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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3284138" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Farewell and Hello</strong></p><p></p><p>“The trees have told me that the elves are surrounding the maze.” The maze mage reports</p><p></p><p>“It won’t be long now, best to get the tribe below in the lich’s lab. No?” </p><p></p><p>“I have already begun those preparations; however your giants refuse to help.” Corridorian counters</p><p></p><p><em>*sigh*</em> “I’ll go talk to them make sure the entrance is collapsed before midnight. No?” </p><p></p><p>The maze mage nods and heads off to round up the remaining minotrices. Paquito enters the entrance foyer and encounters Korg and Gronar, their belongings stacked against the far wall. </p><p></p><p>“What’s this? You are leaving me for the elves. No?” </p><p></p><p>“No, Korg go heal scar with Umtala. Korg not needed here no more, no one left to preach to.” The hill giant explains</p><p></p><p>“What makes you think that, I still need you, the tribe still needs you. No?”</p><p></p><p>“This not Korg tribe, Pokey will be fine. Little man not be fine.” Korg replies</p><p></p><p>“Little man? What does that mean, and why are you leaving now before an impending assault from the elves? You are afraid perhaps? No?”</p><p></p><p>“Korg only fear loss of Umtala, Korg must go find center of Korg and fix hole. Korg will miss Pokey.” A single tear drains down Korg’s cheek as the cleric and his hill giant protector collect their things and head up the stairs and into the early evening dusk light.</p><p></p><p>Paquito nearly topples over, the two best fighters he knew were gone and the two people he was counting on not letting a single elf into the maze. He heard the hissing of the lizardman behind him, tempting him with power. Taunting him with the loss of two hill giants, the promise of an offensive onslaught. The lizardman could easily sneak out and wipe out all the surrounding elves before dawn. All that would serve was to delay the inevitable for a few hours.</p><p></p><p>Paquito drew in a deep breath and eased out his last bit of hope, he turned and motioned for the lizardman to approach.</p><p></p><p>“The minotrices have been moved, I will summon some thoqqua to bring down the entrance to the maze.” The maze mage paused as if to question something, then thought better and left Paquito to ponder failure his own way. She crossed the floor, aiming for the opposite exit but stopped and turned back, “Are you sure you got all of Taurranous’ stain out?”</p><p></p><p>“You imply that I have not. No?”</p><p></p><p>“Simply that I feel uncomfortable down there, like sitting below a dam and watching as it cracks before you, knowing that you’re about to drown.” The maze magic replied</p><p></p><p>“Now you tell me? The giants have left, the flaky sorcerer ran off and now you tell me Taurranous is still alive. I feel happy about this truly. No?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not implying he’s alive, only that maybe you missed something.” The maze mage counters</p><p></p><p>“I have the eyes of a hawk, if I missed anything it’s because it was buried beneath miles of solid rock. No?” Paquito answers</p><p></p><p>“Maybe you should look again.” The maze mage says as she finishes her exit out of the room</p><p></p><p>Paqutio mulls over the request, collapse the entrance and hide, look again down below and hope to find whatever Corridorian felt soon enough to placate the elves, or stand and fight now and forever more.</p><p></p><p>A rapping on the door brought the half-dragon out of he meditative trance, “yes?” came the reply</p><p></p><p>“I’m heading back down below the maze again, I could use your help. No?”</p><p></p><p>A few moments later a battle-dressed Sillaqui opens the door, “It’s about time you brought me along, and singing to the walls was getting very annoying.”</p><p></p><p>“If it was irritating you, you should have let me know, I know how to scratch an itch. No?” </p><p></p><p>Paquito gathers Ratchet, Omar, Luciann, Finrod and Gorfine as well, “Well, at least we’ll have lots of magic and monster fodder.” Paquito says implying Finrod was the fodder</p><p></p><p>“What does that mean? And where are Korg and Gronar? You’re leading us to our deaths aren’t you?” Finrod exclaims</p><p></p><p>“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing, we can’t fight the elves, so we’re going to go fight Taurranous again without the giants because I think we have a better shot at that.” Paquito pauses and then finishes, “Idiot. No?”</p><p></p><p>“Either way it’s fine with me as long as you die in the process.” Gorfine adds</p><p></p><p>“Not to worry.” Sillaqui states holding back Paquito, “after spending so much time with minotaurs recently, I am certain I could sterilize him with a lightening bolt.