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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7207721" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>THE HIDDEN: BEYOND NEW WATER</p><p>02 WORK DETAIL</p><p>SEGMENT 114</p><p>“STRONG BODIES & STRONG SPIRITS”</p><p>7/28/17</p><p></p><p></p><p>EYRE 26, 1000</p><p>Coming back from scouting along the river’s edge, Orthos, the undead Knight and the Inquisitive spot something in the trees ahead. Something very very large. And its moving towards the camp!</p><p>They hurry to the battle and find….. a welcoming celebration?</p><p></p><p>Two huge warforged titans are standing within the camp along with a carriage with Cannith markings.</p><p></p><p>Fearing delays, the Orien camp has hired Cannith to aid them.</p><p>. </p><p>“Cadd d’Cannith, this is Orthos, Keldrix and Tyson.” Williams introduces them. “…and these are Axe-Hammer and Hammer-Axe.” He steps back and waves to the two titans.</p><p></p><p>“They will increase our speed and build our bridge.” Williams says with a smile.</p><p></p><p>DRAVAGO 5, 1000</p><p></p><p>A temporary bridge has been completed and the camp successfully moved further west close to the Red Stone River. Orthos has been continuing to search north along the river’s edge. It seems the Children of Winter have either been defeated or has left for easier targets.</p><p></p><p>Orthos is slightly concerned about the addition of Cannith and its two monsters of technology. In part he joined this expedition to keep the damage to the forest to a minimum. The original plans were to travel directly through the center of the “old” forest. He was able to divert them more to the south along the mountains. But now, with these two engines of destruction, they can cut and work acres of land in a day. What if he and his replacements can not do this? What if they can not keep up with Cannith. These kinds of thoughts can drive a dwarf to drink.</p><p></p><p>Every morning consists of a brief breakfast meeting as Tucker and Orthos decide where to go next. Once Tucker leaves, the dwarf asks Zigland what he knows of alcohol- especially strong dwarven ale. Zigland smiles big and proudly. He could easily make some. Orthos smiles a toothy dwarven smile and claps the changeling on the back. “Hoy- strong drink it must be. The strongest.”</p><p></p><p>They look about for the day and find nothing of interest. Fole and Zigland have been busy. They borrow a few items from Cadd whom is also interested in this strong drink. There is an feel of joy and festiveness in the air as they collect potatoes and sugar. A few “secret” ingredients that the Master Chef Talmeo gave him. He is especially careful with these as he wants mere drops added to a multi-gallon pot. (as alcohol is a mild poison…. A stronger brew has a stronger….poison ?!?)</p><p></p><p>DRAVAGO 6, 1000</p><p>The closest thing to an encounter today is Tyson sliding down a dirt hill side and startling a beaver. At least there are no Dire Beavers suggests Tyson. Orthos smiles…. “City Folks…..”</p><p></p><p>They reach camp and the excitement is nearly palatable (literally) as Zig has made a turkey meal with winterberry sauce and cheese biscuits. After the meal the entire camp comes to the second cook prep table. Here a small fire and lots of tubes intertwine with metal and glass tubes and containers. Tyson sees the alchemist background in Zig’s work.</p><p></p><p>“You, dear dwarf, get the first drink.” Says Zig as he dips a tin cup into a large bowl of mostly clear fluid. The dwarf smells it first. The hairs around his nose wrinkle. “Smells good….” He takes a sip with everyone holding their breath. Suddenly the dwarf turns yellow and white and his eyes tear slightly. He burps loudly and it echoes in the river valley. “eeeeew ….smooth….” He collects a second cup and toddles to a stump to enjoy this.</p><p></p><p>Williams declines as his wife gives him a look. She doesn’t stop anyone else that wants some. Tyson has never gotten drunk and will not here in the open forest. The Honor Knight takes a cup. He sits down next to Tyson. “Still have centipedes crawling out of your armor?”</p><p></p><p>“No. They left by the fifth day. I miss little in my new life…. But this I miss.” He stares down at the beat up dented cup of fluid in his boney hand. “I had many an adventure in Korth before…. Well before.”</p><p></p><p>Others each take a small cup and walk about with it. Orthos finishes his second cup and stares at the simmering fire as the darkness settles on the camp. It is clear he is more unconscious than sober all ready. A few men have collapsed in mid stride while drinking their one cup.