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<blockquote data-quote="The Watcher" data-source="post: 6006161" data-attributes="member: 6688472"><p><strong>Kneel Mindslave!: Volume .5</strong></p><p></p><p>Thanks for the responses, its very encouraging to know that people are enjoying what I'm writing. I added some character descriptions at the top of the thread that should help identify the characters.</p><p></p><p>I also have a little story I wrote about our first session back when we started that kind of shows how everyone met each other. It's a little rough but I think its an entertaining read. Hope you enjoy!</p><p>_________________________________________________________________</p><p></p><p>The tavern sat slumped between two buildings, wooden sign swinging tiredly in the smog of the city of gems. A painting of a gnome half submerged in a tankard his own size hung fading, chipped letters proclaiming it "The Thirsty Gnome".</p><p></p><p>Mr. Worlds stood across the street, staring at the sign with obvious hatred. Mr. Chronicle looked on with a blank face, detached and unreadable. Worlds glanced at his companion, who was drawing stares from commoners as they walked by. His physical appearance was regal, Chronicle's sun elf heritage as obvious as his long hair of beaten gold. Mr. Worlds remembered having hair before it all had fallen out as a child, yellow too, but hair of straw. There certainly wasn't any gold in his village. His mind didn't wander long though. It never did. </p><p></p><p>"There is no mistake, this is where we were referred. A man named Marcus apparently works out of this... establishment," Chronicle said in a melodious voice, confirming Worlds's fears. With unearthly grace Chronicle walked through the heavy traffic, and Worlds lingering for a moment before following.</p><p></p><p>"Gnomes. Why does it have to be gnomes?"</p><p></p><p>Crowded and grimy, the one room was filled to capacity, complete with a half-orc standing menacingly near the gambling tables. Gnomes squeezing through holes in the crowd, their shrill voices adding a layer of unbearable to an already uncomfortable setting. Behind the bar was an ancient gnome, the many posters adorning the walls heralding his exploits as renowned boxer "Freddie Fast Fingers", justifying his crooked nose and drooping eye.</p><p></p><p>"Remain calm. I believe I see our new employer in the corner."</p><p></p><p>Worlds clutched his staff until his knuckles whitened. Only thoughts of watching the entire building burn kept him sane as gnomes scurried to and fro under him.</p><p></p><p>Making their way to the rear of the bar the duo stood at the back corner booth, almost entirely occupied by a single man, face glistening with sweat as he poured over a mountain of papers. Sitting in chairs around the outside of the table were three other individuals. One dressed in dark leather armor, twirling a worn copper between his gloved fingers as he looked longingly at the gambling tables. The second sat upright at attention, revealing his military background. The third had light colored robes covering ornate armor with faded engravings the sun adorning it. All four looked up as Chronicle looked down on them, literally and figuratively.</p><p></p><p>"Ah! You're here, all here... excellent, excellent. Yes, this is... perfect." Shuffling through the pile of papers, Marcus pulled up bundles of parchment and laid them on the top of the pile.</p><p></p><p>"Please gentlemen, take a seat. We have much to discuss! I am glad you have all come to hear this exciting opportunity."</p><p></p><p>The copper stopped twirling in Wren's hand long enough for him to flick his gaze at Marcus. "Looks like we could all use an 'exciting opportunity'. You especially my friend".</p><p></p><p>Marcus gave a small nod before unrolling a large map. "I will be the first to admit that certain business ventures have gone awry in the past, due to the war of course, but this is ideally suited for all of our needs. If you look at the area outlined on this map it is the surrounding landscape of an iron mine, one that lies just a few days travel to the north of 'Zula. I own the mine, and in the last few months kobolds have taken residence, driving out the workers I hired and using it as... some sort of nesting ground," Marcus shuddered.</p><p></p><p>"Kobolds? They're hardly the fiercest of opponents. They squabble amongst themselves and are barely organized enough to mount an effective defense. Why have you waited months to oust them?" Red spoke up, studying the map intently.</p><p></p><p>"Oh I have hired men to do just that, two parties not unlike yourselves. They have... yet to return. It is my understanding... that these kobolds aren't alone, and that hobgoblins control the lower portion of the mine, using the kobolds as labor and fodder for their own... adept defenses."