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<blockquote data-quote="pogre" data-source="post: 6597475" data-attributes="member: 6588"><p>Intrepid Adventures of Legend or Hobo Murderers on the Loose (a pogre storyhour)</p><p></p><p><strong>Episode 20</strong></p><p><em>What’s Got Your Tongue?</em></p><p></p><p>***** SPOILER ALERT *****</p><p>The next few episodes will contain parts of the adventure Princes of the Apocalypse. I will include a spoiler alert such as this one at the head of each episode containing material from the published adventure. I am only stealing bits and pieces from the adventure and no inference as to the flow of the actual product should be made from the depiction herein.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Gideon felt a pair of strong hands grab his ankles. The halfling monk had returned to his dormitory after the rest of the group had left to feign unconsciousness. Gideon’s head bounced on the flagstone floor as he was dragged down the hallway. A door opened, and Gideon could feel the sun shining on his face and sense he was being dragged outdoors now. Another pair of hands gripped his wrists and he was lifted off the ground. His body was being swung through the air and suddenly Gideon coughed harshly and opened his eyes. The shocked pair of monks dropped him.</p><p></p><p>“We have one alive!” one of the monks called out.</p><p></p><p>“Which one?” a voice from the monastery asked.</p><p></p><p>“A new initiate, the halfling,” the monk replied.</p><p></p><p>“Take him to Qarbo,” the voice ordered.</p><p></p><p>Two men dragged the halfling monk back into the monastery, while Gideon continued to feign half-consciousness. The two escorts wore heavy armor of black splint and roughly jostled Gideon into the altar room. Awaiting the party was a pair of monks and Qarbo.</p><p></p><p>“What do you want with this initiate?” one of the dark-armored men asked.</p><p></p><p>“Take him to Jurth and have him thrown in the pen,” Qarbo replied. “We will question him later.”</p><p></p><p>The men dragged Gideon from the altar room, through some halls, and down a set of stairs to a dank, stinking room with several straw pallets on the floor. Three huge, filthy orcs and an enormous, flabby ogre occupied the room.</p><p></p><p>“Jurth,” one of Gideon’s called.</p><p></p><p>“What you want?” one of the orcs replied.</p><p></p><p>“Qarbo wants him thrown in the pens.”</p><p></p><p>“Grab him Drool,” Jurth commanded. The flabby ogre rolled to his feet and grabbed Gideon. Drool draped the halfling over his shoulder.</p><p></p><p>The men in dark armor exited and the orcs and ogre began ambling out of the chamber and down a rough-hewn tunnel.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Gideon came to in a dark room with a score of pitiful souls. Quick interrogation of the imprisoned soon educated Gideon to their plight. Plucked from the roads and villages from far and near they had been interred in this prison. Each day they were marched out and forced with pick and shovel to mine. Yet, they observed no valuable ore or gems for their efforts - just stone and more stone.</p><p></p><p>Satisfied he had learned all he could from these poor wretches, Gideon lay claim to a vacant pallet and rested.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Gideon woke to be hauled yet again on Drool’s massive shoulder. He bumped along on this living perch as the ogre plodded down rough-hewn passages back to the original chamber he had descended to. Awaiting him were the dark-armored men. The men each grabbed a halfling arm and escorted/dragged the halfling back up the stairs and on to the altar room.</p><p></p><p>Gideon discovered a new addition had been added to the room since his last visit. A large table was now set in front of the altar and steps. Dangling from the table were four leather tethers. The function of the new furniture was soon made apparent as Gideon was strapped to the table by his burly escorts.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.pogre.com/5th_edition_9940_Gideon_questioned.jpeg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>“What happened here last night?” Qarbo asked in his slightly screechy, unsteady voice.</p><p></p><p>“I do not know,” Gideon lied.</p><p></p><p>“How did you come to be injured and knocked out?” Qarbo interrogated.</p><p></p><p>“Someone hit me in the head,” Gideon replied.</p><p></p><p>“Someone?” </p><p></p><p>“Yes, at least I assume so. I never saw my assailant.”</p><p></p><p>“Your wounds bespeak of a struggle. You were not knocked out while still dreaming.”</p><p></p><p>“No, I was awake.”</p><p></p><p>“You seem reticent to relate this sad tale. Who knocked you out?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know.”</p><p></p><p>“Were they men?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know.”</p><p></p><p>“What awoke you?”</p><p></p><p>“There was a blinding flash of light that awoke me and my brothers.”</p><p></p><p>“Where did this light originate?”</p><p></p><p>“The hall beyond our dormitory.”</p><p></p><p>“The door was open?”