Graywolf-ELM
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Is this supposed to be some kind of Beauty and the Beast storyline?
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Hairy Minotaur
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Graywolf-ELM said:
No, but I needed a point where I could inject some interparty relationships, so that later on when things start getting personal I won't have to explain everything as we go. This post lays the groundwork that will make the later posts flow a lot easier. So you can rest easy in knowing that there have been absolutely ZERO discussions about what the child of a half-dragon elven princess and a minotaur with demonic blood would look like.
Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
Ooh, a giant-sized taser!
The giants lead the rest of the party through a winding tunnel, Omar alerts the party that the tunnel is descending as it meanders.
"I don't think this is the way out." Lothred states
"That because elfy never been in mines before. Just because tunnel go one way, does not mean tunnel stay that way." Gronar answers
The party rounds the next turn and they see a reddish glow pulsate from the tunnel around the corner. Gronar motions for the group to stop and to be quiet. He then sticks his head around the corner.
Up ahead about thirty feet is a large room with a huge spinning red crystal, that gives off the red glow as it hovers above a painted symbol in the floor. Four trolls sit in a square shape around the crystal, kneeling to the crystal, their backs to the wall behind them.
"Gronar see two trolls and a big red rock." The hill giant explains.
Confused looks cross the faces of the rest of the group.
"Gronar going to sneak up on trolls and see what they doing laying on floor like that."
Gronar spins around the corner and creeps down the short hallway to the room's threshold. The rest of the party follows, huddled closely behind Korg as they peer around the legs of the giant.
"Stinky troll! Gronar want to know if you see other elfys?" Gronar calls out to the trolls.
"Hey, there's four trolls in there. Don't you know how to count?" Luciann asks
"Gronar can count number of times it takes to split your head open." Korg answers, speaking up for his friend
"Hey!" Gronar shouts again to no avail.
The hill giant turns around and plucks Finrod out from behind Korg.
"Hey! Stinky trolls see other elfys, look like this?" Gronar asks while waving Finrod around like stick in front of a dog.
"Hey, hey, hey what are you trying to do? Get me killed? Put me down!" Finrod shouts
Gronar shrugs his shoulders and flips the elf out of his hand, to land ten feet inside the room to the right of the entry way.
Finrod immediately jumps to his feet and readies a weapon, the trolls however stay motionless with their heads pressed to the floor, touching the outer ring of the arcane symbol beneath the spinning crystal.
Luciann watches Finrod go flying across the doorway and throws a flaming sphere into the room, he has it roll up and onto the nearest right troll. It's dingy loincloth catches fire and seems to snap the troll out of it's trance. The troll stands up to pat the flames out and gets jabbed by Gronar's longspear for it's troubles.
The Lothred points his staff at the one Luciann awoke and sends a corrupt acid bolt into it's midsection. The troll reaches out with it's right hand towards the spinning crystal as if to balance itself, however the troll merely brushes it's fingers across it's spinning exterior and a bright blue flash of light erupts from the crystal and forms an electric tendril that lashes through the party.
Omar reels from the bolt, his eyebrows and beard singed and smoking, he is thrown back from Korg and lands near the turn in the tunnel behind him.
Gronar grabs his blackened stomach in pain with his left hand, and spears the troll with his right hand. The spear thrust severs the troll's left hip and the creature falls to the floor bleeding.
Luciann sends his flaming sphere into the troll behind the dead one and starts the process anew, as the troll rolls to his feet and surveys it's attackers.
"Fan out, don't let them catch us in a line!" Lothred words were drowned out by the crackle of electricity as another bolt shot forth from the crystal. This time it shocks Gronar, Korg, and Luciann.
Finrod shields his eyes and waits for the light from the lightening bolt to die down before leaping into combat with the alert troll, slashing his weapon into the gaunt ribcage of the creature.
Gronar staggers in and skewers the standing troll into the wall behind it. It's twitching dies down and Gronar releases his hold. Gronar then heard Luciann's voice and saw the flaming sphere out of the corner of his eye.
"Stop!" Gronar shouts "Elfy, turn off fireball. Gronar not want no more trolls to wake up."
Startled, Luciann ends his spell.
"What do we do with these two?" Finrod asks Gronar about the two remaining trolls.
Gronar smiles, and grabs the heads of each troll, the creatures roll their eyes trying to refocus on the present, when Gronar shoves their heads into the spinning crystal. The troll's heads are soon reduced to bloody nubs as the entire chamber is splattered with troll brains.
With the death of the last troll, the spinning crystal slows down to a near stop. Upon closer inspection, the crystal is a single chunk of red granite chiseled to give it a diamond shape.
Korg walks up to the granite shard and tries grapple the rock.
"What Korg doing?" Gronar asks
"Korg want red rock thing."
"Why would you want that?" Finrod asks
"Korg want to light torches and fireplace from other side of room."
After unsuccessfully getting the rock to stop spinning, even with the help of Gronar, the party gives up and retraces their steps back to the bone room.
"Ah! My eyes!" Ratchet screams as he recoils away from Paquito
"What?" Paquito asks
"What? I wake up to find you around a blanket, naked with her in your arms! Go do that somewhere else." Ratchet cries
Paquito flings the blanket off and Ratchet twists his neck around, shuts his eyes, and then covers them with his hands.
"You gnomes are a peculiar race. No? I offer a lady the warm place to sit in lieu of a fire and you immediately accuse me of improprieties. You would like to sit on Paquito's knee while I tell stories little boy? No?" Paquito answers
Slowly Ratchet turns and peeks out through his fingers to find that Paquito was telling the truth.
"I apologize." Ratchet offers
The sound of crunching bones and giant voices echo the return of the rest of the party.
"Maybe we should go join them?" Ratchet says
"And miss the rest of my story? Surely not. No?"
Unwilling to traverse the bone field alone, Ratchet sighs and walks over to Paquito, who folds back the blanket even more and pats down a spot for him on the bedroll.
"No thanks, I'd rather stand." Ratchet says, Paquito shrugs his shoulders and replaces the blanket's edge.
"What's the story about anyway?" Ratchet asks
"It's called The Sinking Books." Sillaqui answers
"Obviously, books don't swim." Ratchet states
"Hush! You'll ruin the punchline. No?"
The giants lead the rest of the party through a winding tunnel, Omar alerts the party that the tunnel is descending as it meanders.
"I don't think this is the way out." Lothred states
"That because elfy never been in mines before. Just because tunnel go one way, does not mean tunnel stay that way." Gronar answers
The party rounds the next turn and they see a reddish glow pulsate from the tunnel around the corner. Gronar motions for the group to stop and to be quiet. He then sticks his head around the corner.
