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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1144012" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Something's Cooking&quot; and &quot;The Ettin's Riddle&quot; (WotC Free Adventures) - Part 12Rubble from the ruins is scattered throughout the area, much of it concealed in clumps of the thick, overgrown weeds that have claimed most of the buildings.&nbsp; Up to this point, Twinkle has done avoided them all.&nbsp; But now, she steps on a concealed stone, which turns under her foot.&nbsp; The gnome staggers, nearly losing her balance, and her outflung arm knocks several small pebbles from the top of a nearby wall.Everyone freezes, holding their breath and hoping that the noise did not wake the giant.Their hopes are quickly dashed.&quot;Who's there?&quot; the deep voice rumbles from inside the tower, in an oddly strained tone.&nbsp; Despite the volume, it almost seems like the giant is trying to whisper.&quot;Who's there?&quot; the words are repeated with more urgency, when no-one answers.&nbsp; The adventurers glance at one another, unsure of what to do.&nbsp; Malwick readies his bow.Macwood isn't sure what strange inspiration motivates him, but he finds himself striding forward and placing his hands on his hips.&nbsp; Throwing his feet wide apart and puffing out his chest, he calls, in a challenging and arrogant tone:&quot;I am Kyrnyn, chosen of Heironeous!&nbsp; Surrender, creature, or be destroyed!&quot;It's a pretty good bluff.&nbsp; The halfling sounds like he means it, and his voice has the deep and condescending timbre that so characterised Kyrnyn when the bard knew him.The giant laughs.&quot;You lie.&quot;&quot;I do not lie -&quot;&quot;Yes, you do.&nbsp; You lie convincingly, but you are lying.&quot; The giant talks straight over the top of Macwood's denial. &quot;After all, it would be impossible for you to be Kyrnyn.&nbsp; I am Kyrnyn.&quot;Macwood's mouth drops open, then closes with an audible snap.&quot;And you have the nerve to accuse me of lying?&quot; he demands, &quot;You look nothing like Kyrnyn.&quot;&quot;You know, your voice sounds familiar.&quot; From the changed timbre of the creature, it has moved closer to the door. &quot;You're that halfling, aren't you?&nbsp; The one who said he was a bard ... Driftwood?&quot;&quot;Macwood.&quot; The halfling sniffs, &quot;You really are Kyrnyn?&quot;&quot;I am ... or I was.&nbsp; Now that I've been cursed, it feels harder every day to remember who I was.&quot;&quot;Cursed?&quot; Twinkle pipes up, &quot;How were you cursed?&quot; The gnome's eyes are wide and shine with excitement. &quot;You mean like in the stories my uncle used to tell me?&quot;&quot;I don't know about that.&quot; Kyrnyn sounds perplexed by the question.&quot;Tell us your tale, priest.&quot; Ming Li moves up beside Macwood and Twinkle. &quot;And we will tell you ours.&nbsp; Perhaps we can help each other.&quot;&quot;Very well.&quot; Kyrnyn sighs, &quot;But I shall have to be brief.&nbsp; The longer we talk, the more chance that Muk will awaken.&quot;&quot;Muk?&quot; Macwood frowns.&quot;The other head on this body.&nbsp; He has his own intelligence ... of a kind ... and his own will, and when he is awake, this body is his.&nbsp; It is only at night, when he sleeps, that I can control this body's actions.&quot;&quot;Tell your tale, then, and quickly.&quot; Elspeth demands gruffly.&quot;I came here with my adventuring companions about a week ago, to slay an evil wizard who had been magically warping creatures in the dungeons beneath his tower.&nbsp; The battle was long and hard, and one by one my companions fell, but in the end I slew him.&quot; The priest sighs, &quot;However, as he died, he pronounced a curse upon me, using the last of his magic.&nbsp; I believe, that as he died, he misspoke the spell, for I cannot believe that he meant to turn me into a giant.&nbsp; A toad or other harmless and lowly creature would have made more sense.&quot;&quot;This is the brief version?&quot; Briar mutters under her breath.&quot;In any case, I was transformed by the magic into an ettin - a two-headed giant.&nbsp; And while I retained my memory of who I was, I soon learned that the other head had its own personality - Muk - with its own will and purpose.&nbsp; Muk delights in terrorising the villagers, hereabouts.