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<blockquote data-quote="pogre" data-source="post: 524882" data-attributes="member: 6588"><p><strong>Episode 10</strong></p><p></p><p>Episode 10</p><p>Pogre’s campaign – To Save a Soul</p><p></p><p>The huge hobgoblin bore down on Scapa and the poor sorcerer readied himself for the worst.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.divinebattlelust.com/story_hour/0209_scapa_gets_jumped_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p><a href="http://www.divinebattlelust.com/story_hour/0209_scapa_gets_jumped.jpg" target="_blank">Scapa gets jumped.</a></p><p></p><p>Miraculously, the big Hobgoblin missed wildly. Bridget and Johann bounded down the stairs and over to help the spell caster. Scapa stepped back and tried to slow the beast down with a magic invocation, but the nasty-looking humanoid shrugged off the magic.</p><p></p><p>The hobgoblin now took careful measure of its unarmored foe and closed the distance between them. Lashing out with its weapon the Hobgoblin boss nicked the sorcerer’s forearm, which immediately began to bleed profusely. Scapa was just glad the fiend had not loosed his whole arm free from his torso.</p><p></p><p>Bridget and Johann arrived and interposed themselves between the backing sorcerer and the advancing hobgoblin. The Hobgoblin snarled at the sorcerer’s rescuers and took up a defensive position while he reassessed the situation. Johann struck wildly at the humanoid, but his blow was glanced aside by the Hobgoblin’s shield. The cleric’s efforts were likewise turned aside by the humanoid. </p><p></p><p>Finally, the Hobgoblin perceived an opening and uncorked a mighty swing at the fighter. Johann narrowly averted the blade and brought his blade up simultaneously at the springing Hobgoblin. Johann’s blade pierced under the beast’s chin, driving through his tongue and palate, and lodged deeply in his brain. Crimson oozed from the Hobgoblin’s eyes, nose, and mouth and the dull look of death passed over his pupils.</p><p></p><p>The Hobgoblin toppled to his side and Johann lorded over him, pulling his weapon from the Hobgoblin’s skull triumphantly. The cleric averted her eyes from the grisly scene, a bit overcome by the bloody work.</p><p></p><p>Scapa gave the pair a look of thanks as they looked back to him to check on his welfare. He spoke slowly, “I guess I should not have taken off like that…”</p><p></p><p>“There’s a lot of that going around,” Johann replied with a chuckle.</p><p></p><p>The group gathered together and began searching the farmstead. Bridget gave a cheer of discovery in the barn, “Hey! There’s something behind this brick. Come help me move it.”</p><p></p><p>The brick was moved aside to reveal a cubbyhole.</p><p></p><p>“It might be trapped,” Scapa warned.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, I know, “ Johann replied. “Well, I guess none of you have much experience with traps… So here goes nothing!”</p><p></p><p>The sharp needle dug deep into the fighter’s hand and Johann recoiled in pain. </p><p></p><p>“Well, the good news is I just disarmed the trap. The bad news these things usually come with a bit of poison to send the message home. Do you have anything to help me Bridget?”</p><p></p><p>“Just a prayer,” she answered. </p><p></p><p>“Did you find out what is in there?” Shannon asked weakly. The fighter was still reeling from the effects of his injuries.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” Johann answered. He proceeded to reach in the hole and produced a small box. “This.”</p><p></p><p>“That looks too small to hold a recipe book,” Scapa mused. “Perhaps the rogue tore the recipe from the book and put it in the box. Let’s take a look.”</p><p></p><p>“Help yourself, Scapa,” Johann replied. “I am done finding traps today.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah, yes. Well perhaps I will hold off. A trap on this box seems likely – it looks like some sort of puzzle box.”</p><p></p><p>“I cannot make ale anyway. I say we take the whole thing back to Turin. It’s pretty small,” Johann said.</p><p></p><p>…</p><p></p><p>The group returned to the Quail’s Covey and met with their new patron Turin. They explained their adventure to the dwarf and handed him the puzzle box.</p><p></p><p>“You were wise to leave this closed,” the Dwarf agreed. “I have an acquaintance who can open this thing more safely than we can any way. I’ll go meet him and see what we can find out.”