Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is coming! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Acrimonious Adventurer Association
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3967172" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>What was lost is regained, sort of.</strong></p><p></p><p>Eeyore tracks orc footsteps to a descending stone staircase, humid warm air rises from the bottom of the stairs, creating a drifting whisp-like fog at head level for most in the party. The cold air creates a thin layer of frost at the top of the stairs and along the walls just surrounding it. </p><p></p><p>“Looks like they fled down, most of these steps were taken while they were running.” Eeyore comments</p><p></p><p>“As long as there is nowhere to run down there, a heightened hormone response tastes better than a sleeping one.” Xanthos responds</p><p></p><p>Nervous looks pass between Menthos and Haimish as Doopa nods in agreement.</p><p></p><p>The descent down the stairs ends at a heavy wooden door, pressing his ear to the wood, Xanthos can make out the sound of battle beyond the door. The shifter waves Doopa over excitedly, once up to the door, Xanthos shoves it open and gleefully announces, “All orcs shall perish before the might of the Xanthos the heartless!” </p><p></p><p>His battle cry echoes through an empty hallway, to the party’s left the familiar sounds of flesh ripping and bones cracking twist their way around a corner to assail the party’s senses.</p><p></p><p>“Premature exultation happens to the best of them.” Menthos states</p><p></p><p>Xanthos sprints to the edge of the corner and peers around to watch four large hunched over black skinned creatures mauling a group of blue slaad. The black creatures had wicked serrated hooks for their right hands and large fiddler-like crab claws for their left hands. Their face was a mixture of horns and teeth, Xanthos could make out no visible eyes nor ears. </p><p></p><p>The shifter watched the beasts dance their dance of death as one after another the blue slaad were eviscerated and left to rot upon the floor of the room. The rest of the party caught up to the shifter, just as the smell of chaotic death washed over their heads. Scents of roses and baked pie were intermixed with those of burnt dried feces and troll phlegm. </p><p></p><p>“Nasty, I’m both hungry and nauseated at the same time. Ugh.” Haimish reeked</p><p></p><p>The four creatures turned to face the party, insect-like maws twitching in anticipation of soft flesh for a feast. </p><p></p><p>“Greetings, I seek the orcs of this abode. Do you know their whereabouts?” Xanthos steps forward and asks</p><p></p><p>The four creatures rush the shifter who quickly changes to the form of a girralon, his four arms slamming against the first creature to close to him. Doopa howled and the chance to kill something and leapt impatiently into battle careening his huge cudgel off the backs of the creatures. Eeyore skidded across the room’s entrance to the opposite corner where a closed door was located; he then turned and braced his foot against the door. Haimish broke into song;</p><p></p><p><em>We used to love</em></p><p><em>You used to care</em></p><p><em>Now it's hard to find</em></p><p><em>The feeling we shared</em></p><p><em>You found a way</em></p><p><em>To even the score</em></p><p><em>And we don't have mercy anymore</em></p><p></p><p></p><p>“That doesn’t motivate me.” Menthos comments</p><p></p><p>Between Xanthos the girralon and Doopa’s mighty stick, the creatures are defeated with little blood loss from the party.</p><p></p><p>“Neither of these is natural, the orcs here are delving into things best left alone.” Xanthos comments</p><p></p><p>“You’re either awkwardly feminine or a paladin, there is no grey.” Menthos responds</p><p></p><p>“That makes no sense.” Haimish replies</p><p></p><p>“About as much as your ditty did.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>“We have no time to fight; I feel a wrinkle in this plane awaits us down here.” Eeyore states</p><p></p><p>“Okay, that made no sense.” Menthos comments</p><p></p><p>Xanthos and Doopa wander off past the door that led them to this battle and down the hallway where a huge ornate marble double door waits on the south wall. Their whistle of impressiveness beckons to the rest of the party and they soon join in the gawking over the door. </p><p></p><p>“I wonder what’s inside.” Haimish ponders</p><p></p><p>“Only one way to find out.” Xanthos answers as he grasps the two knockers and pulls the doors open.