OoC:Ahh...back to the old Durgo/bargo dynamic (sniffles a tear...)
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the Giants quickly descend the walls, using the handholds that they know to do so. Goblin Engineers descend as well, ropes and hooks flying, as the little yellow buggers swarm the machine.
Wekerak and Frostbite feel the almost unbearable heat (especially for the Wolk, who whines that he would be better guarding the doorway leading to the hellish Machine-Chamber.
the hobgoblins set up in a defensive parimeter in the outer chamber as well, forming a Phalanx of shields and short spears quickly unlimbered from their packs. Sroka moves among them barking orders, and Wekerak and frostbite both feel the comforting Aura move over them, invigorating their bodies <+1AC>
The Fire Giants reach the Machine, pausing to frown at Bargo and the several smashed bits that he has obviously inflicted. Nearly knocking Forlash from his chain, they jog by and begin pulling levers and venting valves al over the thing, the goblins endevouring to aid in whatever way that they can.
A scream sounds, and Forlash sees a goblin literally cooked to death by a sudden blast of hot air, his lifeless body falling very closeby.
Bargo smelling the savory scent of roast goblin, can't help himself,quickly scooping up the gobbie, crunching down on the blackened skin and delicious seared-in juices.
After a moment of tension, the air pregnant with apprehension, a great grinding can be heard. As the Ash-Vents open all over the Mountain, the resulting shudder knocking most of the hobs and bugbears to the ground,
along with a very angry and startled Bargo, almost causing him to choke on a goblin finger-bone. Standing again, the Muragar can feel the relief in the Mountain, as hot air shoots off into the exit tunnels and the magma below the Great Machine recedes. All seems to be coming back to a more normal state of being.
Below, the Giants call up that they will be able to finish the repairs in the next hour, leaving Durgo's mind to calculate and ponder another problem...the revival of Zuregath.
Nilgo steps forward and says to the Ogre (looking a bit uneasy at the Muragar's ability to walk on air) 'Captain, we can reach the Throne Chamber in about half an hour. I can get us there.Soon our Lord Zuregath will breathe again!'
Sroka salutes the Ogre and states that his troops will stay and guard the entrance to the machine-Chamber, making sure that none of the enemy tamper with the repairs.
Just as Durgo prepares to below at Frlash for some more mojo, a smallish figure detaches from a wall, moving purposefully towards the massive Ogre.
Looking up at the seeting mass of muscle (and at the the second Muragar who climbs over the ledge onto the solid ground once more, a goblin hand still protruding from his mouth),the face of a Gnome peeks forth from .
A gaunt and pallid thing she is, with skin stretched tightly over her tiny frame, yet Durgo can smell the powerful Mojo coming off of this Gnome.
The symbol of Nerull is branded upon her forehead, lending an even more sinister air to her presence.
A backpack slung over her shoulder, she looks to be heading somewhere .
'I am M'eli-Itchi, and i think I can help you in your business, Ogre.'