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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3122981" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Two – Two Hours Rest at the Orc Outhouse</p><p></p><p> Kyrnyn, fortunately, saw reason, and agreed to rest at least until he no longer was decorating the stone floor of the abbey with his lunch. With demons popping in and out of the air at will, I decided it would be best not to linger in the abbey while we rested. I suggested we go to the building out on the grounds some 500 feet from the abbey, where we fought the Bodak and where Kyrnyn had a slight racial adjustment. I dubbed the building the “Orc Outhouse,” and labeled it appropriately when we returned there. Kyrnyn cringed when I said it, but he stoically held it inside, figuring his Orc visage, like his Ettin visage before it, was penance from his god. For me, I just liked having a name to refer to the building other than “the structure 500 feet outside of the abbey on the abbey grounds.” </p><p> We rested for nearly two hours before Krynyn was feeling himself again. Larch, his druid page, was still not feeling himself, and Kyrnyn, unwilling to wait a moment longer, summoned the awesome power of his god to alleviate his symptoms, curing him of everything else that ailed him in the process. We then all returned to the abbey, back to the writhing agony of the chained humans in the alcoves. </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chatper One-Hundred Forty-Three – Unchained Melody of Pain</p><p></p><p> Kyrnyn, his head clear, studied the chains and the people intently, and determined that the chains needed to be carefully removed, which could only be accomplished if they stopped moving. Morwen, her eye sharp as always, determined that there was a mechanism at the base of each of the three chains in each of the six poor souls strung up in the alcoves. Working slowly and methodically, she stopped each chain, one at a time, until all 18 of them were silent. As she completed each trinity of chains, Kyrnyn, Larch, and myself followed behind and carefully worked to remove the chains from each victim. The scars left were truly horrendous, even after Kynryn healed their grievous wounds. </p><p> Unfortunately, his healing could not fix what was truly wrong with them. Their minds were swimming in madness. I was almost dizzy from reading them. Of the five men and one woman, I settled on the woman’s mind first, carefully slowing down the swirling madness into a more leisurely spiral of fluid before settling it and smoothing it out like a small pond on a windless day. Then a placed a single seed of sanity in the midst of that smooth surface, letting it slowly ripple out across her mind, slowly stirring her into conscious sanity. </p><p> I spoke to her quietly, and asked her name.</p><p> “Christina,” she replied. </p><p> Not wanting her to think too hard on her situation, I began to ask her about her past. She explained that she was a worshipper in this temple, a member of something called “The Cult of the Broken Word.” Her mind, not quite still, could not tell me the name of who she ultimately worshipped. She did provide me with detailed information of what led to her horrible state. The cult leader, named Samuka, had summoned demons for some foul ritual that would bring about the end of the world. </p><p> At that moment, I began to wonder if our move to Cauldron from Desbury without making arrangements to forward anyone looking for us there to Cauldron had prevented this Samuka from hiring us, thus forcing him to turn to the demons. Or perhaps it prevented the demons from hiring us as sub-contractors. Or perhaps my cynicism has reached new lows. I decided to have that debate with myself another time. </p><p> “Now what was that you were saying about Armageddon,” I asked her. </p><p> “The demons helped Samuka, but then they turned on us.” </p><p> Morwen interjected, “Demons – duh.” </p><p> I ignored her, and asked Christina, “What about the villagers”</p><p> Christina continued, “We sacrificed the villagers, in the main hall.”</p><p> I asked her to show us where that hall was. Then I had her sketch out the entire floorplan of the abbey, as best she could, from what she remembered. She was concerned about her five companions. I truthfully told her it would take a lot of mental energy for me to save them. I lied when I told her that I could not do it all now. I could have, but then I would be well drained and would require rest. Somehow, with yet another demon looking to destroy the world, I did not think we had many days to dawdle around a campfire, singing songs. Also, she was clearly out of her mind long before the chains were put into her flesh if she participated in such a scheme. I figured if we left her in the Orc Outhouse with her five insane companions, she’d be so busy looking after them, she’d not have much time to figure out some way to betray us. She began to lead them, one by one, to the Orc Outhouse. </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Four – Search, Rubble, Search, Sword, Search, Cool Disk!