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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 3953355" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Kyle vs. the Hulk!</strong></p><p></p><p>Everyone freezes. </p><p></p><p>The Hulk has seized Kyle by the wrist. He holds him carelessly, not tightly. Kyle’s eyes are wide and frightened, but he knows that panic will kill him.</p><p></p><p>“Hulk,” Kyle croaks out. “I’m your friend.”</p><p></p><p>The Hulk squeezes his hand gently. Kyle groans as he feels the bones in his wrist grind together. The Hulk says nothing.</p><p></p><p>Goer reaches for his sword, glaring at the Hulk, but Kyle shakes his head. “No, Sir Fwaigo! We’re friends here, we have to be,” <em>or I’m dead,</em> he finishes mentally. As if to punctuate his words, the Hulk gives his arm another squeeze. Kyle squeals. Reluctantly, the former squire lets his hand drop away from the hilt of his blade. Kyle turns back to the Hulk with tears in his eyes.</p><p></p><p>The green goliath stares angrily at Kyle. “HULK NOT STAY BEHIND,” he growls at the apprentice wizard. He squeezes his hand a little again for emphasis. The pain in Kyle’s forearm is shocking. He gives a high-pitched, girlish scream and grits his teeth.</p><p></p><p>“Hulk,” Kyle says desperately, “we’re not going to leave you behind. <em>Pay his way,</em>” he pleads with the others.</p><p></p><p>Lord Cedric cries, “Yeth! We may need the ekthpertithe of... hith alternate thelf!”</p><p></p><p>“YOU TALK FUNNY,” the Hulk rumbles. His grip on Kyle’s arm loosens.</p><p></p><p><em>Please please please,</em> Kyle thinks.</p><p></p><p>Goer steps up to the Conductor. From his purse he starts to extract coins. “This is for the Hulk,” he says loudly. “For his ticket.” </p><p></p><p>“Very well,” the Conductor answers. </p><p></p><p>“There, you see?” Kyle moans. “You’re coming with us. Everything is okay. But, Hulk, my friend, would you mind just letting go of my arm?” </p><p></p><p>“HULK BOARD SHADOW TRAIN,” the Hulk declares, and starts dragging Kyle up the steps to the entrance.</p><p></p><p>The Conductor clears his throat. “He does not have a ticket. He may not board.” He points at Kyle. </p><p></p><p>The Hulk releases him and moves inside the train. Kyle, gasping, drops to the ground. He is half dead!* His arm is a bruised mess, already turning purple. He hurts to the bone. </p><p></p><p><em>But I’m alive!</em> he thinks joyfully. He gets to his feet carefully, clutching his arm. “Well, let’s go,” he starts.</p><p></p><p>Adelle interrupts. “If anyone else tries to board that train, I’m <em>fireballing</em> all of you.”</p><p></p><p>That gets our heroes’ attention. </p><p></p><p>“You aren’t leaving any of us behind,” she continues. “I don’t care what we have to do- none of us are staying behind.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry, that was all talk,” Sheriff Jorgen assures her. “We just bought a ticket for Banner- of course we’re taking everyone with us! I bet we even have enough money! And if not, we’ll just go find some loot somewhere!” He turns to the Conductor. “When are you leaving?”</p><p></p><p>“Imminently,” the Conductor responds. “And after I leave, service to this area will be suspended.”</p><p></p><p>“Uh... well, let’s get to counting, guys,” the sheriff says.</p><p></p><p>The party begins to shell out all their money. Soon they have amassed a considerable fund. Much of it is the money from the bank where the halfling and the orc were attempting to break into the inner vault. Thousands upon thousands of gold pieces and even a few hundred platinum are in the party’s combined horde. They begin to tally it up. The peasants and Adelle throw in what they have as well, though the amount is pretty meager. (Most of their real wealth had been stored in a bank before the war; now it simply no longer exists.)</p><p></p><p>They have <em>just enough money</em> to get everyone onto the Shadow Train. </p><p></p><p>“Excellent,” Otis states. “You see, Adelle? There was no need to get threatening.”</p><p></p><p>“You threatened to leave my people behind. I am quite sincere in my response.” She gives him a cold stare. “You brought us this far. I will not allow you to abandon us now.”</p><p></p><p>“And we thall not,” Lord Cedric lisps. He turns to Kyle. “Thir Kyle- wait! You are not a knight!” </p><p></p><p>“Uh- no, my lord, I’m not.”</p><p></p><p>“Bah!” Cedric jerks his sword clean of the scabbard. “Kneel!” he commands, and Kyle hurries to obey. “I dub thee- Thir Kyle, hedge knight!” the Lord of Whitewater shouts, tapping Kyle on the shoulders and head with the tip of his sword.