</p><p></p><p>Cleric chuckled under his hood "So what you mean is Hobgoblins have taken over and fortified your mine, and you want the five of us to somehow roust them? That is sand of a different color my large friend."</p><p></p><p>Red threw a sharp gaze at Marcus. "Very different. Sending small parties of men to their front door... its no wonder you haven't heard from them."</p><p></p><p>Chronicle coughed lightly, "I assume there is another way into the mine? Certainly you see the folly in re-enacting your previous failures."</p><p></p><p>Marcus looked flustered for a moment before saying "There is another way into the mine... though it is more exotic. The price I have agreed to pay each of you should reflect this new obstacle." Sweat seemed to be pouring freely down his face now, the sheen turning into a waterfall.</p><p></p><p>"What is the promised price? And where is this new entrance?" Worlds said, cutting through Marcus's mumbling.</p><p></p><p>"The promised price is 400 gold pieces to each of you upon your return, along with anything of value the Hobgoblins possess. Nothing is to taken from the mine however which remains, to this day, in my possession. Secondly, the entrance to the...umm...mine... is here, to the northwest, in the Snakewoods. It should lead you to the bottom of the mine by my estimation," he finished quickly.</p><p></p><p>Red studied the map more intently. "That can't be right. This is miles away from the main entrance to the north..."</p><p></p><p>Wren chuckled "Let alone where the entrance is. I know a guy who is friends with this bloke who told him that the plains between here and the Snakewood is serious giant stomping ground if you catch my drift. And the Snakewood is full of Wood elves who love their trees a lot more than outsiders."</p><p></p><p>Marcus collected himself. "I said the price reflected the additional travel...underground. As far as the elves go, there is a reason I have gone through the trouble of finding someone of elven blood..."</p><p></p><p>"No." Chronicle cut him off. "They are wood elves, I am a sun elf. There is no guarantee they will allow us passage due to my presence, and no reason why they would. Regardless, I am tempted to accept your offer for reasons of my own."</p><p></p><p>Marcus looked encouraged by Mr. Chronicle's acceptance of his proposal. "Yes, as I said this is a good opportunity for all involved."</p><p></p><p>Worlds studied the men surrounding the table as they continued to question the specifics of their contracts. He knew why Chronicle had accepted, simply put they needed the gold. Having come to the city of gems to find a renowned alchemist rumored to have created an elixir to increase the arcane potency of spells, they seem to have arrived twenty years too late. As with most of Chronicle's information, he appeared to forget about the comparatively quick pace of human life, something that Worlds never forgot. Next to his comparatively timeless companion, Worlds was a bright flame burning out quick. Realizing his mind might wander more then he realized, his attention returned to the task at hand.</p><p></p><p>Marcus mopped his brow, head bobbing up and down. "Very well, a fourth of the payment up front, but only because of the increase in distance that needs to be travelled! The rest will be gotten upon your return with proof the hobgoblins and kobolds have been dealt with."</p><p></p><p>Everyone nodded their agreement and signed their contracts. Marcus gathered them up and carefully set them to the side, wishing them a hasty and safe return.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Two weeks later...</p><p></p><p></p><p>The sea of swaying grass stretched to the horizon which was only broken by a single figure standing tall. He had been steadily growing larger as he marched towards them for the better part of an hour when he had first been spotted.</p><p></p><p>"Hill giant. No mistaking them. And not a surprise considering where we are." Red said, his head just raised above the foliage.</p><p></p><p>"Well I'm not going to say we couldn't kill him, but it seems if we just lay low there is no reason for him not to stroll on by and we each go on our merry ways," Wren said, nervously twirling his kusarigama.</p><p></p><p>"There is no reason to endanger ourselves. Staying out of sight seems our best course of action." Worlds added, watching the giant trudge ever closer.</p><p></p><p>Weapons out and ready, the party took cover and waited. The ground started to shake with heavy footfalls, and Worlds glanced over at Chronicle, who gave a slight nod before standing up in plain view. The giant stopped and looked directly at the elf with his glaive pointed at his throat. The giant grinned, teeth the size of tombstones, and raised it's tree trunk of a club, the mere fact it could heft such a weapon an impressive show of strength.