</p><p></p><p> My companions and I spent the next minutes searching through the rooms behind the doors that, thus far, have only provided demons to ambush us. One room was well furnished, except for the shed scales from the demon inside. It also had a lovely, shining, golden disk hung from the ceiling. That ought to be worth some decent coin. And soon, I could feel from within the core of my brain, I would have the power to move it to market. </p><p> Morwen dealt with several nasty traps before opening another door, this one to one of the forward towers. Or rather, what was left of it. It was collapsed in a pile of rubble. We searched through it without success until Larch made himself a mouse and crawled underneath the massive stone blocks and found a flattened corpse and its short blade. It was a female human, dead at least four, not more than eight, days. </p><p> In another room, home to the demon cow, we found statues and potions, along with some holy water. </p><p> Thus out of rooms, we turned our attention back to the hall of horrors. From the map we were given by Christina, we could tell there were three more rooms in the front side of the abbey before taking a hall that led us down the west side of the abbey to the rear. We slowly and quietly walked to the door of the first room. Morwen made short work of it and then we took a quick look inside before moving toward the next room. There, we found more than just some horrid rat skulls inside. We found a demon in the rafters. </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Five – Vrock on a perch </p><p></p><p> Our semi-stealth paid off, for once. The foul bird-demon above, a Vrock I could tell from the long-stolen demon-lore in my mind, was sitting in the rafters, sound asleep. Through my mindlink with the others, I told them to move quietly in to surround it for the quick kill. I also closed my eyes and called upon Valaria to once again offer me her sword. </p><p> As the others moved into position, Valaria appeared in the air by the demon. Without waiting for word from me, she drew her massive great sword and swung hard into the Vrock’s leathery flesh. </p><p> “I guess now we attack!” was our battle cry, and Ee and Morwen charged into the room, followed by Larch and Kyrnyn. Valaria’s sword left its mark, startling the Vrock awake. Before it could move or even squack Morwen’s arrows, Ee’s axe, Valaria’s blade, and Kyrnyn’s magic had ripped its hide to shreds, knocking it from its perch to the floor. </p><p> Now that’s how you deal with a demon. </p><p> Looking it over, other information came to my mind about this species of demon. I knew Vrocks can screech and stun those around it. I know they can summon other demons. And I know that they can dance as a trio of Vrocks, creating a sphere of destruction 200 feet in diameter that can spell ruin for all who are caught in its path. I also noted that this Vrock looked rather emaciated. Either he was fasting or he had run out of food to eat. </p><p> The room itself was decorated with a horrid altar and thousands of tiny rodent skulls decorated in demonic patterns. It reminded me of a gift shop in the abyss. We then turned our attention to the final room at the fore of the abbey. </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Six – I know for whom the bell tolls – it tolls for me </p><p></p><p> The last room was actually the other front tower of the abbey, a bell tower, as I found out rather forcefully. This tower was also intact, or rather, it was when Morwen opened the door. It was also covered from floor to ceiling, as far as the eye could see, with thick spider webs. I had a flashback to that very first night I met all of my companions after a happenstance dart game and we found a cave filled with webs. Visions of Ee running away while on fire danced in my head. </p><p> “Ok, step back everyone,” I told everyone through the mindlink. They all stepped back, some quite some distance. “I will take care of this.” I turned and saw my companions twenty feet behind me. “Uh, you will need to step back further from that. I recommend around a corner.” </p><p> Morwen, who noticed a cocoon within the silk in front of us that seemed to hold a humanoid, paused. “We need to save that person!” I assured her that my action to clear the webs would not harm him (or her), lying as only a well-trained lawyer