</p><p></p><p>“Now,” he says regally, “Let uth board.”</p><p></p><p>They all ascend into the Shadow Train. </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The interior of the Shadow Train is comfortable, but clearly it is designed to pack a large number of people into it. The car is about 40’ long and 25’ wide; it has many booths and seats, which our heroes are informed are free for them to employ. However, the Conductor warns them not to proceed too far forward.</p><p></p><p>“Why not?” asks Dahlia.</p><p></p><p>“You may go as far forward as the dining car. Beyond that is first class- and you have not paid for that.”</p><p></p><p>“Just out of curiosity,” the hermit inquires, “how much does a first-class ticket cost?”</p><p></p><p>“Seven thousand, eight hundred gold pieces- to our current destination.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah,” Dahlia clears her throat, “never mind then.”</p><p></p><p>Abruptly, Lord Cedric asks the Conductor, “When did the latht train leave before thith one?”</p><p></p><p>“Four days ago.”</p><p></p><p>“And did it, too, go towardth the Isle of the Elveth?”</p><p></p><p>The Conductor nods. </p><p></p><p>“And it wath boarded by a knight and a beholder?”</p><p></p><p>Again, the Conductor nods.</p><p></p><p>“Four dayth ago, you thay?”</p><p></p><p>Once more, the other responds with a nonverbal affirmative.</p><p></p><p>Cedric grins fiercely. Four days. They have cut Harth’s lead to four days.</p><p></p><p>The party settles in while the Conductor makes his way forward. After he leaves, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. They have made it to the next stage of their journey. </p><p></p><p>The Hulk looks sourly at them. Everyone consciously avoids looking his way. He grumbles to himself.</p><p></p><p><em>Think about what he could do to this train if he was angered,</em> Dahlia thinks. A chill runs down her back. The Hulk could easily end the party’s pursuit of Sir Harth; he is a force of destruction like no other that Dahlia has ever seen. </p><p></p><p>They relax for a few moments, and then the Conductor’s voice comes from the ceiling: <em>“This is the Conductor. The Shadow Train will depart in one minute. Please sit down.”</em></p><p></p><p>“HULK DOESN’T TRUST FUNNY VOICE,” the Hulk booms out. He remains standing.</p><p></p><p>“Hulk, that’s the Conductor,” Kyle says soothingly. “We have to do as he says. He runs the train.”</p><p></p><p>The Hulk snorts. “HULK DOESN’T TRUST YOU- OR PUNY CONDUCTOR.”</p><p></p><p>“Let me give you a mathage, my large friend,” Lord Cedric offers. </p><p></p><p>“HULK SAYS GO AWAY,” grows the Hulk.</p><p></p><p>“Help uth to kill Thir Harth,” implores Cedric. “Thow uth how thtrong you are.”</p><p></p><p>“LEAVE HULK ALONE!”</p><p></p><p>Then, suddenly, everyone who is still standing... sits down. They don’t mean to; they simply <em>do it.</em> Safety first. Even the Hulk- perhaps no surprise, given how muscle-bound and dull-witted he is in this form- finds himself sitting on a medium-sized bench in the center of the room. </p><p></p><p>One of the peasants cries out in a glad voice. Out the windows- sealed over with some kind of clear material that is plainly not glass- the station is starting to slide by. They are beginning to move- then there is a violent jerk as the Shadow Train starts to accelerate. After a few moments, its speed levels off; outside, through the windows, all that our heroes can see is darkness broken by occasional grey hills or fields. </p><p></p><p>The party sets out to explore the train as best they may. They are in the second to last car of the train. The last one is sealed, and they cannot find a way to enter it. It belches a filthy, icy smoke out of its smokestack. Our heroes wisely decide not to try to force their way in to the final car. Instead, they start moving forward. A few peasants follow them, but most are laying out to try to rest and recover from the various wounds that they have suffered. The Hulk follows them after a moment.</p><p></p><p>They are in the last second class car of what proves to be a line of six identical cars. There is nobody in any of them. The next car forward, however, proves to be a dining car. It has many tables and chairs, all bolted to the floor. And seated at one of the tables with tankards of ale are a pair of dwarves.</p><p></p><p>The two dwarves stare, then <em>really</em> stare as the Hulk arrives. They stand up and are visibly shaken.</p><p></p><p>“Who are you?” asks Dahlia. </p><p></p><p>“Hello, vere. I am Dandark Hammerhall, and this is my coosin Kangard. Who are ye?” The dwarf’s tone is very polite. </p><p></p><p>“I’m Dahlia. Say, you haven’t seen another human on the train, have you?”