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<blockquote data-quote="pogre" data-source="post: 1643864" data-attributes="member: 6588"><p>Zandyrium</p><p>Episode 05</p><p></p><p>**Remember, all pictures are thumbnails linked to larger pictures if you would like to see more detail.</p><p></p><p>The ogre brought his greatclub down on Thoren with a sickening crunch. Thoren went down on the chamber floor in a pool of his own blood. “Come play with Grosh,” the ogre bellowed.</p><p></p><p>Githraldul pulled back on his bow and aimed carefully. A quick twang recorded the shaft’s leaving the bowstring and it flew straight into the ogre’s eye. The giant reeled in pain and dropped his weapon. He stumbled for a moment or two longer and then fell to dead to the ground from shock and blood loss.</p><p></p><p>The clerics rushed to Thoren’s aid and managed to save him. Thoren was up, but both clerics had exhausted all of their blessings for the day. Reluctantly, the group decided to return to their base camp in the pass.</p><p></p><p>******</p><p></p><p>The darkness of the new moon meant Mōrguhn drew the middle watch. A movement down the trail caught his attention. “Who’s there?” Mōrguhn called out. The dwarf could vaguely make out the outlines of a humanoid heading toward the camp. Something in the creature’s approach told the dwarf it was not hostile.</p><p></p><p>“Mōrguhn?” Mercutio called back.</p><p></p><p>“Aye, Sorcerer,” the relieved dwarf answered. </p><p></p><p>Mercutio came closer still and spoke up, “I am most pleased to see the lot of you has not perished.”</p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0501_mercutio_comes_to_camp.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0501_mercutio_comes_to_camp_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Not likely,” Mōrguhn commented. “We must be crafted of hardier stuff than your previous comrades, ‘though yesterday proved a close call.”</p><p></p><p>Githraldul rose from his bedroll and approached the pair of adventurers.</p><p></p><p>“Return to your slumber elf,” Mōrguhn stated waving a hand dismissively. “It’s just the Saracen-touched sorcerer.”</p><p></p><p>“Welcome Mercutio,” Githraldul offered an open palm. The two clasped forearms in greeting. Githraldul began discussing Mercutio’s journey to the pass. Mōrguhn and Githraldul then recounted the adventurers’ experiences of the previous day.</p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0502_mercutio.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0502_mercutio_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Thoren’s rash action could be a problem in this place,” Mercutio commented.</p><p></p><p>“The fighter is reckless,” Mōrguhn admitted, “But it is good we fight with him. Too much caution can be as formidable an enemy as thoughtless action.”</p><p></p><p>“Though I hesitate to dismiss your wisdom, your watch is over,” Githraldul stated.</p><p></p><p>“And you elf?” Mōrguhn replied.</p><p></p><p>“I have rested enough. As soon as our recently arrived comrade gets bedded down I will awake one of the clergy for the final watch.”</p><p></p><p>“Wake up Heinrich,” Mōrguhn suggested. “He has some good prayers. Justinius is always hoping for last rites.”</p><p></p><p>Githraldul smiled and escorted Mercutio over to one of the group’s tents. The elf sat outside watching the stars for a few minutes and finally woke Heinrich for his watch. Githraldul let the righteous cleric half sleep until the dawn as he listened to the sounds of the hills.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>“Watch out for piles of garbage,” Thoren cautioned Mercutio. The group was making their way back down the stairs into the dungeon complex.</p><p></p><p>“Why may I ask?” Mercutio queried.</p><p></p><p>“They hold rats and the lil’ runts bite hard,” Thoren replied.</p><p></p><p>“Excellent advice my friend,” Mercutio replied with a wink. The truth was Mercutio was grateful to have the simple fighter leading the way down the dark passage.</p><p></p><p>The group traveled into the caves retracing their steps from the previous day and headed deeper into the caves. A corridor terminated in a large chamber with a statue of a large demon dominating the center. </p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0503_orcus_temple.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0503_orcus_temple_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Ahoy, Captain Mac we meet again ye’ dirty bastich!” Wassabe called out.</p><p></p><p>“What in the hell is he talking about?” Mercutio asked.</p><p></p><p>“Who knows,” Justinius replied. “The only thing I know is that statue portrays one of my lord’s most hated enemies, Orcus.”</p><p></p><p>“Whew!” Wassabe said wiping his brow, “Fer a second there I thought ‘tis one of my old rotten captains!”