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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1221933" data-attributes="member: 8222">The Frost Giant has a big belt and/or pouch of what looks to be dwarfhide (you can see several Dwarf chins/beards:the hair is braided around various rings etc for weapons to hang from). He wears a suit of mail, but that would take some time to salvage, and he is quite a bit bigger than any of you <16'tall at least>.The giant has a massive Greataxe and a longsword (used as a dagger, no doubt).Forlash  pulls several trinkets from the Hag's body before running.********************************************************Down and down run the Band, halls and chambers collapsing in upon themselves behind them, sometimes the very stones of the floor tearing apart within yards of their fleeing feet. Finally the chamber wherein you fought the Golems and Trolls comes into view. Kurg stops to pick up a Flaming Greatsword, thinking it might be useful later.The Door is reached, and you all get outside to see that the Cottage is covered by a shimmering aura, a pale green nimbus playing about its surface.Inside, a pack of creatures is coming for the door, 2 Hill Giants ,Trolls, many Orcs. Within 20 feet of the door, the group sees their salvation in sight, only to have all of their hopes for life dashed.Suddenly, without warning, the Cottage falls in upon itself with an audible *Fushhhut!*, sounding like a torch extinguished in a pond.Making for the Swamp, you see the other Hagborn sitting on a Stump, grinning.Wordlessly, he turns and begins picking a path back to the lair of his Mother.Loping off, you begin the trek towards Home.In the confusion none notice the disappearance of Midnight Fang...*******************************************************Idiotic Ogres. Buffoons. Not fit for a Menagerie.Midnight Fang trudged through the swamp, finally rid of the Myrachian trash. She was making for the Aruthan Border, more Southerly than the foolish Ogre and his lackeys. They didn't even check for loot, by the Hells.Midnight Fang stopped, her boot upon a log and opened the sack. Emeralds,rubies and sapphires shown out,as well as cups and necklaces,an enchanted brooch. The Trolls lair had been good to her She could parlay this into a grubsteak in her new guise. What woudl it be this time, a Merchant?A Courtesan? Perhaps she would be a Duchess, she liked the sound of that...all the better to pic out potential taregts as well as clients.Something moved in the foliage around her. Midnight Fang drew her blade, watchng, waiting. Nothing showed itself. Relaxing, she continued to go through the sack of findings, her fingers touching upon something small...Lifting it out, she laughed, it was the Silver Key that she had taunted the halfwit Necromancer with so many days ago, the Key to unlock his precious Spellbook.Well, he had no use for it now, he was dead...'The Key...'The voice cut through her blood like a hot knife through butter. It had sounded like...must have been the wind.Must have been...Midnight Fang was hit full force from behind by something large, knocked to her hands and knees. Looking up, she saw a shape in the gloom 'The Key...' Red bolts slammed into her,  Magic Missiles, sending her back, sprawling, where whatever had knocked her down now pounced upon her again. Ot was a wolf...no a Worg, an Undead Worg.The shape in the gloom stepped forward...the necromancer....wizzened and gaunt. He was...the ...it came back to her, the Undead Treants, they had killed him...he was a Wight. The last thing she heard before dying was his sibilant hiss 'The Key, yes, My Key...'There was nobody around to hear her final screams...</blockquote>

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