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<blockquote data-quote="Droid101" data-source="post: 1733436" data-attributes="member: 942"><p>A savage looking goblin; his hair wild, his toothy maw frothing with rage, his eyes bloodshot red. Battleaxe leading, he charged from the brush. Two glowing green bolts flew from behind him, striking him in the back. Eltharion and Ogrim looked at each other in confusion.</p><p></p><p>The goblin stumbled toward the campfire, growling almost madly. Eltharion idly swung at it, not connecting, nor really wanting to. Ogrim shield-bashed the axe out of the goblin’s hands. It flew right into the campfire. The goblin’s eyes went wide as he tried to reach in to get it.</p><p></p><p>Ogrim and Eltharion chuckled to each other, sheathing their weapons. Johnathan was on the other side of the fire with Drek, making sure to keep him safe. Both were looking a bit pale…</p><p></p><p>As the goblin was kicking at his axe to get it free of the flames, another form emerged from the woods. Wild blonde hair, unmistakable good looks. “I’m Bink.”</p><p></p><p>“Eltharion Ulthuan. This is Ogrim Oakenshield. That’s Johnathan and Drek.” Eltharion spoke up.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, I know Drek. I’m here because I’ve been looking for him. I knew he was living in Canticus and I heard that it was abandoned. I needed to see what happened to my old friend. Drek, how have you been?” Bink asked.</p><p></p><p>“Fine…” Drek lets out a cough; deep and rough. “Been better.”</p><p></p><p>“You know, you guys don’t look so good. Do you think they…” Eltharion didn’t want to think about it.</p><p></p><p>“We better leave them here. Give them some extra blankets and rations. We need to make speed towards the nearest town to get them some help.” Ogrim reasoned.</p><p></p><p>“We have to find White…” Eltharion replied.</p><p></p><p>The goblin finally got his axe out and put out the fire that had started on the handle. He picked it up and looked at it, shaking his head.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll never kill the disease bringer now! Look what you’ve done!” the goblin spoke up in a slightly high-pitched common.</p><p></p><p>“Disease bringer… does he have white hair?” Eltharion asked.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, white haired stranger who staggers around. I must kill him to avenge my people!” the goblin states.</p><p></p><p>“Listen, the man isn’t bringing disease. We need to capture him alive, and we’ll free him from whatever is causing this. He is our friend.” Ogrim said.</p><p></p><p>“Hm…” the goblin looked over everybody, and nodded slowly. “I’m Grog. My wolf Trakker is in the woods. Let’s find this man.”</p><p></p><p>“Great… a goblin…” Eltharion said not so enthusiastically. “You two, take this horse and ride towards Brunswick castle. It should be half a day west of Canticus. Get help, and we’ll meet up with you there later. We need to find White.”</p><p></p><p>“Okay, let’s do it, Drek.” Johnathan said.</p><p></p><p>“I want to find out what gave Drek this disease. I’ll go with you to find this ‘White’ character.” Bink said.</p><p></p><p>“Sounds good, let’s get some rest,” Ogrim needed his sleep.</p><p></p><p>The next morning they said their goodbyes to Drek and Johnathan, who rode back west, while Bink, Grog, Eltharion and Ogrim continued to follow the tracks southeast. Grog and his dire wolf, Trakker, were a boon. Together, they were almost as good at tracking as Eltharion. Trakker used his natural sense of smell to help Grog follow the tracks, aiding Eltharion. They had a much easier time, and quickly caught up to white at the end of the lightly wooded forest, that same day.</p><p></p><p>About 100 feet ahead, they saw White, staggering. Far off to the east they saw what appeared to be a small building in the distance. Well, before they thought about it, they sprung into action. Planning ahead the night before, Eltharion and Ogrim grabbed a large blanket they had and swooped in from either side, bundling White’s arms against his body. Another blanket from Grog and Bink completed their trap, and they set it all in place with ample use of rope.</p><p></p><p>“Well, that was easy. What’s that building?” Eltharion asked.</p><p></p><p>“I think that’s the Adventurer’s Guildhall. It’s kind of a place of refuge for travelers, though their prices can be a bit stiff if you’re not a member.” Bink explained.