</p><p></p><p>As the club reached its apex above his head, Worlds eyes and tattoos started to spill forth with the light of excess energy. The giant suddenly staggered back, clutching its head with a hand and roaring in pain. It wasn't enough though, and the giant swept the club down at Chronicle, who was already backing out of range.</p><p></p><p>An explosion from the back of the giant as Red fired his rifle, the small wound drawing a stream of blood down it's hip. A shout to Amaunator, and Cleric burst from the brush, trying to charge in close while the giant was busy with Chronicle. Before he could close the distance the giant swung his club back, and even with his shield raised to take the blow, twisted his arm with a sickening crunch, throwing him on his back.</p><p></p><p>The giant reeled as Wren leapt up from behind, his blades carving lines of bright red, and staggered as Worlds continued to assault his mind.</p><p></p><p>A final shot from Red and the giant came crashing to his knees, howls becoming whimpers as Chronicle calmly walked up and beheaded their opponent with a sweep of his pole arm.</p><p></p><p>"Warning... of your plan would have been... a courtesy," gasped cleric as his bones mended with a prayer to At'ar.</p><p></p><p>"I saw we had the advantage, and acted accordingly. Besides he had something we needed."</p><p></p><p>Wren paused from wiping his blades on the giant's rags. "What? A giant head? You gonna lug that all the way across the plains?"</p><p></p><p>Chronicle didn't dignify the question with a response, just cleaned his own blade and grabbed the hair of the giant's head, hoisting it over his back as they walked. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Two days later...</p><p></p><p></p><p>"I told you, there is no way to sneak through elven woods." Red said, hands held up in surrender.</p><p></p><p>"Well if you all had let me go alone then maybe there would be." Wren said from his knees. Surrounding the companions were ten wood elves with arrows nocked, and almost certainly there were more hidden all around them, unable to be seen with human eyes.</p><p></p><p>Worlds stared at the ground. He knew better then to reach out and try to sense the presence of their woodland assailants, it would surely mean his death at the least; the wood elves of the Snakewood knew better then to trust most humans.</p><p></p><p>Chronicle began speaking in Slyvan, choosing his words carefully. Two elves stared at him for a moment saying nothing, then watched as Chronicle dropped the giant's head on the ground. A whispered conversation later, and Chronicle turned to the rest of the party.</p><p></p><p>"They wish to question us further about our motives. Do not make any sudden movements or convey your love of red meat."</p><p></p><p>A day later...</p><p></p><p>"So we need to go to a sodding giant spider nest so they can make us enough provisions to survive the underdark? Wow, there was a sentence I didn't think I would ever say..." Wren complained, fingers never staying still. "How were we supposed to know it would take this long to bloody get here?"</p><p></p><p>"While I am able to survive without... elementary forms of sustenance, it seems the rest of you are incapable of doing so." Worlds replied, watching the elves move through the trees above them.</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, you mentioned that. Great help you are, at least the cleric can make water."</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps you should learn to live without it. I do."</p><p></p><p>"...Well... you're bald." Wren pouted, kicking a rock and sending it tumbling down a mossy bank.</p><p></p><p></p><p>A few hours later...</p><p></p><p></p><p>"THE SPIDERS! THE SPIDERS!" the Cleric shrieked as hundreds of young spilled from the open wound on their dead mother, covering him as he struggled to break free from the web.</p><p></p><p>"More on the way!" Wren yelled as he swept a blade at the spider's leg, yanking the chain back to sever the limb and sending the spider crashing off to the side.</p><p></p><p>"WHY DID YOU ATTACK THE MAIN TUNNEL??" Red roared even louder then his firearm, the flash and sting of the bullet driving a spider back.</p><p></p><p>"I saw we had the advantage and acted accordin-"</p><p></p><p>"DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT EXCUSE AGAIN!"</p><p></p><p>A swarm of smaller spiders rushed Worlds, who raised his hand and sent a wave of razor sharp crystal shards to meet them, grinding them to gore in a moment. Chronicle used the reach the glaive afforded him to keep the larger spiders at bay while Red fired shot after shot down the tunnel.