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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 251368" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 1, cont.</strong></p><p></p><p>Belarn crept back and opened the door softly, stealing into the room like a cat. He gently tipped the flasks of oil onto the ground, forming a puddle in the aisleway. Olgar could just make out the rows of pews on either side of the aisle, and the skeleton gesticulating in from of an altar.</p><p></p><p>There was a noise behind them, like pots and pans rattling. The skeleton stopped gesticulating, and pointed back toward the doorway. Wodyn kicked the door open the rest of the way, and the group could see six more skeletons rising from the pews and moving slowly into the aisle – into the puddle of oil. </p><p></p><p>Belarn backed away from the aisle toward the far wall, the puddle of oil preventing him from rejoining the party. Two of the skeletons turned to follow him. The other four moved toward the open doorway, where Wodyn stood, torch in hand. </p><p></p><p>Wodyn dropped the torch into the oil and stepped back, pulling another small flask from his pouch. The oil exploded in a ball of fire, causing the four advancing skeletons to burst into flame. They disregarded their now burning bones and continued to advance.</p><p></p><p>“By the power of Kraig, I banish thee!” Olgar shouted, holding up his upraised fist, making the holy symbol of Kraig’s power. Nothing. <em>Guess ol’ Kraig expects us to do it the hard way, </em>he thought, pulling out his crossbow.</p><p></p><p>Olgar and Alton attempted to fire their crossbows past Wodyn into the temple, but the bolts ricocheted away, useless. Yuusdrail the kobold gripped he staff and waited. As the first two burning skeletons reached the door way, Wodyn threw the second flask at them. Water turned to acid as it his the undead creatures, causing them to melt, buckle, and finally fall to the floor, inert. The remaining two burning skeletons continued to advance, but were incinerated by the time they reached the doorway.</p><p></p><p>Belarn meanwhile was tumbling for his life, trying to stay out of the way of the two skeletons chasing him. He rolled this way and that, barely managing to avoid their grasp.</p><p></p><p>As the flames gradually died down, Wodyn charged into the room, followed closely by Yussdrail. Wodyn closed with the skeleton on the altar, swinging his axe wildly and knocking chips from its bones. The skeleton responded by raking him with its skeletal claws.</p><p></p><p>Alton bounded past Olgar into the temple, jumping over pews, and landing a one-two punch-kick combination on one of the skeletons threatening Belarn, dropping it. Olgar, burdened down by his armor, followed, sword raised, but the remaining skeletons were being herded into a corner, out of his reach. Aided by a couple of whacks of the kobold’s staff, Wodyn finished them.</p><p></p><p>“Well, that was easy,” Belarn said, as he crawled from under a temple pew.</p><p></p><p>“Aye, thanks t’ th’ barbarian’s big axe!” Olgar muttered, looking around. The old temple was dusty, musty, and felt oppressive. Torches lit the walls – magical ones, probably, since they gave off only light, not heat or smoke. The pews were dry rotted. The altar was covered in more of those writhing symbols, and there were tools of some sort of top of it. Behind the altar was a window that looked in on a calm pool of dank water.</p><p></p><p>“This place is evil,” Wodyn said, “when we get a chance we should come back and consecrate it.”</p><p></p><p>“Consecrate my arse!” Olgar retorted, “I’ll consecrate it in th’ name o’ Kraig! Kraig ha’ been victorious here!” He smashed the objects on the altar with his sword, scratching a symbol of an upraised fist into its surface.</p><p></p><p>As he did so, the room seemed to go strangely silent. His vision swam as if he were under water, and he felt a brief vertigo. His head hurt like it were being stretched, and his mind felt as if it were expanding. The feeling passed, and he found the others staring at him.</p><p></p><p>“Stupid dwarf,” the kobold said, “kobold know better that to defile altar.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, you’re head’s bigger!” Belarn mocked. “Not that it wasn’t huge to begin with!”</p><p></p><p>“At ease, runt!” Olgar barked. He felt his head with his hand. It was swollen-feeling, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed more pronounced. <em> By Kraig, what manner o’ curse is this! All I ha’ done were fer yer glory! Protect yer humble servant! </em>Nothing. <em>Bloody Kraig, likely off on a bender again. </em> “Bloody kobold wench!”</p><p></p><p>“That was strange,” Wodyn said. “are you alright?”</p><p></p><p>“Nae tha’ I canna atone fer, me boy,” Olgar muttered, “Runt, try th’ door.”