Up ahead about thirty feet is a large room with a huge spinning red crystal, that gives off the red glow as it hovers above a painted symbol in the floor. Four trolls sit in a square shape around the crystal, kneeling to the crystal, their backs to the wall behind them.
"Gronar see two trolls and a big red rock." The hill giant explains.
Confused looks cross the faces of the rest of the group.
"Gronar going to sneak up on trolls and see what they doing laying on floor like that."
Gronar spins around the corner and creeps down the short hallway to the room's threshold. The rest of the party follows, huddled closely behind Korg as they peer around the legs of the giant.
"Stinky troll! Gronar want to know if you see other elfys?" Gronar calls out to the trolls.
"Hey, there's four trolls in there. Don't you know how to count?" Luciann asks
"Gronar can count number of times it takes to split your head open." Korg answers, speaking up for his friend
"Hey!" Gronar shouts again to no avail.
The hill giant turns around and plucks Finrod out from behind Korg.
"Hey! Stinky trolls see other elfys, look like this?" Gronar asks while waving Finrod around like stick in front of a dog.
"Hey, hey, hey what are you trying to do? Get me killed? Put me down!" Finrod shouts
Gronar shrugs his shoulders and flips the elf out of his hand, to land ten feet inside the room to the right of the entry way.
Finrod immediately jumps to his feet and readies a weapon, the trolls however stay motionless with their heads pressed to the floor, touching the outer ring of the arcane symbol beneath the spinning crystal.
Luciann watches Finrod go flying across the doorway and throws a flaming sphere into the room, he has it roll up and onto the nearest right troll. It's dingy loincloth catches fire and seems to snap the troll out of it's trance. The troll stands up to pat the flames out and gets jabbed by Gronar's longspear for it's troubles.
The Lothred points his staff at the one Luciann awoke and sends a corrupt acid bolt into it's midsection. The troll reaches out with it's right hand towards the spinning crystal as if to balance itself, however the troll merely brushes it's fingers across it's spinning exterior and a bright blue flash of light erupts from the crystal and forms an electric tendril that lashes through the party.
Omar reels from the bolt, his eyebrows and beard singed and smoking, he is thrown back from Korg and lands near the turn in the tunnel behind him.
Gronar grabs his blackened stomach in pain with his left hand, and spears the troll with his right hand. The spear thrust severs the troll's left hip and the creature falls to the floor bleeding.
Luciann sends his flaming sphere into the troll behind the dead one and starts the process anew, as the troll rolls to his feet and surveys it's attackers.
"Fan out, don't let them catch us in a line!" Lothred words were drowned out by the crackle of electricity as another bolt shot forth from the crystal. This time it shocks Gronar, Korg, and Luciann.
Finrod shields his eyes and waits for the light from the lightening bolt to die down before leaping into combat with the alert troll, slashing his weapon into the gaunt ribcage of the creature.
Gronar staggers in and skewers the standing troll into the wall behind it. It's twitching dies down and Gronar releases his hold. Gronar then heard Luciann's voice and saw the flaming sphere out of the corner of his eye.
"Stop!" Gronar shouts "Elfy, turn off fireball. Gronar not want no more trolls to wake up."
Startled, Luciann ends his spell.
"What do we do with these two?" Finrod asks Gronar about the two remaining trolls.
Gronar smiles, and grabs the heads of each troll, the creatures roll their eyes trying to refocus on the present, when Gronar shoves their heads into the spinning crystal. The troll's heads are soon reduced to bloody nubs as the entire chamber is splattered with troll brains.
With the death of the last troll, the spinning crystal slows down to a near stop. Upon closer inspection, the crystal is a single chunk of red granite chiseled to give it a diamond shape.
Korg walks up to the granite shard and tries grapple the rock.
"What Korg doing?" Gronar asks
"Korg want red rock thing."
"Why would you want that?" Finrod asks
"Korg want to light torches and fireplace from other side of room."
After unsuccessfully getting the rock to stop spinning, even with the help of Gronar, the party gives up and retraces their steps back to the bone room.
"Ah! My eyes!" Ratchet screams as he recoils away from Paquito
"What?" Paquito asks
"What? I wake up to find you around a blanket, naked with her in your arms! Go do that somewhere else." Ratchet cries
Paquito flings the blanket off and Ratchet twists his neck around, shuts his eyes, and then covers them with his hands.
"You gnomes are a peculiar race. No? I offer a lady the warm place to sit in lieu of a fire and you immediately accuse me of improprieties. You would like to sit on Paquito's knee while I tell stories little boy? No?" Paquito answers
Slowly Ratchet turns and peeks out through his fingers to find that Paquito was telling the truth.
"I apologize." Ratchet offers
The sound of crunching bones and giant voices echo the return of the rest of the party.
"Maybe we should go join them?" Ratchet says
"And miss the rest of my story? Surely not. No?"
Unwilling to traverse the bone field alone, Ratchet sighs and walks over to Paquito, who folds back the blanket even more and pats down a spot for him on the bedroll.
"No thanks, I'd rather stand." Ratchet says, Paquito shrugs his shoulders and replaces the blanket's edge.
"What's the story about anyway?" Ratchet asks
"It's called The Sinking Books." Sillaqui answers
"Obviously, books don't swim." Ratchet states
"Hush! You'll ruin the punchline. No?"
Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
Finrod comes unglued
"This tunnel slopes upwards, at a pretty decent incline." Omar alerts the party
"I was perplexed at why my legs muscles were having to work harder, I assumed it was because we were treading through a molasses dump." Lothred replies
"If you don't want my services, I'll go back and tend to my patients." Omar huffs
"I don't want you services." Lothred answers plainly
"No, dorf stay, since lawn ornament not here." Korg interjects into the argument.
"Hah! Looks my services are wanted after all pointy." Omar says to Lothred
"Yeah, as a thrown weapon. Make sure you tuck in tight when your being hurled through the air." Lothred replies
The party follows the tightly winding passageway, after about eighty feet, Korg comes to an abrupt halt. Finrod Omar and Lothred all tumble to the ground after walking into the giant's backside. Gronar takes a dozen more steps before realizing something's wrong.
"What matter with Korg?" Gronar asks
"Korg not feel right, something in tunnel not feel right." Korg answers
"Idiot, my face in your butt doesn't feel right either. Contemplate your meager role in the multiverse on someone else's time." Lothred tells
"I feel it too. Like something weighing heavy on your faith." Omar concurs with Korg
"Bah! Losers, I have no faith with which to hold me back. On the planes, all you have is your word and your power, and faith in either will get you dead." Lothred states.
"My faith is all that stands between death's cold embrace and your life." Omar retorts
Lothred eyes up the dwarf, "I'll take my chances thank you."
