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(Cydra) The Year 271 Campaign (Low Magic experiment)
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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 4132083" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>A Little Troll Trouble</strong></p><p></p><p>“We should bring the elves back to our time with us,” Otis urges Lord Cedric in a low voice. “As a breeding pair. Just think of their knowledge! Just think of what we could <em>do</em> if we knew half of what they know!”</p><p></p><p>“Propothe it to them,” Cedric nods. </p><p></p><p>Otis turns and translates his offer into Elvish. The two elves exchange a glance and agree to consider it. Otis frowns; he knows the sound of a polite dismissal when he hears it. </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Trolls!</p><p></p><p>They are strange and deformed, stunted and miscolored. The first has a weak-looking, shriveled third arm coming out of his side. The second has twisted, warped legs. The third seems to have an extra set of gasping lungs on the outside of its chest; and the third has a complete second troll, shriveled to a mere foot in size, dangling from the back of its neck.</p><p></p><p>Otis and Dahlia waste no time, unleashing a <em>fireball</em> and a <em>flame strike</em> immediately. The trolls are swiftly overcome after that, but once the fight is over, Dahlia studies the bodies intently.</p><p></p><p>“That was easier than I would have expected. They were... almost frail. Something about this place,” she mutters.</p><p></p><p>The female elf nods. “Magical healing can sometimes warp you, if you are close to the Vast Gate. Things that were born too close to it might be warped it in the womb, as well.”</p><p></p><p>Dahlia shudders.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The party continues along, but before long a large cavern opens from the rough tunnel. A dim light emanates from several of the natural pillars and numerous stalactites. Dozens of grossley misshapen trolls are in the room, rolling around on the ground together, seemingly- wrestling? Mating? Our heroes cannot tell. Most of the trolls have vestigial appendages and organs sprouting from their bodies, which flop around grotesquely during their gyrating exertions. </p><p></p><p>Presiding over the entire affair is a huge creature of enormous girth, with two heads and a thick, serpentine tail. The great two headed she-troll squats on a pile of jumbled bones, gazing wantonly at the scene before her. Her gaze crawls from the orgy of troll mutants before her to the approaching party.</p><p></p><p>They halt immediately at the sight of so many trolls. Otis asks Adelle to cast <em>tongues</em> on him, and then he steps forward into view. Before the hideous troll queen has a chance to open her mouth, Otis steps forward and calls out- in Elven- “We mean you no harm! We are just passing through! We are just trying to reach our home!”</p><p></p><p>The trolls erupt in a collection of surprised grunts as they break apart and begin pulling themselves to their feet. The obese troll matriarch heaves herself to her feet and gawks at Otis with both heads. The other adventurers step up behind her, accompanied by the elves.</p><p></p><p>The troll matriarch chuckles. “We are strong,” she burbles. “Why should we let you pass?”</p><p></p><p>“We are <em>stronger</em> than you. We have already slain four of your sentries. How else do you think we reached you?”</p><p></p><p>The matriarch sends a pair of mutant trolls to check out Otis’ story. “I hope you can do this, master,” Kyle whispers. </p><p></p><p>“Me,” Sir Percival hoots mournfully.</p><p></p><p>Otis’ story checks out, and our heroes are a menacing band. The matriarch’s heads start to argue with each other, and she even briefly comes to blows with herself before the party is allowed to pass.</p><p></p><p>But they are, in the end, allowed to pass. </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The party moves into a weird chamber that smells of vinegar. An archway leads out into a worked room to the left, but right is a scabrous tunnel coated with greenish-brown resin, whorled and ridged. The footing is uneven, and the vinegar-like smell is very strong. </p><p></p><p>“Stay right,” Dahlia insists, despite the unpleasant appearance of the passage. </p><p></p><p>The party heads into the unnerving tunnel. They pick their way forward carefully, coming into a long, irregularly-shaped cavern whose walls, floor and ceiling are lined with more of the resin. </p><p></p><p>Then something <em>hideous</em> comes into view from around a stone protrusion.</p><p></p><p>Skittering on six crab-like legs, the bloated, yellow-orange creature has an oily body covered in short, writhing tentacles. It has an enormous, tooth-filled mouth framed by more, longer tentacles. Four large, bulging, yellow and red eyes are set into the monster’s upper portions, above the mouth. Behind its eyes are a cluster of strange, bulging sacs of some kind.