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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1523233" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKE FORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 053“Gate Crashers”“Urgh!   I can smellz the elfs …I swearz!”  Complains bitterly the orc running along behind the other orcs.“Shaddup Bigtoe!  Youze smellz no elfs yet!  You keeps up now …we hunting.” Sneers the next orc.The five orcs did not wait long for their first encounter.  The gates opened and they charged through in full run.  They found themselves close to the flooded section of The World Below.  They didn’t care.  They were here to have fun killing humans and hopefully some elves while winning shiny coins and good-magic weapons for their king.Within five minutes of a full charge into the ruins they encountered a large monstrous hunting spider.  It didn’t last long as the barbarians hacked into it with their enhanced axes and blades.  Finding little of value on the creature, they sped off again.The five dim-witted but dangerous (if only to themselves) orc barbarians continued to charge through the knee-deep water filled with dangerous hidden snakes and debris blindly.  They climbed out onto a deep hillside and found themselves in a deserted park filled with marble statues.  The leader of the Blackstone Orcs, Bile Eater, paused at this sight.  He sniffed the air as if to check if the statues might be alive.  Though barbaric, he was not stupid.  Anything was possible here.  Bile Eater carefully led the four other orcs through the field of white frozen nude humans.  Each step was a large turning step allowing for him to see everything around him.  After getting halfway through the forest of stone, he snorted, stuck down a figure and waited.  Several moments later, once he was certain there was no threat here he howled out loud and started a new charge across the courtyard.  The four large orcs in the lead never knew what happened.  The marble steps suddenly became smooth with a loud grinding thud and greasy oil flowed out from the cracks.  Their charge ended and they went backwards into a now open pit into an underground raging river.  Four orcs fell in.Bigtoe, keeping up but suddenly with a look of intelligence stopped just prior to the orcs reaching the steps.  Instead he sidestepped to the right and ran up the thick stone arm rail.  An evil smile formed as the trap was sprung.  Only Stink saw Bigtoe as he fell into the river.  Bigtoe’s skin turned blue and soft.  His hair turned a healthy sleek black versus a greasy unkept black.  He became a her.Jocasta, the doppelganger assassin for hire listened to the four orcs hit the water and curse as they surfaced before being washed away violently.  She lifted her forearm to her nose and sniffed.  “I hate the smell of orcs.” And began her own run.  Her run was more aware and controlled.  She was on the hunt.  There was a staff to collect and possibly the Champions of Infiniti to contend with.The Champions of Infiniti were indeed within the arena but were very busy themselves.</blockquote>

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