</p><p></p><p>“No humans but ye.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not human,” she points out.</p><p></p><p>“Not you, <em>ye.</em>” The dwarf- Dandark- gestures at the party as a whole.</p><p></p><p>“Ah.”</p><p></p><p>“Still,” Kyle puts in, “we’re looking for a human, maybe with a beholder.”</p><p></p><p>“A human with a behoolder!” exclaims Dandark. “No, we’ve been on the train for a while now-waiting.”</p><p></p><p>“We figured we could ride things out here, but we never figured it would get this bad,” the other dwarf puts in.</p><p></p><p>With a little coaxing, the dwarves tell their tale. “We were dwarven ambassadors, from Hammerhall, trying to stop this mad war from breaking out. I fear to see what might have happened to our home; we were too close to Amaruseltiliath, on Tirkon. “Ve Isle of the Elves,” the humans call it, boot vat’s just ignorance- we’re vere, too, and we aren’t looking for trooble with them! I only hope vat vey haven’t doon anything stupid- my folk have weapoons vat were never meant to be used.”</p><p></p><p>“Ve talks broke down over the longevooty potions, oof course. Everyone knew ve elves had their secret, but vey wouldn’t share it with ve humans. We tried, we really tried- but we couldn’t make either side see sense.”</p><p></p><p>“We hoong in negotiating oontil ve last minoot, boot oobout oo week oogo we had to get out. So we came here. We figured we’d be safe on the Shadow Train oontil it departed- and it looks like it has worked out so far. We’re oonder way.”</p><p></p><p>“Wow, so you guys were in the middle of it,” Jorgen says.</p><p></p><p>“Ve last, final hope.” Kangard looks mournful.</p><p></p><p>The door from first class opens, and two figures walk out and stop, staring at the Hulk. Two grey-skinned men emerge, their features shadowy and hard to distinguish, wearing dull grey full plate armor. Bastard swords hang at their sides, and they wear tabards with dull-colored crests: a shadow falling across a city for the first one, and a clouded sun sinking behind the hills for the second.</p><p></p><p>The Hulk growls at the grey-skinned figures.</p><p></p><p>“Good evening,” one of the shadowy figures says. “An odd creature to be here.” He nods at the Hulk. “Is it with you?” His tone is polite, but hard.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Dahlia. “Right, Hulk? We’re friends, right?”</p><p></p><p>The Hulk grumbles.</p><p></p><p>“We have other things to attend to,” the shadowy figure sniffs, and the two of them return to first class. </p><p></p><p><em>Go away, Hulk,</em> thinks Kyle, <em>before someone makes you mad and you break the Shadow Train. Banner, where are you?? Come back and get the Hulk back under control!</em></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> The Knights of Shadow attempt to kill the Hulk! </p><p></p><p>*The Hulk squeezed him for 1, 2 and 6 hp. Kyle has 17 at full.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 3953355, member: 1210"] [b]Kyle vs. the Hulk![/b] Everyone freezes. The Hulk has seized Kyle by the wrist. He holds him carelessly, not tightly. Kyle’s eyes are wide and frightened, but he knows that panic will kill him. “Hulk,” Kyle croaks out. “I’m your friend.” The Hulk squeezes his hand gently. Kyle groans as he feels the bones in his wrist grind together. The Hulk says nothing. Goer reaches for his sword, glaring at the Hulk, but Kyle shakes his head. “No, Sir Fwaigo! We’re friends here, we have to be,” [i]or I’m dead,[/i] he finishes mentally. As if to punctuate his words, the Hulk gives his arm another squeeze. Kyle squeals. Reluctantly, the former squire lets his hand drop away from the hilt of his blade. Kyle turns back to the Hulk with tears in his eyes. The green goliath stares angrily at Kyle. “HULK NOT STAY BEHIND,” he growls at the apprentice wizard. He squeezes his hand a little again for emphasis. The pain in Kyle’s forearm is shocking. He gives a high-pitched, girlish scream and grits his teeth. “Hulk,” Kyle says desperately, “we’re not going to leave you behind. [i]Pay his way,[/i]” he pleads with the others. Lord Cedric cries, “Yeth! We may need the ekthpertithe of... hith alternate thelf!” “YOU TALK FUNNY,” the Hulk rumbles. His grip on Kyle’s arm loosens. [i]Please please please,[/i] Kyle thinks. Goer steps up to the Conductor. From his purse he starts to extract coins. “This is for the Hulk,” he says loudly. “For his ticket.” “Very well,” the Conductor answers. “There, you see?” Kyle moans. “You’re coming with us. Everything is okay. But, Hulk, my friend, would you mind just letting go of my arm?” “HULK BOARD SHADOW TRAIN,” the Hulk declares, and starts dragging Kyle up the steps to the entrance. The Conductor clears his throat. “He does not have a ticket. He may not board.” He points at Kyle. The Hulk releases him and moves inside the train. Kyle, gasping, drops to the ground. He is half dead!