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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 4581081" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Resurrection</strong></p><p></p><p>Paquito looked out over the crystal clear river that wound its way through the copse of trees he had called home for a week now. The sun had never been brighter than it was on this plane, the nights never so darker and the life never so greener. Arborea was truly a plane of life and vibrancy, even breathing it the pure air seemed to invigorate the minotaur. He was passed trying to physically get back to his home world, returning magically was beyond his current abilities and those he spoke with on Arborea seemed disinterested with his plight. Caring more for their own hunt than for the cause of one wayward minotaur. </p><p></p><p>He had spent all day watching for signs of yet another hunting party hoping that the next one would have a mage of a power capable of sending him home. The sound of beating hooves drew his attention towards the river as a huge wolf bounded out from the cover of trees on the other side of the river bank. It was followed by several large horses which carried a group of orcs towards their quarry. Paquito stood and raced for the river’s edge, he watched as the orcs drove the wolf into the river. The orcs then pulled up suddenly and parted as they allowed a shaman to come forward, the shaman began intoning a spell as Paquito reached the river a stood at an intercept bearing with the wolf.</p><p></p><p>“Hail travelers! I am Paquito Flaccido and I can help you capture this beast. No?” </p><p></p><p>The orcs seemed confused by Paquito’s presence, but not as much as the wolf which changed its direction and turned to run up river through the water. The huge animal easily bounded through the liquid as the orcs began shouting their objections to this turn of events. The shaman’s spell went off just as the full length of the wolf’s body had passed the minotaur on the river’s edge. A great wave of water more like an open hand of shifting liquid formed at the bank in front of Paquito. The minotaur backed away as the watery hand grew in height to over twenty feet forcing up the water along Paquito’s side. The hand moved away, streaming for the orc’s side of the river. Had the wolf not changed course it would have been swept up and carried over to the orc side. Paquito watched the diminishing figure of the wolf as it raced away to freedom. He then turned back to the disappointed faces of the orcs as they remounted their horses and began to cross the swift moving river. Run was all Paquito could think to do and he took off as fast as he could in the other direction.</p><p></p><p>The minotaur’s leg were great in short bursts of speed for a charge but were ill suited for a long distance chase especially against forty mounted orcs on heavy warhorses. Still Paquito was quite proud when he had managed to get ninety feet ahead of the orcs before they started spurring on their horses in earnest. The orc’s cavalry ran alongside Paquito once they had caught up with him. The orcs were content to let Paquito tire himself out before taking their prey down via their own accord. Once Paquito realized this as well he stopped running and pulled up to conserve what breath he had left.</p><p>“Ho there travelers, out playing with the dogs today. No?”</p><p></p><p>“That was not a very life conserving move you made back there.” An orc spoke up</p><p></p><p>“What? I was merely trying to support your cause of a big dinner with lots of friends. No?”</p><p></p><p>“Your untimely arrival has cost us a fine meal and angered Gruumsh, our god demands retributions be paid.” The orc paused before continuing, “in blood.”</p><p>“Well, who am I to restrict the bloodletting practices of your fine band of horse huggers. No?” </p><p></p><p>“Your blood.” The orc returns</p><p></p><p>“You wouldn’t want my blood. I’ve tasted it before and it has high iron content, tastes like rust. No?”</p><p></p><p>“That is for Gruumsh to decide. Collect the half-boar what Gruumsh does not claim tonight we will dine on.” The orc responds</p><p></p><p>“Now here, this is not…” Paquito was unable to finish his speech as he was clobbered on the back of his head by an iron shovel wielded by an orc behind him.</p><p></p><p>The orcs threw Paquito in a skid and dragged him behind a lone horse with an orc rider. Then band then turned north and rode through a thick forest. Paquito bounced along the ground several times the skiff overturned and dragged the minotaur along face first over the rough ground. This caused the effects of the shovel stun to be short lived as the force of the ground and repeated blows to the front of his head, helped wake the minotaur from his violence induced slumber. </p><p></p><p>As the band slowed down to move more effectively through the thick underbrush of the old growth forest, Paquito seized upon a daring escape plan. As the top of his skid was jarred to the right due to hitting a stone, Paquito threw his weight that way as well and managed to overturn the skid. The rider halted to go back and right the skid. As he did Paquito threw his head back and aimed his mouth at the rope connecting the skid to the horse. The orc bent over to see if there was anything wrong with their captive since his neck was twisted severely. Paquito watched as the rope, horse’s arse, and orc face all came together like a celestial conjunction. The minotaur opened his mouth and loosed a gout of flame engulfing all three images in one blast.