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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 2523062" data-attributes="member: 11574">What's for dinner chef?Well I'm back from an awesome GenCon, where I picked up the Beast Builder book from Expeditious Retreat Press.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f60e.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":cool:" title="Cool    :cool:"  data-smilie="6"data-shortname=":cool:" /> Another post or two (depending on how long the succubus takes to write out  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" /> ) and the story hour will be caught up with the summer long hiatus. So it's a good thing that the game will resume this Wednesday!  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> The party quickly dispatches the downed troll after Gronar gets some much needed healing."I think we should assess our assets and cut our losses before we lose any more of them. No?""What are you trying to say?" Finrod replies"Nothing that anyone here hasn't been thinking. No?""You're saying something." Finrod answers"Well, I see three possibilities, one the elves are dead, two the elves are dead, or three the elves are DEAD. No?""Well I, for one, do not live my life through assumptions and second guesses. There's one more room to clear out and then we can head below and prove you wrong.""There is some sick twisted depravity going on here, I don't know what is up with these trolls, but they're not right in the head. No?""How gross can next room be? Gronar ok to kill more stinky trolls.""Yes, Korg think can only get better now." The hill giant said with a smileThe party reforms their ranks outside the adjacent room's door. Gronar tries the handle and it turns for him, he thrusts open the door and it collides against the wall behind it.Two orc bodies lie upon stone tables attended to by two trolls. The left body is that of a male, his left arm is missing at the shoulder and the troll near him shoves a severed troll arm into the socket and begins to sew the arm in place. The right body is that of a female, her very pregnant womb has been cut open revealing a bowl shaped blood receptacle. The troll nearest her dangles a flank of troll meat inches above the red fluid, a bubbling effect slowly spreads out across the surface of the blood. "Yes, yes, time for breakfast." The troll says as a long snout erupts from the pool and snatches the meat out of the troll's handsThe party's presence goes unnoticed as Gronar quickly slips into the room and cuts his blade through the air and into the back of the right troll"Ow! What'd you do that for?" The troll screams as it turns to face it's attacker.The other troll also turns and takes in the full view of the party, "Oh look chef, one of the elves it trying to escape. They're so cute that way, always thinking they're morally superior.""True Twitch, but just like all the other elves, he couldn't do it by himself. He had to go get two big nasties to kill us for him. Such cowardice I've only ever seen in hill giant mothers as they throw their infant children at an approaching enemy, hoping they'll get their fill of baby meat and ignore the juicer cuts off of the grown-ups." The other troll respondsGronar flies into a blood rage and begins hacking wildly at the troll he just cut into, the troll however seems to be a step ahead of Gronar as most of Gronar's attacks slam into the wooden floor where the troll had been standing."Ooh, Me likes this one chef, he fights with adrenaline, with heart. Unlike the elves who only seem to be able to fight with their sphincters." Twitch comments"We'll see how well your sphincters work after my sword widens them up about four feet!" Finrod shouts"Hold dainty one, they are just trying to goad you into a fight. They must have a purpose to their rambling madness. No?""Obviously they have renounced their wicked ways and wish to be put to death immediately." Finrod replies"Ooh, close. Call me loony, but I believe it is you that they want put to death. No?" "Are we even on the same plane? Of course they want me dead, and you'll be next if they get through me." "Pointy you state the obvious to such a degree, that I can only ponder as to the depths of your gregariousness. No?""What language are you speaking? Get in there and help, or guard the hallway."Paquito mulls over his decision as Korg and Gronar fight to a stalemate with the trolls. Finrod enters alongside Korg and draws his blade."What Elfy waiting for? Korg's death?" "Are you saying you need my help?" Finrod answers"Isn't that what Korg just say?""You were right chef, the hill giants do throw their babies before a superior foe." The other trolls giggles at the appearance of Finrod to the fight, "Make sure you bite slowly, there's not very much meat on the babies."Finrod flicks his blade out at Twitch and cuts the troll on the inside of it's forearm."Oh the baby wants to play? Well, baby see how your pathetic wound closes and heals up before you can get in another swing? Useless stack of flesh on worthless bones." Twitch taunts Finrod Korg steps off to his left, turning his body ninety degrees to the troll, a move that confuses the troll until it sees the bright orange glow from a scorching ray leap from Paquito's hands and strike the troll in the face.Disorientated, the troll bends over as it wails in pain. Korg happily decapitates the creature ending his duel. Astonished at this turn of events, Chef centers his anger on ending Gronar's life. However outnumbered now four to one, the last troll soon falls."Gronar think we should leave now.""I can't, I need to know what happened to the elves. If any of them are suffering because of these trolls, I owe it to them to get them out of here.""Korg agree, Korg would not want friends to be here either." "What about those two or three? Should we not end their suffering as well? No?"Finrod and Gronar look over the two bodies, "I think they're already dead.""Gronar think they not live." "Well, let's hurry then. This place gives me the creeps. No?"The party exits the room and silence reigns over the former battleground, as a lone tear seeps from the eye of an elf that got left behind.</blockquote>

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