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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 251627" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 1, cont.</strong></p><p></p><p>The next morning, the group rested briefly to prepare their spells and equipment for the next assault. Wodyn hunted, and brought down enough game for a decent breakfast, with some leftovers that he donated to Yuusdrail’s kobold tribe. Surprisingly, Yuusdrail had stayed with them through the night, and was present the next morning, along with her real familiar, a crow.</p><p></p><p>Olgar decided it was time to eat a little crow. </p><p></p><p>He walked over to Yuusdrail and sat down. <em>Just get it over with, he thought, Kraig’ll spit on ye later. </em> “Aye, wench, ye done real good yesterday, savin ‘r lives ‘n all. Just want t’ say tha’ ol’ Olgar don’ hold no grudges. Good?” He held out his hand.</p><p></p><p>“Good.” She replied, and licked his hand, holding out her paw for him to do likewise. “Stupid dwarf.”</p><p></p><p>“Bloody kobold wench.” He replied. He touched his tongue to her paw, and bolted. Moving over to where Wodyn sat, sharpening his axe.</p><p></p><p>“Ye, big man, ha’ got more provin’ to do. I dinna like tha’ disappearin’ trick, but I’ll counts the scroll agin’ the healin’ as fair. I’ll be keepin’ me eye on ye.” Olgar nodded once, and watched the man.</p><p></p><p>“Fair enough,” Wodyn replied, “consider the debt paid. Let’s head out.”</p><p></p><p>The group packed up and headed back into the cellar of the farm house. To all appearances, no one had passed through the secret door since the night before. They opened the door and passed back through the temple, which looked similarly untouched. They ignored the door to the baptismal, and instead headed for the second door in the corridor.</p><p></p><p>It opened onto a long, dank passage with a series of six evenly spaced doors running down the right hand side.</p><p></p><p>“Looks like a crypt ‘r penitent’s chambers,” Olgar said, as they moved cautiously forward.</p><p></p><p>Belarn listened at the first door. “Footsteps. Not clear, sort of shambling.”</p><p></p><p>Wodyn turned to Olgar. “Got anything ready for undead?” Olgar shook his head. “We’re exploring a temple to who know what evil god, have already found undead, and you didn’t prepare? Fool!”</p><p></p><p>“Aye, Kraig smite me fer a fool, but he be not granting any undead smashin’ stuff. ‘e prefers the sword,” Olgar explained. “I gots summat special when th’ time comes.”</p><p></p><p>Wodyn just shook his head. Belarn checked each door, and all had similar noises but the last. That door they opened, and found another short corridor that ended with a door to the right.</p><p></p><p>“I go. You stay,” Yuusdrail said, motioning for them to stay put. She moved out ahead, opening the door and entering.</p><p></p><p>“Aye, ye gets the feelin’ she knows more than she’s a tellin’?” Olgar observed. The others could only nod. They crept forward, weapons at the ready.</p><p></p><p>From the room ahead, voices could be heard.</p><p></p><p>“Ah, Yuusdrail,” they heard a cold, soft voice murmur. “So nice of you to return. Have you found anything? Any luck with the book?”</p><p></p><p>“No, master,” the kobold’s voice replied, though without the accent and broken syllables they were used to. “The search has turned up nothing thus far. We will expand our search, and perhaps find what you are looking for.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar gave Alton an “I told you so” look. <em>Bloody kobold’s been working for th’ other side th’ whole time!</em></p><p></p><p>The cold voice returned. “No, Yuusdrail, I no longer need your services. I know what you have been up to, TRAITOR! Have your friends step in so they might witness what happens to one who betrays!”</p><p></p><p>Wodyn charged into the small room. Alton, Olgar, and Belarn followed, stopping at the doorway. The small cell was empty save for the splinters of furniture that had only recently been dismantled. A man stood against the far wall, holding a sickle in one hand and the kobold in the other. At first glance, he appeared naked, though without the “dangle bits,” as Yuusdrail put it. On closer inspection, his skin appeared to have additional eyes and mouths all over it. <em>Human skin armor,</em> Olgar observed, <em>how revoltin’! </em></p><p></p><p>The man had the kobold by the throat. Wodyn was threatening him with his greataxe.