</p><p></p><p>Tyson is very glad he did not have any. “What did you put in there?” He asks the Changeling who offers him a cup once more but it is waved away. Two more men collapse while saying….”good stuff”. Feldrix watches and stares at his cup once more. He “closes” his mind and envisions life as before. The laughing, the sense of touch…. Sense of emotion….. and he hesitates but a moment before “drinking” the alcohol. It splashes down the back of his armor and down into the armor splashing on his bones within and pouring out the seams under his chest piece.</p><p></p><p>Once most everyone has passed out a rustle can be heard in the brush. Tyson and Feldrix look. Only the Honor Knight sees him at first. His violet eyes shine in the dark reflecting the camp fire. “Do you enjoy my cooking….Quaud?”</p><p></p><p>A deep grunt comes from the brush and a rhythm of something heavy shifting on the branches and earth. “You can have some. I wish to meet you.” Says Zig honestly. Something comes forward…. Something very large. A slight musky smell comes with it. Tyson looks up and thinks of the tales of Grendel….. is this Grendel? Were we too loud?</p><p></p><p>The eight foot tall Sasquatch comes out into the camp light. He is sniffing the air and looking about nervously. It is clear he doesn’t like exposing himself to the camp people. He steps to the food and checks out the turkey. With a very large flat pink tongue he licks the bowl of the winter berries. Then he sniffs the flat pan used to cook the bread and biscuits. Quaud licks the butter knife being careful not to scrap his tongue on the edge. It is clear he has done this before.</p><p></p><p>Not at all afraid of him, Zig offers water to him. He sniffs then stands up from a leaning over position and looks to the alcohol pot. “If you to try that just say so.” He grunts through his nose and gently touches his stomach like a child asking for food.</p><p></p><p>He is given a large cup and the mythical creature samples it. His eyes open wide then squint. He points at it and smiles. He pounds the rest and holds out the empty cup. “Even you may want to go easy on this stuff.” Suggests the changeling as he sees the dwarf has passed out after only two cups.</p><p></p><p>It grunts and moans in a pitiful and also begging way. The second cup is swallowed quickly. He motions for one more cup (or so the witnesses hope). Quaud walks (with a slight zig-zag developing) to a larger stump. He sips a bit then sits down. He misses the stump and laughs. He motions to Tyson and the knight. (See- I thought the seat was here but it was there….funny) Then he gulps the last of the third drink and falls over. His huge feet stick straight up then fan out to the sides. Very out.</p><p></p><p>“Guess if an Owlbear comes by- it’s up to us.” Offers Tyson with a pleasant smile.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7207721, member: 9255"] THE HIDDEN: BEYOND NEW WATER 02 WORK DETAIL SEGMENT 114 “STRONG BODIES & STRONG SPIRITS” 7/28/17 EYRE 26, 1000 Coming back from scouting along the river’s edge, Orthos, the undead Knight and the Inquisitive spot something in the trees ahead. Something very very large. And its moving towards the camp! They hurry to the battle and find….. a welcoming celebration? Two huge warforged titans are standing within the camp along with a carriage with Cannith markings. Fearing delays, the Orien camp has hired Cannith to aid them. . “Cadd d’Cannith, this is Orthos, Keldrix and Tyson.” Williams introduces them. “…and these are Axe-Hammer and Hammer-Axe.” He steps back and waves to the two titans. “They will increase our speed and build our bridge.” Williams says with a smile. DRAVAGO 5, 1000 A temporary bridge has been completed and the camp successfully moved further west close to the Red Stone River. Orthos has been continuing to search north along the river’s edge. It seems the Children of Winter have either been defeated or has left for easier targets. Orthos is slightly concerned about the addition of Cannith and its two monsters of technology. In part he joined this expedition to keep the damage to the forest to a minimum. The original plans were to travel directly through the center of the “old” forest. He was able to divert them more to the south along the mountains. But now, with these two engines of destruction, they can cut and work acres of land in a day. What if he and his replacements can not do this? What if they can not keep up with Cannith. These kinds of thoughts can drive a dwarf to drink. Every morning consists of a brief breakfast meeting as Tucker and Orthos decide where to go next. Once Tucker leaves, the dwarf asks Zigland what he knows of alcohol- especially strong dwarven ale. Zigland smiles big and proudly. He could easily make some. Orthos smiles a toothy dwarven smile and claps the changeling on the back. “Hoy- strong drink it must be. The strongest.” They look about for the day and find nothing of interest. Fole and Zigland have been busy. They borrow a few items from Cadd whom is also interested in this strong