&nbsp; I have mostly managed to keep him from hurting them, but he plunders their stock on a daily basis ... and every day, I grow weaker.&nbsp; Soon I will no longer be able to restrain him, and then I fear he will kill them all.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1144012, member: 6294"] [b]"Something's Cooking" and "The Ettin's Riddle" (WotC Free Adventures) - Part 12[/b] Rubble from the ruins is scattered throughout the area, much of it concealed in clumps of the thick, overgrown weeds that have claimed most of the buildings. Up to this point, Twinkle has done avoided them all. But now, she steps on a concealed stone, which turns under her foot. The gnome staggers, nearly losing her balance, and her outflung arm knocks several small pebbles from the top of a nearby wall. Everyone freezes, holding their breath and hoping that the noise did not wake the giant. Their hopes are quickly dashed. "Who's there?" the deep voice rumbles from inside the tower, in an oddly strained tone. Despite the volume, it almost seems like the giant is trying to whisper. "[I]Who's there?[/I]" the words are repeated with more urgency, when no-one answers. The adventurers glance at one another, unsure of what to do. Malwick readies his bow. Macwood isn't sure what strange inspiration motivates him, but he finds himself striding forward and placing his hands on his hips. Throwing his feet wide apart and puffing out his chest, he calls, in a challenging and arrogant tone: "I am Kyrnyn, chosen of Heironeous! Surrender, creature, or be destroyed!" It's a pretty good bluff. The halfling sounds like he means it, and his voice has the deep and condescending timbre that so characterised Kyrnyn when the bard knew him. The giant laughs. "You lie." "I do not lie -" "Yes, you do. You lie convincingly, but you [I]are[/I] lying." The giant talks straight over the top of Macwood's denial. "After all, it would be impossible for you to be Kyrnyn. [I]I[/I] am Kyrnyn." Macwood's mouth drops open, then closes with an audible snap. "And you have the nerve to accuse [I]me[/I] of lying?" he demands, "You look nothing like Kyrnyn." "You know, your voice sounds familiar." From the changed timbre of the creature, it has moved closer to the door. "You're that halfling, aren't you? The one who said he was a bard ... Driftwood?" "[I]Mac[/I]wood." The halfling sniffs, "You really are Kyrnyn?" "I am ... or I was. Now that I've been cursed, it feels harder every day to remember who I was." "Cursed?" Twinkle pipes up, "How were you cursed?" The gnome's eyes are wide and shine with excitement. "You mean like in the stories my uncle used to tell me?" "I don't know about that." Kyrnyn sounds perplexed by the question. "Tell us your tale, priest." Ming Li moves up beside Macwood and Twinkle. "And we will tell you ours. Perhaps we can help each other." "Very well." Kyrnyn sighs, "But I shall have to be brief. The longer we talk, the more chance that Muk will awaken." "Muk?" Macwood frowns. "The other head on this body. He has his own intelligence ... of a kind ... and his own will, and when he is awake, this body is his. It is only at night, when he sleeps, that I can control this body's actions." "Tell your tale, then, and quickly." Elspeth demands gruffly. "I came here with my adventuring companions about a week ago, to slay an evil wizard who had been magically warping creatures in the dungeons beneath his tower. The battle was long and hard, and one by one my companions fell, but in the end I slew him." The priest sighs, "However, as he died, he pronounced a curse upon me, using the last of his magic. I believe, that as he died, he misspoke the spell, for I cannot believe that he meant to turn me into a giant. A toad or other harmless and lowly creature would have made more sense." "This is the brief version?" Briar mutters under her breath. "In any case, I was transformed by the magic into an ettin - a two-headed giant. And while I retained my memory of who I was, I soon learned that the other head had its own personality - Muk - with its own will and purpose. Muk delights in terrorising the villagers, hereabouts. I have mostly managed to keep him from hurting them, but he plunders their stock on a daily basis ... and every day, I grow weaker. Soon I will no longer be able to restrain him, and then I fear he will kill them all." [/QUOTE]

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