</p><p></p><p>“And our reward?” Johann asked.</p><p></p><p>“Oh yes, of course, here you are,” the Dwarf answered throwing down a bag of coins. “Come back on the morrow and we will discover if I owe you even more!”</p><p></p><p>The group thanked the Dwarf and agreed to lunch with him the following day.</p><p></p><p>…</p><p></p><p>Turin did not like this side of Hemmerschneg. The turning, dense streets and the smell of waste were of no concern, but there was a palpable malaise that permeated the air. It cast a pall over the small flats and huts that were huddled against one another. He followed a short flight of stairs down to a wooden door. He knocked thrice and a face appeared in a window. He flashed the face a sign and was allowed into the place. He entered a dark low room that smelled of men, smoke, and ale. </p><p></p><p>“I’m seeking Filch,” he said. Some nameless person in a dark cowl pointed to the backroom. Turin walked to the back slowly with his hand wrapped tight around a dagger. He reached a curtained area and stuck his head through. He saw a skinny man having a romp with a young lady.</p><p></p><p>“Just wait your turn,” she squawked at him. “There’s plenty of woman for everyone.”</p><p></p><p>Her customer turned his head and a look of recognition came over his face. “Ho there! Turin! Wait a second will you while I finish here?”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll be right outside,” the Dwarf replied.</p><p></p><p>“No wait,” the indisposed man said. “Ah, that’s got it. Move on my lady, me and my mate got business here.”</p><p></p><p>Both parties hurriedly buttoned their garments. As she was leaving she told the Dwarf, “I’ll be back if you want your shot, short stuff.” She brushed her torso hard against the Dwarf on her way out, giving him a black-toothed smile.</p><p></p><p>“Lovely,” Turin said sarcastically.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah well, we ain’t gettin’ married Gov’. What brings you to this fine area?”</p><p></p><p>“This,” the Dwarf replied holding out the puzzle box.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, let us see.”</p><p></p><p>“Hold on – this is a commission job. How much to make sure it’s not trapped and open the box?”</p><p></p><p>“Hmmm, never seen one like this. How’s 20 gold sound?”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds expensive. I was thinking 5, but I’ll give you the 10 gold I brought with me.”</p><p></p><p>“Ten it is mate.”</p><p></p><p>Filch worked over the box feverishly. Following just a few minutes he popped the puzzle box open. “What’s this then?” he asked.</p><p></p><p>To be continued…</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pogre, post: 524882, member: 6588"] [b]Episode 10[/b] Episode 10 Pogre’s campaign – To Save a Soul The huge hobgoblin bore down on Scapa and the poor sorcerer readied himself for the worst. [IMG]http://www.divinebattlelust.com/story_hour/0209_scapa_gets_jumped_th.jpg[/IMG] [URL=http://www.divinebattlelust.com/story_hour/0209_scapa_gets_jumped.jpg]Scapa gets jumped.[/URL] Miraculously, the big Hobgoblin missed wildly. Bridget and Johann bounded down the stairs and over to help the spell caster. Scapa stepped back and tried to slow the beast down with a magic invocation, but the nasty-looking humanoid shrugged off the magic. The hobgoblin now took careful measure of its unarmored foe and closed the distance between them. Lashing out with its weapon the Hobgoblin boss nicked the sorcerer’s forearm, which immediately began to bleed profusely. Scapa was just glad the fiend had not loosed his whole arm free from his torso. Bridget and Johann arrived and interposed themselves between the backing sorcerer and the advancing hobgoblin. The Hobgoblin snarled at the sorcerer’s rescuers and took up a defensive position while he reassessed the situation. Johann struck wildly at the humanoid, but his blow was glanced aside by the Hobgoblin’s shield. The cleric’s efforts were likewise turned aside by the humanoid. Finally, the Hobgoblin perceived an opening and uncorked a mighty swing at the fighter. Johann narrowly averted the blade and brought his blade up simultaneously at the springing Hobgoblin. Johann’s blade pierced under the beast’s chin, driving through his tongue and palate, and lodged deeply in his brain. Crimson oozed from the Hobgoblin’s eyes, nose, and mouth