</p><p></p><p>The chamber beyond contained a single block of obsidian laced with veins of a blood red mineral. The pillar-like block took up a third of the room and was positioned in the center of the chamber, three quarters of the way up the block a naked human male was chained spread eagle to the block and slowly dripped blood down the party facing side. The blood pooled around the base of the block and seemed to bubble or boil. </p><p></p><p>Upon seeing the party enter, the man looks down at them and strained out a warning, “Run……they’re coming……..run”</p><p></p><p>“Orcs? Where are they?” Xanthos shouts</p><p></p><p>The block groans and a great ripping sound is heard through the chamber as a rainbow of slaad materialize out from the pillar, blue, red, and green upright frogs advance into the room. Then the pillar cracks and shatters as a doorway to their home void pushes it’s way into the room and a black scythe wielding slaad floats through into the room.</p><p></p><p>“Sorry to have disturbed you.” Xanthos states as he pushes the party through the double doors and into the hallway and casts <em>meld stone </em> upon the door to meld them into one big piece of rock, “we should be safe, let’s see them get through that.”</p><p></p><p>“They don’t need to.” Menthos said</p><p></p><p>Xanthos turned to ask what the warlock meant when he saw the slaads walk through the stone walls surrounding the party as if it was air.</p><p></p><p>“Oh.” Xanthos replied</p><p></p><p>Transforming back into a girralon, Xanthos held off the slaads to the west while Doopa took up the defense on the east side. Eeyore crawled up the wall and worked his way behind the slaad line on Doopa’s side and began attacking them from the rear. Haimish assisted Xanthos and tried to keep the slaad from getting behind them and flanking them. Menthos looked for a way to get out of the hallway and back into the room where it must be safer considering all the slaad were now out in the hallway.</p><p></p><p>“Hey Xanthos, fix the doors so they work again!” Menthos shouted</p><p></p><p>“What? Why don’t you do something productive and help us kill these things before we’re overrun and die here in disgrace?” Xanthos shouted back</p><p></p><p>“I don’t go good with a slaad and I’m not getting impregnated ever, so I’m not really feeling your sense of urgency here.” Menthos responds</p><p></p><p>“Get over here and fight! I’m not going to fail to exact revenge on the stealers of my heart because of your lack of testosterone.” Xanthos shouts back</p><p></p><p>“The rainbow coalition frightens me, maybe you could back them up a little more and I can snipe them from afar?” Menthos requests</p><p></p><p>The sealed marble doors melt away as the death slaad ambles into the fray slices his scythe down at the oblivious tiefling. The immaterial blade scores deep into Menthos’ soul and then exits his body at the knees and cuts into the floor, rotting away the stone as if it were stale bread. </p><p></p><p>Menthos doubles over screaming in agony as the death slaad takes aim on the hapless warlock for a killing blow. Xanthos grabs two green slaads and tosses them over his shoulder into the focused death slaad. A handful of <em>magic missiles </em> pepper the back of the death slaad as the chained human spits out the vocal component of the spell through his bloodied mouth.</p><p></p><p>Doopa and Eeyore turn the tide on their side as Eeyore would dart in and bite the slaad, transforming his mouth long enough to deliver a venom laced spider bite and then back to an elf before Doopa caught a glimpse of the transformation. The weakened slaad were easy pickings for the enraged barbarian, as Doopa dispatched those on his side of the marble door.</p><p></p><p>The death slaad turns back to it’s captive and laughs hideously as it raises a finger towards the chained man, Doopa rears back and nails the outsider in the back of it’s head causing the slaad to point it’s finger at the suddenly not so healthy looking ogre. </p><p></p><p>“Out of my way!” Xanthos yells as he kicks Menthos back into the room he was searching for a way into. Xanthos pummels the death slaad with his four fists as Haimish attempts to fight off a prism of tongues and claws his shield ripped off his arm and tossed aside as his weapon sways to and fro glistens in the flickering torch light in the hallway. </p><p></p><p>Eeyore darts around Doopa to fit in-between the ogre and the shifter. The death slaad promptly kicks the ranger into the opposite wall across the hallway. Menthos claws his way up to his hands and knees to get a bearing on where he is he spots a sunken basin in both forward corners of the room, each one glinting with the promise of treasure. Menthos slinks off to the one on his left as the chained human captive sends another <em>magic missile </em> volley into the death slaad.