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s enough foreplay. No?” </p><p></p><p>“Sick.” Ratchet comments</p><p></p><p>The part heads out and retraces their steps after Taurranous was defeated, they come across a “T” in the corridor and take the path they neglected the first time. Traveling for over a mile in a passageway that transforms from rough stone into smooth worked stone, Paquito feels confident that he did miss something and that it would be found at the end of the passage. </p><p></p><p>Reaching the end of the passage, the side walls and ceiling disappear, the floor continues for another twenty feet before it starts to drop at a steep sixty degree angle.</p><p></p><p>“Wow.” Omar says wow, wow, wow his voice echoes across a cavern whose dimensions are unseen even in darkvision</p><p></p><p>The party cautiously descends the ramp, as Sillaqui begins to sing an ancient elven song of courage.</p><p></p><p>“This is where I’d ambush us, there’s no way to go and if we leap off the edge we can’t tell if there’s even a floor below.” Gorfine suggests</p><p></p><p>The party reaches the bottom of the ramp and step out onto a sandy type of black dirt. A faint buzzing sound can be heard to either side of them.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t like this, maybe we should go back?” Finrod complains</p><p></p><p>“Look up ahead.” Omar points out a large seated figure in the darkness, even his underdark sight fails to bring out any details in the figure’s form.</p><p></p><p>The party readies for battle, unsheathing weapons and beginning defensive incantations. As they do so the buzzing sound gets louder and closer.</p><p></p><p>“What is that?” Ratchet asks</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like wasps.” Sillaqui answers</p><p></p><p>“Pfft, down here? What would they eat?” Gorfine asks</p><p></p><p>At the edge of his sight, Omar spies a darkening cloud race towards him at hurricane speed, the buzzing crescendos into body vibrating hum. </p><p></p><p>“Incoming!” Omar shouts as he readies a spell, “Scorching ray!” Omar shouts to no effect. “Scorching ray!” the dwarf shouts with more urgency this time, again his god fails to answer</p><p></p><p>Paquito remembered back to what Korg said as he left, that <em>“The little man wouldn’t be okay.”</em> Paquito starts forward to grab the dwarf, “Omar retreat!” unfortunately Paquito’s voice is drowned out by the drone of hundreds of wasps.</p><p></p><p>“AAAAIIEEEE!!!!” Omar screams as the wasps land all over him and envelope the dwarf in a thick cloud of undulating stingers. Omar claws at his throat as the wasps force their way into the cleric’s mouth and down his throat. They march their way through his ear canal and up his sinuses. Even entering his armor and assaulting other less inviting openings. The entire attack lasted less than twelve seconds.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly there was no sound, no more buzzing. Omar’s form stood motionless facing the sitting creature, which hadn’t moved, more concernedly there were no wasps to be found.</p><p></p><p>“Omar?” Finrod asks</p><p></p><p>The dwarf’s head rose, and the buzzing started again.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3284138, member: 11574"] [b]Farewell and Hello[/b] “The trees have told me that the elves are surrounding the maze.” The maze mage reports “It won’t be long now, best to get the tribe below in the lich’s lab. No?” “I have already begun those preparations; however your giants refuse to help.” Corridorian counters [I]*sigh*[/I] “I’ll go talk to them make sure the entrance is collapsed before midnight. No?” The maze mage nods and heads off to round up the remaining minotrices. Paquito enters the entrance foyer and encounters Korg and Gronar, their belongings stacked against the far wall. “What’s this? You are leaving me for the elves. No?” “No, Korg go heal scar with Umtala. Korg not needed here no more, no one left to preach to.” The hill giant explains “What makes you think that, I still need you, the tribe still needs you. No?” “This not Korg tribe, Pokey will be fine. Little man not be fine.” Korg replies “Little man? What does that mean, and why are you leaving now before an impending assault from the elves? You are afraid perhaps? No?” “Korg only fear loss of Umtala, Korg must go find center of Korg and fix hole. Korg will miss Pokey.” A single tear drains down Korg’s cheek as the cleric and his hill giant protector collect their things and head up the stairs and into the early evening dusk light. Paquito nearly topples over, the two best fighters he knew were gone and the two people he was counting on not letting a single elf into the maze. He heard the hissing of the lizardman behind him, tempting him with power. Taunting him with the loss of two hill giants, the promise of an offensive onslaught. The lizardman could easily sneak out and wipe out all the surrounding elves before dawn. All that would serve was to delay the inevitable for a few hours. Paquito drew in a deep breath and eased out his last bit of hope, he turned and motioned for the lizardman to approach. “The minotrices have been moved, I will summon some thoqqua to bring down the entrance to the maze.” The maze mage paused as if to question something, then thought