and the dull look of death passed over his pupils. The Hobgoblin toppled to his side and Johann lorded over him, pulling his weapon from the Hobgoblin’s skull triumphantly. The cleric averted her eyes from the grisly scene, a bit overcome by the bloody work. Scapa gave the pair a look of thanks as they looked back to him to check on his welfare. He spoke slowly, “I guess I should not have taken off like that…” “There’s a lot of that going around,” Johann replied with a chuckle. The group gathered together and began searching the farmstead. Bridget gave a cheer of discovery in the barn, “Hey! There’s something behind this brick. Come help me move it.” The brick was moved aside to reveal a cubbyhole. “It might be trapped,” Scapa warned. “Yeah, I know, “ Johann replied. “Well, I guess none of you have much experience with traps… So here goes nothing!” The sharp needle dug deep into the fighter’s hand and Johann recoiled in pain. “Well, the good news is I just disarmed the trap. The bad news these things usually come with a bit of poison to send the message home. Do you have anything to help me Bridget?” “Just a prayer,” she answered. “Did you find out what is in there?” Shannon asked weakly. The fighter was still reeling from the effects of his injuries. “Yeah,” Johann answered. He proceeded to reach in the hole and produced a small box. “This.” “That looks too small to hold a recipe book,” Scapa mused. “Perhaps the rogue tore the recipe from the book and put it in the box. Let’s take a look.” “Help yourself, Scapa,” Johann replied. “I am done finding traps today.” “Ah, yes. Well perhaps I will hold off. A trap on this box seems likely – it looks like some sort of puzzle box.” “I cannot make ale anyway. I say we take the whole thing back to Turin. It’s pretty small,” Johann said. … The group returned to the Quail’s Covey and met with their new patron Turin. They explained their adventure to the dwarf and handed him the puzzle box. “You were wise to leave this closed,” the Dwarf agreed. “I have an acquaintance who can open this thing more safely than we can any way. I’ll go meet him and see what we can find out.” “And our reward?” Johann asked. “Oh yes, of course, here you are,” the Dwarf answered throwing down a bag of coins. “Come back on the morrow and we will discover if I owe you even more!” The group thanked the Dwarf and agreed to lunch with him the following day. … Turin did not like this side of Hemmerschneg. The turning, dense streets and the smell of waste were of no concern, but there was a palpable malaise that permeated the air. It cast a pall over the small flats and huts that were huddled against one another. He followed a short flight of stairs down to a wooden door. He knocked thrice and a face appeared in a window. He flashed the face a sign and was allowed into the place. He entered a dark low room that smelled of men, smoke, and ale. “I’m seeking Filch,” he said. Some nameless person in a dark cowl pointed to the backroom. Turin walked to the back slowly with his hand wrapped tight around a dagger. He reached a curtained area and stuck his head through. He saw a skinny man having a romp with a young lady. “Just wait your turn,” she squawked at him. “There’s plenty of woman for everyone.” Her customer turned his head and a look of recognition came over his face. “Ho there! Turin! Wait a second will you while I finish here?” “I’ll be right outside,” the Dwarf replied. “No wait,” the indisposed man said. “Ah, that’s got it. Move on my lady, me and my mate got business here.” Both parties hurriedly buttoned their garments. As she was leaving she told the Dwarf, “I’ll be back if you want your shot, short stuff.” She brushed her torso hard against the Dwarf on her way out, giving him a black-toothed smile. “Lovely,” Turin said sarcastically. “Yeah well, we ain’t gettin’ married Gov’. What brings you to this fine area?” “This,” the Dwarf replied holding out the puzzle box. “Oh, let us see.” “Hold on – this is a commission job. How much to make sure it’s not trapped and open the box?” “Hmmm, never seen one like this. How’s 20 gold sound?” “Sounds expensive. I was thinking 5, but I’ll give you the 10 gold I brought with me.” “Ten it is mate.” Filch worked over the box feverishly. Following just a few minutes he popped the puzzle box open. “What’s this then?” he asked. To be continued… [/QUOTE]
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