"Hush, or Korg will nurture faith in Elfy with own hands!" Korg shouts
Gronar turns to peer back up the passage and spies a low rolling fog drifting down the tunnel.
"Attack!" Gronar shouts and begins pummeling the ground beneath him with vicious sword strokes.
The rest of the party puts aside their bickering and rushes up to defend Gronar.
"Where thing that attack Gronar?" Korg questions
"Look!" Gronar shouts as he points to the floor
"It's just condensing water vapor, what are you afraid of?" Finrod asks
Luciann shivers, "Getting a little cold in this tunnel."
"Wuss. Suck it up people, of all the liberators to get freed by, I had to end up with these guys." Lothred says, his voice trailing off to a whispers as he finishes his words.
Gronar plows forward and makes one more turn before the passageway straightens out into a forty foot hallway ending in a open room, from which emanates the low fog.
"Enemies that way!" Gronar points and charges into the room. "Whoa."
Upon hearing the giant's last word the rest of the party follows, spurred on by the thought of immense treasures. They reach the open door and immediately see Gronar engaged in battle with the largest ogre anyone in the party has ever seen. The creature wields a huge metal mallet that causes the ground floor of the room to shatter like glass when it hits the ground.
Near the back of the room laughs a huge troll, waves of fat and girth roll like the waves on a sea from it's chin to the floor as the beast cackles at the party.
"Come to play with me have you? You don't look the part, only the bleeding have any place in my realm." The fat thing gurgles at the party.
Korg steps in and begins his prayer for enlarge , intending to make Gronar the biggest thing in the room.
"Your pathetic god is weak, Umtala trembles at the mere whisper of my master's name. You will fall begging for my forgiveness before I sever your head from your body." The words shout through Korg's mind, but the hill giant brushes them aside and manages to complete the spell.
Omar moves over to cast enlarge on Finrod.
"Little man comes to play with the big boys. I think you'll find the sandbox not to your liking. In fact I plan on burying you within it. Kneel before Vaprak!" The words shatter Omar's concentration and the spell is lost.
Ha, ha, ha..... the grotesque thing laughs aloud at Omar's failure.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Finrod charges the ogre and slices through it's upper left leg, chipping bone as it exits the wound. The ogre rears in pain and swings wildly at the elf. Gronar takes advantage of the off balanced ogre and nearly decapitates it on his first swing, his second swing finishes the job.
Gronar moves in-between the party and the troll, now huge sized, he takes his spear out and jabs at the thing from thirty feet away. His jabs appear ineffectual as the thing shifts it's body mass to the site of Gronar's strike, forcing the spear to penetrate only fat.
The spear causes some of the lard of the beast to spill out on onto the floor in front of the troll, the grounds sizzles and the fat melts away into the form of hundreds of tiny spiders.
Luciann launches a round of magic missiles into the troll, only to have each spot where a missile strikes, to spew forth more spiders. Lothred flings a corrupt acid burst at the spiders, it's caustic liquid destroys two of the swarms and it's splash causes the troll's skin to bubble and blister.
Finrod closes with the beast and readies a swing, the troll reaches out with it's clawed arm and slaps the weapon aside. Finrod spins around ready for another swipe when movement catches the corner of his eye. Focusing on it, he sees that his sword has been transformed into a writhing snake. Finrod drops the weapon and backs away from it, crouching low trying not to be seen by the snake.
The rest of the party sees Finrod drop his sword and sink away from it as if afraid of it.
"Pick up sword Elfy and fight!" Gronar shouts
"It's a snake." Finrod answers
"Really? Elfy have cool magic weapon. Pick up snake and fight with it." Gronar tells him.
The spiders lurch forward, skittering up Gronar's leg and biting him all along the way. The giant hurriedly backs off and motions for the party to retreat.
The troll lifts itself up on massive stumpy legs and waddles forward. It turns toward a cowering Finrod and lashes out with it's claws. One claw scrapes across the back of Finrod, almost tearing his armor off in the process.
Finrod's world goes spinning and he soon finds his vision to be as if he was inside his breastplate looking out along the floor.
Lothred sends a corrupt acid bolt into the creature, burning it's flesh and causing more spiders to erupt from it's flesh. Korg begins to pray for a searing light spell.
"You continued faith in an abandoned god only serve to signify your useless life as mere sheep, I taste your fear on the wind and I know your trembling voice from afar. Feel my wrath sear your soul to nothingness!" Korg heard the words but waived off the intent and completed the spell easily.
"Ugh?" The creature's garbled response to Korg's strong will was the last thing it ever said, as the searing light spell ripped through the bulbous creature as fat, flesh, bone, and sinew were burned away from the inside out.
It's creator dead, the spider swarms melted away like hot butter.
Finrod crawled out from inside his armor.
"Fat troll left baby!" Gronar shouts as the party turns and sees a greenish-tinged pink ooze spill out of Finrod's armor.
Gronar rushes to pound the thing into the floor. Finrod watches as the hill giant leaps to his side and raises his sword to strike him. Finrod screams "No!" but no words are issued from his mouth. He tries again as fear well up inside as Gronar's blade slices the air and parts the ooze.
Gronar watches as the ooze reforms around the sword's path after he retracts it from the ground beneath the ooze. Then a knob forms on it's top side, it grows to form the shape of Finrod's head. Gronar sneers at the thing and winds up for another attack.
"No!!!" Finrod's words shout from the ooze's newly formed head.
Gronar halts his swing and bends down to look at the ooze. Finrod turns his "head" to look into the eyes of Gronar.
"What.... doing.... help... off ground." Finrod's words come out as if he were under water.
Luciann launches a magic missile into the puddle of flesh, to no effect.
"Wait, I think this is Finrod. Turned into this fleshy pudding by the troll creature." Omar
"Your fantasies would be better received if they were ground in a firmer reality. It's obvious to me that the thing reproduces by assimilation, sooner or later there's going to be another one of those things in here." Lothred says pointing at the troll's body.
"How do we kill it?" Luciann asks
"Probably like green slime. A good heal spell should do the trick." Lothred answers
"Ah, so now you need me, not so quick to turn from the faith are ya?" Omar snipes
"I don't need you at all, Korg will do just fine." Lothred says ignoring the dwarf.
"Hmm, Korg not have heal prayer until morning. We wait." Korg replies.
"This tunnel slopes upwards, at a pretty decent incline." Omar alerts the party
"I was perplexed at why my legs muscles were having to work harder, I assumed it was because we were treading through a molasses dump." Lothred replies
"If you don't want my services, I'll go back and tend to my patients." Omar huffs
"I don't want you services." Lothred answers plainly
"No, dorf stay, since lawn ornament not here." Korg interjects into the argument.