* His arm is a bruised mess, already turning purple. He hurts to the bone. [i]But I’m alive![/i] he thinks joyfully. He gets to his feet carefully, clutching his arm. “Well, let’s go,” he starts. Adelle interrupts. “If anyone else tries to board that train, I’m [i]fireballing[/i] all of you.” That gets our heroes’ attention. “You aren’t leaving any of us behind,” she continues. “I don’t care what we have to do- none of us are staying behind.” “Don’t worry, that was all talk,” Sheriff Jorgen assures her. “We just bought a ticket for Banner- of course we’re taking everyone with us! I bet we even have enough money! And if not, we’ll just go find some loot somewhere!” He turns to the Conductor. “When are you leaving?” “Imminently,” the Conductor responds. “And after I leave, service to this area will be suspended.” “Uh... well, let’s get to counting, guys,” the sheriff says. The party begins to shell out all their money. Soon they have amassed a considerable fund. Much of it is the money from the bank where the halfling and the orc were attempting to break into the inner vault. Thousands upon thousands of gold pieces and even a few hundred platinum are in the party’s combined horde. They begin to tally it up. The peasants and Adelle throw in what they have as well, though the amount is pretty meager. (Most of their real wealth had been stored in a bank before the war; now it simply no longer exists.) They have [i]just enough money[/i] to get everyone onto the Shadow Train. “Excellent,” Otis states. “You see, Adelle? There was no need to get threatening.” “You threatened to leave my people behind. I am quite sincere in my response.” She gives him a cold stare. “You brought us this far. I will not allow you to abandon us now.” “And we thall not,” Lord Cedric lisps. He turns to Kyle. “Thir Kyle- wait! You are not a knight!” “Uh- no, my lord, I’m not.” “Bah!” Cedric jerks his sword clean of the scabbard. “Kneel!” he commands, and Kyle hurries to obey. “I dub thee- Thir Kyle, hedge knight!” the Lord of Whitewater shouts, tapping Kyle on the shoulders and head with the tip of his sword. “Now,” he says regally, “Let uth board.” They all ascend into the Shadow Train. *** The interior of the Shadow Train is comfortable, but clearly it is designed to pack a large number of people into it. The car is about 40’ long and 25’ wide; it has many booths and seats, which our heroes are informed are free for them to employ. However, the Conductor warns them not to proceed too far forward. “Why not?” asks Dahlia. “You may go as far forward as the dining car. Beyond that is first class- and you have not paid for that.” “Just out of curiosity,” the hermit inquires, “how much does a first-class ticket cost?” “Seven thousand, eight hundred gold pieces- to our current destination.” “Ah,” Dahlia clears her throat, “never mind then.” Abruptly, Lord Cedric asks the Conductor, “When did the latht train leave before thith one?” “Four days ago.” “And did it, too, go towardth the Isle of the Elveth?” The Conductor nods. “And it wath boarded by a knight and a beholder?” Again, the Conductor nods. “Four dayth ago, you thay?” Once more, the other responds with a nonverbal affirmative. Cedric grins fiercely. Four days. They have cut Harth’s lead to four days. The party settles in while the Conductor makes his way forward. After he leaves, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. They have made it to the next stage of their journey. The Hulk looks sourly at them. Everyone consciously avoids looking his way. He grumbles to himself. [i]Think about what he could do to this train if he was angered,[/i] Dahlia thinks. A chill runs down her back. The Hulk could easily end the party’s pursuit of Sir Harth; he is a force of destruction like no other that Dahlia has ever seen. They relax for a few moments, and then the Conductor’s voice comes from the ceiling: [i]“This is the Conductor. The Shadow Train will depart in one minute. Please sit down.”[/i] “HULK DOESN’T TRUST FUNNY VOICE,” the Hulk booms out. He remains standing. “Hulk, that’s the Conductor,” Kyle says soothingly. “We have to do as he says. He runs the train.” The Hulk snorts. “HULK DOESN’T TRUST YOU- OR PUNY CONDUCTOR.” “Let me give you a mathage, my large friend,” Lord Cedric offers. “HULK SAYS GO AWAY,” grows the Hulk. “Help uth to kill Thir Harth,” implores Cedric. “Thow uth how thtrong you are.” “LEAVE HULK ALONE!” Then, suddenly, everyone who is still standing... sits down. They don’t mean to; they simply [i]do it.