</p><p></p><p>Bleeding from reopened old wounds and finding it hard to avoid breathlessness, Doopa continues to clock the death slaad as if it was a dirty rug. Xanthos tries to grasp the death slaad’s scythe, only to find himself standing five feet tall as an elf looking up and the large outsider and unable to change back into any meaningful form. </p><p></p><p>“No!” Xanthos screams as he fruitlessly rails against the death slaad’s body with his elven hands. </p><p></p><p>Haimish retreats back to stand alongside Xanthos as Doopa calls for Eeyore to get off his lazy butt and help him fight. Menthos rummages through a stack of potions lying in the sunken treasure pit and finding the one he needs uncorks it and downs the whole bottle. </p><p></p><p>Slaad press against the west side of the hallway as Haimish shieldless and quickly tiring tries to keep Xanthos from falling under the outsider onslaught. Doopa’s labored breathing began to drown out the sound of his solid hits on the slaad as Eeyore shook the stars from his concussion and attempted to get back into combat. </p><p></p><p>“Hey monkey hurlage!” Menthos called as his hasted body fired two eldritch blasts every few seconds into the death slaad </p><p></p><p>The death slaad squealed in surprise and flew back through the open wound on the pillar of obsidian, Eeyore regained his feet and together with a quickened Menthos they dispatched the last remaining slaad in the hallway. </p><p></p><p>“Huzzah! I kick ass!” Menthos shouts</p><p></p><p>The rest of the party limps back into the chamber, where Doopa and Xanthos collapse in a tired heap.</p><p></p><p>“Please, someone get me down.” The chained man cries</p><p></p><p>“You are in no position to bargain, I’ll cut you down after I’ve freed this room of it’s heavy treasure burden.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>“Menthos that man probably saved your life, the least you can do it get him down from up there.” Haimish admonishes</p><p></p><p>“Probably saved my life, not definitely, besides I’m not into the kinky stuff. If he likes stretched out over cold stone while slaads rip through the fabric of this plane, who am I to truly halt his pleasure boat?” Menthos responds</p><p></p><p>“My name is Adukol, I hail from Lenap. I will be so ever grateful if you could end my torment upon this prison.” The man speaks</p><p></p><p>“If slaads imprisoned him, he’s either too lawful or he’s a real sick in the head kind of guy.” Eeyore offers</p><p></p><p>“Well, I for one am willing to grant this man his freedom. No one should have to be subjected to this level of indecency.” Haimish relates</p><p></p><p>“Try mating with a lemure.” Menthos retorts</p><p></p><p>Haimish and Eeyore assault the pillar and climb up to the chained Adukol and begin to release him. Menthos decides to wander around to the other side of the pillar where he finds another man chained to the pillar; this one however has passed out from blood loss. Although he still retains a pulse, his pale complexion signals his death looms on the horizon. </p><p></p><p>Xanthos and Doopa return to their feet and begin sifting through the two pits of treasure, looking for anything useful. Haimish and Eeyore help Adukol to the floor, as Xanthos offers the human a foul smelling jelly substance.</p><p></p><p>“What’s this for?” Adukol inquires</p><p></p><p>“I don’t want your stench fouling up my plans to find the orcs of Hledra, you smell like blood. If you’re going to follow us around you better get rid of that stink.” Xanthos said</p><p></p><p>“Um, thanks I guess.” Adukol accepts the gift</p><p></p><p>Doopa pulls up a small wooden box, and Xanthos’ ears perk up. A familiar *thump* *thump* sounds from within the small box, “Give me that!” Xanthos demands</p><p></p><p>The shifter retreats to the other side of the room as Eeyore comes over to help Doopa loot the treasure pits. The ogre picks up a small bag containing some things that sound like fake coins, the two look at each other and shrug, Doopa tosses Eeyore the bag and upon opening it, Eeyore finds it full of small black circular objects. </p><p></p><p>Menthos rounds the pillar with another naked man and announces, “I found a cleric!” </p><p> </p><p>Xanthos opens the box and to his elation finds a beating heart within; reduced to tears Xanthos reaches into the box and holds the organ in his hands. Eeyore reaches into the bag and shuffles his hand through the contents to verify that the bag only contains the small black coins-like objects.</p><p></p><p>Xanthos releases a head shattering scream as the room turns to watch in horror as the heart in his hands paralyzes the shifter then grows two tendrils which latch onto the chest of Xanthos and cleave his chest upon. Separating skin, muscle and bone, the tendrils latch onto Xanthos’ current heart and yank the organ from it’s resting place. Xanthos’ old heart is discarded, sent sliding across the stone floor, the heart from the box then enters Xanthos chest cavity and makes itself at home, reattaching arteries and veins to itself and retracting the tendrils it grew as it zips up Xanthos’ chest and leaving no outwardly physical trace of the replacement. </p><p></p><p>Eeyore was next to scream as his paralyzed body peels it’s flesh away from the underlying musculature starting on the fingertips and retreating down his body until his boots are forced off his feet as the skin rolls up and off his body completely, then the replacement takes over as the small black objects from the bag work to overlay themselves onto Eeyore’s exposed muscle and tissue. When it was complete the once fair looking high elf, had been transformed into a blacked scaled monstrosity unrecognizable in his new form.