"Hah! Looks my services are wanted after all pointy." Omar says to Lothred
"Yeah, as a thrown weapon. Make sure you tuck in tight when your being hurled through the air." Lothred replies
The party follows the tightly winding passageway, after about eighty feet, Korg comes to an abrupt halt. Finrod Omar and Lothred all tumble to the ground after walking into the giant's backside. Gronar takes a dozen more steps before realizing something's wrong.
"What matter with Korg?" Gronar asks
"Korg not feel right, something in tunnel not feel right." Korg answers
"Idiot, my face in your butt doesn't feel right either. Contemplate your meager role in the multiverse on someone else's time." Lothred tells
"I feel it too. Like something weighing heavy on your faith." Omar concurs with Korg
"Bah! Losers, I have no faith with which to hold me back. On the planes, all you have is your word and your power, and faith in either will get you dead." Lothred states.
"My faith is all that stands between death's cold embrace and your life." Omar retorts
Lothred eyes up the dwarf, "I'll take my chances thank you."
"Hush, or Korg will nurture faith in Elfy with own hands!" Korg shouts
Gronar turns to peer back up the passage and spies a low rolling fog drifting down the tunnel.
"Attack!" Gronar shouts and begins pummeling the ground beneath him with vicious sword strokes.
The rest of the party puts aside their bickering and rushes up to defend Gronar.
"Where thing that attack Gronar?" Korg questions
"Look!" Gronar shouts as he points to the floor
"It's just condensing water vapor, what are you afraid of?" Finrod asks
Luciann shivers, "Getting a little cold in this tunnel."
"Wuss. Suck it up people, of all the liberators to get freed by, I had to end up with these guys." Lothred says, his voice trailing off to a whispers as he finishes his words.
Gronar plows forward and makes one more turn before the passageway straightens out into a forty foot hallway ending in a open room, from which emanates the low fog.
"Enemies that way!" Gronar points and charges into the room. "Whoa."
Upon hearing the giant's last word the rest of the party follows, spurred on by the thought of immense treasures. They reach the open door and immediately see Gronar engaged in battle with the largest ogre anyone in the party has ever seen. The creature wields a huge metal mallet that causes the ground floor of the room to shatter like glass when it hits the ground.
Near the back of the room laughs a huge troll, waves of fat and girth roll like the waves on a sea from it's chin to the floor as the beast cackles at the party.
"Come to play with me have you? You don't look the part, only the bleeding have any place in my realm." The fat thing gurgles at the party.
Korg steps in and begins his prayer for enlarge , intending to make Gronar the biggest thing in the room.
"Your pathetic god is weak, Umtala trembles at the mere whisper of my master's name. You will fall begging for my forgiveness before I sever your head from your body." The words shout through Korg's mind, but the hill giant brushes them aside and manages to complete the spell.
Omar moves over to cast enlarge on Finrod.
"Little man comes to play with the big boys. I think you'll find the sandbox not to your liking. In fact I plan on burying you within it. Kneel before Vaprak!" The words shatter Omar's concentration and the spell is lost.
Ha, ha, ha..... the grotesque thing laughs aloud at Omar's failure.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Finrod charges the ogre and slices through it's upper left leg, chipping bone as it exits the wound. The ogre rears in pain and swings wildly at the elf. Gronar takes advantage of the off balanced ogre and nearly decapitates it on his first swing, his second swing finishes the job.
Gronar moves in-between the party and the troll, now huge sized, he takes his spear out and jabs at the thing from thirty feet away. His jabs appear ineffectual as the thing shifts it's body mass to the site of Gronar's strike, forcing the spear to penetrate only fat.
The spear causes some of the lard of the beast to spill out on onto the floor in front of the troll, the grounds sizzles and the fat melts away into the form of hundreds of tiny spiders.
Luciann launches a round of magic missiles into the troll, only to have each spot where a missile strikes, to spew forth more spiders. Lothred flings a corrupt acid burst at the spiders, it's caustic liquid destroys two of the swarms and it's splash causes the troll's skin to bubble and blister.
Finrod closes with the beast and readies a swing, the troll reaches out with it's clawed arm and slaps the weapon aside. Finrod spins around ready for another swipe when movement catches the corner of his eye. Focusing on it, he sees that his sword has been transformed into a writhing snake. Finrod drops the weapon and backs away from it, crouching low trying not to be seen by the snake.
The rest of the party sees Finrod drop his sword and sink away from it as if afraid of it.
"Pick up sword Elfy and fight!" Gronar shouts
"It's a snake." Finrod answers
"Really? Elfy have cool magic weapon. Pick up snake and fight with it." Gronar tells him.
The spiders lurch forward, skittering up Gronar's leg and biting him all along the way. The giant hurriedly backs off and motions for the party to retreat.
The troll lifts itself up on massive stumpy legs and waddles forward. It turns toward a cowering Finrod and lashes out with it's claws. One claw scrapes across the back of Finrod, almost tearing his armor off in the process.
Finrod's world goes spinning and he soon finds his vision to be as if he was inside his breastplate looking out along the floor.
Lothred sends a corrupt acid bolt into the creature, burning it's flesh and causing more spiders to erupt from it's flesh. Korg begins to pray for a searing light spell.
"You continued faith in an abandoned god only serve to signify your useless life as mere sheep, I taste your fear on the wind and I know your trembling voice from afar. Feel my wrath sear your soul to nothingness!" Korg heard the words but waived off the intent and completed the spell easily.
"Ugh?" The creature's garbled response to Korg's strong will was the last thing it ever said, as the searing light spell ripped through the bulbous creature as fat, flesh, bone, and sinew were burned away from the inside out.
It's creator dead, the spider swarms melted away like hot butter.
Finrod crawled out from inside his armor.
"Fat troll left baby!" Gronar shouts as the party turns and sees a greenish-tinged pink ooze spill out of Finrod's armor.
Gronar rushes to pound the thing into the floor. Finrod watches as the hill giant leaps to his side and raises his sword to strike him. Finrod screams "No!" but no words are issued from his mouth. He tries again as fear well up inside as Gronar's blade slices the air and parts the ooze.
Gronar watches as the ooze reforms around the sword's path after he retracts it from the ground beneath the ooze. Then a knob forms on it's top side, it grows to form the shape of Finrod's head. Gronar sneers at the thing and winds up for another attack.
"No!!!" Finrod's words shout from the ooze's newly formed head.
Gronar halts his swing and bends down to look at the ooze. Finrod turns his "head" to look into the eyes of Gronar.
"What.... doing.... help... off ground." Finrod's words come out as if he were under water.
Luciann launches a magic missile into the puddle of flesh, to no effect.
