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What did I do ?Richards said:
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Äh, OK... ...hä? hm...
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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Äh, OK... ...hä? hm... 
Okay, anticipating a confrontation with Acessiwal soon, I thought I'd better get this song out of the way before it's overcome by events. This one seems somewhat appropriate for Kizzlorn, who, even though she now knows that Jamison was responsible for the death of her parents, has nevertheless hated Acessiwal for her entire life. I imagine the following song - sung to the tune of Billy Idol's "White Wedding" - might be something that would be running through her head right before the final confrontation with Acessiwal:
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WHITE WYRM HUNT
Hey evil white wyrm what have you done?
Hey evil white wyrm who's had some big fun?
Hey evil white wyrm who's your nemesis?
Hey evil white wyrm who can't you resist?
Hey evil white wyrm: Spellforge!
It's a nice day to fight again
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
It's a nice day to kill again
Hey evil white wyrm who is it you fear?
Hey evil white wyrm who's that coming near?
Hey evil white wyrm: Spellforge, oh yeah
Hey evil white wyrm who's your nemesis?
Hey evil white wyrm: Spellforge!
It's a nice day to track again
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
It's a nice day to slay again
Pick it up
Follow you home, yeah
Hey evil white wyrm where have you run?
Hey evil white wyrm who's long life is done? (life is done?)
You've been away for so long (so long)
You've been away for so long (so long)
I've hunted you for so long
It's a nice day to chase again
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
It's a nice day to blast again, wow
There is nothing fair in this world
There is nowhere safe in this world
And there's nothing sure in this world
And there is no cure in this world
You've got no place left in this world
Start again, come on
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
Wow, it's a nice day to hunt you down
It's a nice day to kill you off
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Now let's hope that Kizzlorn's confidence is not misplaced! I for one am keeping my fingers crossed for the Knights. Dr. Midnight, you've got me on the edge of my seat as always!
Johnathan
Self-Appointed, Unofficial Bard to the Knights of Spellforge Keep Campaign
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WHITE WYRM HUNT
Hey evil white wyrm what have you done?
Hey evil white wyrm who's had some big fun?
Hey evil white wyrm who's your nemesis?
Hey evil white wyrm who can't you resist?
Hey evil white wyrm: Spellforge!
It's a nice day to fight again
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
It's a nice day to kill again
Hey evil white wyrm who is it you fear?
Hey evil white wyrm who's that coming near?
Hey evil white wyrm: Spellforge, oh yeah
Hey evil white wyrm who's your nemesis?
Hey evil white wyrm: Spellforge!
It's a nice day to track again
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
It's a nice day to slay again
Pick it up
Follow you home, yeah
Hey evil white wyrm where have you run?
Hey evil white wyrm who's long life is done? (life is done?)
You've been away for so long (so long)
You've been away for so long (so long)
I've hunted you for so long
It's a nice day to chase again
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
It's a nice day to blast again, wow
There is nothing fair in this world
There is nowhere safe in this world
And there's nothing sure in this world
And there is no cure in this world
You've got no place left in this world
Start again, come on
It's a nice day for a white wyrm hunt
Wow, it's a nice day to hunt you down
It's a nice day to kill you off
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Now let's hope that Kizzlorn's confidence is not misplaced! I for one am keeping my fingers crossed for the Knights. Dr. Midnight, you've got me on the edge of my seat as always!
Johnathan
Self-Appointed, Unofficial Bard to the Knights of Spellforge Keep Campaign
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Dr Midnight
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They piled the things back into Jamison’s bag, and they headed through the passageway to the north. Here was a long hallway with a number of doors.
They opened the door on the left and entered. In here, the room was perfectly warm and comfortable. The air was being heated, magically, by a brazier hanging on a silver hook in the corner. Jamison of course walked over to it and fiddled with it. No one really saw the harm in it, so they let him. It turned out that the brazier would heat the air to a comfortable seventy degrees wherever it was placed. What with all the cold they’d been slogging through, it would prove invaluable, Jamison felt certain.
There was a door in here leading to a guest room with a nice large bed. Edge examined it and announced “The bed’s trapped. It’s rigged to fall into a pit in the floor.”
“What sets it off?” Kizz asked.
“Let’s have a look around.” With a little searching, two small levers were found concealed on the walls in the room Jamison had found the brazier. “This one looks to trigger the bed trap,” Edge said. “I can’t figure out what the other one does.”
Jamison nodded. “Everyone get out of the room… I’m going to pull it and see what happens.”
Vek said “Gregg, that’s not really advisable...”
Edge countered that with “Hey, going to hunt a dragon isn’t advisable.”
“Point taken. Sigh… at least he’s announcing, now, that he’s going to do something stupid. It’s your life, Gregg.”