</p><p></p><p>"Time to go!" Wren called as the spiders fell back to regroup, hoisting Bahn up and retreating from the enclosed space.</p><p></p><p>"The spiders... the spiders... why?" Bahn groaned, dozens of small wounds covering his body.</p><p></p><p>"Maybe you should have prayed harder to your God." Worlds replied with a hint of a smile as they fled through the woods, spiders skittering just a few steps behind.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The Watcher, post: 6006161, member: 6688472"] [b]Kneel Mindslave!: Volume .5[/b] Thanks for the responses, its very encouraging to know that people are enjoying what I'm writing. I added some character descriptions at the top of the thread that should help identify the characters. I also have a little story I wrote about our first session back when we started that kind of shows how everyone met each other. It's a little rough but I think its an entertaining read. Hope you enjoy! _________________________________________________________________ The tavern sat slumped between two buildings, wooden sign swinging tiredly in the smog of the city of gems. A painting of a gnome half submerged in a tankard his own size hung fading, chipped letters proclaiming it "The Thirsty Gnome". Mr. Worlds stood across the street, staring at the sign with obvious hatred. Mr. Chronicle looked on with a blank face, detached and unreadable. Worlds glanced at his companion, who was drawing stares from commoners as they walked by. His physical appearance was regal, Chronicle's sun elf heritage as obvious as his long hair of beaten gold. Mr. Worlds remembered having hair before it all had fallen out as a child, yellow too, but hair of straw. There certainly wasn't any gold in his village. His mind didn't wander long though. It never did. "There is no mistake, this is where we were referred. A man named Marcus apparently works out of this... establishment," Chronicle said in a melodious voice, confirming Worlds's fears. With unearthly grace Chronicle walked through the heavy traffic, and Worlds lingering for a moment before following. "Gnomes. Why does it have to be gnomes?" Crowded and grimy, the one room was filled to capacity, complete with a half-orc standing menacingly near the gambling tables. Gnomes squeezing through holes in the crowd, their shrill voices adding a layer of unbearable to an already uncomfortable setting. Behind the bar was an ancient gnome, the many posters adorning the walls heralding his exploits as renowned boxer "Freddie Fast Fingers", justifying his crooked nose and drooping eye. "Remain calm. I believe I see our new employer in the corner." Worlds clutched his staff until his knuckles whitened. Only thoughts of watching the entire building burn kept him sane as gnomes scurried to and fro under him. Making their way to the rear of the bar the duo stood at the back corner booth, almost entirely occupied by a single man, face glistening with sweat as he poured over a mountain of papers. Sitting in chairs around the outside of the table were three other individuals. One dressed in dark leather armor, twirling a worn copper between his gloved fingers as he looked longingly at the gambling tables. The second sat upright at attention, revealing his military background. The third had light colored robes covering ornate armor with faded engravings the sun adorning it. All four looked up as Chronicle looked down on them, literally and figuratively. "Ah! You're here, all here... excellent, excellent. Yes, this is... perfect." Shuffling through the pile of papers, Marcus pulled up bundles of parchment and laid them on the top of the pile. "Please gentlemen, take a seat. We have much to discuss! I am glad you have all come to hear this exciting opportunity." The copper stopped twirling in Wren's hand long enough for him to flick his gaze at Marcus. "Looks like we could all use an 'exciting opportunity'. You especially my friend". Marcus gave a small nod before unrolling a large map. "I will be the first to admit that certain business ventures have gone awry in the past, due to the war of course, but this is ideally suited for all of our needs. If you look at the area outlined on this map it is the surrounding landscape of an iron mine, one that lies just a few days travel to the north of 'Zula. I own the mine, and in the last few months kobolds have taken residence, driving out the workers I hired and using it as... some sort of nesting ground," Marcus shuddered. "Kobolds? They're hardly the fiercest of opponents. They squabble amongst themselves and are barely organized enough to mount an effective defense. Why have you waited months to oust