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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 251351" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 1, Cont.</strong></p><p></p><p>He landed with a thud, with Alton beside him. “Farmer’s bloody paranoid, what?” Olgar said with a grimace. He had twisted his ankle upon landing. Alton was dusting himself off, also a bit worse for the wear. <em>Ten feet, give or take. Not bad work, </em>Olgar admired, looking around at the pit, <em>but the amateur should ha’ put some spikes in!</em></p><p></p><p>“Are you alright?” The halfling’s faced poked over the edge of the pit.</p><p></p><p>“Get a bloody rope, runt” Olgar growled. “ An’ get tha lolly-gaggin’ Wodyn to haul us out!”</p><p></p><p>A few moments later, a length of rope dropped over into the pit, and the barbarian hauled the two dwarves to safety. After recovering their breath, Alton pulled a thin sliver of twig out of his pack, waved it at his scratches, and watched as they closed over. “Need some?” he asked Olgar.</p><p></p><p>“Handle it me self,” Olgar replied grumpily. <em>Kraig, bless yer humble servant, fer he was an idjit an’ should’ha made the peck walk first. Take th’ power ye gave me to doom me’ enemies, ‘n heal yer servant. </em> Olgar sighed as he felt the power to curse his enemy slip from him, replaced by a lessening of the pain in his ankles. They weren’t completely healed, but they could bear his weight well enough. He’d hurt himself worse playing games as a child. “Well, off wi’ ye then, runt, an’ earn yer pay. Farmer’s a bit worried about his guests, an’ that’s want expert treasure hunters’re for. Go on!”</p><p></p><p>He motioned to the halfling, who looked apprehensively at the house, then more apprehensively at the heavy crossbow Olgar was fitting a bolt to. The halfling opted for the better part of valor, and scampered up to the house.</p><p></p><p>The house was a single story, stone, with wooden doors and boarded-over windows. Belarn swiftly looked them all over, circled the house, and returned, shrugging. “Looks safe,” he said. “There’s a small graveyard out back. It’s not too old.”</p><p></p><p>“Better not go in by the door,” Wodyn said, “Might be trapped too. I knock out a window, and we’ll go in that way.” The tall man unlimbered his axe, and stepped up to one of the windows. Alton followed, while Olgar and Belarn remained below, watching and covering with their missile weapons.</p><p></p><p>Two swings later and the boarded-over window burst open. The splinters had barely fallen when a spear hurtled out, just nicking Wodyn. The barbarian swung at a small figure just visible through the shadowed window. There was a wet thunk as the creature’s head separated from its body and bounced off the far wall. A second figure was visible just behind the first. Bows and crossbows twanged, and Olgar’s bolt found a resting place between the creature’s eyes.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn dived into the window, rolling out of sight. Olgar patiently reloaded his crossbow. Wodyn came to the window an moment later. “Kobolds,” he said. “That explains the pit. Probably for early warning. Come on in, there aren’t any others here.”</p><p></p><p>The stench hit them as they climbed in the window. It was nauseating, overpowering, the stink of decay and death. I could not be explained by the two kobold corpses lying by the broken window, nor by the still perfectly set but covered in a month’s growth of mold meal that sat on the dining room table. The stench was more pervasive, sharper, and more evil.</p><p></p><p>“Bet we’ll fin’ th’ farmer in th’ cellar,” Olgar choked, trying not to gag, ”dead a month ‘n all. Mystery solved. Betcha th’ kobolds killed em’, ‘r moved in after ‘em. Figger th’ family’s gone too.” He waved his hands around at the seven molded-over table settings, and a roughly-done portrait on one wall that showed a man, woman, and five children.</p><p></p><p>“Here, put this under your nose, “ Wodyn offered, smearing a bit of minty gunk under each of the party member’s noses. “Belarn, check the house; look for a cellar.”</p><p></p><p>The halfling nodded and snuck into the house, with Alton following. Olgar puttered about the dining room, leaving kobold-blood footprints, then stepped out into the hallway and Belarn announced “I found a stairwell.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s bloody useful, runt, “ Olgar said, walking up behind the halfling, who was looking down a flight of wooden stairs that led down into a stone-walled celler. “Especially since the stairs weren’t hidden. Here, I’ll lead th’ way.