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<blockquote data-quote="Rerun" data-source="post: 6023168" data-attributes="member: 6700532"><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Upon entering the maw and arriving in the complex proper an unnatural chill set over the five of us. The enclosed area lacked buildings per se, but at various places vines and trees created “rooms” by reaching to the ceiling of interlocking branches. Only scattered sunlight shinned in. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We approached the closest “room” first. Trang held up a hand and we paused outside the blackened split in one of the oaks that served as an entrance and listened. There was no sound. We moved inside and found abandoned blankets and refuse.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Moving on we decided to skip the smaller “rooms” and head directly the large mound at the center of the clearing. Soft groans came from inside and I asked Jessica and Murok, along with Trang and Kugo to wait outside while I did my trick. Concentrating on the mental diamond inside me, my skin turned to the hues of brown of the tangled branches that made up the walls and the greens of the ubiquitous hanging moss. I couldn’t resist a smirk as my companions started. Wait here I said and entered the room. Careful, said Kugo. Trang agreed. This area is cursed.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">It was large, easily some hundred feet across with a domed ceiling that lifted thirty feet unto the air. At the rear of the room there was wide pit surrounded by a network of pullies and cages. Along the walls, often badly crippled and usually melted goblins lay against the walls. They were unarmed and seeming conscious only of their misery. I moved toward the pit. On each side was a large iron cauldron that bubbled despite there being no fire. I declined to look inside.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">At the back of the room a single large tree leaned out over the pit with the figure of a woman leaning out of the tree at waist height, her skin brown as wood, her hair black moss, and an expression of horror on her face. I’d heard of dryads, was this the corpse of one? Edging nearer the pit I saw a viscous green liquid thirty feet down that steamed and roiled. A single cage was suspended just touching the goo in which a goblin languished, screaming hoarsely. I retreated to my companions and reported what I’d seen.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Outside I noticed Trang half watching a crow perched in the branches. It was odd when I thought about it; wildlife seemed to avoid this area. Don’t be obvious, whispered Trang, but that is no crow. It has the rigid angles of Law and the bile of Evil dripping from it. She carefully lifted her bow, not aiming in the direction of the creature, quickly whirled, and snapped off a shot. It struck true but the bird simply flew off, the arrow dangling from its chest.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Are you some kind of elven holy woman Trang? Nothing holy about me, I’m just a damn good actor was the nebulous response.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We decided the large room was suited for the more experienced spell casters to decurse and, conscious of our mission decided to quickly scan more enclosed “buildings.” A rather large tree with a hole hacked in the trunk offered entrance to an area behind what we had dubbed the “temple.” Inside we found allies. Four Stormbirds were sorting through numerous crates and chests while Husku carefully wrapped and pocketed unidentifiable items from the many shelves. Any trouble? Jessica asked.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">None was the reply. Outside of the roots and vines occasionally moving the hinder us but really there has been no danger at all.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Most of the rooms we searched appeared to be filthy housing for goblins or once a bloody kennels for wolves. In one room we found five tortured elves encased in tree branches. They were cut free, though Kugo and Husku refrained from helping us on principle. They didn’t speak common, but Trang was able to talk with them. They were hunters and gathers for the Saldorith people who were obviously captured by the goblins. They were afraid of being sacrificed but the goblins seemed more interested in vicious “sport.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">After an hour we headed back outside only to find the company had advanced to the gates of the compound. Lieutenant Komwill explained that a force of forty wood elves mounted on stags had arrived to fight the goblins and demanded we vacate “their” lands. Komwill grunted. The elves haven’t ruled here in my lifetime, but I guess they have long memories and arrogance to spare. I wish the Lord Captain was here, it is hard talk down to an immortal.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">After the wagons and wounded had crossed into the shadowed enclosure, most of the new grunts, including Kugo and I received orders to dig ditches across the entrances. Trang accompanied Captain Montion and the new head mage Illpuller just past the pits to parlay with the Saldorith force. Illpuller might be wearing his dead master’s robes but it was a common belief Illpuller was far below him in power. He promised Montion and Trang he could create an illusion in the event of trouble that would allow them to escape.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">The elven party was dressed in green tunics, chain shirts, and white furs, especially on their leader who nearly wore a coat of white animal skins and introduced herself as Lady Ranger Seldas. Captain Montion, gazing up from his height of a stout four feet, identified himself and started to speak but Seldas’s eyes were all on Trang.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">The Lady Ranger spoke to Trang in elvish, rudely ignoring Captain Montion. Trang replied and a short exchange followed with Seldas glancing twice at Kugo. Finally Trang said in common that all her answers would be handled by the Captain. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We are glad to see the il lang goblin threat removed said Seldas to Montion, and having completed their destruction we are interested in how long you intend to remain in our home lands.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Out contract was to secure this location for the use of our employers. We have more business than the goblin plague.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">And who are your employers.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Captain Montion hesitates, and Seldas cocks and eyebrow, no one objectionable I hope.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We are employed by the Elementium Trading Corporation; they have invested considerable gold into acquiring access to this location. They have been notified of our success and we are waiting upon their reinforcements and officials. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">That could be a bluff I thought, or just as likely the officers had other means of communication with our employers.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">We have also rescued five of your people from the goblin’s clutches they have been mistreated but are being cared for by our healers.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Lady Seldas’s face turned hard. Return our people to us.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Upon the arrival of our employers and the commencement of negotiations we will return your people as an act of good faith.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I won’t be placated dwarf. You are keeping our people as hostages to remove the option of us removing you forcibly. The threat of their deaths holds my hand.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I protect the Stormbirds Captain Montion said grimly.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">The ranger turned to Trang and said in common, these are your comrades cousin? Perhaps you’ll at least work to keep the orcs from my kin. Then she and her retinue turned and rode off.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">With the trenches dug the officers called a general meeting before the gates. Help would be arriving within five days we were told, and even if they wanted to, the fourty elven riders lacked the numbers to break out strength. We would hold fast.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">That seemed reasonable until morning when through the gates we could see the elves chanting around oak trees, which wobbled, shook, and eventually stood up. I didn’t think my bow or rapier would do much against them. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">Kugo, Trang and I retired to the main hall to talk as its smell usually kept it empty. This is all wrong said Trang. The Lady Ranger was right, Captain Montion hasn’t rescued the elven prisoners, he has turned them into our hostages. He hasn’t said it, but he doesn’t have to, the threat of their death protects us from attack. I won’t be part of this.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I won’t tell you I care about the elven hostages said Kugo, but your honor as a soldier stands between you and desertion.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I won’t follow a criminal captain out of loyalty to the Stormbirds. I’ll free the hostages myself first and face the consequences later.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">This situation could turn very ugly I say, but it hasn’t yet. All the captain is holding out for is the arrival of the Elementium Trading Officials who have the authority to deal with the wood elves. Perhaps we should be asking why Lady Ranger Seldas is threatening battle to drive us out immediately. Why doesn’t she want to negotiate? Why is she acting like she has a time limit. What doesn’t she want us to find?</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I can answer that said a voice in guttural common. We whirled to face the pit at the end of the hall. There was a mutated goblin with one huge arm, an enlarged exposed brain, and long tail hugging the wooden dryad. He must have been one we saw in the cage near the bottom of the pit who had somehow escaped. The goblin bit sharp teeth into the dryad’s breast and sap flowed over the corners of his mouth.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white"><span style="font-size: 15px">I can even help you get rid of the trees the elves awoke. All I ask for in return is the promise of my safety.</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rerun, post: 6023168, member: 6700532"] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Upon entering the maw and arriving in the complex proper an unnatural chill set over the five of us. The enclosed area lacked buildings per se, but at various places vines and trees created “rooms” by reaching to the ceiling of interlocking branches. Only scattered sunlight shinned in. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We approached the closest “room” first. Trang held up a hand and we paused outside the blackened split in one of the oaks that served as an entrance and listened. There was no sound. We moved inside and found abandoned blankets and refuse.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Moving on we decided to skip the smaller “rooms” and head directly the large mound at the center of the clearing. Soft groans came from inside and I asked Jessica and Murok, along with Trang and Kugo to wait outside while I did my trick. Concentrating on the mental diamond inside me, my skin turned to the hues of brown of the tangled branches that made up the walls and the greens of the ubiquitous hanging moss. I couldn’t resist a smirk as my companions started. Wait here I said and entered the room. Careful, said Kugo. Trang agreed. This area is cursed.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]It was large, easily some hundred feet across with a domed ceiling that lifted thirty feet unto the air. At the rear of the room there was wide pit surrounded by a network of pullies and cages. Along the walls, often badly crippled and usually melted goblins lay against the walls. They were unarmed and seeming conscious only of their misery. I moved toward the pit. On each side was a large iron cauldron that bubbled despite there being no fire. I declined to look inside.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]At the back of the room a single large tree leaned out over the pit with the figure of a woman leaning out of the tree at waist height, her skin brown as wood, her hair black moss, and an expression of horror on her face. I’d heard of dryads, was this the corpse of one? Edging nearer the pit I saw a viscous green liquid thirty feet down that steamed and roiled. A single cage was suspended just touching the goo in which a goblin languished, screaming hoarsely. I retreated to my companions and reported what I’d seen.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Outside I noticed Trang half watching a crow perched in the branches. It was odd when I thought about it; wildlife seemed to avoid this area. Don’t be obvious, whispered Trang, but that is no crow. It has the rigid angles of Law and the bile of Evil dripping from it. She carefully lifted her bow, not aiming in the direction of the creature, quickly whirled, and snapped off a shot. It struck true but the bird simply flew off, the arrow dangling from its chest.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Are you some kind of elven holy woman Trang? Nothing holy about me, I’m just a damn good actor was the nebulous response.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We decided the large room was suited for the more experienced spell casters to decurse and, conscious of our mission decided to quickly scan more enclosed “buildings.” A rather large tree with a hole hacked in the trunk offered entrance to an area behind what we had dubbed the “temple.” Inside we found allies. Four Stormbirds were sorting through numerous crates and chests while Husku carefully wrapped and pocketed unidentifiable items from the many shelves. Any trouble? Jessica asked.