</p><p></p><p>The orc reeled backwards and fell on his rump as he pawed at the burnt hair on his face. The rope caught fire quickly and the spooked horse took off as fast as it could. Paquito was dragged another ten feet before the rope failed and the skid deposited Paquito on the ground. The alarm raised, several riders had already turned their horses around and were coming back to see what the commotion was. Paquito worked quickly trying to break free of his bounds before the orcs were upon him.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Sillaqui checked one last time that she had gathered everything she would need before heading for Corridorian’s quarters. The maze mage had found a promising lead on the whereabouts of the tribe’s leader and she wanted to head out as soon as possible. The half-dragon bard twisted the handle to the maze mage’s quarters and pushed the door in, amazed at the large creature that greeted her.</p><p></p><p>“Blue lady go look for Pokey, Korg go too.” The proud giant stated </p><p></p><p>“I fear this mission will be more successful the quicker it can be accomplished and the trampling noise of a hill giant across the landscape will not bring about quiet conditions.” Sillaqui explains</p><p></p><p>“Pokey give Korg purpose after Gronar die. Korg will go find Pokey.” The hill giant counters</p><p></p><p>“I tried to keep him out, but he refused to believe we had left him in charge of the tribe in our absence.” Corridorian explains</p><p></p><p>“Corridorian your magic will be far more beneficial to bringing back Paquito than Korg’s will. I’m sorry Korg but we need you to stay here and watch over the tribe while we’re gone.” Sillaqui responds</p><p></p><p>“Korg no take no from blue lady, Korg have own magic, blue lady think Korg not good enough. Korg show blue lady new tricks.” Korg’s chest swelled with ego.</p><p></p><p>“We all three can’t go, there will be no one to watch over the tribe with any authority.” Sillaqui protests</p><p></p><p>“Korg already know plan, go to where Pokey is, grab Pokey, shove Pokey back through gate, Pokey safe, Korg hero. Korg got the plan.” The hill giant offered</p><p></p><p>As the Arboreal sun melted against the western horizon, a Half-dragon bard and a hill giant cleric were plane shifted next to a mighty river. Below them the hoof prints of dozens of horses fled towards the east.</p><p></p><p>“That way.” Sillaqui pointed to where the hooves were leading them</p><p></p><p>“That way.” Korg said and pointed in the same direction, “because Korg pointing that way.”</p><p></p><p>The bard shook her head and trudged to the east with the hill giant lopping along behind her.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Yep, it's back... I also found some more material from Tharhack's day that I will be posting soon as well for those that liked his story.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 4581081, member: 11574"] [b]Resurrection[/b] Paquito looked out over the crystal clear river that wound its way through the copse of trees he had called home for a week now. The sun had never been brighter than it was on this plane, the nights never so darker and the life never so greener. Arborea was truly a plane of life and vibrancy, even breathing it the pure air seemed to invigorate the minotaur. He was passed trying to physically get back to his home world, returning magically was beyond his current abilities and those he spoke with on Arborea seemed disinterested with his plight. Caring more for their own hunt than for the cause of one wayward minotaur. He had spent all day watching for signs of yet another hunting party hoping that the next one would have a mage of a power capable of sending him home. The sound of beating hooves drew his attention towards the river as a huge wolf bounded out from the cover of trees on the other side of the river bank. It was followed by several large horses which carried a group of orcs towards their quarry. Paquito stood and raced for the river’s edge, he watched as the orcs drove the wolf into the river. The orcs then pulled up suddenly and parted as they allowed a shaman to come forward, the shaman began intoning a spell as Paquito reached the river a stood at an intercept bearing with the wolf. “Hail travelers! I am Paquito Flaccido and I can help you capture this beast. No?” The orcs seemed confused by Paquito’s presence, but not as much as the wolf which changed its direction and turned to run up river through the water. The huge animal easily bounded through the liquid as the orcs began shouting their objections to this turn of events. The shaman’s spell went off just as the full length of the wolf’s body had passed the minotaur on the river’s edge. A great wave of water more like an open hand of shifting liquid formed at the bank in front of Paquito. The minotaur backed away as the watery hand grew in height to over twenty feet forcing up the water along Paquito’s side. The hand moved away, streaming for the orc’s side of the river. Had the wolf not changed course it would have been swept up and carried over to the orc side. Paquito watched the diminishing figure of the wolf as it raced away to freedom. He then turned back to the disappointed faces of the orcs as they remounted their horses and began to cross the swift moving river. Run was