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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 8006675" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Dark Squad in the Sunless Citadel</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Session #002a Snakebite.</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Dark Squad (in alphabetical order, no egos here).</strong></p><p><strong>Garumn (played by Stu) Male Mountain Dwarf Paladin of Moradin Lvl 1</strong></p><p><strong>Ramshambo (played by Kev) Male Half-Elf Rogue Lvl 1</strong></p><p><strong>Vincenzo (played by Haggis) Male Shifter (Wildhunt) Druid Lvl 1</strong></p><p></p><p>A dank corridor in the depths of the Sunless Citadel, Ram- ear pressed against the ridged and carved ancient stone of the door- listening to the tumblers in the lock roll and spin, easing- prodding with his picks, absolute silence, as he had earlier demanded- the concentration causing beads of sweat to prickle his brow.</p><p></p><p>A nudge here, a tickle… almost…</p><p></p><p>“If you can’t do it Elf, let Snake have a look?” Garumn purred for the second time, and then nodded his head towards Vincenzo, a sudden look of consternation on the druid’s visage.</p><p>“That right Snake?” The affable dwarf added, breaking Ram’s concentration once again.</p><p>“Snaaaaake! Snaaaaake! Enough is too much”, the druid’s tirade began.</p><p>“I am Vincenzo, some call me Vincent, or Vinnie, or Vin- I ‘ave in zer past even answered to Van. It is Garumn not zo difficult name to learn. Zis- snaaaake, zis is unacceptable- rass-ist. Merde, should I call you monsieur dwarf all of ze day long, and per’aps every now and zen- pat you on the ‘ead like a child. Iz zis what you want? Iz it?”</p><p></p><p>Ram straightened from his work at the lock, stretched his legs and groaned slightly, then took the time to admire the countenances of his two companions- how was this one going to play out?</p><p></p><p>Garumn said nothing, his look also neutral- although his eyes never left Vincenzo’s face. He’d learned this trick as a young dwarf, leave a healthy pause before you reply- it makes folk think that you have thought about your response, and/or considered their words.</p><p></p><p>Inside his head the paladin whistled a happy tune, and then took a moment more to think about the bath he was going to have back at the inn, after they had rescued the Hucrele younglings and got out of this dank place. He liked baths, something he was slightly embarrassed by, bathing did not sit well with many of his kin.</p><p></p><p>The silence continued to stretch until Vincenzo could wait no longer, which of course was the moment that Garumn chose to make his reply.</p><p>“I suppose your right, Sn… I mean no harm by it young ‘un- no offense to either of thee. I swear by Moradin. It’s jus…”</p><p>“Just what iz zit Garumn?” Vincenzo, peevishly enquired.</p><p>“Well… I can’t help but noticing- all of the time, that, well… you pair are not dwarves, and so- Elf, and well, Snake.” Garumn concluded with a shrug.</p><p>“A snack is a slithering thing, with itz belly on zer grownd, itz stum-uck in zer dirt- am I zis. Am I? Do you sink zis?”</p><p>“No, no- that’s not it at all. It’s zer… sorry, it’s <u>the</u> fangs-thing, when your face goes all… creepy, it’s just that you look a lot like a… snake.” Garumn hesitantly replied.</p><p>“Do I look like a snack all zer time- Non! Merde, zis world is full of people that look different, ow you zey- CREE-PEE. You do not ‘av to call zem names. It iz wrong, unfrend-lee, it iz rude.”</p><p></p><p>The silence settled in again, eventually Ram got tired of waiting and bent to his task once more, the lock was possibly the most difficult he had ever encountered, and yet Garumn had insisted that they discover what lay beyond the strangely sculpted door. The stone had been crafted and etched to show an eastern water dragon at sport, most odd. The rogue however stuck to his task, while his now silent companions continued to stand guard, and take turns to glare at each other.</p><p></p><p>At least for another minute or so…</p><p></p><p>“If you can’t do it Elf, why not let Druid have a look?” Garumn, affably, offered.</p><p>“…petit connard!” Vinne hissed back, but the moment was lost as a tinny sound echoed down the dank passage- Ram straightened, and wearing a grin pushed the strange stone door open, “voila”, the rogue added with a flourish.</p><p></p><p>The small chamber revealed was bare, save for an odd-looking contraption secured in the far corner- the object a muddle of metal spars and struts supporting a barrel, also made of metal- from which several pipes entered and exited.</p><p></p><p>After receiving the ‘all clear’ nod from Ram, the adventurers wandered over to inspect the newly revealed object.</p><p></p><p>“Cooling unit.” Garumn muttered, and then louder- “same as the Thromberg 3000 Double Entry Forge. They ‘ave them in Adbar, although… no idea what good it does ‘ere?”