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<blockquote data-quote="Craig Fox" data-source="post: 7115896" data-attributes="member: 6882019">Meanwhile, across the world somewhere.An intrepid band of adventurers approached a mysterious cave entrance in the side of a hill. In front of the entrance stood a battered wooden sign. Craning her neck forward, the half-elven ranger Jezza squinted to read the sign. &quot;Welcome to the ... TOMB OF HORS D'OEUVRES, it says.&quot;&quot;Sounds great, I'm hungry&quot; said Stonnard the dwarf, striding forward, only to be stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. &quot;You can't just barge on in without some proper reconnaissance.&quot; said the voice of Verice, a human female cleric.At that point, a small hunched human-like figure in a thick cloak emerged from the entrance. &quot;Oh look, visitors!&quot; he exclaimed, with a note of excitement. &quot;Do come in, the master would love to dine with you.&quot;&quot;And who is your master?&quot; asked Phinsk, the last and shortest member of the group, a halfling and warlock by trade. The cloaked little man looked him straight back in the eye.&quot;Oh, he's Acererak.&quot; he replied nonchalantly.The group recoiled, and Verice turned hard on her feet. &quot;Come on, we're leaving.&quot;&quot;Oh no, please!&quot; the little man beseeched. &quot;Sorry, I should have mentioned. Not that Acererak. Someone else who's also called Acererak.&quot; &quot;Yes, it's a common name.&quot; said Phinsk drily. &quot;So you want us to come in, and meet The Other Acererak, and, ummm, eat hors d'oeuvres with him.&quot;&quot;Will there be fish?&quot; asked Jezza. &quot;It's been ages since I had some delicious fish.&quot;&quot;Never mind fish.&quot; laughed Stonnard. &quot;I want some good thick sizzling meat! Big thick roasted haunches!&quot;&quot;Oh yes!&quot; assured the cloaked figure. &quot;Fish, meat, vegetables, nuts, sweet rolls, everything you could want.&quot;The party started moving towards the cave entrance, mouths drooling. &quot;Hang on&quot; exclaimed Verice. &quot;You're really about to head into a mysterious crypt called the Tomb of Hors D'oeuvres run by a guy we're assured is The Other Acererak and not That Acererak, just because you can't be bothered walking back to town for dinner?&quot;&quot;Heck yeah, and if you don't hurry, there'll be none left for you.&quot; replied Phinsk.Verice sighed, throwing her hands in the air. &quot;As usual, I have to keep you lot out of trouble.&quot; she muttered, following her companions inside.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Craig Fox, post: 7115896, member: 6882019"] [I]Meanwhile, across the world somewhere[/I]. An intrepid band of adventurers approached a mysterious cave entrance in the side of a hill. In front of the entrance stood a battered wooden sign. Craning her neck forward, the half-elven ranger Jezza squinted to read the sign. "Welcome to the ... TOMB OF HORS D'OEUVRES, it says." "Sounds great, I'm hungry" said Stonnard the dwarf, striding forward, only to be stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. "You can't just barge on in without some proper reconnaissance." said the voice of Verice, a human female cleric. At that point, a small hunched human-like figure in a thick cloak emerged from the entrance. "Oh look, visitors!" he exclaimed, with a note of excitement. "Do come in, the master would love to dine with you." "And who is your master?" asked Phinsk, the last and shortest member of the group, a halfling and warlock by trade. The cloaked little man looked him straight back in the eye. "Oh, he's Acererak." he replied nonchalantly. The group recoiled, and Verice turned hard on her feet. "Come on, we're leaving." "Oh no, please!" the little man beseeched. "Sorry, I should have mentioned. Not [I]that[/I] Acererak. Someone else who's also called Acererak." "Yes, it's a common name." said Phinsk drily. "So you want us to come in, and meet The Other Acererak, and, ummm, eat hors d'oeuvres with him." "Will there be fish?" asked Jezza. "It's been ages since I had some delicious fish." "Never mind fish." laughed Stonnard. "I want some good thick sizzling meat! Big thick roasted haunches!" "Oh yes!" assured the cloaked figure. "Fish, meat, vegetables, nuts, sweet rolls, everything you could want." The party started moving towards the cave entrance, mouths drooling. "Hang on" exclaimed Verice. "You're really about to head into a mysterious crypt called the Tomb of Hors D'oeuvres run by a guy we're assured is The Other Acererak and not [I]That[/I] Acererak, just because you can't be bothered walking back to town for dinner?" "Heck yeah, and if you don't hurry, there'll be none left for you." replied Phinsk. Verice sighed, throwing her hands in the air. "As usual, I have to keep you lot out of trouble." she muttered, following her companions inside. [/QUOTE]

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