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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 613744" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>From the Privy</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Yungo lurked below the hole as he had for years now. He'd been there through the last two sets of tenants- and he's even explored some of the outside world. He wasn't born in Bile Mountain; he came here because he thought the food would be good, and it was. When he first came here, the inhabitants at the time recognized him and gave him a happy place where he could eat their excrement. They would also sometimes throw prey in for him to eat, and sometimes the prey would almost slay him before he killed it. Then the inhabitants themselves were slain by adventurers and Yungo's food supplies dwindled. For a time he dimly considered leaving, but the hole had long been a good home and he trusted it. The pile of offal that Yungo slept in grew smaller and smaller day by day as he devoured it, and after half a year it was almost gone. Then he heard new creatures moving in, claiming the place- and soon Yungo's larder fattened.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Then more adventurers came.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The inhabitants were slain again, and Yungo's frustrations grew as his food dwindled again. Too soon his anger and rage had gripped hold of him. This place had betrayed him. The bile was no good, he couldn't eat that. He had seen what happened when you did that, and he did not want that to happen to him. Day by day his little pile shrank again, and this time it ran out. He couldn't even remember the last time that had happened, and hunger began coiling in him like an angry serpent.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Then Yungo heard voices. He hoped fleetingly that he would hear the yipping of kobolds or gnolls, the guttural orcish or goblin tongues; but he heard the prissy voices of humans and elves. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>More adventurers, come to deny him his food. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Well, enough of that, Yungo decided.</em></p><p></p><p></p><p>As the otyugh bursts free of the privy in a howling rage Alcar moves to meet it. Body to body with it, he swings his mace and catches it a crushing blow, then another. Sheva steps in, flanking him, but he dodges her blows with surprising finesse. Nonetheless, the greatsword Chronovestis in her hands slashes into the stinking creature more than once. Angel steps in too; his falchion slices at Yungo's flesh with awful lethality. Even as he does so, though, the poison from the bite of the two-headed snake takes its toll on him and he can feel himself weakening. Horbin sees Angel blanch and moves in to his aid with healing magic, restoring him.</p><p></p><p>The hungry Yungo fights back as best he can, swinging and biting, raking one tentacle in a powerful arc across Alcar's chin. But the angel shakes the blow off and strikes again, and this time he brings his mace down squarely on Yungo's disgusting head and it bursts like a melon. Yungo dies, betrayed by his mountain.</p><p></p><p>"So two to one, then," says Angel, looking at Alcar with a smirk.</p><p></p><p>Alcar shakes his finger at Angel and says nothing. He backs out of the room and heads immediately down the hall. "Hmph," mutters Horbin, "we shouldn't just be charging off everywhere, somebody's liable to get killed." But of course, Alcar alreay has charged off, and so the rest of the group follows.</p><p></p><p>Alcar emerges from the passage in a large crumbled room with a floor that slopes somewhat downward and a staircase leading up. Alcar hesitates for a moment, glancing at the pool, and lets the rest of the party catch up. </p><p></p><p>"You know, you really shouldn't do- Look!" shouts Horbin, and launches into a spell. The pool's churning with tentacles!</p><p></p><p>Alcar casts too, and a flame strike blazes down, fully maximized from his incense. There's a terrible noise and bits of tentacles fly everywhere. The stench of cooking bile is beyond belief. Alcar smiles at Angel, then starts winging his way up the stairs.</p><p></p><p>"You're gonna get somebody killed, dammit!" shouts Horbin. The group ascends....</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong><em>Next Time:</em></strong> What's at the top of the stairs? When will the party fight something they can't destroy in a few seconds? Will Angel and Alcar ever get to blows again or will they make friends? And will Horbin's warning be right?? Well, you'll get the answer to <em>two</em> of those questions next time, and the other two not long after....</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 613744, member: 1210"] [b]From the Privy[/b] [i]Yungo lurked below the hole as he had for years now. He'd been there through the last two sets of tenants- and he's even explored some of the outside world. He wasn't born in Bile Mountain; he came here because he thought the food would be good, and it was. When he first came here, the inhabitants at the time recognized him and gave him a happy place where he could eat their excrement. They would also sometimes throw prey in for him to eat, and sometimes the prey would almost slay him before he killed it. Then the inhabitants themselves were slain by adventurers and Yungo's food supplies dwindled. For a time he dimly considered leaving, but the hole had long been a good home and he trusted it. The pile of offal that Yungo slept in grew smaller and smaller day by day as he devoured it, and after half a year it was almost gone. Then he heard new creatures moving in, claiming the place- and soon Yungo's larder fattened. Then more adventurers came. The inhabitants were slain again, and Yungo's frustrations grew as his food dwindled again. Too soon his anger and rage had gripped hold of him. This place had betrayed him. The bile was no good, he couldn't eat that. He had seen what happened when you did that, and he did not want that to happen to him. Day by day his little pile shrank again, and this time it ran out. He couldn't even remember the last time that had happened, and hunger began coiling in him like an angry serpent. Then Yungo heard voices. He hoped fleetingly that he would hear the yipping of kobolds or gnolls, the guttural orcish or goblin tongues; but he heard the prissy voices of humans and elves. More adventurers, come to deny him his food. Well, enough of that, Yungo decided.[/i] As the otyugh bursts free of the privy in a howling rage Alcar moves to meet it. Body to body with it, he swings his mace and catches it a crushing blow, then another. Sheva steps in, flanking him, but he dodges her blows with surprising finesse. Nonetheless, the greatsword Chronovestis in her hands slashes into the stinking creature more than once. Angel steps in too; his falchion slices at Yungo's flesh with awful lethality. Even as he does so, though, the poison from the bite of the two-headed snake takes its toll on him and he can feel himself weakening. Horbin sees Angel blanch and moves in to his aid with healing magic, restoring him. The hungry Yungo fights back as best he can, swinging and biting, raking one tentacle in a powerful arc across Alcar's chin. But the angel shakes the blow off and strikes again, and this time he brings his mace down squarely on Yungo's disgusting head and it bursts like a melon. Yungo dies, betrayed by his mountain. "So two to one, then," says Angel, looking at Alcar with a smirk. Alcar shakes his finger at Angel and says nothing. He backs out of the room and heads immediately down the hall. "Hmph," mutters Horbin, "we shouldn't just be charging off everywhere, somebody's liable to get killed." But of course, Alcar alreay has charged off, and so the rest of the group follows. Alcar emerges from the passage in a large crumbled room with a floor that slopes somewhat downward and a staircase leading up. Alcar hesitates for a moment, glancing at the pool, and lets the rest of the party catch up. "You know, you really shouldn't do- Look!" shouts Horbin, and launches into a spell. The pool's churning with tentacles! Alcar casts too, and a flame strike blazes down, fully maximized from his incense. There's a terrible noise and bits of tentacles fly everywhere. The stench of cooking bile is beyond belief. Alcar smiles at Angel, then starts winging his way up the stairs. "You're gonna get somebody killed, dammit!" shouts Horbin. The group ascends.... [b][i]Next Time:[/i][/b][i][/i] What's at the top of the stairs? When will the party fight something they can't destroy in a few seconds? Will Angel and Alcar ever get to blows again or will they make friends? And will Horbin's warning be right?? Well, you'll get the answer to [i]two[/i] of those questions next time, and the other two not long after.... [/QUOTE]
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