</p><p></p><p>“On second thought, I think a renegotiation of my rates is in order.” The cleric says</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3967172, member: 11574"] [b]What was lost is regained, sort of.[/b] Eeyore tracks orc footsteps to a descending stone staircase, humid warm air rises from the bottom of the stairs, creating a drifting whisp-like fog at head level for most in the party. The cold air creates a thin layer of frost at the top of the stairs and along the walls just surrounding it. “Looks like they fled down, most of these steps were taken while they were running.” Eeyore comments “As long as there is nowhere to run down there, a heightened hormone response tastes better than a sleeping one.” Xanthos responds Nervous looks pass between Menthos and Haimish as Doopa nods in agreement. The descent down the stairs ends at a heavy wooden door, pressing his ear to the wood, Xanthos can make out the sound of battle beyond the door. The shifter waves Doopa over excitedly, once up to the door, Xanthos shoves it open and gleefully announces, “All orcs shall perish before the might of the Xanthos the heartless!” His battle cry echoes through an empty hallway, to the party’s left the familiar sounds of flesh ripping and bones cracking twist their way around a corner to assail the party’s senses. “Premature exultation happens to the best of them.” Menthos states Xanthos sprints to the edge of the corner and peers around to watch four large hunched over black skinned creatures mauling a group of blue slaad. The black creatures had wicked serrated hooks for their right hands and large fiddler-like crab claws for their left hands. Their face was a mixture of horns and teeth, Xanthos could make out no visible eyes nor ears. The shifter watched the beasts dance their dance of death as one after another the blue slaad were eviscerated and left to rot upon the floor of the room. The rest of the party caught up to the shifter, just as the smell of chaotic death washed over their heads. Scents of roses and baked pie were intermixed with those of burnt dried feces and troll phlegm. “Nasty, I’m both hungry and nauseated at the same time. Ugh.” Haimish reeked The four creatures turned to face the party, insect-like maws twitching in anticipation of soft flesh for a feast. “Greetings, I seek the orcs of this abode. Do you know their whereabouts?” Xanthos steps forward and asks The four creatures rush the shifter who quickly changes to the form of a girralon, his four arms slamming against the first creature to close to him. Doopa howled and the chance to kill something and leapt impatiently into battle careening his huge cudgel off the backs of the creatures. Eeyore skidded across the room’s entrance to the opposite corner where a closed door was located; he then turned and braced his foot against the door. Haimish broke into song; [I]We used to love You used to care Now it's hard to find The feeling we shared You found a way To even the score And we don't have mercy anymore[/I] “That doesn’t motivate me.” Menthos comments Between Xanthos the girralon and Doopa’s mighty stick, the creatures are defeated with little blood loss from the party. “Neither of these is natural, the orcs here are delving into things best left alone.” Xanthos comments “You’re either awkwardly feminine or a paladin, there is no grey.” Menthos responds “That makes no sense.” Haimish replies “About as much as your ditty did.” Menthos answers “We have no time to fight; I feel a wrinkle in this plane awaits us down here.” Eeyore states “Okay, that made no sense.” Menthos comments Xanthos and Doopa wander off past the door that led them to this battle and down the hallway where a huge ornate marble double door waits on the south wall. Their whistle of impressiveness beckons to the rest of the party and they soon join in the gawking over the door. “I wonder what’s inside.” Haimish ponders “Only one way to find out.” Xanthos answers as he grasps the two knockers and pulls the doors open. The chamber beyond contained a single block of obsidian laced with veins of a blood red mineral. The pillar-like block took up a third of the room and was positioned in the center of the chamber, three quarters of the way up the block a naked human male was chained spread eagle to the block and slowly dripped blood down the party facing side. The