They walked outside. Jamison pulled the lever, and the doors shut. Hidden vents sucked the air from the room, and Jamison felt the air grow thin. Soon he would suffocate. He cast a spell and immediately appeared outside, in the hall, next to Grumbar.
“Woh!” Grumbar exclaimed. “What happened?”
He shrugged. “Trap. I escaped it.”
Edge said “You just walk into traps with no worries, Gregg. You do this all the time, and you say you’ve been with the group since its creation? You are incredibly lucky, my friend.”
Jamison frowned. “I… wouldn’t say THAT, but… Yeah.”
They moved on, through rooms filled with boring things like rope, barrels of nails and blankets, and general supplies. Finally they came to a hallway with a door in its center. Its ends curled… the one to the east curled clockwise and descended. The one to the west curled counterclockwise and ascended.
“We’ll pick which way to go later,” Vek said. “Right now… door.”
“Shh… I hear something,” Edge said by the door. “It sounds like… giggling.” He heard the tiny giggles of fey creatures… to the left of the door. He followed the sound until he found a small murder hole. He didn’t dare look into it. There was another on the right side of the door.
Grumbar opened the door to find a twenty foot square room with nothing in it. A door was on the right and left side. Grumbar walked in and found two more of the murder holes in the walls, facing into the room. He looked into the hole on the right and saw a huge bloodshot eye staring back at him. “Eye,” he reported casually. He moved to the door to the right and attempted to open it… but it was held shut. He strained against it and felt it give… then shut again. “Somethin’s holdin’ me out,” he said.
Edge came in and helped him. Together they pushed against the door… and it burst into chunks and splinters from their combined might. The huge ettin on the other side of the door blinked against the splinters and grimaced at them, not liking the looks of the two warriors. “NOW!” it screamed, before stepped away. Immediately, a cage of force formed around the edges of the room, completely blocking Edge and Grumbar in. The ettin grinned and walked to the murder hole to the south, to peer into the hallway at who might still be out there.
Little did he expect Jamison Crow to be waiting for him. Jamison mumbled some words, made a gesture, then said… “Buddy! It’s me, Gregg!”
The ettin’s face lit up. It exclaimed “Gregg! You gom zank bee?”
“That’s right, I came to see you! Hey, you know, I could really use some help here.”
“Bah?”
“Yeah. Something’s holding my friends there in that cage over there. I sure am mad about that.”
“Gregg franz cage no?”
“Friends cage no! Can you help get my friends OUT of the cage?”
The huge face smiled with malevolence. “Oh,” the ettin said. ”Gran der SMUTCH da muffits!” He stomped away from the peephole, a laughing growl deep in its chest. He walked through a set of doors and passed to the left, presumably into the room of the “muffits”.
The giggling stopped. Several confused voices shouted… The ettin was heard to shout “Gran der SMUTCH ARE DA MUFFITS!!!” Then, dozens of high pitched screams as the sounds of wet splotches and splats accompanied the sounds of an ettin raging through the room and smashing at tiny creatures with a greatclub.
Jamison smiled at the others. “He’s smutching da muffits. It should only be a minute longer, then we can get Edge and Grumbar out.”
Vek nodded. “Nicely done.”
Then, the sounds changed. The tiny voices had all died off, and now the ettin was shouting with alarm. “Gom no da bee… Gregg, hap! GREGG, HAP!”
Then, another wet sound… much bigger. The sound of something splashing against the wall was heard. A thin line of blood dribbled from the murder hole. Kizzlorn went to the hole and peered inside. This was an icy room filled with broken stalactites and stalagmites. About twenty ice mephits were crushed and strewn about, their small bodies bashed into hideous shapes by the ettin’s club. The ettin, too, lay dead on the floor. Over it stood a ten foot tall humanoid structure made of ice, and covered from head to toe in foot long icicles. The thing’s right arm dripped with ettin blood.
Jamison asked “What is it? What happened?”
She grimaced at him. “Smutched.”
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They opened the door on the left and entered. In here, the room was perfectly warm and comfortable. The air was being heated, magically, by a brazier hanging on a silver hook in the corner. Jamison of course walked over to it and fiddled with it. No one really saw the harm in it, so they let him. It turned out that the brazier would heat the air to a comfortable seventy degrees wherever it was placed. What with all the cold they’d been slogging through, it would prove invaluable, Jamison felt certain.
There was a door in here leading to a guest room with a nice large bed. Edge examined it and announced “The bed’s trapped. It’s rigged to fall into a pit in the floor.”
“What sets it off?” Kizz asked.
“Let’s have a look around.” With a little searching, two small levers were found concealed on the walls in the room Jamison had found the brazier. “This one looks to trigger the bed trap,” Edge said. “I can’t figure out what the other one does.”