all Paquito could think to do and he took off as fast as he could in the other direction. The minotaur’s leg were great in short bursts of speed for a charge but were ill suited for a long distance chase especially against forty mounted orcs on heavy warhorses. Still Paquito was quite proud when he had managed to get ninety feet ahead of the orcs before they started spurring on their horses in earnest. The orc’s cavalry ran alongside Paquito once they had caught up with him. The orcs were content to let Paquito tire himself out before taking their prey down via their own accord. Once Paquito realized this as well he stopped running and pulled up to conserve what breath he had left. “Ho there travelers, out playing with the dogs today. No?” “That was not a very life conserving move you made back there.” An orc spoke up “What? I was merely trying to support your cause of a big dinner with lots of friends. No?” “Your untimely arrival has cost us a fine meal and angered Gruumsh, our god demands retributions be paid.” The orc paused before continuing, “in blood.” “Well, who am I to restrict the bloodletting practices of your fine band of horse huggers. No?” “Your blood.” The orc returns “You wouldn’t want my blood. I’ve tasted it before and it has high iron content, tastes like rust. No?” “That is for Gruumsh to decide. Collect the half-boar what Gruumsh does not claim tonight we will dine on.” The orc responds “Now here, this is not…” Paquito was unable to finish his speech as he was clobbered on the back of his head by an iron shovel wielded by an orc behind him. The orcs threw Paquito in a skid and dragged him behind a lone horse with an orc rider. Then band then turned north and rode through a thick forest. Paquito bounced along the ground several times the skiff overturned and dragged the minotaur along face first over the rough ground. This caused the effects of the shovel stun to be short lived as the force of the ground and repeated blows to the front of his head, helped wake the minotaur from his violence induced slumber. As the band slowed down to move more effectively through the thick underbrush of the old growth forest, Paquito seized upon a daring escape plan. As the top of his skid was jarred to the right due to hitting a stone, Paquito threw his weight that way as well and managed to overturn the skid. The rider halted to go back and right the skid. As he did Paquito threw his head back and aimed his mouth at the rope connecting the skid to the horse. The orc bent over to see if there was anything wrong with their captive since his neck was twisted severely. Paquito watched as the rope, horse’s arse, and orc face all came together like a celestial conjunction. The minotaur opened his mouth and loosed a gout of flame engulfing all three images in one blast. The orc reeled backwards and fell on his rump as he pawed at the burnt hair on his face. The rope caught fire quickly and the spooked horse took off as fast as it could. Paquito was dragged another ten feet before the rope failed and the skid deposited Paquito on the ground. The alarm raised, several riders had already turned their horses around and were coming back to see what the commotion was. Paquito worked quickly trying to break free of his bounds before the orcs were upon him. Sillaqui checked one last time that she had gathered everything she would need before heading for Corridorian’s quarters. The maze mage had found a promising lead on the whereabouts of the tribe’s leader and she wanted to head out as soon as possible. The half-dragon bard twisted the handle to the maze mage’s quarters and pushed the door in, amazed at the large creature that greeted her. “Blue lady go look for Pokey, Korg go too.” The proud giant stated “I fear this mission will be more successful the quicker it can be accomplished and the trampling noise of a hill giant across the landscape will not bring about quiet conditions.” Sillaqui explains “Pokey give Korg purpose after Gronar die. Korg will go find Pokey.” The hill giant counters “I tried to keep him out, but he refused to believe we had left him in charge of the tribe in our absence.” Corridorian explains “Corridorian your magic will be far more beneficial to bringing back Paquito than Korg’s will. I’m sorry Korg but we need you to stay here and watch over the tribe while we’re gone.” Sillaqui responds “Korg no take no from blue lady, Korg have own magic, blue lady think Korg not good enough. Korg show blue lady new tricks.” Korg’s chest swelled with ego. “We all three can’t go, there will be no one to watch over the tribe with any authority.” Sillaqui protests “Korg already know plan, go to where Pokey is, grab Pokey, shove Pokey back through gate, Pokey safe, Korg hero. Korg got the plan.” The hill giant offered As the Arboreal sun melted against the western horizon, a Half-dragon bard and a hill giant cleric were plane shifted next to a mighty river. Below them the hoof prints of dozens of horses fled towards the east. “That way.” Sillaqui pointed to where the hooves were leading them “That way.” Korg said and pointed in the same direction, “because Korg pointing that way.” The bard shook her head and trudged to the east with the hill giant lopping along behind her. Yep, it's back... I also found some more material from Tharhack's day that I will be posting soon as well for those that liked his story. [/QUOTE]
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