blood pooled around the base of the block and seemed to bubble or boil. Upon seeing the party enter, the man looks down at them and strained out a warning, “Run……they’re coming……..run” “Orcs? Where are they?” Xanthos shouts The block groans and a great ripping sound is heard through the chamber as a rainbow of slaad materialize out from the pillar, blue, red, and green upright frogs advance into the room. Then the pillar cracks and shatters as a doorway to their home void pushes it’s way into the room and a black scythe wielding slaad floats through into the room. “Sorry to have disturbed you.” Xanthos states as he pushes the party through the double doors and into the hallway and casts [I]meld stone [/I] upon the door to meld them into one big piece of rock, “we should be safe, let’s see them get through that.” “They don’t need to.” Menthos said Xanthos turned to ask what the warlock meant when he saw the slaads walk through the stone walls surrounding the party as if it was air. “Oh.” Xanthos replied Transforming back into a girralon, Xanthos held off the slaads to the west while Doopa took up the defense on the east side. Eeyore crawled up the wall and worked his way behind the slaad line on Doopa’s side and began attacking them from the rear. Haimish assisted Xanthos and tried to keep the slaad from getting behind them and flanking them. Menthos looked for a way to get out of the hallway and back into the room where it must be safer considering all the slaad were now out in the hallway. “Hey Xanthos, fix the doors so they work again!” Menthos shouted “What? Why don’t you do something productive and help us kill these things before we’re overrun and die here in disgrace?” Xanthos shouted back “I don’t go good with a slaad and I’m not getting impregnated ever, so I’m not really feeling your sense of urgency here.” Menthos responds “Get over here and fight! I’m not going to fail to exact revenge on the stealers of my heart because of your lack of testosterone.” Xanthos shouts back “The rainbow coalition frightens me, maybe you could back them up a little more and I can snipe them from afar?” Menthos requests The sealed marble doors melt away as the death slaad ambles into the fray slices his scythe down at the oblivious tiefling. The immaterial blade scores deep into Menthos’ soul and then exits his body at the knees and cuts into the floor, rotting away the stone as if it were stale bread. Menthos doubles over screaming in agony as the death slaad takes aim on the hapless warlock for a killing blow. Xanthos grabs two green slaads and tosses them over his shoulder into the focused death slaad. A handful of [I]magic missiles [/I] pepper the back of the death slaad as the chained human spits out the vocal component of the spell through his bloodied mouth. Doopa and Eeyore turn the tide on their side as Eeyore would dart in and bite the slaad, transforming his mouth long enough to deliver a venom laced spider bite and then back to an elf before Doopa caught a glimpse of the transformation. The weakened slaad were easy pickings for the enraged barbarian, as Doopa dispatched those on his side of the marble door. The death slaad turns back to it’s captive and laughs hideously as it raises a finger towards the chained man, Doopa rears back and nails the outsider in the back of it’s head causing the slaad to point it’s finger at the suddenly not so healthy looking ogre. “Out of my way!” Xanthos yells as he kicks Menthos back into the room he was searching for a way into. Xanthos pummels the death slaad with his four fists as Haimish attempts to fight off a prism of tongues and claws his shield ripped off his arm and tossed aside as his weapon sways to and fro glistens in the flickering torch light in the hallway. Eeyore darts around Doopa to fit in-between the ogre and the shifter. The death slaad promptly kicks the ranger into the opposite wall across the hallway. Menthos claws his way up to his hands and knees to get a bearing on where he is he spots a sunken basin in both forward corners of the room, each one glinting with the promise of treasure. Menthos slinks off to the one on his left as the chained human captive sends another [I]magic missile [/I] volley into the death slaad. Bleeding from reopened old wounds and finding it hard to avoid breathlessness, Doopa continues to clock the death slaad as if it was a dirty rug. Xanthos tries to grasp the death slaad’s scythe, only to find himself standing five feet tall as an elf looking up and the large outsider and unable to change back into any meaningful form. “No!” Xanthos screams as he fruitlessly rails against the death slaad’s body with his elven hands. Haimish retreats back to stand alongside Xanthos as Doopa calls for Eeyore to get off his lazy butt and help him fight. Menthos rummages through a stack of potions lying in the sunken treasure pit and