</p><p></p><p>Justinius could only shake his head.</p><p></p><p>“Wassabe, Orcus is a demon prince of undead. He is one of the most fearsome fiends,” Mercutio instructed the mariner.</p><p></p><p>“Aye, that is nearly as bad,” Wassabe admitted.</p><p></p><p>Ginny and Thoren began approaching the statue carefully.</p><p></p><p>Two huge mastiff war dogs bolted out from an unseen corner of the chamber making a beeline for Thoren and Ginny. Githraldul quickly raised his bow and unleashed a pair of arrows knocking one of the canines down. The other dog continued its charge as a brutish orc appeared from the same hidden corner and launched a javelin at the pair. The javelin clanged harmlessly off the Orcus statue. The mastiff leapt for Thoren’s throat, but the fighter quickly stroked his great sword through the dog’s midsection causing it to fall limply to the ground. </p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0504_Thoren_attacked_by_dog.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0504_Thoren_attacked_by_dog_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>The enraged orc attacked with a gleaming axe, but Ginny managed to sidestep his first attack. Ginny stuck the orc in the arm with her sword. </p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0505_ginny_jumped_by_orc.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0505_ginny_jumped_by_orc_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>Heinrich then quickly charged into the combat and smashed his mace into the orc’s neck. An audible cracking noise filled the room as the humanoid fell to the ground lifeless.</p><p></p><p>Ginny began searching over the statue very carefully and found a small dagger near the base. “How cute,” she quipped.</p><p></p><p>“Probably an instrument of sacrifice,” Justinius noted disdainfully. “This was once a large temple, but I suspect it has not been used for a very long time.”</p><p></p><p>“What about our friend here?” Thoren asked giving the orc a kick with his boot.</p><p></p><p>“I doubt this was much more than a lair to him,” Justinius answered.</p><p></p><p>The group explored around the area a bit and decided to head back towards the ogre throne room.</p><p></p><p>****</p><p></p><p>“Oy, what a horrible smell!” Wassabe complained.</p><p></p><p>The group of adventurers entered the throne room in time to see a large horde of rats emerge from the ogre’s corpse and dodge into the shadows. They proceeded out of the throne room to a rubble-choked passageway that opened into a small room. A pair of ratmen watched the group nervously and before the adventurers had a chance to react the ratmen burst into action.</p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0506_ratmen_roadblock.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0506_ratmen_roadblock_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>One ratman bravely charged the group and caught Thoren completely off guard. The other Ratman dashed out of the room. </p><p></p><p>“Don’t let him get away!” Heinrich shouted.</p><p></p><p>Thoren swung wildly at the ratman blocking his path, but missed. Ginny missed the ratman as well.</p><p></p><p>“Kill it quickly! The other is probably warning an entire colony of these vermin!” Heinrich shouted.</p><p></p><p>“Just shut the hell up!” Thoren shouted at the cleric. “I’m doing the best I can,” he complained as he missed the shifty ratman again.</p><p></p><p>The ratman managed to land a blow on the fighter that made him draw back again. </p><p></p><p>“If we cannot kill one – imagine dozens of these things coming our way!” Heinrich yelled.</p><p></p><p>“Shut it! I may not be able to kill this rascal, but I know I can kill a priest!” a frustrated Thoren retorted.</p><p></p><p>The Ratman was dodging and weaving, but managed to hold the whole group of adventurers at bay. It could not last, and a frustrated Thoren finally connected. The result was devastating as the ratman wilted under the fighter’s blow. Split from throat to hips, the creature stared dumbly down at its entrails spill out. The ratman tumbled to the side, graveyard dead.</p><p></p><p>Thoren pressed on, but paused to kick the slain ratman’s head in frustration.</p><p></p><p>“Go slow Thoren,” Ginny cautioned. “They know we’re here. Don’t fall into a trap.”</p><p></p><p>The adventurers voiced their agreement to Ginny’s suggestion and regrouped before heading deeper into the complex. Traveling down the passage, the adventurers could hear skittering, squeaking, banging, and scrapes ahead. The passage emerged in a small room where four ratmen behind a table took aim at the adventurers.</p><p></p><p>Thoren charged the barrier.</p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0507_thoren_charges_ratmen.