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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 2792532" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Elf, it's what's for dinner.</strong></p><p></p><p>The two giants and Paquito look over the tongue throne amid the painful wailings of Lothred. Omar has dragged Finrod down the dais and onto the vapor covered dirt floor. Luciann and Sillaqui move up and cover the entrance to the side room, where Dur has pointed out leads to the elves.</p><p></p><p>"Can someone shut him up? Everything in this place can hear us with his moaning over there." Luciann says of Lothred</p><p></p><p>No one acknowledges Luciann's plea, leaving the elf to shrug his shoulders and turn back to face the worn rope ladder that hung in the middle of the room he stood outside of. </p><p></p><p>Sillaqui taps Luciann on the shoulder, and motions to him that she'll be right back.</p><p></p><p>"What? You're leaving me here to guard this by myself?" Luciann exasperates</p><p></p><p>Omar helps Finrod to his feet, and looks his face over for any signs of damage.</p><p></p><p>"No obvious wounds, how do ya feel lad?" Omar asks</p><p></p><p>"Other than a little nauseated every time I think about having tongues all over my head, I feel better than new." Finrod replies</p><p></p><p>"Hrm, those things probably healed you like they were doing for the troll. Still better take it easy, there are some things on the planes that impregnate other races in strange ways. Slaad come to mind first, but you shouldn't let it worry you." Omar says, patting Finrod on the shoulder and then walking up to the large members of the party, so he can get a better look at the throne.</p><p></p><p>Finrod lets Omar's words sink in and then retches on the ground in front on him.</p><p></p><p>"Hmm, a little behind schedule. No?" Paquito says aloud to the giants, referring to Finrod's emptying of his stomach contents.</p><p></p><p>"Sorry, I pulled him out as quickly as I could." Omar says as he passes Paquito and bends down to examine an inert tongue. </p><p></p><p>Sillaqui reaches Lothred and bends down to examine the wounded man.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, fair one, perhaps you have some healing art with which to rid me of this accursed pain? I promise to gift you with a tunic of finest gnomeskin once I get my hands on that lit." Sillaqui puts a finger to Lothred's lips.</p><p></p><p>The woman bends down and hefts the teifling over her shoulder as if he weighed no more than a sack of feathers. The astonished Lothred hangs speechless as Sillaqui carries him next to Korg. The hill giant gives Sillaqui a weary look as she motions for Korg to step aside.</p><p></p><p>"Oh thank you for bringing me to a man as pious as the great Korg!" Lothred announces hoping to gain a healing spell that would erase all evidence of Ratchet's blow. </p><p></p><p>"Korg not feel Elfy help out in stinky naked troll fight. Korg not heal skinny elfy." </p><p></p><p>"But, I do." is all Lothred got out as Sillaqui unceremoniously dumps the injured Lothred into the back of the throne, adjusting his body so that his groin area lands amid a field of tongues.</p><p></p><p>An ear piercing scream erupts from Lothred's mouth, and is quickly cut short by the fist of Gronar. The unconscious Lothred slumps down into the chair as the tongues finish their work on one injury before completing the work on Lothred's face.</p><p></p><p>Lothred comes to, laying face down on the vaporous floor, his pants a sopping wet and his hair is matted with saliva from a dozen tongues. He silently adds Gronar and Sillaqui to the list of people he will flail once he achieves his plan of ruling a huge empire.</p><p></p><p>Gronar scopes up the awake Lothred and carries him through the adjacent room. The rest of the part ascends the rope ladder and emerge in a small alcove. With a single exit to the west.</p><p></p><p>"That way?" Finrod asks Dur</p><p></p><p>"Elves." Dur replies as he points at the exit. </p><p></p><p>The exit is a short hallway that immediately opens into a large room that has a slim path straight through it to an exit on the opposite side. Large cauldrons steep along each side of the room, their sides reach a full twelve feet in height. Strange smells fill the room and Dur begins to salivate as the aroma of blanched elf wafts through the party.