</p><p></p><p>“That’s perfect. This is where we’re supposed to meet Ulgrim, Krin and Trisha when we find White. Let’s go!” Eltharion was excited, as was the norm.</p><p></p><p>They carried the wrapped body of White carefully, placing it on the back of a horse and riding it toward the building. It was a huge building at that! When they approached, it seemed to reach up into the sky, at least 100 feet high! Quite wide as well. They gave their horses and wolf to the stableman, and went inside.</p><p></p><p>The double doors were huge and magnificent. Inside was equally beautiful. Embroidered rugs, paintings, statues, and a huge skull of some reptilian creature hanging in the center of the large entryway. At a small table sat a young man, wearing what looked like a jester’s outfit, complete with jingling bells and foppish shoes.</p><p></p><p>“Welcome travelers, to the Adventurer’s Guildhall. Please sign in for completeness. Will you be staying the night?” the man asked.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, we would like two rooms please. And tell us about this place.” Eltharion was curious as always.</p><p></p><p>“The Adventurer’s Guildhall was founded by Donovan Grumoile, Blaine Brague, Diane DeVille, and Drake Elison. The current Council seats of the the Hall are held by Enzonito the Ancient, Wallace Brunswick, Gordon McDale, Grunge Hacker, Felix Stromdak, Adlai Stormseal, and Brolin Flystrigth. My name is Basil Evans, two year member.” The fop replies. “It is a place where the greatest adventurers and thrill seekers congregate to share stories, relics, and memorabilia from their exploits. If you strive for it, one day you may become a member!”</p><p></p><p>“How does one become a member?” Ogrim asks.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, years of adventuring. That, or you have to do something pretty great indeed.” Basil replies.</p><p></p><p>“Isn’t Brunswick the name of the castle town to the west?” Eltharion asks.</p><p></p><p>“Very astute of you. Wallace Brunswick is a great paladin who attained partial Godhood through his patron deity. He founded that city and is their king. The other members of the Hall’s council are his personal knight bodyguards. Quite the prestigious positions!”</p><p></p><p>“Interesting. Anyways, we’re going to be getting upstairs now. If you see a big dwarf named Ulgrim…” Eltharion started.</p><p></p><p>“Ulgrim Stonehammer. Joined the Hall on the same day, let’s see, six months ago, as Krin Selmer, White, Trisha Torvana, and Arelion Strefale, I belive.” Basil boasted.</p><p></p><p>“Uhm, yes. Summon us when they arrive, please.” Ogrim’s raised eyebrow told the story.</p><p></p><p>They went up three stories to their rooms. They set White in a corner where he didn’t really move. Grog and Bink eyed each other curiously pretty much the whole time. Grog had never met somebody so… interesting…</p><p></p><p>“When do we get the demons out of this thing?” Grog asked.</p><p></p><p>“It’s not demons. It’s an infection. We have part of the cure, and hopefully soon, the other part will arrive and we’ll free him of it.” Eltharion explained, Grog’s eyes wide, as though he were learning new and interesting facts.</p><p></p><p>They had someone stay awake to watch White’s body that night; Eltharion didn’t sleep much anyway. Early the next morning, they got a knock at the door…</p><p></p><p>…it was Trisha! Her dark plate armor, raven hair and teardrop tattoo on her face were unmistakable. </p><p></p><p>“Eltharion! Ogrim! Come, let’s get White downstairs so I can perform the ritual. Do you have the Moonleaf?” Trisha asked.</p><p></p><p>They handed it over. She took it, and helped carry the bundled up White downstairs. As they were coming down the last flight of stairs, they could see the counter with Basil, but standing on the other side, signing in, was Krin and Trisha! The Trisha at the bottom of the stairs looked up confusedly. Ogrim and the others looked around, equally confused. But it didn’t last. The Trisha holding the body of White dropped it, stepped back, chanted, pointed a finger and let loose a ray of writhing black negative energy which ripped at the form of White, sending it into convulsions. Bink’s eyes widened.</p><p></p><p>“She just killed him!” Bink exclaimed, his study of the magical arts helped him identify the spell being cast. A particularly potent one; Finger of Death. </p><p></p><p>The imposter Trisha then took flight and crashed through a nearby window, fleeing the scene. White’s body began to pulsate, as a claw ripped through the blankets. Blood quickly stained the entire form, and it was growing; fast…</p><p></p><p>See what happens next time!