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0507_thoren_charges_ratmen_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Cut the bilge rats off!” Wassabe shouted as he skirted the table in attempt to assume a flanking position on the ratmen.</p><p></p><p>Thoren’s mighty blade came crashing down and brained one of the ratmen. Almost simultaneously, Justinius loosed a crossbow bolt that caught another vermin-kin in the throat. The ratman collapsed in a gurgle of blood and gasps. The remaining ratmen struck back, deeply wounding Wassabe and sticking Thoren as well.</p><p></p><p>A well timed mace blow from Heinrich killed another ratman, and the other scampered down the passage beyond.</p><p></p><p>“Damn it! Get him!” Thoren shouted.</p><p></p><p>“Easy Thoren,” Ginny commanded. “Take your time, these things rely on ambushes. Let’s not make it easier than it has to be for them.”</p><p></p><p>Mercutio began chanting and tossed a pinch of desert sand into the air. A tiny fey creature appeared in the palm of the sorcerer’s hand and listened as the sorcerer whispered orders to it. The sand sprite left the room, flying at blinding speed after the ratman.</p><p></p><p>A moment later, Mercutio spoke up, “They are very near.”</p><p></p><p>“How do you know?” Justinius asked in genuine curiosity.</p><p></p><p>“Because the sand sprite did not get very far,” Mercutio answered grimly.</p><p></p><p>“That’s quite a spell there,” Mōrguhn commented.</p><p></p><p>“A gift of the desert,” Mercutio replied.</p><p></p><p>The clerics went around to the injured and spent their supplications for the day curing them. Ginny motioned for the group to follow her slowly. In short order the adventurers came into another room containing four more vermin-humanoids, half-hidden by a turned-over table barrier, firing bows at the group. Thoren, as usual charged.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the group follows suit and very quickly all of the ratmen are killed. Barely able to catch a breath after the last of the enemy had fallen another group of four ratmen appeared in the room from another entrance. This group of vermin enemy had an additional member, a magic-user of some kind. Accompanying the magic-user was a rat the size of a medium dog.</p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.pogre.com/0508_ratman_sorceress.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.pogre.com/0508_ratman_sorceress_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></p><p></p><p>“Now, she looks like trouble,” Mercutio noted.</p><p></p><p>Thoren gathered his strength to make a charge, but just as he is started towards the new foe – another group of a half-dozen ratmen appeared at another door to the chamber. As the adventurers hesitated, the magic-user began a mystical chant and threw some powder in the air.</p><p></p><p>Mercutio cursed as he recognized the incantation of <em>sleep</em> heading their way…</p><p></p><p>To be continued…</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pogre, post: 1643864, member: 6588"] Zandyrium Episode 05 **Remember, all pictures are thumbnails linked to larger pictures if you would like to see more detail. The ogre brought his greatclub down on Thoren with a sickening crunch. Thoren went down on the chamber floor in a pool of his own blood. “Come play with Grosh,” the ogre bellowed. Githraldul pulled back on his bow and aimed carefully. A quick twang recorded the shaft’s leaving the bowstring and it flew straight into the ogre’s eye. The giant reeled in pain and dropped his weapon. He stumbled for a moment or two longer and then fell to dead to the ground from shock and blood loss. The clerics rushed to Thoren’s aid and managed to save him. Thoren was up, but both clerics had exhausted all of their blessings for the day. Reluctantly, the group decided to return to their base camp in the pass. ****** The darkness of the new moon meant Mōrguhn drew the middle watch. A movement down the trail caught his attention. “Who’s there?” Mōrguhn called out. The dwarf could vaguely make out the outlines of a humanoid heading toward the camp. Something in the creature’s approach told the dwarf it was not hostile. “Mōrguhn?” Mercutio called back. “Aye, Sorcerer,” the relieved dwarf answered. Mercutio came closer still and spoke up, “I am most pleased to see the lot of you has not perished.” [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0501_mercutio_comes_to_camp.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0501_mercutio_comes_to_camp_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Not likely,” Mōrguhn commented. “We must be crafted of hardier stuff than your previous comrades, ‘though yesterday proved a close call.” Githraldul rose from his bedroll and approached the pair of adventurers. “Return to your slumber elf,” Mōrguhn stated waving a hand dismissively. “It’s just the Saracen-touched sorcerer.” “Welcome Mercutio,” Githraldul offered an open palm. The two clasped forearms in greeting. Githraldul began discussing Mercutio’s journey to the pass. Mōrguhn and Githraldul then recounted the adventurers’ experiences of the previous day. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0502_mercutio.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0502_mercutio_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Thoren’s rash action could be a problem in this place,” Mercutio commented. “The fighter is reckless,” Mōrguhn admitted, “But it is good we fight with him. Too much caution can be as formidable an enemy as thoughtless action.” “Though I hesitate to dismiss your wisdom, your watch is over,” Githraldul stated. “And you elf?” Mōrguhn replied. “I have rested enough. As soon as our recently arrived comrade gets bedded down I will awake one of the clergy for the final watch.” “Wake up Heinrich,” Mōrguhn suggested. “He has some good prayers. Justinius is always hoping for last rites.” Githraldul smiled and escorted Mercutio over to one of the group’s tents. The elf sat outside watching the stars for a few minutes and finally woke Heinrich for his watch. Githraldul let the righteous cleric half sleep until the dawn as he listened to the sounds of the hills. ***** “Watch out for piles of garbage,” Thoren cautioned Mercutio. The group was making their way back down the stairs into the dungeon complex. “Why may I ask?” Mercutio queried. “They hold rats and the lil’ runts bite hard,” Thoren replied. “Excellent advice my friend,” Mercutio replied with a wink. The truth was Mercutio was grateful to have the simple fighter leading the way down the dark passage. The group traveled into the caves retracing their steps from the previous day and headed deeper into the caves. A corridor terminated in a large chamber with a statue of a large demon dominating the center. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0503_orcus_temple.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0503_orcus_temple_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Ahoy, Captain Mac we meet again ye’ dirty bastich!” Wassabe called out. “What in the hell is he talking about?” Mercutio asked. “Who knows,” Justinius replied. “The only thing I know is that statue portrays one of my lord’s most hated enemies, Orcus.” “Whew!” Wassabe said wiping his brow, “Fer a second there I thought ‘tis one of my old rotten captains!” Justinius could only shake his head. “Wassabe, Orcus is a demon prince of undead. He is one of the most fearsome fiends,” Mercutio instructed the mariner. “Aye, that is nearly as bad,” Wassabe admitted. Ginny and Thoren began approaching the statue carefully. Two huge mastiff war dogs bolted out from an unseen corner of the chamber making a beeline for Thoren and Ginny. Githraldul quickly raised his bow and unleashed a pair of arrows knocking one of the canines down. The other dog continued its charge as a brutish orc appeared from the same hidden corner and launched a javelin at the pair. The javelin clanged harmlessly off the Orcus statue. The mastiff leapt for Thoren’s throat, but the fighter quickly stroked his great sword through the dog’s midsection causing it to fall limply to the ground. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0504_Thoren_attacked_by_dog.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0504_Thoren_attacked_by_dog_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] The enraged orc attacked with a gleaming axe, but Ginny managed to sidestep his first attack. Ginny stuck the orc in the arm with her sword. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0505_ginny_jumped_by_orc.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0505_ginny_jumped_by_orc_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Heinrich then quickly charged into the combat and smashed his mace into the orc’s neck. An audible cracking noise filled the room as the humanoid fell to the ground lifeless. Ginny began searching over the statue very carefully and found a small dagger near the base. “How cute,” she quipped. “Probably an instrument of sacrifice,” Justinius noted disdainfully. “This was once a large temple, but I suspect it has not been used for a very long time.” “What about our friend here?” Thoren asked giving the orc a kick with his boot. “I doubt this was much more than a lair to him,” Justinius answered. The group explored around the area a bit and decided to head back towards the ogre throne room. **** “Oy, what a horrible smell!” Wassabe complained. The group of adventurers entered the throne room in time to see a large horde of rats emerge from the ogre’s corpse and dodge into the shadows. They proceeded out of the throne room to a rubble-choked passageway that opened into a small room. A pair of ratmen watched the group nervously and before the adventurers had a chance to react the ratmen burst into action. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0506_ratmen_roadblock.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0506_ratmen_roadblock_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] One ratman bravely charged the group and caught Thoren completely off guard. The other Ratman dashed out of the room. “Don’t let him get away!” Heinrich shouted. Thoren swung wildly at the ratman blocking his path, but missed. Ginny missed the ratman as well. “Kill it quickly! The other is probably warning an entire colony of these vermin!” Heinrich shouted. “Just shut the hell up!” Thoren shouted at the cleric. “I’m doing the best I can,” he complained as he missed the shifty ratman again. The ratman managed to land a blow on the fighter that made him draw back again. “If we cannot kill one – imagine dozens of these things coming our way!” Heinrich yelled. “Shut it! I may not be able to kill this rascal, but I know I can kill a priest!” a frustrated Thoren retorted. The Ratman was dodging and weaving, but managed to hold the whole group of adventurers at bay. It could not last, and a frustrated Thoren finally connected. The result was devastating as the ratman wilted under the fighter’s blow. Split from throat to hips, the creature stared dumbly down at its entrails spill out. The ratman tumbled to the side, graveyard dead. Thoren pressed on, but paused to kick the slain ratman’s head in frustration. “Go slow Thoren,” Ginny cautioned. “They know we’re here. Don’t fall into a trap.” The adventurers voiced their agreement to Ginny’s suggestion and regrouped before heading deeper into the complex. Traveling down the passage, the adventurers could hear skittering, squeaking, banging, and scrapes ahead. The passage emerged in a small room where four ratmen behind a table took aim at the adventurers. Thoren charged the barrier. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0507_thoren_charges_ratmen.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0507_thoren_charges_ratmen_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Cut the bilge rats off!” Wassabe shouted as he skirted the table in attempt to assume a flanking position on the ratmen. Thoren’s mighty blade came crashing down and brained one of the ratmen. Almost simultaneously, Justinius loosed a crossbow bolt that caught another vermin-kin in the throat. The ratman collapsed in a gurgle of blood and gasps. The remaining ratmen struck back, deeply wounding Wassabe and sticking Thoren as well. A well timed mace blow from Heinrich killed another ratman, and the other scampered down the passage beyond. “Damn it! Get him!” Thoren shouted. “Easy Thoren,” Ginny commanded. “Take your time, these things rely on ambushes. Let’s not make it easier than it has to be for them.” Mercutio began chanting and tossed a pinch of desert sand into the air. A tiny fey creature appeared in the palm of the sorcerer’s hand and listened as the sorcerer whispered orders to it. The sand sprite left the room, flying at blinding speed after the ratman. A moment later, Mercutio spoke up, “They are very near.” “How do you know?” Justinius asked in genuine curiosity. “Because the sand sprite did not get very far,” Mercutio answered grimly. “That’s quite a spell there,” Mōrguhn commented. “A gift of the desert,” Mercutio replied. The clerics went around to the injured and spent their supplications for the day curing them. Ginny motioned for the group to follow her slowly. In short order the adventurers came into another room containing four more vermin-humanoids, half-hidden by a turned-over table barrier, firing bows at the group. Thoren, as usual charged. The rest of the group follows suit and very quickly all of the ratmen are killed. Barely able to catch a breath after the last of the enemy had fallen another group of four ratmen appeared in the room from another entrance. This group of vermin enemy had an additional member, a magic-user of some kind. Accompanying the magic-user was a rat the size of a medium dog. [URL=http://www.pogre.com/0508_ratman_sorceress.jpg][IMG] http://www.pogre.com/0508_ratman_sorceress_th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] “Now, she looks like trouble,” Mercutio noted. Thoren gathered his strength to make a charge, but just as he is started towards the new foe – another group of a half-dozen ratmen appeared at another door to the chamber. As the adventurers hesitated, the magic-user began a mystical chant and threw some powder in the air. Mercutio cursed as he recognized the incantation of [I]sleep[/I] heading their way… To be continued… [/QUOTE]
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