"Wait, I think this is Finrod. Turned into this fleshy pudding by the troll creature." Omar
"Your fantasies would be better received if they were ground in a firmer reality. It's obvious to me that the thing reproduces by assimilation, sooner or later there's going to be another one of those things in here." Lothred says pointing at the troll's body.
"How do we kill it?" Luciann asks
"Probably like green slime. A good heal spell should do the trick." Lothred answers
"Ah, so now you need me, not so quick to turn from the faith are ya?" Omar snipes
"I don't need you at all, Korg will do just fine." Lothred says ignoring the dwarf.
"Hmm, Korg not have heal prayer until morning. We wait." Korg replies.
Graywolf-ELM
Explorer
exciting action. Just what I needed before this boring meeting.
GW
GW
Jon Potter
First Post
That fat troll another Beast Builder creation? If so, I may have to download the pdf immediately.
That is one sweet critter. I love the spider swarm blood!
That is one sweet critter. I love the spider swarm blood!
Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
Jon Potter said:
Yes, that's correct. It's the last one of those the party faced for a while, until last night. Last night 3 PC's lost their life and another was unconscious. Closest to a TPK as we've had.
When the dust settled. 1 PC was lost presumably forever, 1 PC was reincarnated, and 1 is still dead.
Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
A teifling and his rod
Finrod focuses his entire being on becoming stable again and succeeds in pulling his shape nearly back to it's original. Lothred searches the rear of the room on locates a chest hidden under a pair of dispatched straw bedrolls. The teifling tosses aside the grimy stained mats and pulls the chest towards the center of the room, drawing a great interest from the remaining party members.
Opening the chest reveals a thick metal rod with two clasped hands as it's head, there is also a thick tome inside as well. Lothred picks up the tome and flips through it's pages, deeming it unworthy of further investigation, he chucks the tome onto the floor behind him. Lothred then reaches for the rod and casts detect magic on the metal stick, the reading Lothred gets widens his eyes and he quickly tucks the rod into an interior pocket within his cloak.
Luciann wanders up to investigate the large tome that Lothred cast aside and bending over to pick it up, Luciann is immediately struck with how heavy the tome is, feeling that there must be some kind of useful information contained within it's pages, Luciann places the tome in his backpack for later study.
"What Elfy find?" Korg asks while pointing to Lothred's cloak
"He found a redundant paper weight." Lothred answers, ignoring that Korg meant him, but annoyed that he was called an elf decided to answer his question literally.
"No, what you find? Put in curtain on your back?" Korg re-asks his question
"Billyclub of Respect my Authority." Lothred answers, annoyed that Korg is still talking to him.
"Korg not know what that mean, explain to Korg with little words." The hill giant pleads holding his hands up to indicate something of small size.
"That's just crazy talk, I don't have to explain my motivations with someone who barely understands the need to lift his loincloth to relive himself." Lothred replies
"That not crazy talk, this is crazy talk." Gronar cuts in "Pwerttly mmmgrhfphfp ikyth pwery nurph pwee."
Lothred ignores the giants and begins to make his way out of the room.
"Hey, maybe I should take a look at that rod, I might like to make a claim on it." The reformed Finrod halts Lothred
"Yeah right, the first time you see a well fed troll, you go soft and fall to pieces. There's no way I'm, letting you touch my rod." Lothred answers
Luciann and Omar burst into laughter and fall about the floor writhing in joyous snorting.
The party makes their way back to Paquito, Ratchet and Sillaqui, all sleeping soundly in Korg's sleeping bag.
"Darn good thing these guys were here to back us up, oh and I'd wash that bag before I sleep in it again Korg." Finrod states
"Up you lazy louts, sleep on your own time, not when it's watch my back time." Lothred yells why kicking Paquito in the horns.
*yawn* "mmm mating season already. No?"
Paquito's comment silences the party as Lothred's face turns redder, just before Omar and Luciann burst out into laughter again, turning Lothred's face redder with anger.
Korg yanks the blanket off the sleeping trio and shoves them awake, Finrod explains to them what they fought while they were taking a nap.
"Hey Paquito, Lothred won't let anyone touch his new rod, can you see what you can do about that?" Omar says scarcely able to contain his giggling.
Paquito looks back and forth between Lothred, who stares at Paquito with a cold in his glare one gets only be being birthed and raised in hell, and Omar whose face glows with a redness of inebriated on life. The minotaur furrows his eye brows and frowns.
"Well, if the teifling doesn't want to show it to people, it's either not that impressive or it's merely a wand disguised as a rod. No?"
"Before I draw my last breath, I shall have you on your knees begging for mercy." Lothred spits out between clenched teeth.
"Whoa, uh I'm not liking where you're going with this, new rod and me on my knees begging for mercy. Unless of course Mercy is the name of your sister, because quite frankly who can't resist a woman in leather with horns on her head? I am right? No?"
"Knock it off you guys, we still have to find a way to get out of here, there were no secret doors in either of the two rooms we found off of that bone room there." Finrod intrudes
Gronar goes back down the entry hallway and checks the trap door again to find he is still unable to lift it open.
"Maybe you should use Chip?" Finrod advises Paquito
"Chip is busy and can't be bothered right now. No?"
"What do you mean he's busy, it's your familiar shouldn't you have access to it at all times?" Finrod asks
"He's pining for the gorges. No?"
"Do you just make this stuff up or do you have a reservoir of bull that you make up ahead of time?" Finrod asks
"I make nothing up, I am no bard, I am a humble monastic transient pilgrim on a trek to probe for answers to my inquires. I can assure you that at no time have I never been or claimed to be, nor associated with anyone of the bardic persuasion. Perhaps after you have read the liner notes in my soon to be published biography "The Demon in Mr. Flacido." you will be better equipped to grasp the concept with which I have so eloquently put forth to you. No?"
At a loss for words, Finrod gives up and drops his argument.
"None of that drivel helps us get out of here." Luciann says
"Ah, but I have a way to get out of here. My reverence commanding maze mage has provided me with a teleportation device that will transport all of us back to the maze. No?"
"What are we waiting for? Fire that thing up!" Lothred shouts
"Wait, we have not found the elven prisoners yet, we can't leave without knowing their condition." Finrod maintains
"Gronar do what Korg want to do." Gronar states
"Korg agree with Elfy, Korg promised to find other Elfys, Korg keep promise." Korg answers
"The device only works for another ten hours, after that it's power will be lost. No?"
"Why can't you just state the whole story right from the beginning instead of wasting five minutes of my life every time you open your mouth?" Lothred blows up at Paquito
"For the same reasons you won't let anyone see your rod......... It is insignificant compared with the greater good. No?"