</p><p></p><p>“Dispatch it quickly!” cries the male elf. “It’s a brain collector!!”</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> The brain collector! The Vast Gate! And the swarm of eyeless eels!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 4132083, member: 1210"] [b]A Little Troll Trouble[/b] “We should bring the elves back to our time with us,” Otis urges Lord Cedric in a low voice. “As a breeding pair. Just think of their knowledge! Just think of what we could [i]do[/i] if we knew half of what they know!” “Propothe it to them,” Cedric nods. Otis turns and translates his offer into Elvish. The two elves exchange a glance and agree to consider it. Otis frowns; he knows the sound of a polite dismissal when he hears it. *** Trolls! They are strange and deformed, stunted and miscolored. The first has a weak-looking, shriveled third arm coming out of his side. The second has twisted, warped legs. The third seems to have an extra set of gasping lungs on the outside of its chest; and the third has a complete second troll, shriveled to a mere foot in size, dangling from the back of its neck. Otis and Dahlia waste no time, unleashing a [i]fireball[/i] and a [i]flame strike[/i] immediately. The trolls are swiftly overcome after that, but once the fight is over, Dahlia studies the bodies intently. “That was easier than I would have expected. They were... almost frail. Something about this place,” she mutters. The female elf nods. “Magical healing can sometimes warp you, if you are close to the Vast Gate. Things that were born too close to it might be warped it in the womb, as well.” Dahlia shudders. *** The party continues along, but before long a large cavern opens from the rough tunnel. A dim light emanates from several of the natural pillars and numerous stalactites. Dozens of grossley misshapen trolls are in the room, rolling around on the ground together, seemingly- wrestling? Mating? Our heroes cannot tell. Most of the trolls have vestigial appendages and organs sprouting from their bodies, which flop around grotesquely during their gyrating exertions. Presiding over the entire affair is a huge creature of enormous girth, with two heads and a thick, serpentine tail. The great two headed she-troll squats on a pile of jumbled bones, gazing wantonly at the scene before her. Her gaze crawls from the orgy of troll mutants before her to the approaching party. They halt immediately at the sight of so many trolls. Otis asks Adelle to cast [i]tongues[/i] on him, and then he steps forward into view. Before the hideous troll queen has a chance to open her mouth, Otis steps forward and calls out- in Elven- “We mean you no harm! We are just passing through! We are just trying to reach our home!” The trolls erupt in a collection of surprised grunts as they break apart and begin pulling themselves to their feet. The obese troll matriarch heaves herself to her feet and gawks at Otis with both heads. The other adventurers step up behind her, accompanied by the elves. The troll matriarch chuckles. “We are strong,” she burbles. “Why should we let you pass?” “We are [i]stronger[/i] than you. We have already slain four of your sentries. How else do you think we reached you?” The matriarch sends a pair of mutant trolls to check out Otis’ story. “I hope you can do this, master,” Kyle whispers. “Me,” Sir Percival hoots mournfully. Otis’ story checks out, and our heroes are a menacing band. The matriarch’s heads start to argue with each other, and she even briefly comes to blows with herself before the party is allowed to pass. But they are, in the end, allowed to pass. *** The party moves into a weird chamber that smells of vinegar. An archway leads out into a worked room to the left, but right is a scabrous tunnel coated with greenish-brown resin, whorled and ridged. The footing is uneven, and the vinegar-like smell is very strong. “Stay right,” Dahlia insists, despite the unpleasant appearance of the passage. The party heads into the unnerving tunnel. They pick their way forward carefully, coming into a long, irregularly-shaped cavern whose walls, floor and ceiling are lined with more of the resin. Then something [i]hideous[/i] comes into view from around a stone protrusion. Skittering on six crab-like legs, the bloated, yellow-orange creature has an oily body covered in short, writhing tentacles. It has an enormous, tooth-filled mouth framed by more, longer tentacles. Four large, bulging, yellow and red eyes are set into the monster’s upper portions, above the mouth. Behind its eyes are a cluster of strange, bulging sacs of some kind. “Dispatch it quickly!” cries the male elf. “It’s a brain collector!!” [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] The brain collector! The Vast Gate! And the swarm of eyeless eels!! [/QUOTE]
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