</p><p>“What you zay?” Vinnie asks.</p><p>“Cooling- liquid enters here, gets cooled in here, and then exits… that-away, simple.” Garumn’s hands dance about the strange contraption as he explains.</p><p>“Owz it cooled- zer liquid?”</p><p>“Good question, druid. If yer give me a hand, I’ll show yer.” Garumn grinned back, a moment later the dwarf and the shifter had, after a few tentative strains, removed the metal bung from the top of the metal barrel.</p><p></p><p>THUNG!</p><p></p><p>At which point their problems really started to coalesce, a tiny humanoid figure- maybe only ten inches tall, with sharp features and fluttering wings, soared up and out of the opening. The strange creature seemed to be made of shards of ice- the chill that suddenly swept over the three onlookers confirmed this.</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]122605[/ATTACH]</p><p></p><p>“Mephit!” Vinnie yelped with surprise, and then equally rushed added, “do not harm it- I will communicate wiz ze creature.”</p><p>Garumn nodded, Ramshambo- his survival instincts suddenly pinging, silently backed out of the small room.</p><p>“We comez in peacez.” The druid offered, although in the deep garbled tongue of the primordial language.</p><p></p><p>The ice mephit fluttered above the strange barrel-device, the creature’s former home- for which read prison, and then answered- “screw you guys I’m outta here”, in its nails down the blackboard high-pitched version of auran, which Vinnie, of course, did not understand. In the same way that the ice mephit did not understand Vinnie’s primordial message.</p><p></p><p>A second later the creature bathed both the dwarf and the shifter in an icy blast of freezing-cold air, Garumn tottered and groaned, while Vinnie dodged- which made all the difference.</p><p></p><p>“You dirty ice-hole!” The enraged dwarf snapped and unlimbered his greatsword, and then in one mighty swing almost shattered the mephit as it attempted to fly free of the chamber. One wing of the now terrified elemental left sheered- it spiralled trying desperately to gain the height it needed to fly up and over its attackers, and out of the door- to freedom. The druid however was much too quick and grabbed the struggling mephit from the air, clasping the creature in his hand- tight, Vinnie snarled- fangs extended, and then he lurched forward and bit the icy elemental’s head clean off.</p><p></p><p>Garumn took a step back, juggled his greatsword and then gulped- it would be Vinnie from here on, he’d make a real effort to remember the druid’s name, he swore to the all father, and then watched in disgust as the shifter spat the dead ice mephit’s head out into the dirty corridor.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 8006675, member: 16069"] [CENTER][B]Dark Squad in the Sunless Citadel[/B][/CENTER] [B]Session #002a Snakebite. Dark Squad (in alphabetical order, no egos here). Garumn (played by Stu) Male Mountain Dwarf Paladin of Moradin Lvl 1 Ramshambo (played by Kev) Male Half-Elf Rogue Lvl 1 Vincenzo (played by Haggis) Male Shifter (Wildhunt) Druid Lvl 1[/B] A dank corridor in the depths of the Sunless Citadel, Ram- ear pressed against the ridged and carved ancient stone of the door- listening to the tumblers in the lock roll and spin, easing- prodding with his picks, absolute silence, as he had earlier demanded- the concentration causing beads of sweat to prickle his brow. A nudge here, a tickle… almost… “If you can’t do it Elf, let Snake have a look?” Garumn purred for the second time, and then nodded his head towards Vincenzo, a sudden look of consternation on the druid’s visage. “That right Snake?” The affable dwarf added, breaking Ram’s concentration once again. “Snaaaaake! Snaaaaake! Enough is too much”, the druid’s tirade began. “I am Vincenzo, some call me Vincent, or Vinnie, or Vin- I ‘ave in zer past even answered to Van. It is Garumn not zo difficult name to learn. Zis- snaaaake, zis is unacceptable- rass-ist. Merde, should I call you monsieur dwarf all of ze day long, and per’aps every now and zen- pat you on the ‘ead like a child. Iz zis what you want? Iz it?” Ram straightened from his work at the lock, stretched his legs and groaned slightly, then took the time to admire the countenances of his two companions- how was this one going to play out? Garumn said nothing, his look also neutral- although his eyes never left Vincenzo’s face. He’d learned this trick as a young dwarf, leave a healthy pause before you reply- it makes folk think that you have thought about your response, and/or considered their words. Inside his head the paladin whistled a happy tune, and then took a moment more to think about the bath he was going to have back at the inn, after they had rescued the Hucrele younglings and got out of this dank place. He liked baths, something he was slightly embarrassed by, bathing did not sit well