drink. There is an feel of joy and festiveness in the air as they collect potatoes and sugar. A few “secret” ingredients that the Master Chef Talmeo gave him. He is especially careful with these as he wants mere drops added to a multi-gallon pot. (as alcohol is a mild poison…. A stronger brew has a stronger….poison ?!?) DRAVAGO 6, 1000 The closest thing to an encounter today is Tyson sliding down a dirt hill side and startling a beaver. At least there are no Dire Beavers suggests Tyson. Orthos smiles…. “City Folks…..” They reach camp and the excitement is nearly palatable (literally) as Zig has made a turkey meal with winterberry sauce and cheese biscuits. After the meal the entire camp comes to the second cook prep table. Here a small fire and lots of tubes intertwine with metal and glass tubes and containers. Tyson sees the alchemist background in Zig’s work. “You, dear dwarf, get the first drink.” Says Zig as he dips a tin cup into a large bowl of mostly clear fluid. The dwarf smells it first. The hairs around his nose wrinkle. “Smells good….” He takes a sip with everyone holding their breath. Suddenly the dwarf turns yellow and white and his eyes tear slightly. He burps loudly and it echoes in the river valley. “eeeeew ….smooth….” He collects a second cup and toddles to a stump to enjoy this. Williams declines as his wife gives him a look. She doesn’t stop anyone else that wants some. Tyson has never gotten drunk and will not here in the open forest. The Honor Knight takes a cup. He sits down next to Tyson. “Still have centipedes crawling out of your armor?” “No. They left by the fifth day. I miss little in my new life…. But this I miss.” He stares down at the beat up dented cup of fluid in his boney hand. “I had many an adventure in Korth before…. Well before.” Others each take a small cup and walk about with it. Orthos finishes his second cup and stares at the simmering fire as the darkness settles on the camp. It is clear he is more unconscious than sober all ready. A few men have collapsed in mid stride while drinking their one cup. Tyson is very glad he did not have any. “What did you put in there?” He asks the Changeling who offers him a cup once more but it is waved away. Two more men collapse while saying….”good stuff”. Feldrix watches and stares at his cup once more. He “closes” his mind and envisions life as before. The laughing, the sense of touch…. Sense of emotion….. and he hesitates but a moment before “drinking” the alcohol. It splashes down the back of his armor and down into the armor splashing on his bones within and pouring out the seams under his chest piece. Once most everyone has passed out a rustle can be heard in the brush. Tyson and Feldrix look. Only the Honor Knight sees him at first. His violet eyes shine in the dark reflecting the camp fire. “Do you enjoy my cooking….Quaud?” A deep grunt comes from the brush and a rhythm of something heavy shifting on the branches and earth. “You can have some. I wish to meet you.” Says Zig honestly. Something comes forward…. Something very large. A slight musky smell comes with it. Tyson looks up and thinks of the tales of Grendel….. is this Grendel? Were we too loud? The eight foot tall Sasquatch comes out into the camp light. He is sniffing the air and looking about nervously. It is clear he doesn’t like exposing himself to the camp people. He steps to the food and checks out the turkey. With a very large flat pink tongue he licks the bowl of the winter berries. Then he sniffs the flat pan used to cook the bread and biscuits. Quaud licks the butter knife being careful not to scrap his tongue on the edge. It is clear he has done this before. Not at all afraid of him, Zig offers water to him. He sniffs then stands up from a leaning over position and looks to the alcohol pot. “If you to try that just say so.” He grunts through his nose and gently touches his stomach like a child asking for food. He is given a large cup and the mythical creature samples it. His eyes open wide then squint. He points at it and smiles. He pounds the rest and holds out the empty cup. “Even you may want to go easy on this stuff.” Suggests the changeling as he sees the dwarf has passed out after only two cups. It grunts and moans in a pitiful and also begging way. The second cup is swallowed quickly. He motions for one more cup (or so the witnesses hope). Quaud walks (with a slight zig-zag developing) to a larger stump. He sips a bit then sits down. He misses the stump and laughs. He motions to Tyson and the knight. (See- I thought the seat was here but it was there….funny) Then he gulps the last of the third drink and falls over. His huge feet stick straight up then fan out to the sides. Very out. “Guess if an Owlbear comes by- it’s up to us.” Offers Tyson with a pleasant smile. [/QUOTE]
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