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]None was the reply. Outside of the roots and vines occasionally moving the hinder us but really there has been no danger at all.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Most of the rooms we searched appeared to be filthy housing for goblins or once a bloody kennels for wolves. In one room we found five tortured elves encased in tree branches. They were cut free, though Kugo and Husku refrained from helping us on principle. They didn’t speak common, but Trang was able to talk with them. They were hunters and gathers for the Saldorith people who were obviously captured by the goblins. They were afraid of being sacrificed but the goblins seemed more interested in vicious “sport.”[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]After an hour we headed back outside only to find the company had advanced to the gates of the compound. Lieutenant Komwill explained that a force of forty wood elves mounted on stags had arrived to fight the goblins and demanded we vacate “their” lands. Komwill grunted. The elves haven’t ruled here in my lifetime, but I guess they have long memories and arrogance to spare. I wish the Lord Captain was here, it is hard talk down to an immortal.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]After the wagons and wounded had crossed into the shadowed enclosure, most of the new grunts, including Kugo and I received orders to dig ditches across the entrances. Trang accompanied Captain Montion and the new head mage Illpuller just past the pits to parlay with the Saldorith force. Illpuller might be wearing his dead master’s robes but it was a common belief Illpuller was far below him in power. He promised Montion and Trang he could create an illusion in the event of trouble that would allow them to escape.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]The elven party was dressed in green tunics, chain shirts, and white furs, especially on their leader who nearly wore a coat of white animal skins and introduced herself as Lady Ranger Seldas. Captain Montion, gazing up from his height of a stout four feet, identified himself and started to speak but Seldas’s eyes were all on Trang.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]The Lady Ranger spoke to Trang in elvish, rudely ignoring Captain Montion. Trang replied and a short exchange followed with Seldas glancing twice at Kugo. Finally Trang said in common that all her answers would be handled by the Captain. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We are glad to see the il lang goblin threat removed said Seldas to Montion, and having completed their destruction we are interested in how long you intend to remain in our home lands.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Out contract was to secure this location for the use of our employers. We have more business than the goblin plague.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]And who are your employers.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Captain Montion hesitates, and Seldas cocks and eyebrow, no one objectionable I hope.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We are employed by the Elementium Trading Corporation; they have invested considerable gold into acquiring access to this location. They have been notified of our success and we are waiting upon their reinforcements and officials. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]That could be a bluff I thought, or just as likely the officers had other means of communication with our employers.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]We have also rescued five of your people from the goblin’s clutches they have been mistreated but are being cared for by our healers.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Lady Seldas’s face turned hard. Return our people to us.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Upon the arrival of our employers and the commencement of negotiations we will return your people as an act of good faith.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I won’t be placated dwarf. You are keeping our people as hostages to remove the option of us removing you forcibly. The threat of their deaths holds my hand.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I protect the Stormbirds Captain Montion said grimly.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]The ranger turned to Trang and said in common, these are your comrades cousin? Perhaps you’ll at least work to keep the orcs from my kin. Then she and her retinue turned and rode off.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]With the trenches dug the officers called a general meeting before the gates. Help would be arriving within five days we were told, and even if they wanted to, the fourty elven riders lacked the numbers to break out strength. We would hold fast.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]That seemed reasonable until morning when through the gates we could see the elves chanting around oak trees, which wobbled, shook, and eventually stood up. I didn’t think my bow or rapier would do much against them. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]Kugo, Trang and I retired to the main hall to talk as its smell usually kept it empty. This is all wrong said Trang. The Lady Ranger was right, Captain Montion hasn’t rescued the elven prisoners, he has turned them into our hostages. He hasn’t said it, but he doesn’t have to, the threat of their death protects us from attack. I won’t be part of this.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I won’t tell you I care about the elven hostages said Kugo, but your honor as a soldier stands between you and desertion.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I won’t follow a criminal captain out of loyalty to the Stormbirds. I’ll free the hostages myself first and face the consequences later.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]This situation could turn very ugly I say, but it hasn’t yet. All the captain is holding out for is the arrival of the Elementium Trading Officials who have the authority to deal with the wood elves. Perhaps we should be asking why Lady Ranger Seldas is threatening battle to drive us out immediately. Why doesn’t she want to negotiate? Why is she acting like she has a time limit. What doesn’t she want us to find?[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I can answer that said a voice in guttural common. We whirled to face the pit at the end of the hall. There was a mutated goblin with one huge arm, an enlarged exposed brain, and long tail hugging the wooden dryad. He must have been one we saw in the cage near the bottom of the pit who had somehow escaped. The goblin bit sharp teeth into the dryad’s breast and sap flowed over the corners of his mouth.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white][SIZE=4]I can even help you get rid of the trees the elves awoke. All I ask for in return is the promise of my safety.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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