with many of his kin. The silence continued to stretch until Vincenzo could wait no longer, which of course was the moment that Garumn chose to make his reply. “I suppose your right, Sn… I mean no harm by it young ‘un- no offense to either of thee. I swear by Moradin. It’s jus…” “Just what iz zit Garumn?” Vincenzo, peevishly enquired. “Well… I can’t help but noticing- all of the time, that, well… you pair are not dwarves, and so- Elf, and well, Snake.” Garumn concluded with a shrug. “A snack is a slithering thing, with itz belly on zer grownd, itz stum-uck in zer dirt- am I zis. Am I? Do you sink zis?” “No, no- that’s not it at all. It’s zer… sorry, it’s [U]the[/U] fangs-thing, when your face goes all… creepy, it’s just that you look a lot like a… snake.” Garumn hesitantly replied. “Do I look like a snack all zer time- Non! Merde, zis world is full of people that look different, ow you zey- CREE-PEE. You do not ‘av to call zem names. It iz wrong, unfrend-lee, it iz rude.” The silence settled in again, eventually Ram got tired of waiting and bent to his task once more, the lock was possibly the most difficult he had ever encountered, and yet Garumn had insisted that they discover what lay beyond the strangely sculpted door. The stone had been crafted and etched to show an eastern water dragon at sport, most odd. The rogue however stuck to his task, while his now silent companions continued to stand guard, and take turns to glare at each other. At least for another minute or so… “If you can’t do it Elf, why not let Druid have a look?” Garumn, affably, offered. “…petit connard!” Vinne hissed back, but the moment was lost as a tinny sound echoed down the dank passage- Ram straightened, and wearing a grin pushed the strange stone door open, “voila”, the rogue added with a flourish. The small chamber revealed was bare, save for an odd-looking contraption secured in the far corner- the object a muddle of metal spars and struts supporting a barrel, also made of metal- from which several pipes entered and exited. After receiving the ‘all clear’ nod from Ram, the adventurers wandered over to inspect the newly revealed object. “Cooling unit.” Garumn muttered, and then louder- “same as the Thromberg 3000 Double Entry Forge. They ‘ave them in Adbar, although… no idea what good it does ‘ere?” “What you zay?” Vinnie asks. “Cooling- liquid enters here, gets cooled in here, and then exits… that-away, simple.” Garumn’s hands dance about the strange contraption as he explains. “Owz it cooled- zer liquid?” “Good question, druid. If yer give me a hand, I’ll show yer.” Garumn grinned back, a moment later the dwarf and the shifter had, after a few tentative strains, removed the metal bung from the top of the metal barrel. THUNG! At which point their problems really started to coalesce, a tiny humanoid figure- maybe only ten inches tall, with sharp features and fluttering wings, soared up and out of the opening. The strange creature seemed to be made of shards of ice- the chill that suddenly swept over the three onlookers confirmed this. [ATTACH type="full" alt="003 Ice Mephit.jpg"]122605[/ATTACH] “Mephit!” Vinnie yelped with surprise, and then equally rushed added, “do not harm it- I will communicate wiz ze creature.” Garumn nodded, Ramshambo- his survival instincts suddenly pinging, silently backed out of the small room. “We comez in peacez.” The druid offered, although in the deep garbled tongue of the primordial language. The ice mephit fluttered above the strange barrel-device, the creature’s former home- for which read prison, and then answered- “screw you guys I’m outta here”, in its nails down the blackboard high-pitched version of auran, which Vinnie, of course, did not understand. In the same way that the ice mephit did not understand Vinnie’s primordial message. A second later the creature bathed both the dwarf and the shifter in an icy blast of freezing-cold air, Garumn tottered and groaned, while Vinnie dodged- which made all the difference. “You dirty ice-hole!” The enraged dwarf snapped and unlimbered his greatsword, and then in one mighty swing almost shattered the mephit as it attempted to fly free of the chamber. One wing of the now terrified elemental left sheered- it spiralled trying desperately to gain the height it needed to fly up and over its attackers, and out of the door- to freedom. The druid however was much too quick and grabbed the struggling mephit from the air, clasping the creature in his hand- tight, Vinnie snarled- fangs extended, and then he lurched forward and bit the icy elemental’s head clean off. Garumn took a step back, juggled his greatsword and then gulped- it would be Vinnie from here on, he’d make a real effort to remember the druid’s name, he swore to the all father, and then watched in disgust as the shifter spat the dead ice mephit’s head out into the dirty corridor. [/QUOTE]
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