</p><p></p><p>“No, the door was closed. I suppose I perceived it through the cracks around the door,” Gideon began to sweat. The halfling could sense this exchange was not going well. Qarbo’s voice dripped with disbelief and each question had a tone of rising sarcasm.</p><p></p><p>“What kind of light did you perceive through the cracks of the door?”</p><p></p><p>“It was just a bright burst of light.”</p><p></p><p>“And then what?” Qarbo screeched.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know, everything went dark.”</p><p></p><p>“Your mind has been dulled by the blow. Your eyes saw so much more I think,” Qarbo paused for a moment. “Bring me his eyes - they will reveal what images they caught.”</p><p></p><p>“Wait, no, no,” Gideon pleaded. “I think I remember something else.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh?”</p><p></p><p>“I think I remember it was a raiding party of some sort,” Gideon spat out.</p><p></p><p>“How many in this raiding party?”</p><p></p><p>“At least 15.”</p><p></p><p>“How do you know?”</p><p></p><p>“It just had to be at least that many as fast as they overtook us.”</p><p></p><p>“I see. So now we have 15 raiders. What of the bright flash of light?”</p><p></p><p>“I believe it may have been a magical fireball of some sort,” Gideon explained.</p><p></p><p>“What race were the raiders?” Qarbo asked venemously.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know. I never saw them directly.”</p><p></p><p>“So, through a crack in the door you ascertained that there was a raiding party of at least 15 accompanied by some sort of fireball-wielding mage and suddenly your world went dark.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, no,” Gideon began. “when the bright flash of light went off…”</p><p></p><p>“The fireball,” Qarbo interrupted.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, when the fireball went off we all dashed from the dormitory to investigate. No sooner had I emerged from the dormitory and I was knocked cold from behind,” Gideon was talking rapidly now.</p><p></p><p>“The fireball stirred you from slumber and you leapt up from your dozing state and burst out of the door and not suspecting a nearby enemy, because fireballs get flung around in the dead of night is such a common experience in your history, you were cowardly and suddenly struck down from behind.”</p><p></p><p>“I would not say it was common in my experience,” Gideon qualified. “However, as for the rest of my experience, you are entirely correct.”</p><p></p><p>“Anything else to add?” Qarbo asked with a low, velvet, menacing tone.</p><p></p><p>“That’s the entirety of my memory,” Gideon replied.</p><p></p><p>“Nothing else to say?” Qarbo probed.</p><p></p><p>“Not a word,” Gideon stated.</p><p></p><p>“Such a recollection must be rewarded,” Qarbo exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “As you may know the next step in our brotherhood calls for a vow of silence. Many of our brothers struggle with this stricture. I am going to aid you immeasurably in this task. Bring me his tongue!”</p><p></p><p>Gideon strained and writhed against the tethers bounding him as the two burly guards in splint walked towards him. Gideon, even in his panicked state, could hear the telltale sound of a dagger being drawn from some secreted scabbard.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pogre, post: 6597475, member: 6588"] Intrepid Adventures of Legend or Hobo Murderers on the Loose (a pogre storyhour) [B]Episode 20[/B] [I]What’s Got Your Tongue?[/I] ***** SPOILER ALERT ***** The next few episodes will contain parts of the adventure Princes of the Apocalypse. I will include a spoiler alert such as this one at the head of each episode containing material from the published adventure. I am only stealing bits and pieces from the adventure and no inference as to the flow of the actual product should be made from the depiction herein. ***** Gideon felt a pair of strong hands grab his ankles. The halfling monk had returned to his dormitory after the rest of the group had left to feign unconsciousness. Gideon’s head bounced on the flagstone floor as he was dragged down the hallway. A door opened, and Gideon could feel the sun shining on his face and sense he was being dragged outdoors now. Another pair of hands gripped his wrists and he was lifted off the ground. His body was being swung through the air and suddenly Gideon coughed harshly and opened his eyes. The shocked pair of monks dropped him. “We have one alive!” one of the monks called out. “Which one?” a voice from the monastery asked. “A new initiate, the halfling,” the monk replied. “Take him to Qarbo,” the voice ordered. Two men dragged the halfling monk back into the monastery, while Gideon continued to feign half-consciousness. The two escorts wore heavy armor of black splint and roughly jostled Gideon into the altar room. Awaiting the party was a pair of monks and Qarbo. “What do you want with this initiate?” one of the dark-armored men asked. “Take him to Jurth and have him thrown in the pen,” Qarbo replied. “We will question him later.” The men dragged Gideon from the altar room, through some halls, and down a set of stairs to a dank, stinking room with several straw pallets on the floor. Three huge, filthy