I heard something splash into the water." Finrod answers</p><p></p><p>"Don't you think we'd all have heard it?" Benat tells the older elf</p><p></p><p>"Hey, what's that?" Nameroc asks as the party looks towards a nearby mud hill and sees the tell tale signs of something big in the water, dragging a wake behind it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 1902644, member: 11574"] [b]The idea comes to un-fruition[/b] As party waits out Nameroc's service to the temple, Benat reminds the primarch that there is still a traitor about and only finding it will bring peace to the town. Benat tells the primarch about the evil shrine in the minotaur maze, and the primarch agrees that it should be dealt with. He informs Benat that he will send a contingent to the maze to research the best way to remove the altar without angering a powerful devil in the process. He also informs Benat that an opening has presented itself in the temple's Order of the Bow, and that if she is still insistent upon joining as an initiate, then she will need to make a decision very soon. After waiting out in town for three days, the party heads off to the northeast. After eight miles, the ground becomes noticeably wetter and the foliage begins to become sparser. The air fills with a humid mist, the sun is still readily visible through the moisture, but making out details over a half mile away is difficult. The soft pliable ground easily shows Benat that the party is on the right track, as dozens of elven boot prints cover the terrain ahead of the party. Korg stops and takes off his boots, for the chance to squish the soft mud through his toes. "Hee hee, Korg likes squishy toes." The giant says sloshing through the mud "Ooh, Gronar make mud angel." The hill giant plops backwards in the mud and begins waving his arms and legs through the soaked ground. "What's the matter Paquito?" Nameroc asks "I do not have toes with which to feel the mud. No?" Paquito replies "Trust me it's not the great of a feeling. Besides with all that hair on you, you should worry about fleas, ticks, or leeches." Nameroc tells the minotaur "Leeches? Gross, you should have informed me of this possibility prior to us leaving Mirwood. No? An archmage of my reputation should not have to be trifled with removing such disgusting creatures from his person. No?" What should I do if locked in a battle with such fearsome foes?" Paquito asks "Try [I]magic missile[/I], but for the really dug in deep ones, I'd go for [I]spiritual weapon[/I]." Benat chimes in "Now you are just mocking me. No?" Paquito answers "Surely you jest, for I am not one to mock the only mockery of a jester that has ever bother to refrain from committing suicide." Benat snaps back, as Paquito snorts and stomps off into the glades "What elfy say?" Korg asks Gronar "Elfy say she go kill herself." Gronar replied "Korg want to see that!" The hill giant replies, as he removes himself from the sticky mud and hurries next to Benat "What?" Benat asks as the leering visage of Korg looks down upon her "Korg waiting for elfy to kill self." Korg replies After an expletive filled reply, Benat takes to the air with her winged boots, and flies out ahead of the party. After another hour of flying, she spies a line of elven warriors in marsh below, and flies down to have a little chat with them. The rest of the party finds the terrain getting increasingly difficult to maneuver through, as the water level rises so do the number of insects. The constant droning quickly replaces the smell of rotting vegetation as the most annoying thing thus far on the journey. Another two hours however, and the party has also reached the elven line of warriors. Benat fills the part in on what the warriors know, they know the ogre and treant are trapped about 3 miles in. They suspect the crocodile in in there as well. The treant is on a mud hill and hasn't moved in two days, the marsh is mostly water where the treant is at, and all attempts by the elves to get close have met with failure. "Failure, or death?" Paquito asks "Both." Is Benat's reply "So, what's your big idea?" Finrod asks "Paquito, give me your horrid rock." Benat asks "Please?" Paquito asks, awaiting the same response from Benat, who only stares at him coldly. "Alright, fine. Here." Paquito hands over the rock Benat takes to the air once again, and flies out towards the last known location of the treant. Benat notices the already sparse vegetation almost becomes nonexistent. Small bushes that had covered a lot of the ground when they entered the marsh, have become stunted piles of dead twigs. Even the trees which were lush and green at the beginning of the marsh, have turned their leaves a dark green almost black color, and those are just the ones which have leaves. Most of the trees are barren, looking more like the last standing remnants of a huge fire. Black and twisted bark, and branches that seemed to have struggled to grow as much as they did. The size of the mud mounds have decreased to only a few feet across every ten feet or so. Most of the terrain below her is water now, Benat realizes it would be very easy to hide a giant crocodile in these waters. She makes a note not to land on any of the smaller mud islands. Had this been any normal marsh, Benat would've completely missed it, but having seen nothing green for most of the day, the huge tree with emerald green leaves perched on a hill of mud up ahead, signaled to Benat that she had found her quarry. Benat swoops in low, flying only a couple feet off of the water. She spots a small hill about eighty feet from the treant and alights on it's gooey surface. "Leave my trees alone!" a voice booms through the air, even the water ripples under the sound "Are you talking to me?" Benat yells back "Leave my trees alone!" the same response hammers it's way through the marsh "Is someone hurting your trees? I don't understand. Do you want me to leave?" Benat asks the treant No response comes from the treant, instead the tree appears to shiver, and then rise up out of the mud. A full thirty feet of wood pulls itself up from the mud, and Benat can make out the two elongated branches the plant uses as it's arms. The arms circle around to point at Benat, and she hears a soft sound like a short whispered blast of air. Then two long splinters pierce through her elven chain shirt, and sink into her abdomen. Benat yanks the splinters out, then takes to flight once again, climbing as fast as she can. Another splinter sinks into the flesh of her left calf, three hundred feet above the treant, Benat takes out Paquito's horrid rock and drops it. The rock hits, and instantly the view is greatly improved as the mist surrounding the impact site is evaporated. The water level sinks to a trickle, the tops of the mud hills dry up and give a parched earth look. Then the giant green tree turns a light brown in color, as all of it's leaves are deprived of water. A few seconds later, the giant tree comes crashing down into the muck. Benat flies down to the treant and looks it over making sure it's dead, she then waits for her companions to wade through the mud and water. The marsh quickly refills the lowered water level in the area of the blast, and the mist slowly seeps back in from the surrounding swamp. Benat spots an very unusual feature on the treant, a vein of an orangish-white metal runs up the back of the treant, through the bark from it's leg up to the middle of it's back. Benat shows this to the party once they arrive. "How do we get this back to Mirwood?" Nameroc asks Gronar takes out his sword, and chops off every branch, arm, and leg of the treant. "There, tree easy to drag now." Gronar answers "Shh, did you hear that?" Finrod asks "No, you're just hearing things. Calm down." Benat replies "No, I thought I heard something splash into the water." Finrod answers "Don't you think we'd all have heard it?" Benat tells the older elf "Hey, what's that?" Nameroc asks as the party looks towards a nearby mud hill and sees the tell tale signs of something big in the water, dragging a wake behind it. [/QUOTE]
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