"You have such a way with words, from what university did you study?" Sillaqui asks
"Paquito at a university? Hah! What a joke, he's tried three times to pass herbalism and can't do it. He was supposed to find pipeweed but came back with poison sumac instead, and tried to smoke that. half of the collage spent a week in the temple." Finrod boasts
"Ah ha! She's a bard. That makes you a liar!" Lothred exclaims
"I am no liar, you must be hard of hearing and were not paying attention to my speech earlier. Use both ears next time. No?"
A great torrent of water drops from the center of the ceiling in the bone room, brackish and foul smelling water coats and saturates Korg. The trollish cistern empties out onto the circular void on the floor of the room. Black lightening crackles around the perimeter of the hole as if some energy beast was stirring.
"Korg found way out, up through troll toilet." Korg shouts back
"Great, looks like this trip is headed back to the gutter." Finrod laments
The party makes their way through the bone field and is carried by Korg, with his boots of flying, and Finrod, with his winged shield, one-by-one up through the hole in the ceiling.
Luciann heads to Paquito and Sillaqui, "Would either of you know what this book is about? I've been looking at it's text but the words are written in a style I am unfamiliar with."
Paquito gladly agrees to take a peek at the book, he opens the front cover and heads to the first page.
"See, what language are these words written in?" Luciann pleads
Sillaqui shrugs her shoulders and smiles blissfully ignorant of the elves' wishes. Paquito looks at the page then back up at Luciann, "You're joking right?"
"No, can you read the words? What do they say?" Luciann requests giddy with anticipation that the book holds some new found spell of power that he can tap.
"It's in Elven. No?"
Luciann stands confused for a moment, "But these words aren't in Elven." Luciann says pointing at the first sentence.
"This is the author's name, apparently you failed to spot the resemblance of those words to the ones printed on the outside cover. No?"
Luciann had no time to ponder Paquito's discovery, as a large pair of giant hands grabbed his shoulders and whisked him up through the air.
Finrod focuses his entire being on becoming stable again and succeeds in pulling his shape nearly back to it's original. Lothred searches the rear of the room on locates a chest hidden under a pair of dispatched straw bedrolls. The teifling tosses aside the grimy stained mats and pulls the chest towards the center of the room, drawing a great interest from the remaining party members.
Opening the chest reveals a thick metal rod with two clasped hands as it's head, there is also a thick tome inside as well. Lothred picks up the tome and flips through it's pages, deeming it unworthy of further investigation, he chucks the tome onto the floor behind him. Lothred then reaches for the rod and casts detect magic on the metal stick, the reading Lothred gets widens his eyes and he quickly tucks the rod into an interior pocket within his cloak.
Luciann wanders up to investigate the large tome that Lothred cast aside and bending over to pick it up, Luciann is immediately struck with how heavy the tome is, feeling that there must be some kind of useful information contained within it's pages, Luciann places the tome in his backpack for later study.
"What Elfy find?" Korg asks while pointing to Lothred's cloak
"He found a redundant paper weight." Lothred answers, ignoring that Korg meant him, but annoyed that he was called an elf decided to answer his question literally.
"No, what you find? Put in curtain on your back?" Korg re-asks his question
"Billyclub of Respect my Authority." Lothred answers, annoyed that Korg is still talking to him.
"Korg not know what that mean, explain to Korg with little words." The hill giant pleads holding his hands up to indicate something of small size.
"That's just crazy talk, I don't have to explain my motivations with someone who barely understands the need to lift his loincloth to relive himself." Lothred replies
"That not crazy talk, this is crazy talk." Gronar cuts in "Pwerttly mmmgrhfphfp ikyth pwery nurph pwee."
Lothred ignores the giants and begins to make his way out of the room.
"Hey, maybe I should take a look at that rod, I might like to make a claim on it." The reformed Finrod halts Lothred
"Yeah right, the first time you see a well fed troll, you go soft and fall to pieces. There's no way I'm, letting you touch my rod." Lothred answers
Luciann and Omar burst into laughter and fall about the floor writhing in joyous snorting.
The party makes their way back to Paquito, Ratchet and Sillaqui, all sleeping soundly in Korg's sleeping bag.
"Darn good thing these guys were here to back us up, oh and I'd wash that bag before I sleep in it again Korg." Finrod states
"Up you lazy louts, sleep on your own time, not when it's watch my back time." Lothred yells why kicking Paquito in the horns.
*yawn* "mmm mating season already. No?"
Paquito's comment silences the party as Lothred's face turns redder, just before Omar and Luciann burst out into laughter again, turning Lothred's face redder with anger.
Korg yanks the blanket off the sleeping trio and shoves them awake, Finrod explains to them what they fought while they were taking a nap.
"Hey Paquito, Lothred won't let anyone touch his new rod, can you see what you can do about that?" Omar says scarcely able to contain his giggling.
Paquito looks back and forth between Lothred, who stares at Paquito with a cold in his glare one gets only be being birthed and raised in hell, and Omar whose face glows with a redness of inebriated on life. The minotaur furrows his eye brows and frowns.
"Well, if the teifling doesn't want to show it to people, it's either not that impressive or it's merely a wand disguised as a rod. No?"
"Before I draw my last breath, I shall have you on your knees begging for mercy." Lothred spits out between clenched teeth.
"Whoa, uh I'm not liking where you're going with this, new rod and me on my knees begging for mercy. Unless of course Mercy is the name of your sister, because quite frankly who can't resist a woman in leather with horns on her head? I am right? No?"
"Knock it off you guys, we still have to find a way to get out of here, there were no secret doors in either of the two rooms we found off of that bone room there." Finrod intrudes
Gronar goes back down the entry hallway and checks the trap door again to find he is still unable to lift it open.
"Maybe you should use Chip?" Finrod advises Paquito
"Chip is busy and can't be bothered right now. No?"
"What do you mean he's busy, it's your familiar shouldn't you have access to it at all times?" Finrod asks
"He's pining for the gorges. No?"
"Do you just make this stuff up or do you have a reservoir of bull that you make up ahead of time?" Finrod asks
"I make nothing up, I am no bard, I am a humble monastic transient pilgrim on a trek to probe for answers to my inquires. I can assure you that at no time have I never been or claimed to be, nor associated with anyone of the bardic persuasion. Perhaps after you have read the liner notes in my soon to be published biography "The Demon in Mr. Flacido." you will be better equipped to grasp the concept with which I have so eloquently put forth to you. No?"
At a loss for words, Finrod gives up and drops his argument.
"None of that drivel helps us get out of here." Luciann says
"Ah, but I have a way to get out of here. My reverence commanding maze mage has provided me with a teleportation device that will transport all of us back to the maze. No?"
