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<blockquote data-quote="Menexenus" data-source="post: 4308376" data-attributes="member: 8951"><p><strong>Interlude: Campsite Encounter</strong></p><p></p><p><em>2nd of Coldeven</em>. Tarric, in his full plate armor, was sweating profusely in the steamy jungle heat. As he took yet another drink from his waterskin, he cursed his luck that he was the one who drew the short straw and had to stay behind to guard the campsite. His only company for this duty was Grimlock IV, Killick's wardog (who, Tarric noticed, was equally uncomfortable wearing chainmail barding). Grimlock lay down in the shade, panting heavily.</p><p></p><p> Only a few minutes after the party left for the ziggurat, Grimlock suddenly stood up. He sniffed the wind and started growling. Seeing this, Tarric stood up as well, drawing his sword, and peering into the dense jungle looking for whatever was alarming Grimlock. At first, Tarric saw nothing, but then, amazingly, an enormously fat 8 foot tall creature with leathery skin and large wings strode out of the jungle approaching the campsite with its hands up. Tarric couldn't believe that such an enormous creature was able to get so close to the campsite so stealthily.</p><p></p><p> In a deep, gravelly, but somehow friendly voice, the creature began to speak. "No need for that sword. I'm here to talk and hopefully to make a deal. I'm not here to fight. My name is Boshliwur, what's yours?"</p><p></p><p> Tarric was put off-guard by the creature's amiable tone. He almost found himself putting his sword down and greeting it in a similar fashion. But that's when he caught a whiff of it - its stench was incredible! Tarric struggled to keep his breakfast down. He now saw that the creature's leathery skin was kept moist by a secretion with a slightly greenish hue. No doubt it was this secretion that smelled so bad. </p><p></p><p>Tarric had learned a great deal about demons during his training as a Knight of Holy Shielding, and this was no demon that he had ever heard of. Still, it didn't take an expert to realize that this creature must be from some infernal region. Tarric kept his sword raised and responded warily, "I don't make deals with the likes of you, fiend. Go back where you came from and leave me and my companions alone. Otherwise you will taste my steel."</p><p></p><p> Boshliwur's enormous belly rose and fell with a loud sigh. Then, as if to himself, he said, "Figures. The one they choose to leave behind would have to be a narrow-minded paladin. Oh well. So much for talk." Then in a much louder voice, he ordered, "Seize him!" </p><p></p><p>From out of the nearby underbrush charged 3 emaciated figures with long arms and a black, sticky tar-like substance coating their bodies. They seemed to be vaguely of the same race as Boshliwur, but they were shorter (about Tarric's height) and lacked wings. As they rushed at Tarric, they all tried to claw at him, but luckily they all missed, much</p><p>to Boshliwur's consternation.</p><p></p><p> Tarric wanted very badly to destroy these fiendish abominations, but he knew that the tactical situation was not favorable to him. They outnumbered him and they could probably guess his modes of attack, while he knew nothing whatsoever about theirs. He made the decision to withdraw and live to fight another day, hopefully with the support of the rest of his party. He picked up Grimlock IV, activated his winged boots, and flew as fast as he could in the direction of the ziggurat. As he flew away, Tarric heard Boshliwur yelling, "You fools! You let him get away! We needed him!" Tarric looked back to see Boshliwur flapping its wings just enough to lift its enormous bulk above the treetops, but it did not seem to be in pursuit.</p><p></p><p> A few minutes later, Tarric landed on the ground just outside entrance to the ziggurat. As he set Grimlock down on the ground, the dog bolted, running inside and barking. Tarric guessed that there must be some action inside the temple, so he drew his sword again and ran up the short flight of steps leading into the ominous structure...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Menexenus, post: 4308376, member: 8951"] [b]Interlude: Campsite Encounter[/b] [I]2nd of Coldeven[/I]. Tarric, in his full plate armor, was sweating profusely in the steamy jungle heat. As he took yet another drink from his waterskin, he cursed his luck that he was the one who drew the short straw and had to stay behind to guard the campsite. His only company for this duty was Grimlock IV, Killick's wardog (who, Tarric noticed, was equally uncomfortable wearing chainmail barding). Grimlock lay down in the shade, panting heavily. Only a few minutes after the party left for the ziggurat, Grimlock suddenly stood up. He sniffed the wind and started growling. Seeing this, Tarric stood up as well, drawing his sword, and peering into the dense jungle looking for whatever was alarming Grimlock. At first, Tarric saw nothing, but then, amazingly, an enormously fat 8 foot tall creature with leathery skin and large wings strode out of the jungle approaching the campsite with its hands up. Tarric couldn't believe that such an enormous creature was able to get so close to the campsite so stealthily. In a deep, gravelly, but somehow friendly voice, the creature began to speak. "No need for that sword. I'm here to talk and hopefully to make a deal. I'm not here to fight. My name is Boshliwur, what's yours?" Tarric was put off-guard by the creature's amiable tone. He almost found himself putting his sword down and greeting it in a similar fashion. But that's when he caught a whiff of it - its stench was incredible! Tarric struggled to keep his breakfast down. He now saw that the creature's leathery skin was kept moist by a secretion with a slightly greenish hue. No doubt it was this secretion that smelled so bad. Tarric had learned a great deal about demons during his training as a Knight of Holy Shielding, and this was no demon that he had ever heard of. Still, it didn't take an expert to realize that this creature must be from some infernal region. Tarric kept his sword raised and responded warily, "I don't make deals with the likes of you, fiend. Go back where you came from and leave me and my companions alone. Otherwise you will taste my steel." Boshliwur's enormous belly rose and fell with a loud sigh. Then, as if to himself, he said, "Figures. The one they choose to leave behind would have to be a narrow-minded paladin. Oh well. So much for talk." Then in a much louder voice, he ordered, "Seize him!" From out of the nearby underbrush charged 3 emaciated figures with long arms and a black, sticky tar-like substance coating their bodies. They seemed to be vaguely of the same race as Boshliwur, but they were shorter (about Tarric's height) and lacked wings. As they rushed at Tarric, they all tried to claw at him, but luckily they all missed, much to Boshliwur's consternation. Tarric wanted very badly to destroy these fiendish abominations, but he knew that the tactical situation was not favorable to him. They outnumbered him and they could probably guess his modes of attack, while he knew nothing whatsoever about theirs. He made the decision to withdraw and live to fight another day, hopefully with the support of the rest of his party. He picked up Grimlock IV, activated his winged boots, and flew as fast as he could in the direction of the ziggurat. As he flew away, Tarric heard Boshliwur yelling, "You fools! You let him get away! We needed him!" Tarric looked back to see Boshliwur flapping its wings just enough to lift its enormous bulk above the treetops, but it did not seem to be in pursuit. A few minutes later, Tarric landed on the ground just outside entrance to the ziggurat. As he set Grimlock down on the ground, the dog bolted, running inside and barking. Tarric guessed that there must be some action inside the temple, so he drew his sword again and ran up the short flight of steps leading into the ominous structure... [/QUOTE]
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