them?" Red spoke up, studying the map intently. "Oh I have hired men to do just that, two parties not unlike yourselves. They have... yet to return. It is my understanding... that these kobolds aren't alone, and that hobgoblins control the lower portion of the mine, using the kobolds as labor and fodder for their own... adept defenses." Cleric chuckled under his hood "So what you mean is Hobgoblins have taken over and fortified your mine, and you want the five of us to somehow roust them? That is sand of a different color my large friend." Red threw a sharp gaze at Marcus. "Very different. Sending small parties of men to their front door... its no wonder you haven't heard from them." Chronicle coughed lightly, "I assume there is another way into the mine? Certainly you see the folly in re-enacting your previous failures." Marcus looked flustered for a moment before saying "There is another way into the mine... though it is more exotic. The price I have agreed to pay each of you should reflect this new obstacle." Sweat seemed to be pouring freely down his face now, the sheen turning into a waterfall. "What is the promised price? And where is this new entrance?" Worlds said, cutting through Marcus's mumbling. "The promised price is 400 gold pieces to each of you upon your return, along with anything of value the Hobgoblins possess. Nothing is to taken from the mine however which remains, to this day, in my possession. Secondly, the entrance to the...umm...mine... is here, to the northwest, in the Snakewoods. It should lead you to the bottom of the mine by my estimation," he finished quickly. Red studied the map more intently. "That can't be right. This is miles away from the main entrance to the north..." Wren chuckled "Let alone where the entrance is. I know a guy who is friends with this bloke who told him that the plains between here and the Snakewood is serious giant stomping ground if you catch my drift. And the Snakewood is full of Wood elves who love their trees a lot more than outsiders." Marcus collected himself. "I said the price reflected the additional travel...underground. As far as the elves go, there is a reason I have gone through the trouble of finding someone of elven blood..." "No." Chronicle cut him off. "They are wood elves, I am a sun elf. There is no guarantee they will allow us passage due to my presence, and no reason why they would. Regardless, I am tempted to accept your offer for reasons of my own." Marcus looked encouraged by Mr. Chronicle's acceptance of his proposal. "Yes, as I said this is a good opportunity for all involved." Worlds studied the men surrounding the table as they continued to question the specifics of their contracts. He knew why Chronicle had accepted, simply put they needed the gold. Having come to the city of gems to find a renowned alchemist rumored to have created an elixir to increase the arcane potency of spells, they seem to have arrived twenty years too late. As with most of Chronicle's information, he appeared to forget about the comparatively quick pace of human life, something that Worlds never forgot. Next to his comparatively timeless companion, Worlds was a bright flame burning out quick. Realizing his mind might wander more then he realized, his attention returned to the task at hand. Marcus mopped his brow, head bobbing up and down. "Very well, a fourth of the payment up front, but only because of the increase in distance that needs to be travelled! The rest will be gotten upon your return with proof the hobgoblins and kobolds have been dealt with." Everyone nodded their agreement and signed their contracts. Marcus gathered them up and carefully set them to the side, wishing them a hasty and safe return. Two weeks later... The sea of swaying grass stretched to the horizon which was only broken by a single figure standing tall. He had been steadily growing larger as he marched towards them for the better part of an hour when he had first been spotted. "Hill giant. No mistaking them. And not a surprise considering where we are." Red said, his head just raised above the foliage. "Well I'm not going to say we couldn't kill him, but it seems if we just lay low there is no reason for him not to stroll on by and we each go on our merry ways," Wren said, nervously twirling his kusarigama. "There is no reason to endanger ourselves. Staying out of sight seems our best course of action." Worlds added, watching the giant trudge ever closer. Weapons out and ready, the party took cover and waited. The ground started to shake with heavy footfalls, and Worlds glanced over at Chronicle, who gave a slight nod before standing up in plain view. The giant stopped and looked directly at the elf with his glaive pointed at his throat. The giant grinned, teeth