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar pulled out Stonecleaver, and used the sword to check the steps below him for rotted boards as he walked down into the cellar. As he reached the bottom and began to look about in the dim light, he heard a hiss from the far corner of the room.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 251351, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 1, Cont.[/b] He landed with a thud, with Alton beside him. “Farmer’s bloody paranoid, what?” Olgar said with a grimace. He had twisted his ankle upon landing. Alton was dusting himself off, also a bit worse for the wear. [i]Ten feet, give or take. Not bad work, [/i]Olgar admired, looking around at the pit, [i]but the amateur should ha’ put some spikes in![/i] “Are you alright?” The halfling’s faced poked over the edge of the pit. “Get a bloody rope, runt” Olgar growled. “ An’ get tha lolly-gaggin’ Wodyn to haul us out!” A few moments later, a length of rope dropped over into the pit, and the barbarian hauled the two dwarves to safety. After recovering their breath, Alton pulled a thin sliver of twig out of his pack, waved it at his scratches, and watched as they closed over. “Need some?” he asked Olgar. “Handle it me self,” Olgar replied grumpily. [i]Kraig, bless yer humble servant, fer he was an idjit an’ should’ha made the peck walk first. Take th’ power ye gave me to doom me’ enemies, ‘n heal yer servant. [/i] Olgar sighed as he felt the power to curse his enemy slip from him, replaced by a lessening of the pain in his ankles. They weren’t completely healed, but they could bear his weight well enough. He’d hurt himself worse playing games as a child. “Well, off wi’ ye then, runt, an’ earn yer pay. Farmer’s a bit worried about his guests, an’ that’s want expert treasure hunters’re for. Go on!” He motioned to the halfling, who looked apprehensively at the house, then more apprehensively at the heavy crossbow Olgar was fitting a bolt to. The halfling opted for the better part of valor, and scampered up to the house. The house was a single story, stone, with wooden doors and boarded-over windows. Belarn swiftly looked them all over, circled the house, and returned, shrugging. “Looks safe,” he said. “There’s a small graveyard out back. It’s not too old.” “Better not go in by the door,” Wodyn said, “Might be trapped too. I knock out a window, and we’ll go in that way.” The tall man unlimbered his axe, and stepped up to one of the windows. Alton followed, while Olgar and Belarn remained below, watching and covering with their missile weapons. Two swings later and the boarded-over window burst open. The splinters had barely fallen when a spear hurtled out, just nicking Wodyn. The barbarian swung at a small figure just visible through the shadowed window. There was a wet thunk as the creature’s head separated from its body and bounced off the far wall. A second figure was visible just behind the first. Bows and crossbows twanged, and Olgar’s bolt found a resting place between the creature’s eyes. Wodyn dived into the window, rolling out of sight. Olgar patiently reloaded his crossbow. Wodyn came to the window an moment later. “Kobolds,” he said. “That explains the pit. Probably for early warning. Come on in, there aren’t any others here.” The stench hit them as they climbed in the window. It was nauseating, overpowering, the stink of decay and death. I could not be explained by the two kobold corpses lying by the broken window, nor by the still perfectly set but covered in a month’s growth of mold meal that sat on the dining room table. The stench was more pervasive, sharper, and more evil. “Bet we’ll fin’ th’ farmer in th’ cellar,” Olgar choked, trying not to gag, ”dead a month ‘n all. Mystery solved. Betcha th’ kobolds killed em’, ‘r moved in after ‘em. Figger th’ family’s gone too.” He waved his hands around at the seven molded-over table settings, and a roughly-done portrait on one wall that showed a man, woman, and five children. “Here, put this under your nose, “ Wodyn offered, smearing a bit of minty gunk under each of the party member’s noses. “Belarn, check the house; look for a cellar.” The halfling nodded and snuck into the house, with Alton following. Olgar puttered about the dining room, leaving kobold-blood footprints, then stepped out into the hallway and Belarn announced “I found a stairwell.” “That’s bloody useful, runt, “ Olgar said, walking up behind the halfling, who was looking down a flight of wooden stairs that led down into a stone-walled celler. “Especially since the stairs weren’t hidden. Here, I’ll lead th’ way.” Olgar pulled out Stonecleaver, and used the sword to check the steps below him for rotted boards as he walked down into the cellar. As he reached the bottom and began to look about in the dim light, he heard a hiss from the far corner of the room. [/QUOTE]
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