can. She seemed convinced of my bluff, though perhaps it was because even in my own mind, I was not bluffing – flames do not hurt a dead man. Kyrnyn assured her that, from his vantage, the poor man or woman was already dead, and so they all stepped back and around the corner of the hall. </p><p> My companions thus safely out of harm’s way, I boldly stepped forward into the room, then let loose my mind in a massive explosion of mental energy, filling the entire tower almost to its roof far above with a hot, burning flame, searing away all of the webs, roasting all of the spiders before they even noticed their webs were gone. Unfortunately, I also rather efficiently roasted the thin strand of rope that was holding up the massive bell above me. As it crashed to the floor, bringing down half the tower with it, I had a flashback to the dragon’s cave, large stalactites of ice falling toward me. I was beginning to sense a theme. Fortunately, my experience with the ice saved me, my normally slow reflexes still managing to get my legs to roll me out of the door before the bell could crush me out of existence. A few pieces of falling debris still hit me, necessitating Kyrnyn’s aid. </p><p> “Well, that room’s clear. See Morwen, I told you my fire wouldn’t kill him” I said after my head stopped ringing from the bell as I gestured to the formerly cocooned body now buried in a large pile of rubble. We knew we had much further to go in the abbey, and I and Kyrnyn contemplated resting. Morwen suggested we press on. Normally that sounded the rest alarm, but I decided that even low wisdom can be right twice a day. </p><p> </p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Seven – Caught between a Vrock and a Dire Lion</p><p></p><p> Down the hall we went, Morwen in front. She carefully opened the first door along the wall, and out fell a body. Just a body. We still are not sure where the head is. As it fell and hit the floor, foul green vapors came pouring out of it, filling the air by the door. Kaurophan’s knowledge inside me told me instantly that the green vapors were demon spices that make a human corpse nice and tangy. They were also fatal to just about anything non-demon. Sometimes I wonder just where Kaurophan got all of that information from. Do demons have cooking schools? </p><p> What was even more surprising was that Larch flew right into the vapors, and was seemingly unaffected by them. I did not know if this was a function of bats or if it was because of some other innateness to druids. It certainly bears further watching. I wonder if this would make him valuable as a food taster for a king – or perhaps fatal if he does not even know when something is poisoned. </p><p> I did not have long to wonder. In the next instant, after my companions had all entered the room, a large, well-fed Vrock stood before me in the hall, Larch’s Dire Lion standing behind me. This was not good, and not in just the normal demons-are-evil sort of not-good. Because another Vrock, just as well-fed, appeared in front of my companions in the room they were in (which turned out to be the kitchen, though now they are preparing human corpses to eat). </p><p> Given demon’s seemingly endless teleportation to places very inconvenient, and my own currently low reserve, I decided my mental energy would be better spent on longer term help, and my physical body would be better placed if I were standing in the rubble of the recently collapsed bell tower. Thus, I found myself there again, and the next thought was a call to Valaria. </p><p> Valaria then appeared before me. I explained the situation to her and described the hall, and then, just before she teleported herself there, I asked her, “Do you have any sisters? And if so, how many?” </p><p> My mind almost tapped out, I called forth three of Valaria’s sisters in rapid succession, sending each one out to reinforce the other. Through their mind link with me, they told me of the fight. Fortunately for us all, they helped turn the tide, dispatching the Vrocks before any of my companions died. Larch’s Dire Lion was not so lucky. He certainly goes through a lot of animals. From the surface of his mind, I felt his sorrow. I also felt a strong desire for a hippopotamus. </p><p> When I walked back to the scene, I found my companions intact, though they did have strange vines growing out of their skin. That was one thing I did not know from Kaurophan. But I knew it now. Ee eloquently explained it to me.</p><p> “Ee breathe bad spores. Spores bad!” </p><p> The headless corpse had a phylactery of faithfulness around its neck. The kitchen had a tall wooden pantry. I decided against looking in there for food. Ee agreed. </p><p> “Spices bad!” </p><p> Ahead of us stood an open doorway. I wondered if we should press on into that room or finally rest. I had just enough mental energy left to prepare my mind for the next two days before resting. The Orc Outhouse awaits us.