Jamison nodded. “Everyone get out of the room… I’m going to pull it and see what happens.”
Vek said “Gregg, that’s not really advisable...”
Edge countered that with “Hey, going to hunt a dragon isn’t advisable.”
“Point taken. Sigh… at least he’s announcing, now, that he’s going to do something stupid. It’s your life, Gregg.”
They walked outside. Jamison pulled the lever, and the doors shut. Hidden vents sucked the air from the room, and Jamison felt the air grow thin. Soon he would suffocate. He cast a spell and immediately appeared outside, in the hall, next to Grumbar.
“Woh!” Grumbar exclaimed. “What happened?”
He shrugged. “Trap. I escaped it.”
Edge said “You just walk into traps with no worries, Gregg. You do this all the time, and you say you’ve been with the group since its creation? You are incredibly lucky, my friend.”
Jamison frowned. “I… wouldn’t say THAT, but… Yeah.”
They moved on, through rooms filled with boring things like rope, barrels of nails and blankets, and general supplies. Finally they came to a hallway with a door in its center. Its ends curled… the one to the east curled clockwise and descended. The one to the west curled counterclockwise and ascended.
“We’ll pick which way to go later,” Vek said. “Right now… door.”
“Shh… I hear something,” Edge said by the door. “It sounds like… giggling.” He heard the tiny giggles of fey creatures… to the left of the door. He followed the sound until he found a small murder hole. He didn’t dare look into it. There was another on the right side of the door.
Grumbar opened the door to find a twenty foot square room with nothing in it. A door was on the right and left side. Grumbar walked in and found two more of the murder holes in the walls, facing into the room. He looked into the hole on the right and saw a huge bloodshot eye staring back at him. “Eye,” he reported casually. He moved to the door to the right and attempted to open it… but it was held shut. He strained against it and felt it give… then shut again. “Somethin’s holdin’ me out,” he said.
Edge came in and helped him. Together they pushed against the door… and it burst into chunks and splinters from their combined might. The huge ettin on the other side of the door blinked against the splinters and grimaced at them, not liking the looks of the two warriors. “NOW!” it screamed, before stepped away. Immediately, a cage of force formed around the edges of the room, completely blocking Edge and Grumbar in. The ettin grinned and walked to the murder hole to the south, to peer into the hallway at who might still be out there.
Little did he expect Jamison Crow to be waiting for him. Jamison mumbled some words, made a gesture, then said… “Buddy! It’s me, Gregg!”
The ettin’s face lit up. It exclaimed “Gregg! You gom zank bee?”
“That’s right, I came to see you! Hey, you know, I could really use some help here.”
“Bah?”
“Yeah. Something’s holding my friends there in that cage over there. I sure am mad about that.”
“Gregg franz cage no?”
“Friends cage no! Can you help get my friends OUT of the cage?”
The huge face smiled with malevolence. “Oh,” the ettin said. ”Gran der SMUTCH da muffits!” He stomped away from the peephole, a laughing growl deep in its chest. He walked through a set of doors and passed to the left, presumably into the room of the “muffits”.
The giggling stopped. Several confused voices shouted… The ettin was heard to shout “Gran der SMUTCH ARE DA MUFFITS!!!” Then, dozens of high pitched screams as the sounds of wet splotches and splats accompanied the sounds of an ettin raging through the room and smashing at tiny creatures with a greatclub.
Jamison smiled at the others. “He’s smutching da muffits. It should only be a minute longer, then we can get Edge and Grumbar out.”
Vek nodded. “Nicely done.”
Then, the sounds changed. The tiny voices had all died off, and now the ettin was shouting with alarm. “Gom no da bee… Gregg, hap! GREGG, HAP!”
Then, another wet sound… much bigger. The sound of something splashing against the wall was heard. A thin line of blood dribbled from the murder hole. Kizzlorn went to the hole and peered inside. This was an icy room filled with broken stalactites and stalagmites. About twenty ice mephits were crushed and strewn about, their small bodies bashed into hideous shapes by the ettin’s club. The ettin, too, lay dead on the floor. Over it stood a ten foot tall humanoid structure made of ice, and covered from head to toe in foot long icicles. The thing’s right arm dripped with ettin blood.
Jamison asked “What is it? What happened?”
She grimaced at him. “Smutched.”
MORE TO COME...
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Whoa...
Why is it that bad things always happen to Jamison's giant friends?
Why is it that bad things always happen to Jamison's giant friends?
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Good morning folks, by that time I was pretty low on caffeine...Neverwinter Knight said:
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Doc, nice update, I'm beginning to like Jamison again (
). But not being a native English speaker I must ask: What is a murder hole?
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