</p><p></p><p>What is coming out of White? Was Grog right (“When do we get the demons out of this thing?”)? Who is the imposter Trisha? Will the party ever be grand enough to join the Hall? This and more, next time.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Droid101, post: 1733436, member: 942"] A savage looking goblin; his hair wild, his toothy maw frothing with rage, his eyes bloodshot red. Battleaxe leading, he charged from the brush. Two glowing green bolts flew from behind him, striking him in the back. Eltharion and Ogrim looked at each other in confusion. The goblin stumbled toward the campfire, growling almost madly. Eltharion idly swung at it, not connecting, nor really wanting to. Ogrim shield-bashed the axe out of the goblin’s hands. It flew right into the campfire. The goblin’s eyes went wide as he tried to reach in to get it. Ogrim and Eltharion chuckled to each other, sheathing their weapons. Johnathan was on the other side of the fire with Drek, making sure to keep him safe. Both were looking a bit pale… As the goblin was kicking at his axe to get it free of the flames, another form emerged from the woods. Wild blonde hair, unmistakable good looks. “I’m Bink.” “Eltharion Ulthuan. This is Ogrim Oakenshield. That’s Johnathan and Drek.” Eltharion spoke up. “Yes, I know Drek. I’m here because I’ve been looking for him. I knew he was living in Canticus and I heard that it was abandoned. I needed to see what happened to my old friend. Drek, how have you been?” Bink asked. “Fine…” Drek lets out a cough; deep and rough. “Been better.” “You know, you guys don’t look so good. Do you think they…” Eltharion didn’t want to think about it. “We better leave them here. Give them some extra blankets and rations. We need to make speed towards the nearest town to get them some help.” Ogrim reasoned. “We have to find White…” Eltharion replied. The goblin finally got his axe out and put out the fire that had started on the handle. He picked it up and looked at it, shaking his head. “I’ll never kill the disease bringer now! Look what you’ve done!” the goblin spoke up in a slightly high-pitched common. “Disease bringer… does he have white hair?” Eltharion asked. “Yes, white haired stranger who staggers around. I must kill him to avenge my people!” the goblin states. “Listen, the man isn’t bringing disease. We need to capture him alive, and we’ll free him from whatever is causing this. He is our friend.” Ogrim said. “Hm…” the goblin looked over everybody, and nodded slowly. “I’m Grog. My wolf Trakker is in the woods. Let’s find this man.” “Great… a goblin…” Eltharion said not so enthusiastically. “You two, take this horse and ride towards Brunswick castle. It should be half a day west of Canticus. Get help, and we’ll meet up with you there later. We need to find White.” “Okay, let’s do it, Drek.” Johnathan said. “I want to find out what gave Drek this disease. I’ll go with you to find this ‘White’ character.” Bink said. “Sounds good, let’s get some rest,” Ogrim needed his sleep. The next morning they said their goodbyes to Drek and Johnathan, who rode back west, while Bink, Grog, Eltharion and Ogrim continued to follow the tracks southeast. Grog and his dire wolf, Trakker, were a boon. Together, they were almost as good at tracking as Eltharion. Trakker used his natural sense of smell to help Grog follow the tracks, aiding Eltharion. They had a much easier time, and quickly caught up to white at the end of the lightly wooded forest, that same day. About 100 feet ahead, they saw White, staggering. Far off to the east they saw what appeared to be a small building in the distance. Well, before they thought about it, they sprung into action. Planning ahead the night before, Eltharion and Ogrim grabbed a large blanket they had and swooped in from either side, bundling White’s arms against his body. Another blanket from Grog and Bink completed their trap, and they set it all in place with ample use of rope. “Well, that was easy. What’s that building?” Eltharion asked. “I think that’s the Adventurer’s Guildhall. It’s kind of a place of refuge for travelers, though their prices can be a bit stiff if you’re not a member.” Bink explained. “That’s perfect. This is where we’re supposed to meet Ulgrim, Krin and Trisha when we find White. Let’s