finding the one he needs uncorks it and downs the whole bottle. Slaad press against the west side of the hallway as Haimish shieldless and quickly tiring tries to keep Xanthos from falling under the outsider onslaught. Doopa’s labored breathing began to drown out the sound of his solid hits on the slaad as Eeyore shook the stars from his concussion and attempted to get back into combat. “Hey monkey hurlage!” Menthos called as his hasted body fired two eldritch blasts every few seconds into the death slaad The death slaad squealed in surprise and flew back through the open wound on the pillar of obsidian, Eeyore regained his feet and together with a quickened Menthos they dispatched the last remaining slaad in the hallway. “Huzzah! I kick ass!” Menthos shouts The rest of the party limps back into the chamber, where Doopa and Xanthos collapse in a tired heap. “Please, someone get me down.” The chained man cries “You are in no position to bargain, I’ll cut you down after I’ve freed this room of it’s heavy treasure burden.” Menthos answers “Menthos that man probably saved your life, the least you can do it get him down from up there.” Haimish admonishes “Probably saved my life, not definitely, besides I’m not into the kinky stuff. If he likes stretched out over cold stone while slaads rip through the fabric of this plane, who am I to truly halt his pleasure boat?” Menthos responds “My name is Adukol, I hail from Lenap. I will be so ever grateful if you could end my torment upon this prison.” The man speaks “If slaads imprisoned him, he’s either too lawful or he’s a real sick in the head kind of guy.” Eeyore offers “Well, I for one am willing to grant this man his freedom. No one should have to be subjected to this level of indecency.” Haimish relates “Try mating with a lemure.” Menthos retorts Haimish and Eeyore assault the pillar and climb up to the chained Adukol and begin to release him. Menthos decides to wander around to the other side of the pillar where he finds another man chained to the pillar; this one however has passed out from blood loss. Although he still retains a pulse, his pale complexion signals his death looms on the horizon. Xanthos and Doopa return to their feet and begin sifting through the two pits of treasure, looking for anything useful. Haimish and Eeyore help Adukol to the floor, as Xanthos offers the human a foul smelling jelly substance. “What’s this for?” Adukol inquires “I don’t want your stench fouling up my plans to find the orcs of Hledra, you smell like blood. If you’re going to follow us around you better get rid of that stink.” Xanthos said “Um, thanks I guess.” Adukol accepts the gift Doopa pulls up a small wooden box, and Xanthos’ ears perk up. A familiar *thump* *thump* sounds from within the small box, “Give me that!” Xanthos demands The shifter retreats to the other side of the room as Eeyore comes over to help Doopa loot the treasure pits. The ogre picks up a small bag containing some things that sound like fake coins, the two look at each other and shrug, Doopa tosses Eeyore the bag and upon opening it, Eeyore finds it full of small black circular objects. Menthos rounds the pillar with another naked man and announces, “I found a cleric!” Xanthos opens the box and to his elation finds a beating heart within; reduced to tears Xanthos reaches into the box and holds the organ in his hands. Eeyore reaches into the bag and shuffles his hand through the contents to verify that the bag only contains the small black coins-like objects. Xanthos releases a head shattering scream as the room turns to watch in horror as the heart in his hands paralyzes the shifter then grows two tendrils which latch onto the chest of Xanthos and cleave his chest upon. Separating skin, muscle and bone, the tendrils latch onto Xanthos’ current heart and yank the organ from it’s resting place. Xanthos’ old heart is discarded, sent sliding across the stone floor, the heart from the box then enters Xanthos chest cavity and makes itself at home, reattaching arteries and veins to itself and retracting the tendrils it grew as it zips up Xanthos’ chest and leaving no outwardly physical trace of the replacement. Eeyore was next to scream as his paralyzed body peels it’s flesh away from the underlying musculature starting on the fingertips and retreating down his body until his boots are forced off his feet as the skin rolls up and off his body completely, then the replacement takes over as the small black objects from the bag work to overlay themselves onto Eeyore’s exposed muscle and tissue. When it was complete the once fair looking high elf, had been transformed into a blacked scaled monstrosity unrecognizable in his new form. “On second thought, I think a renegotiation of my rates is in order.” The cleric says [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Acrimonious Adventurer Association
Top