"What are we waiting for? Fire that thing up!" Lothred shouts
"Wait, we have not found the elven prisoners yet, we can't leave without knowing their condition." Finrod maintains
"Gronar do what Korg want to do." Gronar states
"Korg agree with Elfy, Korg promised to find other Elfys, Korg keep promise." Korg answers
"The device only works for another ten hours, after that it's power will be lost. No?"
"Why can't you just state the whole story right from the beginning instead of wasting five minutes of my life every time you open your mouth?" Lothred blows up at Paquito
"For the same reasons you won't let anyone see your rod......... It is insignificant compared with the greater good. No?"
"You have such a way with words, from what university did you study?" Sillaqui asks
"Paquito at a university? Hah! What a joke, he's tried three times to pass herbalism and can't do it. He was supposed to find pipeweed but came back with poison sumac instead, and tried to smoke that. half of the collage spent a week in the temple." Finrod boasts
"Ah ha! She's a bard. That makes you a liar!" Lothred exclaims
"I am no liar, you must be hard of hearing and were not paying attention to my speech earlier. Use both ears next time. No?"
A great torrent of water drops from the center of the ceiling in the bone room, brackish and foul smelling water coats and saturates Korg. The trollish cistern empties out onto the circular void on the floor of the room. Black lightening crackles around the perimeter of the hole as if some energy beast was stirring.
"Korg found way out, up through troll toilet." Korg shouts back
"Great, looks like this trip is headed back to the gutter." Finrod laments
The party makes their way through the bone field and is carried by Korg, with his boots of flying, and Finrod, with his winged shield, one-by-one up through the hole in the ceiling.
Luciann heads to Paquito and Sillaqui, "Would either of you know what this book is about? I've been looking at it's text but the words are written in a style I am unfamiliar with."
Paquito gladly agrees to take a peek at the book, he opens the front cover and heads to the first page.
"See, what language are these words written in?" Luciann pleads
Sillaqui shrugs her shoulders and smiles blissfully ignorant of the elves' wishes. Paquito looks at the page then back up at Luciann, "You're joking right?"
"No, can you read the words? What do they say?" Luciann requests giddy with anticipation that the book holds some new found spell of power that he can tap.
"It's in Elven. No?"
Luciann stands confused for a moment, "But these words aren't in Elven." Luciann says pointing at the first sentence.
"This is the author's name, apparently you failed to spot the resemblance of those words to the ones printed on the outside cover. No?"
Luciann had no time to ponder Paquito's discovery, as a large pair of giant hands grabbed his shoulders and whisked him up through the air.
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Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
We're all doomed, or at least flogged
The party emerges from the ceiling of the bone room, into the floor of a troll toilet. Fighting off waves of nausea as the stench of the area assaults the olfactory senses of the party.
"I vote that before Korg opens another door, we have the party rogue check it out first." Lothred speaks up
"We don't have a rogue." Finrod answers
"Sure we do, him." Lothred replies pointing out Ratchet
"What is that supposed to mean?" Ratchet questions
"You're a gnome, aren't you all good with tinkering with things until they break?" Lothred remarks
"No, and as someone of unique origin, I would say you have an extremely narrow view of the world." Ratchet argues
"Hey, It's not my fault you guys line up to fill the role of stereotype for your race. I mean sometimes knowing your place in the world is a good thing." Lothred counters
Ratchet pauses for a moment before replying, "I shall look forward to the day that you find your place on the end of an enemy's blade."
"Well, there's no need to get rude." Lothred huffs and turns his back on the gnome.
The room has two exits one to the north and one to the east, Gronar and Korg choose the north exit and the rest of the party gets in line behind them. After turning a corner the party realizes that they are on the level they entered the tree at. Directly north of them is the ogre alarms and to the east is a large open chamber with a ladder ascending to the ceiling.
The party cautiously makes their way to the ladder, as they do the find that there is another opening in the floor about ten feet to the south of the ladder that contains a ladder leading down.
"Which way Elfy?" Gronar asks
"Up, we've been down and didn't find them. They have to be up." Finrod answers
The hill giants climb the ladder and force open a locked trap door at the top of the ceiling. The sound of metal hitting the floor and armor crashing, causes the party to still their movement. The two giants look at each other and each shrugs in a silent response.
"Korg know what to do." Korg says, and with that he grabs Finrod around the waist.
"Hey, hey what are doing? Put me down!" The struggling Finrod objects in vain
Korg then shoves the head of Finrod up through the trap door.
"Ayeee!" Finrod shouts as the party readies for battle
Korg quickly lowers Finrod back down the ladder, and gives the elf a short visual examination of wounds.
"Elfy not hurt! Why Elfy cry like that?" Korg demands
"Deja-vu." Finrod replies
"You guys are barbarians, or morons. I haven't narrowed it down enough yet." Lothred states
"No, Gronar is barbars, Korg is good touch giant." Gronar replies
"I second that. Korg is as gentle as a hasted grimlock with spiked gauntlets. No?" Paquito chimes in
"Thanks for joining the conversation Mr. Helper. Since you want to help so much, why do you get up there and scope out the room for us." Lothred sasses
"The Great Emancipator Paquito, does not do requests. Unless, you happen to be the female of the species. No?"
Korg shakes his head like a father watching his five year-old and three year-old children spat it out. The hill giant replaces Finrod on the ground and then pokes his own head up through the trap door. All manner of weaponry lie rusted and strewn about the floor of the room. A couple of sets of metal armor, nearly rusted out lie collapsed in a heap to the right of Korg. Two beams of sunlight shines against the opposite wall from two arrow slits halfway up the back wall. An exit to the west leaves from the back of the room, Korg's ears hear the faint sound of whipping and the cry of pain off in the distance.
"Korg hear Elfys." The hill giant reports
"Really? Then there's no time to waist!" Finrod shouts climbing the ladder
"What are they doing?" Omar asks of Korg
"Whining like Elfys Korg has to keep saving." Korg replies, which brings forth a chuckle from Lothred.
Korg and Gronar climb the ladder and stand to help others up through the trap door, as Lothred prepares to climb, Luciann walks past the tiefling and every so obviously, bumps into Lothred on his way to the ladder.
"I swear the level of disrespect in this motley crew is astounding." Lothred says to a disinterested Paquito who is bringing up the rear.
"If you were a woman, I would still respect you in the morning. No?" The minotaur remarks
"Thankfully I am not." Lothred answers as Paquito pushes past him on the ladder, "Hey, I don't want to be bringing up the rear, that's your job."
"And it still is, for you see Sillaqui is wearing a dress. No?" Paquito answers with a devilish grin that comes too easy for man with demon in his veins.
Once the entire party is in the old armory room, Korg slams the trap door shut again and replaces the broken latch back to where it used to be on the door. Gronar peeks his head around the wooden corner and sees a wide gate that has been ripped apart from where the two halves used to meet each other. Beyond that the hallway turns to the west.