[/i] Safety first. Even the Hulk- perhaps no surprise, given how muscle-bound and dull-witted he is in this form- finds himself sitting on a medium-sized bench in the center of the room. One of the peasants cries out in a glad voice. Out the windows- sealed over with some kind of clear material that is plainly not glass- the station is starting to slide by. They are beginning to move- then there is a violent jerk as the Shadow Train starts to accelerate. After a few moments, its speed levels off; outside, through the windows, all that our heroes can see is darkness broken by occasional grey hills or fields. The party sets out to explore the train as best they may. They are in the second to last car of the train. The last one is sealed, and they cannot find a way to enter it. It belches a filthy, icy smoke out of its smokestack. Our heroes wisely decide not to try to force their way in to the final car. Instead, they start moving forward. A few peasants follow them, but most are laying out to try to rest and recover from the various wounds that they have suffered. The Hulk follows them after a moment. They are in the last second class car of what proves to be a line of six identical cars. There is nobody in any of them. The next car forward, however, proves to be a dining car. It has many tables and chairs, all bolted to the floor. And seated at one of the tables with tankards of ale are a pair of dwarves. The two dwarves stare, then [i]really[/i] stare as the Hulk arrives. They stand up and are visibly shaken. “Who are you?” asks Dahlia. “Hello, vere. I am Dandark Hammerhall, and this is my coosin Kangard. Who are ye?” The dwarf’s tone is very polite. “I’m Dahlia. Say, you haven’t seen another human on the train, have you?” “No humans but ye.” “I’m not human,” she points out. “Not you, [i]ye.[/i]” The dwarf- Dandark- gestures at the party as a whole. “Ah.” “Still,” Kyle puts in, “we’re looking for a human, maybe with a beholder.” “A human with a behoolder!” exclaims Dandark. “No, we’ve been on the train for a while now-waiting.” “We figured we could ride things out here, but we never figured it would get this bad,” the other dwarf puts in. With a little coaxing, the dwarves tell their tale. “We were dwarven ambassadors, from Hammerhall, trying to stop this mad war from breaking out. I fear to see what might have happened to our home; we were too close to Amaruseltiliath, on Tirkon. “Ve Isle of the Elves,” the humans call it, boot vat’s just ignorance- we’re vere, too, and we aren’t looking for trooble with them! I only hope vat vey haven’t doon anything stupid- my folk have weapoons vat were never meant to be used.” “Ve talks broke down over the longevooty potions, oof course. Everyone knew ve elves had their secret, but vey wouldn’t share it with ve humans. We tried, we really tried- but we couldn’t make either side see sense.” “We hoong in negotiating oontil ve last minoot, boot oobout oo week oogo we had to get out. So we came here. We figured we’d be safe on the Shadow Train oontil it departed- and it looks like it has worked out so far. We’re oonder way.” “Wow, so you guys were in the middle of it,” Jorgen says. “Ve last, final hope.” Kangard looks mournful. The door from first class opens, and two figures walk out and stop, staring at the Hulk. Two grey-skinned men emerge, their features shadowy and hard to distinguish, wearing dull grey full plate armor. Bastard swords hang at their sides, and they wear tabards with dull-colored crests: a shadow falling across a city for the first one, and a clouded sun sinking behind the hills for the second. The Hulk growls at the grey-skinned figures. “Good evening,” one of the shadowy figures says. “An odd creature to be here.” He nods at the Hulk. “Is it with you?” His tone is polite, but hard. “Yes,” says Dahlia. “Right, Hulk? We’re friends, right?” The Hulk grumbles. “We have other things to attend to,” the shadowy figure sniffs, and the two of them return to first class. [i]Go away, Hulk,[/i] thinks Kyle, [i]before someone makes you mad and you break the Shadow Train. Banner, where are you?? Come back and get the Hulk back under control![/i] [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] The Knights of Shadow attempt to kill the Hulk! *The Hulk squeezed him for 1, 2 and 6 hp. Kyle has 17 at full. [/QUOTE]
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