better and left Paquito to ponder failure his own way. She crossed the floor, aiming for the opposite exit but stopped and turned back, “Are you sure you got all of Taurranous’ stain out?” “You imply that I have not. No?” “Simply that I feel uncomfortable down there, like sitting below a dam and watching as it cracks before you, knowing that you’re about to drown.” The maze magic replied “Now you tell me? The giants have left, the flaky sorcerer ran off and now you tell me Taurranous is still alive. I feel happy about this truly. No?” “I’m not implying he’s alive, only that maybe you missed something.” The maze mage counters “I have the eyes of a hawk, if I missed anything it’s because it was buried beneath miles of solid rock. No?” Paquito answers “Maybe you should look again.” The maze mage says as she finishes her exit out of the room Paqutio mulls over the request, collapse the entrance and hide, look again down below and hope to find whatever Corridorian felt soon enough to placate the elves, or stand and fight now and forever more. A rapping on the door brought the half-dragon out of he meditative trance, “yes?” came the reply “I’m heading back down below the maze again, I could use your help. No?” A few moments later a battle-dressed Sillaqui opens the door, “It’s about time you brought me along, and singing to the walls was getting very annoying.” “If it was irritating you, you should have let me know, I know how to scratch an itch. No?” Paquito gathers Ratchet, Omar, Luciann, Finrod and Gorfine as well, “Well, at least we’ll have lots of magic and monster fodder.” Paquito says implying Finrod was the fodder “What does that mean? And where are Korg and Gronar? You’re leading us to our deaths aren’t you?” Finrod exclaims “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing, we can’t fight the elves, so we’re going to go fight Taurranous again without the giants because I think we have a better shot at that.” Paquito pauses and then finishes, “Idiot. No?” “Either way it’s fine with me as long as you die in the process.” Gorfine adds “Not to worry.” Sillaqui states holding back Paquito, “after spending so much time with minotaurs recently, I am certain I could sterilize him with a lightening bolt.” “That’s enough foreplay. No?” “Sick.” Ratchet comments The part heads out and retraces their steps after Taurranous was defeated, they come across a “T” in the corridor and take the path they neglected the first time. Traveling for over a mile in a passageway that transforms from rough stone into smooth worked stone, Paquito feels confident that he did miss something and that it would be found at the end of the passage. Reaching the end of the passage, the side walls and ceiling disappear, the floor continues for another twenty feet before it starts to drop at a steep sixty degree angle. “Wow.” Omar says wow, wow, wow his voice echoes across a cavern whose dimensions are unseen even in darkvision The party cautiously descends the ramp, as Sillaqui begins to sing an ancient elven song of courage. “This is where I’d ambush us, there’s no way to go and if we leap off the edge we can’t tell if there’s even a floor below.” Gorfine suggests The party reaches the bottom of the ramp and step out onto a sandy type of black dirt. A faint buzzing sound can be heard to either side of them. “I don’t like this, maybe we should go back?” Finrod complains “Look up ahead.” Omar points out a large seated figure in the darkness, even his underdark sight fails to bring out any details in the figure’s form. The party readies for battle, unsheathing weapons and beginning defensive incantations. As they do so the buzzing sound gets louder and closer. “What is that?” Ratchet asks “Sounds like wasps.” Sillaqui answers “Pfft, down here? What would they eat?” Gorfine asks At the edge of his sight, Omar spies a darkening cloud race towards him at hurricane speed, the buzzing crescendos into body vibrating hum. “Incoming!” Omar shouts as he readies a spell, “Scorching ray!” Omar shouts to no effect. “Scorching ray!” the dwarf shouts with more urgency this time, again his god fails to answer Paquito remembered back to what Korg said as he left, that [I]“The little man wouldn’t be okay.”[/I] Paquito starts forward to grab the dwarf, “Omar retreat!” unfortunately Paquito’s voice is drowned out by the drone of hundreds of wasps. “AAAAIIEEEE!!!!” Omar screams as the wasps land all over him and envelope the dwarf in a thick cloud of undulating stingers. Omar claws at his throat as the wasps force their way into the cleric’s mouth and down his throat. They march their way through his ear canal and up his sinuses. Even entering his armor and assaulting other less inviting openings. The entire attack lasted less than twelve seconds. Suddenly there was no sound, no more buzzing. Omar’s form stood motionless facing the sitting creature, which hadn’t moved, more concernedly there were no wasps to be found. “Omar?” Finrod asks The dwarf’s head rose, and the buzzing started again. [/QUOTE]
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