Lothred kicks through a few piles of brownish flaking weapons while the rest of the party lines up behind Gronar.
"Elfy coming?" Gronar shouts
Lothred acknowledges the hill giant with a wave of his hand, picking up a dagger and storing it away in his backpack, he then rejoins the line.
"What's that for?" Omar asks
"A rusty blade can give the most brutal of diseases when used properly." Lothred answers
"You're into poisons diseases? That's not really pragmatic is it?" Omar inquires
"Altruism is not a trait my kin share." Lothred replies
"Neither is perspicacity." The dwarf responds
Gronar heads through the broken gate and immediate gets a sense of dread washing over him. The giant turns a pale white in color and turns back to face Korg.
"Gronar think this bad idea." Gronar's breath heaves out
"You're not paid to think, so move on." Finrod shouts, annoyed that progress has been held up.
*snap*
The unmistakable crack of a whip, followed by a slight whimpering echoes through the hallway, sending a shudder down the spines of Finrod and Luciann, and a smile to Lothred's face.
"We must hurry." Finrod says, as Gronar blocks the hallway on the other side of the gate.
The party emerges from the ceiling of the bone room, into the floor of a troll toilet. Fighting off waves of nausea as the stench of the area assaults the olfactory senses of the party.
"I vote that before Korg opens another door, we have the party rogue check it out first." Lothred speaks up
"We don't have a rogue." Finrod answers
"Sure we do, him." Lothred replies pointing out Ratchet
"What is that supposed to mean?" Ratchet questions
"You're a gnome, aren't you all good with tinkering with things until they break?" Lothred remarks
"No, and as someone of unique origin, I would say you have an extremely narrow view of the world." Ratchet argues
"Hey, It's not my fault you guys line up to fill the role of stereotype for your race. I mean sometimes knowing your place in the world is a good thing." Lothred counters
Ratchet pauses for a moment before replying, "I shall look forward to the day that you find your place on the end of an enemy's blade."
"Well, there's no need to get rude." Lothred huffs and turns his back on the gnome.
The room has two exits one to the north and one to the east, Gronar and Korg choose the north exit and the rest of the party gets in line behind them. After turning a corner the party realizes that they are on the level they entered the tree at. Directly north of them is the ogre alarms and to the east is a large open chamber with a ladder ascending to the ceiling.
The party cautiously makes their way to the ladder, as they do the find that there is another opening in the floor about ten feet to the south of the ladder that contains a ladder leading down.
"Which way Elfy?" Gronar asks
"Up, we've been down and didn't find them. They have to be up." Finrod answers
The hill giants climb the ladder and force open a locked trap door at the top of the ceiling. The sound of metal hitting the floor and armor crashing, causes the party to still their movement. The two giants look at each other and each shrugs in a silent response.
"Korg know what to do." Korg says, and with that he grabs Finrod around the waist.
"Hey, hey what are doing? Put me down!" The struggling Finrod objects in vain
Korg then shoves the head of Finrod up through the trap door.
"Ayeee!" Finrod shouts as the party readies for battle
Korg quickly lowers Finrod back down the ladder, and gives the elf a short visual examination of wounds.
"Elfy not hurt! Why Elfy cry like that?" Korg demands
"Deja-vu." Finrod replies
"You guys are barbarians, or morons. I haven't narrowed it down enough yet." Lothred states
"No, Gronar is barbars, Korg is good touch giant." Gronar replies
"I second that. Korg is as gentle as a hasted grimlock with spiked gauntlets. No?" Paquito chimes in
"Thanks for joining the conversation Mr. Helper. Since you want to help so much, why do you get up there and scope out the room for us." Lothred sasses
"The Great Emancipator Paquito, does not do requests. Unless, you happen to be the female of the species. No?"
Korg shakes his head like a father watching his five year-old and three year-old children spat it out. The hill giant replaces Finrod on the ground and then pokes his own head up through the trap door. All manner of weaponry lie rusted and strewn about the floor of the room. A couple of sets of metal armor, nearly rusted out lie collapsed in a heap to the right of Korg. Two beams of sunlight shines against the opposite wall from two arrow slits halfway up the back wall. An exit to the west leaves from the back of the room, Korg's ears hear the faint sound of whipping and the cry of pain off in the distance.
"Korg hear Elfys." The hill giant reports
"Really? Then there's no time to waist!" Finrod shouts climbing the ladder
"What are they doing?" Omar asks of Korg
"Whining like Elfys Korg has to keep saving." Korg replies, which brings forth a chuckle from Lothred.
Korg and Gronar climb the ladder and stand to help others up through the trap door, as Lothred prepares to climb, Luciann walks past the tiefling and every so obviously, bumps into Lothred on his way to the ladder.
"I swear the level of disrespect in this motley crew is astounding." Lothred says to a disinterested Paquito who is bringing up the rear.
"If you were a woman, I would still respect you in the morning. No?" The minotaur remarks
"Thankfully I am not." Lothred answers as Paquito pushes past him on the ladder, "Hey, I don't want to be bringing up the rear, that's your job."
"And it still is, for you see Sillaqui is wearing a dress. No?" Paquito answers with a devilish grin that comes too easy for man with demon in his veins.
Once the entire party is in the old armory room, Korg slams the trap door shut again and replaces the broken latch back to where it used to be on the door. Gronar peeks his head around the wooden corner and sees a wide gate that has been ripped apart from where the two halves used to meet each other. Beyond that the hallway turns to the west.
Lothred kicks through a few piles of brownish flaking weapons while the rest of the party lines up behind Gronar.
"Elfy coming?" Gronar shouts
Lothred acknowledges the hill giant with a wave of his hand, picking up a dagger and storing it away in his backpack, he then rejoins the line.
"What's that for?" Omar asks
"A rusty blade can give the most brutal of diseases when used properly." Lothred answers
"You're into poisons diseases? That's not really pragmatic is it?" Omar inquires
"Altruism is not a trait my kin share." Lothred replies
"Neither is perspicacity." The dwarf responds
Gronar heads through the broken gate and immediate gets a sense of dread washing over him. The giant turns a pale white in color and turns back to face Korg.
"Gronar think this bad idea." Gronar's breath heaves out
"You're not paid to think, so move on." Finrod shouts, annoyed that progress has been held up.
*snap*
The unmistakable crack of a whip, followed by a slight whimpering echoes through the hallway, sending a shudder down the spines of Finrod and Luciann, and a smile to Lothred's face.
"We must hurry." Finrod says, as Gronar blocks the hallway on the other side of the gate.
Graywolf-ELM
Explorer
But you can't stop there....
GW
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