</p><p></p><p>"Mmm, I haven't had this dish in a while. I didn't know your chefs were such connoisseurs." Lothred mentions to Dur</p><p></p><p>"Ugh, what is it?" Finrod asks</p><p></p><p>Lothred thinks it over for a second debating whether or not the elves need to know what is for dinner.</p><p></p><p>"It's your mother." Lothred answers</p><p></p><p>Finrod retches again, all over the backside of Korg. Luciann immediately eyes Dur and aims a spell loaded hand towards the troll.</p><p></p><p>Korg pushes Gronar out of the way as he races to the far end of the path at the other exit in the room. Cursing Finrod all the way.</p><p></p><p>Finrod collects himself and steadies his body against a stone cauldron, "All the elves were cooked? There's none left?" </p><p></p><p>Dur just shrugs his shoulders as he winds his way in-between two cauldrons to find hidden notches with which to climb the pots. The troll reaches the top and sticks his hand in the steeping fluid, withdrawing a chunk of unidentifiable meat and then jumping back down to the dirt floor.</p><p></p><p>The troll takes a good sized bite out of the meat, and chews it around in his mouth, "Elves" </p><p></p><p>Finrod slaps the meat from the trolls hand and draws his sun blade, "Creature, your death with be a painful one."</p><p></p><p>"Aw, I was going to tell the troll to save me a bite, now I'll have to get a piece myself." Lothred laments</p><p></p><p>Paquito shoves Finrod back into a cauldron, "Don't blame him for the failings of those that came before you. We found your elves, there's no one left, let us be gone of this place. No?" </p><p></p><p>"Hey! Korg see elfys, and lots of stinky trolls." Korg shouts from the far exit.</p><p></p><p>Finrod sprints up to the hill giant and peeks around the corner into the next room.</p><p></p><p>Twelve trolls sit upon the dirt floor all chant a prayer to Vaprak, while a large ogre stands upon a dais, the ogre armor is covered in dried blood and four chains are linked to his armor at the waist, at the end of each chain stands an emaciated elven child. Surrounding the dais are six strung up adult elves which drip blood into a collection trough the circumvents the dais. The elves twitch now and then but do not move otherwise.</p><p></p><p>Finrod raises his blade and takes a deep breath in preparation to charge into the room, but the massive hand of Korg drags the incensed elf back into the cauldron room.</p><p></p><p>"Let me pass, I shall avenge my brother and sisters this day!" Finrod cries.</p><p></p><p>"No, we need better plan." Korg states</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 2792532, member: 11574"] [b]Elf, it's what's for dinner.[/b] The two giants and Paquito look over the tongue throne amid the painful wailings of Lothred. Omar has dragged Finrod down the dais and onto the vapor covered dirt floor. Luciann and Sillaqui move up and cover the entrance to the side room, where Dur has pointed out leads to the elves. "Can someone shut him up? Everything in this place can hear us with his moaning over there." Luciann says of Lothred No one acknowledges Luciann's plea, leaving the elf to shrug his shoulders and turn back to face the worn rope ladder that hung in the middle of the room he stood outside of. Sillaqui taps Luciann on the shoulder, and motions to him that she'll be right back. "What? You're leaving me here to guard this by myself?" Luciann exasperates Omar helps Finrod to his feet, and looks his face over for any signs of damage. "No obvious wounds, how do ya feel lad?" Omar asks "Other than a little nauseated every time I think about having tongues all over my head, I feel better than new." Finrod replies "Hrm, those things probably healed you like they were doing for the troll. Still better take it easy, there are some things on the planes that impregnate other races in strange ways. Slaad come to mind first, but you shouldn't let it worry you." Omar says, patting Finrod on the shoulder and then walking up to the large members of the party, so he can get a better look at the throne. Finrod lets Omar's words sink in and then retches on the ground in front on him. "Hmm, a little behind schedule. No?" Paquito says aloud to the giants, referring to Finrod's emptying of his stomach contents. "Sorry, I pulled him out as quickly as I could." Omar says as he passes Paquito and bends down to examine an inert tongue. Sillaqui reaches Lothred and bends down to examine the wounded man. "Oh, fair