the size of tombstones, and raised it's tree trunk of a club, the mere fact it could heft such a weapon an impressive show of strength. As the club reached its apex above his head, Worlds eyes and tattoos started to spill forth with the light of excess energy. The giant suddenly staggered back, clutching its head with a hand and roaring in pain. It wasn't enough though, and the giant swept the club down at Chronicle, who was already backing out of range. An explosion from the back of the giant as Red fired his rifle, the small wound drawing a stream of blood down it's hip. A shout to Amaunator, and Cleric burst from the brush, trying to charge in close while the giant was busy with Chronicle. Before he could close the distance the giant swung his club back, and even with his shield raised to take the blow, twisted his arm with a sickening crunch, throwing him on his back. The giant reeled as Wren leapt up from behind, his blades carving lines of bright red, and staggered as Worlds continued to assault his mind. A final shot from Red and the giant came crashing to his knees, howls becoming whimpers as Chronicle calmly walked up and beheaded their opponent with a sweep of his pole arm. "Warning... of your plan would have been... a courtesy," gasped cleric as his bones mended with a prayer to At'ar. "I saw we had the advantage, and acted accordingly. Besides he had something we needed." Wren paused from wiping his blades on the giant's rags. "What? A giant head? You gonna lug that all the way across the plains?" Chronicle didn't dignify the question with a response, just cleaned his own blade and grabbed the hair of the giant's head, hoisting it over his back as they walked. Two days later... "I told you, there is no way to sneak through elven woods." Red said, hands held up in surrender. "Well if you all had let me go alone then maybe there would be." Wren said from his knees. Surrounding the companions were ten wood elves with arrows nocked, and almost certainly there were more hidden all around them, unable to be seen with human eyes. Worlds stared at the ground. He knew better then to reach out and try to sense the presence of their woodland assailants, it would surely mean his death at the least; the wood elves of the Snakewood knew better then to trust most humans. Chronicle began speaking in Slyvan, choosing his words carefully. Two elves stared at him for a moment saying nothing, then watched as Chronicle dropped the giant's head on the ground. A whispered conversation later, and Chronicle turned to the rest of the party. "They wish to question us further about our motives. Do not make any sudden movements or convey your love of red meat." A day later... "So we need to go to a sodding giant spider nest so they can make us enough provisions to survive the underdark? Wow, there was a sentence I didn't think I would ever say..." Wren complained, fingers never staying still. "How were we supposed to know it would take this long to bloody get here?" "While I am able to survive without... elementary forms of sustenance, it seems the rest of you are incapable of doing so." Worlds replied, watching the elves move through the trees above them. "Yeah, you mentioned that. Great help you are, at least the cleric can make water." "Perhaps you should learn to live without it. I do." "...Well... you're bald." Wren pouted, kicking a rock and sending it tumbling down a mossy bank. A few hours later... "THE SPIDERS! THE SPIDERS!" the Cleric shrieked as hundreds of young spilled from the open wound on their dead mother, covering him as he struggled to break free from the web. "More on the way!" Wren yelled as he swept a blade at the spider's leg, yanking the chain back to sever the limb and sending the spider crashing off to the side. "WHY DID YOU ATTACK THE MAIN TUNNEL??" Red roared even louder then his firearm, the flash and sting of the bullet driving a spider back. "I saw we had the advantage and acted accordin-" "DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT EXCUSE AGAIN!" A swarm of smaller spiders rushed Worlds, who raised his hand and sent a wave of razor sharp crystal shards to meet them, grinding them to gore in a moment. Chronicle used the reach the glaive afforded him to keep the larger spiders at bay while Red fired shot after shot down the tunnel. "Time to go!" Wren called as the spiders fell back to regroup, hoisting Bahn up and retreating from the enclosed space. "The spiders... the spiders... why?" Bahn groaned, dozens of small wounds covering his body. "Maybe you should have prayed harder to your God." Worlds replied with a hint of a smile as they fled through the woods, spiders skittering just a few steps behind. [/QUOTE]
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