</p><p></p><p>“Before you strike, let me make an offer,” the man smoothly continued. “What we search for is one and the same. I am a priest of Moloch. He did not make this temple, nor did any of the gods you worship. It is much older.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar rolled his eyes. <em>Evil villain speech ™, how long do we ha’ ta’ listen? Smack ‘im, Wodyn, ‘n I’ll kill th’ kobold.</em></p><p></p><p>The priest continued. “I am looking for an object hidden here in the temple. I hired these kobolds,” he glared at Yuusdrail, ‘to assist me and ensure I was not disturbed. Obviously, they failed. And the penalty for failure is death. Since I’m out the kobolds, I’ll extend the same offer to you. The knowledge can do you little good, and I’m not interested in the local area, so you have nothing to lose. In fact, in a manner of trade, I’ll offer you this weapon,” he waved the sickle about, “plus a useful potion, for the life of this kobold.”</p><p></p><p><em>Not a bad offer,</em> Olgar thought, <em>prolly bust as many heads fer him as wi’ thi’ bunch.</em></p><p></p><p>“What about the farmer and his family?” Alton countered.</p><p></p><p>“The farmer was gone and his family murdered when I arrived,” the priest replied. “I just put them to use.” He gestured at his armor.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t believe you,” Wodyn replied.</p><p></p><p>“My dear barbarian,” the priest responded, “I don’t care if you believe me or not. Certainly my offer is better that whatever this – creature – can offer you.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar made up his mind. The priest had a good deal, and this one was even better. “Aye, then, sir, we’ll takes ye’ up on yer offer,” – Alton looked shocked – “an’ we’ll takes the magic items – from your dead body!”</p><p></p><p>Olgar and Alton began casting spells, as did the snarling priest. A glowing badger appeared next to the man, which bit at his heels and disappeared. A glowing nimbus of blue armor surrounded Alton. Belarn fired an arrow harmlessly at the man. Yuusdrail smacked at him with her quarterstaff, ineffectually.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn just flexed his muscles, and beheaded him with his axe.</p><p></p><p>“Kind o’ anti-clima’tic, would’n ye say? “ Olgar asked the big man, once the priest’s body dropped. Wodyn just shrugged.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 251627, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 1, cont.[/b] The next morning, the group rested briefly to prepare their spells and equipment for the next assault. Wodyn hunted, and brought down enough game for a decent breakfast, with some leftovers that he donated to Yuusdrail’s kobold tribe. Surprisingly, Yuusdrail had stayed with them through the night, and was present the next morning, along with her real familiar, a crow. Olgar decided it was time to eat a little crow. He walked over to Yuusdrail and sat down. [i]Just get it over with, he thought, Kraig’ll spit on ye later. [/i] “Aye, wench, ye done real good yesterday, savin ‘r lives ‘n all. Just want t’ say tha’ ol’ Olgar don’ hold no grudges. Good?” He held out his hand. “Good.” She replied, and licked his hand, holding out her paw for him to do likewise. “Stupid dwarf.” “Bloody kobold wench.” He replied. He touched his tongue to her paw, and bolted. Moving over to where Wodyn sat, sharpening his axe. “Ye, big man, ha’ got more provin’ to do. I dinna like tha’ disappearin’ trick, but I’ll counts the scroll agin’ the healin’ as fair. I’ll be keepin’ me eye on ye.” Olgar nodded once, and watched the man. “Fair enough,” Wodyn replied, “consider the debt paid. Let’s head out.” The group packed up and headed back into the cellar of the farm house. To all appearances, no one had passed through the secret door since the night before. They opened the door and passed back through the temple, which looked similarly untouched. They ignored the door to the baptismal, and instead headed for the second door in the corridor. It opened onto a long, dank passage with a series of six evenly spaced doors running down the right hand side. “Looks like a crypt ‘r penitent’s chambers,” Olgar said, as they moved cautiously