one, perhaps you have some healing art with which to rid me of this accursed pain? I promise to gift you with a tunic of finest gnomeskin once I get my hands on that lit." Sillaqui puts a finger to Lothred's lips. The woman bends down and hefts the teifling over her shoulder as if he weighed no more than a sack of feathers. The astonished Lothred hangs speechless as Sillaqui carries him next to Korg. The hill giant gives Sillaqui a weary look as she motions for Korg to step aside. "Oh thank you for bringing me to a man as pious as the great Korg!" Lothred announces hoping to gain a healing spell that would erase all evidence of Ratchet's blow. "Korg not feel Elfy help out in stinky naked troll fight. Korg not heal skinny elfy." "But, I do." is all Lothred got out as Sillaqui unceremoniously dumps the injured Lothred into the back of the throne, adjusting his body so that his groin area lands amid a field of tongues. An ear piercing scream erupts from Lothred's mouth, and is quickly cut short by the fist of Gronar. The unconscious Lothred slumps down into the chair as the tongues finish their work on one injury before completing the work on Lothred's face. Lothred comes to, laying face down on the vaporous floor, his pants a sopping wet and his hair is matted with saliva from a dozen tongues. He silently adds Gronar and Sillaqui to the list of people he will flail once he achieves his plan of ruling a huge empire. Gronar scopes up the awake Lothred and carries him through the adjacent room. The rest of the part ascends the rope ladder and emerge in a small alcove. With a single exit to the west. "That way?" Finrod asks Dur "Elves." Dur replies as he points at the exit. The exit is a short hallway that immediately opens into a large room that has a slim path straight through it to an exit on the opposite side. Large cauldrons steep along each side of the room, their sides reach a full twelve feet in height. Strange smells fill the room and Dur begins to salivate as the aroma of blanched elf wafts through the party. "Mmm, I haven't had this dish in a while. I didn't know your chefs were such connoisseurs." Lothred mentions to Dur "Ugh, what is it?" Finrod asks Lothred thinks it over for a second debating whether or not the elves need to know what is for dinner. "It's your mother." Lothred answers Finrod retches again, all over the backside of Korg. Luciann immediately eyes Dur and aims a spell loaded hand towards the troll. Korg pushes Gronar out of the way as he races to the far end of the path at the other exit in the room. Cursing Finrod all the way. Finrod collects himself and steadies his body against a stone cauldron, "All the elves were cooked? There's none left?" Dur just shrugs his shoulders as he winds his way in-between two cauldrons to find hidden notches with which to climb the pots. The troll reaches the top and sticks his hand in the steeping fluid, withdrawing a chunk of unidentifiable meat and then jumping back down to the dirt floor. The troll takes a good sized bite out of the meat, and chews it around in his mouth, "Elves" Finrod slaps the meat from the trolls hand and draws his sun blade, "Creature, your death with be a painful one." "Aw, I was going to tell the troll to save me a bite, now I'll have to get a piece myself." Lothred laments Paquito shoves Finrod back into a cauldron, "Don't blame him for the failings of those that came before you. We found your elves, there's no one left, let us be gone of this place. No?" "Hey! Korg see elfys, and lots of stinky trolls." Korg shouts from the far exit. Finrod sprints up to the hill giant and peeks around the corner into the next room. Twelve trolls sit upon the dirt floor all chant a prayer to Vaprak, while a large ogre stands upon a dais, the ogre armor is covered in dried blood and four chains are linked to his armor at the waist, at the end of each chain stands an emaciated elven child. Surrounding the dais are six strung up adult elves which drip blood into a collection trough the circumvents the dais. The elves twitch now and then but do not move otherwise. Finrod raises his blade and takes a deep breath in preparation to charge into the room, but the massive hand of Korg drags the incensed elf back into the cauldron room. "Let me pass, I shall avenge my brother and sisters this day!" Finrod cries. "No, we need better plan." Korg states [/QUOTE]
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