orcs and an enormous, flabby ogre occupied the room. “Jurth,” one of Gideon’s called. “What you want?” one of the orcs replied. “Qarbo wants him thrown in the pens.” “Grab him Drool,” Jurth commanded. The flabby ogre rolled to his feet and grabbed Gideon. Drool draped the halfling over his shoulder. The men in dark armor exited and the orcs and ogre began ambling out of the chamber and down a rough-hewn tunnel. ***** Gideon came to in a dark room with a score of pitiful souls. Quick interrogation of the imprisoned soon educated Gideon to their plight. Plucked from the roads and villages from far and near they had been interred in this prison. Each day they were marched out and forced with pick and shovel to mine. Yet, they observed no valuable ore or gems for their efforts - just stone and more stone. Satisfied he had learned all he could from these poor wretches, Gideon lay claim to a vacant pallet and rested. ***** Gideon woke to be hauled yet again on Drool’s massive shoulder. He bumped along on this living perch as the ogre plodded down rough-hewn passages back to the original chamber he had descended to. Awaiting him were the dark-armored men. The men each grabbed a halfling arm and escorted/dragged the halfling back up the stairs and on to the altar room. Gideon discovered a new addition had been added to the room since his last visit. A large table was now set in front of the altar and steps. Dangling from the table were four leather tethers. The function of the new furniture was soon made apparent as Gideon was strapped to the table by his burly escorts. [IMG]http://www.pogre.com/5th_edition_9940_Gideon_questioned.jpeg[/IMG] “What happened here last night?” Qarbo asked in his slightly screechy, unsteady voice. “I do not know,” Gideon lied. “How did you come to be injured and knocked out?” Qarbo interrogated. “Someone hit me in the head,” Gideon replied. “Someone?” “Yes, at least I assume so. I never saw my assailant.” “Your wounds bespeak of a struggle. You were not knocked out while still dreaming.” “No, I was awake.” “You seem reticent to relate this sad tale. Who knocked you out?” “I don’t know.” “Were they men?” “I don’t know.” “What awoke you?” “There was a blinding flash of light that awoke me and my brothers.” “Where did this light originate?” “The hall beyond our dormitory.” “The door was open?” “No, the door was closed. I suppose I perceived it through the cracks around the door,” Gideon began to sweat. The halfling could sense this exchange was not going well. Qarbo’s voice dripped with disbelief and each question had a tone of rising sarcasm. “What kind of light did you perceive through the cracks of the door?” “It was just a bright burst of light.” “And then what?” Qarbo screeched. “I don’t know, everything went dark.” “Your mind has been dulled by the blow. Your eyes saw so much more I think,” Qarbo paused for a moment. “Bring me his eyes - they will reveal what images they caught.” “Wait, no, no,” Gideon pleaded. “I think I remember something else.” “Oh?” “I think I remember it was a raiding party of some sort,” Gideon spat out. “How many in this raiding party?” “At least 15.” “How do you know?” “It just had to be at least that many as fast as they overtook us.” “I see. So now we have 15 raiders. What of the bright flash of light?” “I believe it may have been a magical fireball of some sort,” Gideon explained. “What race were the raiders?” Qarbo asked venemously. “I don’t know. I never saw them directly.” “So, through a crack in the door you ascertained that there was a raiding party of at least 15 accompanied by some sort of fireball-wielding mage and suddenly your world went dark.” “Well, no,” Gideon began. “when the bright flash of light went off…” “The fireball,” Qarbo interrupted. “Yes, when the fireball went off we all dashed from the dormitory to investigate. No sooner had I emerged from the dormitory and I was knocked cold from behind,” Gideon was talking rapidly now. “The fireball stirred you from slumber and you leapt up from your dozing state and burst out of the door and not suspecting a nearby enemy, because fireballs get flung around in the dead of night is such a common experience in your history, you were cowardly and suddenly struck down from behind.” “I would not say it was common in my experience,” Gideon qualified. “However, as for the rest of my experience, you are entirely correct.” “Anything else to add?” Qarbo asked with a low, velvet, menacing tone. “That’s the entirety of my memory,” Gideon replied. “Nothing else to say?” Qarbo probed. “Not a word,” Gideon stated. “Such a recollection must be rewarded,” Qarbo exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “As you may know the next step in our brotherhood calls for a vow of silence. Many of our brothers struggle with this stricture. I am going to aid you immeasurably in this task. Bring me his tongue!” Gideon strained and writhed against the tethers bounding him as the two burly guards in splint walked towards him. Gideon, even in his panicked state, could hear the telltale sound of a dagger being drawn from some secreted scabbard. [/QUOTE]
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