forward. Belarn listened at the first door. “Footsteps. Not clear, sort of shambling.” Wodyn turned to Olgar. “Got anything ready for undead?” Olgar shook his head. “We’re exploring a temple to who know what evil god, have already found undead, and you didn’t prepare? Fool!” “Aye, Kraig smite me fer a fool, but he be not granting any undead smashin’ stuff. ‘e prefers the sword,” Olgar explained. “I gots summat special when th’ time comes.” Wodyn just shook his head. Belarn checked each door, and all had similar noises but the last. That door they opened, and found another short corridor that ended with a door to the right. “I go. You stay,” Yuusdrail said, motioning for them to stay put. She moved out ahead, opening the door and entering. “Aye, ye gets the feelin’ she knows more than she’s a tellin’?” Olgar observed. The others could only nod. They crept forward, weapons at the ready. From the room ahead, voices could be heard. “Ah, Yuusdrail,” they heard a cold, soft voice murmur. “So nice of you to return. Have you found anything? Any luck with the book?” “No, master,” the kobold’s voice replied, though without the accent and broken syllables they were used to. “The search has turned up nothing thus far. We will expand our search, and perhaps find what you are looking for.” Olgar gave Alton an “I told you so” look. [i]Bloody kobold’s been working for th’ other side th’ whole time![/i] The cold voice returned. “No, Yuusdrail, I no longer need your services. I know what you have been up to, TRAITOR! Have your friends step in so they might witness what happens to one who betrays!” Wodyn charged into the small room. Alton, Olgar, and Belarn followed, stopping at the doorway. The small cell was empty save for the splinters of furniture that had only recently been dismantled. A man stood against the far wall, holding a sickle in one hand and the kobold in the other. At first glance, he appeared naked, though without the “dangle bits,” as Yuusdrail put it. On closer inspection, his skin appeared to have additional eyes and mouths all over it. [i]Human skin armor,[/i] Olgar observed, [i]how revoltin’! [/i] The man had the kobold by the throat. Wodyn was threatening him with his greataxe. “Before you strike, let me make an offer,” the man smoothly continued. “What we search for is one and the same. I am a priest of Moloch. He did not make this temple, nor did any of the gods you worship. It is much older.” Olgar rolled his eyes. [i]Evil villain speech ™, how long do we ha’ ta’ listen? Smack ‘im, Wodyn, ‘n I’ll kill th’ kobold.[/i] The priest continued. “I am looking for an object hidden here in the temple. I hired these kobolds,” he glared at Yuusdrail, ‘to assist me and ensure I was not disturbed. Obviously, they failed. And the penalty for failure is death. Since I’m out the kobolds, I’ll extend the same offer to you. The knowledge can do you little good, and I’m not interested in the local area, so you have nothing to lose. In fact, in a manner of trade, I’ll offer you this weapon,” he waved the sickle about, “plus a useful potion, for the life of this kobold.” [i]Not a bad offer,[/i] Olgar thought, [i]prolly bust as many heads fer him as wi’ thi’ bunch.[/i] “What about the farmer and his family?” Alton countered. “The farmer was gone and his family murdered when I arrived,” the priest replied. “I just put them to use.” He gestured at his armor. “I don’t believe you,” Wodyn replied. “My dear barbarian,” the priest responded, “I don’t care if you believe me or not. Certainly my offer is better that whatever this – creature – can offer you.” Olgar made up his mind. The priest had a good deal, and this one was even better. “Aye, then, sir, we’ll takes ye’ up on yer offer,” – Alton looked shocked – “an’ we’ll takes the magic items – from your dead body!” Olgar and Alton began casting spells, as did the snarling priest. A glowing badger appeared next to the man, which bit at his heels and disappeared. A glowing nimbus of blue armor surrounded Alton. Belarn fired an arrow harmlessly at the man. Yuusdrail smacked at him with her quarterstaff, ineffectually. Wodyn just flexed his muscles, and beheaded him with his axe. “Kind o’ anti-clima’tic, would’n ye say? “ Olgar asked the big man, once the priest’s body dropped. Wodyn just shrugged. [/QUOTE]
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