</p><p></p><p>Belarn looked over the rear exit to the temple while Alton attended to Wodyn’s wounds. He looked at the others and shrugged, then opened the door. Beyond was a short hallway, with two widely spaced doors along the right-hand side.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 251368, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 1, cont.[/b] Belarn crept back and opened the door softly, stealing into the room like a cat. He gently tipped the flasks of oil onto the ground, forming a puddle in the aisleway. Olgar could just make out the rows of pews on either side of the aisle, and the skeleton gesticulating in from of an altar. There was a noise behind them, like pots and pans rattling. The skeleton stopped gesticulating, and pointed back toward the doorway. Wodyn kicked the door open the rest of the way, and the group could see six more skeletons rising from the pews and moving slowly into the aisle – into the puddle of oil. Belarn backed away from the aisle toward the far wall, the puddle of oil preventing him from rejoining the party. Two of the skeletons turned to follow him. The other four moved toward the open doorway, where Wodyn stood, torch in hand. Wodyn dropped the torch into the oil and stepped back, pulling another small flask from his pouch. The oil exploded in a ball of fire, causing the four advancing skeletons to burst into flame. They disregarded their now burning bones and continued to advance. “By the power of Kraig, I banish thee!” Olgar shouted, holding up his upraised fist, making the holy symbol of Kraig’s power. Nothing. [i]Guess ol’ Kraig expects us to do it the hard way, [/i]he thought, pulling out his crossbow. Olgar and Alton attempted to fire their crossbows past Wodyn into the temple, but the bolts ricocheted away, useless. Yuusdrail the kobold gripped he staff and waited. As the first two burning skeletons reached the door way, Wodyn threw the second flask at them. Water turned to acid as it his the undead creatures, causing them to melt, buckle, and finally fall to the floor, inert. The remaining two burning skeletons continued to advance, but were incinerated by the time they reached the doorway. Belarn meanwhile was tumbling for his life, trying to stay out of the way of the two skeletons chasing him. He rolled this way and that, barely managing to avoid their grasp. As the flames gradually died down, Wodyn charged into the room, followed closely by Yussdrail. Wodyn closed with the skeleton on the altar, swinging his axe wildly and knocking chips from its bones. The skeleton responded by raking him with its skeletal claws. Alton bounded past Olgar into the temple, jumping over pews, and landing a one-two punch-kick combination on one of the skeletons threatening Belarn, dropping it. Olgar, burdened down by his armor, followed, sword raised, but the remaining skeletons were being herded into a corner, out of his reach. Aided by a couple of whacks of the kobold’s staff, Wodyn finished them. “Well, that was easy,” Belarn said, as he crawled from under a temple pew. “Aye, thanks t’ th’ barbarian’s big axe!” Olgar muttered, looking around. The old temple was dusty, musty, and felt oppressive. Torches lit the walls – magical ones, probably, since they gave off only light, not heat or smoke. The pews were dry rotted. The altar was covered in more of those writhing symbols, and there were tools of some sort of top of it. Behind the altar was a window that looked in on a calm pool of dank water. “This place is evil,” Wodyn said, “when we get a chance we should come back and consecrate it.” “Consecrate my arse!” Olgar retorted, “I’ll consecrate it in th’ name o’ Kraig! Kraig ha’ been victorious here!” He smashed the objects on the altar with his sword, scratching a symbol of an upraised fist into its surface. As he did so, the room seemed to go strangely silent. His vision swam as if he were under water, and he felt a brief vertigo. His head hurt like it were being stretched, and his mind felt as if it were expanding. The feeling passed, and he found the others staring at him. “Stupid dwarf,” the kobold said, “kobold know better that to defile altar.” “Yeah, you’re head’s bigger!” Belarn mocked. “Not that it wasn’t huge to begin with!” “At ease, runt!” Olgar barked. He felt his head with his hand. It was swollen-feeling, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed more pronounced. [i] By Kraig, what manner o’ curse is this! All I ha’ done were fer yer glory! Protect yer humble servant! [/i]Nothing. [i]Bloody Kraig, likely off on a bender again. [/i] “Bloody kobold wench!” “That was strange,” Wodyn said. “are you alright?” “Nae tha’ I canna atone fer, me boy,” Olgar muttered, “Runt, try th’ door.” Belarn looked over the rear exit to the temple while Alton attended to Wodyn’s wounds. He looked at the others and shrugged, then opened the door. Beyond was a short hallway, with two widely spaced doors along the right-hand side. [/QUOTE]
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