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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 993396" data-attributes="member: 2292">Wednesday, August 23rd, 508 AF, continued The fleeing ghouls scamper down a short corridor and into a room that bears the trappings of a torture chamber.&nbsp; Rusting racks and manacles fill the room, and two thick stone pillars support the walls.&nbsp; As Yip and Durhon burst into the room, they see the two ghouls scrambling desperately at one of the pillars.&nbsp; For a moment it seems as though the creatures are trying to climb to the stone ceiling, but that's all the consideration their actions are given before kobold paw and great axe are launched with deadly precision.&nbsp; The sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone fill the room as Warwind arrives, the pale elf rattling off the words to a spell and launching a pair of glowing arrows at the ghoul battling Yip.&nbsp; As Calmert bursts into the room, his sword held at the ready, the fleeing ghouls are already one their way to a second death.&nbsp; Calmert grunts once in consternation, trying to hold his breath against the smell of drying vomit on his armor, then charges forward to cut one of the ghouls down.&nbsp; The second beast backs away, outnumbered and outclassed by the veteran soldiers, but he makes it no more than four steps before he too is laid low.&quot;Done,&quot; Durhon grunts with pride.&nbsp; He hawks up a mouthfull of spit and projects it onto the twitching corpses of the ghouls.&nbsp; Calmert is already searching his pack for a rag, trying to find some way to clean off his armor.&nbsp; Yip, Durhon and Warwind mostly look on with disguised amusement.&quot;I thought ye said ye were a soldier,&quot; Durhon says through his grin.&nbsp; &quot;Would have thought yer dinner would hold longer than that.&quot;&quot;The smell was horrible,&quot; Calmert says, his voice calm.&nbsp; The others can see colour slowly returning to the clerics cheeks.&quot;Bah, that weren't nothin,&quot; Durhon smiles cheerfully.&nbsp; &quot;Ye should have seen the charnel house that was left after the Ambush at Krellek's Pass.&nbsp; That was a whiff worth rememberin'.&nbsp; Eight thousand corpses, three days in the sun after a torrential rain.&nbsp; Yeh almos' felt sorry fer the boys on burial detail.&quot;The colour in Calmerts cheeks drains away once more as Durhon heads towards the hallway, laughing.&quot;Back to the room,&quot; Durhon says as he leaves.&nbsp; &quot;After yer cleaned up, we'll get movin' and see if we can find yer cousin.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 993396, member: 2292"] [I]Wednesday, August 23rd, 508 AF, continued[/I] The fleeing ghouls scamper down a short corridor and into a room that bears the trappings of a torture chamber. Rusting racks and manacles fill the room, and two thick stone pillars support the walls. As Yip and Durhon burst into the room, they see the two ghouls scrambling desperately at one of the pillars. For a moment it seems as though the creatures are trying to climb to the stone ceiling, but that's all the consideration their actions are given before kobold paw and great axe are launched with deadly precision. The sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone fill the room as Warwind arrives, the pale elf rattling off the words to a spell and launching a pair of glowing arrows at the ghoul battling Yip. As Calmert bursts into the room, his sword held at the ready, the fleeing ghouls are already one their way to a second death. Calmert grunts once in consternation, trying to hold his breath against the smell of drying vomit on his armor, then charges forward to cut one of the ghouls down. The second beast backs away, outnumbered and outclassed by the veteran soldiers, but he makes it no more than four steps before he too is laid low. "Done," Durhon grunts with pride. He hawks up a mouthfull of spit and projects it onto the twitching corpses of the ghouls. Calmert is already searching his pack for a rag, trying to find some way to clean off his armor. Yip, Durhon and Warwind mostly look on with disguised amusement. "I thought ye said ye were a soldier," Durhon says through his grin. "Would have thought yer dinner would hold longer than that." "The smell was horrible," Calmert says, his voice calm. The others can see colour slowly returning to the clerics cheeks. "Bah, that weren't nothin," Durhon smiles cheerfully. "Ye should have seen the charnel house that was left after the Ambush at Krellek's Pass. That was a whiff worth rememberin'. Eight thousand corpses, three days in the sun after a torrential rain. Yeh almos' felt sorry fer the boys on burial detail." The colour in Calmerts cheeks drains away once more as Durhon heads towards the hallway, laughing. "Back to the room," Durhon says as he leaves. "After yer cleaned up, we'll get movin' and see if we can find yer cousin." [/QUOTE]

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