go!” Eltharion was excited, as was the norm. They carried the wrapped body of White carefully, placing it on the back of a horse and riding it toward the building. It was a huge building at that! When they approached, it seemed to reach up into the sky, at least 100 feet high! Quite wide as well. They gave their horses and wolf to the stableman, and went inside. The double doors were huge and magnificent. Inside was equally beautiful. Embroidered rugs, paintings, statues, and a huge skull of some reptilian creature hanging in the center of the large entryway. At a small table sat a young man, wearing what looked like a jester’s outfit, complete with jingling bells and foppish shoes. “Welcome travelers, to the Adventurer’s Guildhall. Please sign in for completeness. Will you be staying the night?” the man asked. “Yes, we would like two rooms please. And tell us about this place.” Eltharion was curious as always. “The Adventurer’s Guildhall was founded by Donovan Grumoile, Blaine Brague, Diane DeVille, and Drake Elison. The current Council seats of the the Hall are held by Enzonito the Ancient, Wallace Brunswick, Gordon McDale, Grunge Hacker, Felix Stromdak, Adlai Stormseal, and Brolin Flystrigth. My name is Basil Evans, two year member.” The fop replies. “It is a place where the greatest adventurers and thrill seekers congregate to share stories, relics, and memorabilia from their exploits. If you strive for it, one day you may become a member!” “How does one become a member?” Ogrim asks. “Oh, years of adventuring. That, or you have to do something pretty great indeed.” Basil replies. “Isn’t Brunswick the name of the castle town to the west?” Eltharion asks. “Very astute of you. Wallace Brunswick is a great paladin who attained partial Godhood through his patron deity. He founded that city and is their king. The other members of the Hall’s council are his personal knight bodyguards. Quite the prestigious positions!” “Interesting. Anyways, we’re going to be getting upstairs now. If you see a big dwarf named Ulgrim…” Eltharion started. “Ulgrim Stonehammer. Joined the Hall on the same day, let’s see, six months ago, as Krin Selmer, White, Trisha Torvana, and Arelion Strefale, I belive.” Basil boasted. “Uhm, yes. Summon us when they arrive, please.” Ogrim’s raised eyebrow told the story. They went up three stories to their rooms. They set White in a corner where he didn’t really move. Grog and Bink eyed each other curiously pretty much the whole time. Grog had never met somebody so… interesting… “When do we get the demons out of this thing?” Grog asked. “It’s not demons. It’s an infection. We have part of the cure, and hopefully soon, the other part will arrive and we’ll free him of it.” Eltharion explained, Grog’s eyes wide, as though he were learning new and interesting facts. They had someone stay awake to watch White’s body that night; Eltharion didn’t sleep much anyway. Early the next morning, they got a knock at the door… …it was Trisha! Her dark plate armor, raven hair and teardrop tattoo on her face were unmistakable. “Eltharion! Ogrim! Come, let’s get White downstairs so I can perform the ritual. Do you have the Moonleaf?” Trisha asked. They handed it over. She took it, and helped carry the bundled up White downstairs. As they were coming down the last flight of stairs, they could see the counter with Basil, but standing on the other side, signing in, was Krin and Trisha! The Trisha at the bottom of the stairs looked up confusedly. Ogrim and the others looked around, equally confused. But it didn’t last. The Trisha holding the body of White dropped it, stepped back, chanted, pointed a finger and let loose a ray of writhing black negative energy which ripped at the form of White, sending it into convulsions. Bink’s eyes widened. “She just killed him!” Bink exclaimed, his study of the magical arts helped him identify the spell being cast. A particularly potent one; Finger of Death. The imposter Trisha then took flight and crashed through a nearby window, fleeing the scene. White’s body began to pulsate, as a claw ripped through the blankets. Blood quickly stained the entire form, and it was growing; fast… See what happens next time! What is coming out of White? Was Grog right (“When do we get the demons out of this thing?”)? Who is the imposter Trisha? Will the party ever be grand enough to join the Hall? This and more, next time. [/QUOTE]
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