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3122981, member: 939"] Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Two – Two Hours Rest at the Orc Outhouse Kyrnyn, fortunately, saw reason, and agreed to rest at least until he no longer was decorating the stone floor of the abbey with his lunch. With demons popping in and out of the air at will, I decided it would be best not to linger in the abbey while we rested. I suggested we go to the building out on the grounds some 500 feet from the abbey, where we fought the Bodak and where Kyrnyn had a slight racial adjustment. I dubbed the building the “Orc Outhouse,” and labeled it appropriately when we returned there. Kyrnyn cringed when I said it, but he stoically held it inside, figuring his Orc visage, like his Ettin visage before it, was penance from his god. For me, I just liked having a name to refer to the building other than “the structure 500 feet outside of the abbey on the abbey grounds.” We rested for nearly two hours before Krynyn was feeling himself again. Larch, his druid page, was still not feeling himself, and Kyrnyn, unwilling to wait a moment longer, summoned the awesome power of his god to alleviate his symptoms, curing him of everything else that ailed him in the process. We then all returned to the abbey, back to the writhing agony of the chained humans in the alcoves. Sir Cordozo – Chatper One-Hundred Forty-Three – Unchained Melody of Pain Kyrnyn, his head clear, studied the chains and the people intently, and determined that the chains needed to be carefully removed, which could only be accomplished if they stopped moving. Morwen, her eye sharp as always, determined that there was a mechanism at the base of each of the three chains in each of the six poor souls strung up in the alcoves. Working slowly and methodically, she stopped each chain, one at a time, until all 18 of them were silent. As she completed each trinity of chains, Kyrnyn, Larch, and myself followed behind and carefully worked to remove the chains from each victim. The scars left were truly horrendous, even after Kynryn healed their grievous wounds. Unfortunately, his healing could not fix what was truly wrong with them. Their minds were swimming in madness. I was almost dizzy from reading them. Of the five men and one woman, I settled on the woman’s mind first, carefully slowing down the swirling madness into a more leisurely spiral of fluid before settling it and smoothing it out like a small pond on a windless day. Then a placed a single seed of sanity in the midst of that smooth surface, letting it slowly ripple out across her mind, slowly stirring her into conscious sanity. I spoke to her quietly, and asked her name. “Christina,” she replied. Not wanting her to think too hard on her situation, I began to ask her about her past. She explained that she was a worshipper in this temple, a member of something called “The Cult of the Broken Word.” Her mind, not quite still, could not tell me the name of who she ultimately worshipped. She did provide me with detailed information of what led to her horrible state. The cult leader, named Samuka, had summoned demons for some foul ritual that would bring about the end of the world. At that moment, I began to wonder if our move to Cauldron from Desbury without making arrangements to forward anyone looking for us there to Cauldron had prevented this Samuka from hiring us, thus forcing him to turn to the demons. Or perhaps it prevented the demons from hiring us as sub-contractors. Or perhaps my cynicism has reached new lows. I decided to have that debate with myself another time. “Now what was that you were saying about Armageddon,” I asked her. “The demons helped Samuka, but then they turned on us.” Morwen interjected, “Demons – duh.” I ignored her, and asked Christina, “What about the villagers” Christina continued, “We sacrificed the villagers, in the main hall.” I asked her to show us where that hall was. Then I had her sketch out the entire floorplan of the abbey, as best she could, from what she remembered. She was concerned about her five companions. I truthfully told her it would take a lot of mental energy for me to save them. I lied when I told her that I could not do it all now. I could have, but then I would be well drained and would require rest. Somehow, with yet another demon looking to destroy the world, I did not think we had many days to dawdle around a campfire, singing songs. Also, she was clearly out of her mind long before the chains were put into her flesh if she participated in such a scheme. I figured if we left her in the Orc Outhouse with her five insane companions, she’d be so busy looking after them, she’d not have much time to figure out some way to betray us. She began to lead them, one by one, to the Orc Outhouse. Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Four – Search, Rubble, Search, Sword, Search, Cool Disk! My companions and I spent the next minutes searching through the rooms behind the doors that, thus far, have only provided demons to ambush us. One room was well furnished, except for the shed scales from the demon inside. It also had a lovely, shining, golden disk hung from the ceiling. That ought to be worth some decent coin. And soon, I could feel from within the core of my brain, I would have the power to move it to market. Morwen dealt with several nasty traps before opening another door, this one to one of the forward towers. Or rather, what was left of it. It was collapsed in a pile of rubble. We searched through it without success until Larch made himself a mouse and crawled underneath the massive stone blocks and found a flattened corpse and its short blade. It was a female human, dead at least four, not more than eight, days. In another room, home to the demon cow, we found statues and potions, along with some holy water. Thus out of rooms, we turned our attention back to the hall of horrors. From the map we were given by Christina, we could tell there were three more rooms in the front side of the abbey before taking a hall that led us down the west side of the abbey to the rear. We slowly and quietly walked to the door of the first room. Morwen made short work of it and then we took a quick look inside before moving toward the next room. There, we found more than just some horrid rat skulls inside. We found a demon in the rafters. Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Five – Vrock on a perch Our semi-stealth paid off, for once. The foul bird-demon above, a Vrock I could tell from the long-stolen demon-lore in my mind, was sitting in the rafters, sound asleep. Through my mindlink with the others, I told them to move quietly in to surround it for the quick kill. I also closed my eyes and called upon Valaria to once again offer me her sword. As the others moved into position, Valaria appeared in the air by the demon. Without waiting for word from me, she drew her massive great sword and swung hard into the Vrock’s leathery flesh. “I guess now we attack!” was our battle cry, and Ee and Morwen charged into the room, followed by Larch and Kyrnyn. Valaria’s sword left its mark, startling the Vrock awake. Before it could move or even squack Morwen’s arrows, Ee’s axe, Valaria’s blade, and Kyrnyn’s magic had ripped its hide to shreds, knocking it from its perch to the floor. Now that’s how you deal with a demon. Looking it over, other information came to my mind about this species of demon. I knew Vrocks can screech and stun those around it. I know they can summon other demons. And I know that they can dance as a trio of Vrocks, creating a sphere of destruction 200 feet in diameter that can spell ruin for all who are caught in its path. I also noted that this Vrock looked rather emaciated. Either he was fasting or he had run out of food to eat. The room itself was decorated with a horrid altar and thousands of tiny rodent skulls decorated in demonic patterns. It reminded me of a gift shop in the abyss. We then turned our attention to the final room at the fore of the abbey. Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Six – I know for whom the bell tolls – it tolls for me The last room was actually the other front tower of the abbey, a bell tower, as I found out rather forcefully. This tower was also intact, or rather, it was when Morwen opened the door. It was also covered from floor to ceiling, as far as the eye could see, with thick spider webs. I had a flashback to that very first night I met all of my companions after a happenstance dart game and we found a cave filled with webs. Visions of Ee running away while on fire danced in my head. “Ok, step back everyone,” I told everyone through the mindlink. They all stepped back, some quite some distance. “I will take care of this.” I turned and saw my companions twenty feet behind me. “Uh, you will need to step back further from that. I recommend around a corner.” Morwen, who noticed a cocoon within the silk in front of us that seemed to hold a humanoid, paused. “We need to save that person!” I assured her that my action to clear the webs would not harm him (or her), lying as only a well-trained lawyer can. She seemed convinced of my bluff, though perhaps it was because even in my own mind, I was not bluffing – flames do not hurt a dead man. Kyrnyn assured her that, from his vantage, the poor man or woman was already dead, and so they all stepped back and around the corner of the hall. My companions thus safely out of harm’s way, I boldly stepped forward into the room, then let loose my mind in a massive explosion of mental energy, filling the entire tower almost to its roof far above with a hot, burning flame, searing away all of the webs, roasting all of the spiders before they even noticed their webs were gone. Unfortunately, I also rather efficiently roasted the thin strand of rope that was holding up the massive bell above me. As it crashed to the floor, bringing down half the tower with it, I had a flashback to the dragon’s cave, large stalactites of ice falling toward me. I was beginning to sense a theme. Fortunately, my experience with the ice saved me, my normally slow reflexes still managing to get my legs to roll me out of the door before the bell could crush me out of existence. A few pieces of falling debris still hit me, necessitating Kyrnyn’s aid. “Well, that room’s clear. See Morwen, I told you my fire wouldn’t kill him” I said after my head stopped ringing from the bell as I gestured to the formerly cocooned body now buried in a large pile of rubble. We knew we had much further to go in the abbey, and I and Kyrnyn contemplated resting. Morwen suggested we press on. Normally that sounded the rest alarm, but I decided that even low wisdom can be right twice a day. Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Forty-Seven – Caught between a Vrock and a Dire Lion Down the hall we went, Morwen in front. She carefully opened the first door along the wall, and out fell a body. Just a body. We still are not sure where the head is. As it fell and hit the floor, foul green vapors came pouring out of it, filling the air by the door. Kaurophan’s knowledge inside me told me instantly that the green vapors were demon spices that make a human corpse nice and tangy. They were also fatal to just about anything non-demon. Sometimes I wonder just where Kaurophan got all of that information from. Do demons have cooking schools? What was even more surprising was that Larch flew right into the vapors, and was seemingly unaffected by them. I did not know if this was a function of bats or if it was because of some other innateness to druids. It certainly bears further watching. I wonder if this would make him valuable as a food taster for a king – or perhaps fatal if he does not even know when something is poisoned. I did not have long to wonder. In the next instant, after my companions had all entered the room, a large, well-fed Vrock stood before me in the hall, Larch’s Dire Lion standing behind me. This was not good, and not in just the normal demons-are-evil sort of not-good. Because another Vrock, just as well-fed, appeared in front of my companions in the room they were in (which turned out to be the kitchen, though now they are preparing human corpses to eat). Given demon’s seemingly endless teleportation to places very inconvenient, and my own currently low reserve, I decided my mental energy would be better spent on longer term help, and my physical body would be better placed if I were standing in the rubble of the recently collapsed bell tower. Thus, I found myself there again, and the next thought was a call to Valaria. Valaria then appeared before me. I explained the situation to her and described the hall, and then, just before she teleported herself there, I asked her, “Do you have any sisters? And if so, how many?” My mind almost tapped out, I called forth three of Valaria’s sisters in rapid succession, sending each one out to reinforce the other. Through their mind link with me, they told me of the fight. Fortunately for us all, they helped turn the tide, dispatching the Vrocks before any of my companions died. Larch’s Dire Lion was not so lucky. He certainly goes through a lot of animals. From the surface of his mind, I felt his sorrow. I also felt a strong desire for a hippopotamus. When I walked back to the scene, I found my companions intact, though they did have strange vines growing out of their skin. That was one thing I did not know from Kaurophan. But I knew it now. Ee eloquently explained it to me. “Ee breathe bad spores. Spores bad!” The headless corpse had a phylactery of faithfulness around its neck. The kitchen had a tall wooden pantry. I decided against looking in there for food. Ee agreed. “Spices bad!” Ahead of us stood an open doorway. I wondered if we should press on into that room or finally rest. I had just enough mental energy left to prepare my mind for the next two days before resting. The Orc Outhouse awaits us. [/QUOTE]
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