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The Dark Squad in the Secrets of Saltmarsh #135 Sorry For The (Attempted) Genocide.
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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 8089793" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p><strong>Playa Playa</strong><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p>A Buggles interlude, the wood elf while having lost Ashardalon's in the Neverwinter Forest pays a visit to home..</p><p></p><p><em>Buggles, accompanied by Gwen, had tracked Ashardalon the Dragonkith to the northern edge of Neverwinter, but the trail had gone cold. Before he had to return to Neverwinter to rendezvous with the rest of the Dark Squad, he decided to look in on his adopted family back at Willow Grove. He was greeted by Mother Willow, Grayum the Gruff, the sprites Flit and Wit but was surprised to see that Aunt Ingrid was also there. Ingrid was a particularly spiteful and ugly Hag who dwelled in the northern reaches of Neverwinter Wood.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The last time Buggles had seen Ingrid was a few years earlier, when he was sent to stay at her dark abode while Mother Willow and Grayum were summoned to attend a meeting of the Summer Court in the Feywild. It was not a pleasant experience. Ingrid's hollow tree-stump home was dirty and smelly, with various bits of animals and bone effigies strung up all over the place, and a cauldron out front constantly bubbling and emitting horrid smells. Ingrid, like other Hags, practiced dark woodland magic. In better times she would have been burned as a witch, but these were not better times.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Buggles remembered that summer as he caught sight of Ingrid and her feral cat, Nosiarys, who regarded him with baleful yellow eyes. Nosiarys has been catnapped by some Boggles, evil little grey fey monsters who drag their knuckles on the ground. Ingrid has been frantic to get her cat familiar back safely, and had set about a ritual to pinpoint his location. Buggles meanwhile had looked for tracks in the forest where Nosi liked to spend her time when she wasn't meowing around the cauldron, and picked up the trail of the Boggles quite easily. Following them to a secluded camp, Buggles had watched as Nosiarys was tied to a small altar by a group of Boggles, who set about gathering various skewers and bone knives. Buggles didn't think, he leaped into the fray to save Nosi, catching the Boggles quite unawares. A whirlwind of scimitars and teenage angst, Buggles cut down the first two Boggles with ease. The other three had grabbed small weapons and made a fight of it (well, the last one surrendered, which was not accepted), but in the end Buggles stood surrounded by bits of Boggle, Nosiarys mewling pathetically on the makeshift altar. Untyng her, Nosi immediately lashed out at Buggles with her sharp claws, giving him a scar on his cheek which he still bore to this day. Undeterred, Buggles had stuffed Nosi into a sack, and rushed back to find Ingrid just completing her location ritual. Amazed and delighted at the return of her beloved cat, who jumped up and purred around her shoulder, Ingrid had remarked to Buggles, “Well it seems like you have your uses after all” which was probably the nicest thing she had ever said to anyone.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Back in the present, Ingrid waved Buggles over, she looked even more hunched and ugly than he remembered. Her clothing was tattered and dirty, and Buggles was pretty sure he remembered some of the stains from the last time he saw her, some three years prior.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Aaaaah Buggles, the savior of the forest!” she rasped, dripping with sarcasm and spittle in equal measure.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Hello Aunt Ingrid, looking lovely as ever“ Buggles replied.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Humph!” Ingrid snorted, “Come inside, we must speak”, she gestured towards a cross between a hut and a tree, which was clearly her home from home. Her cauldron bubbled away in front of it, filling the Grove with its noxious fumes.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Buggles and Gwen followed Ingrid into the lair, with Nosiarys purring around his feet. Nosi was a black cat with a white face, and a habit of making the most awful shrieking sounds.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Hello Nosi” said Buggles, stooping to give the cat a tickle. Nosi purred loudly as Buggles tickled behind her ears, then ran off with a meow out of the hut towards the pond.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ingrid sat hunched across from him, looking like she had fallen asleep.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“What brings you to the Grove, Ingrid?” asked Buggles.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ingrid woke with a start. “You, actually. Or to be precise, that thing standing next to you”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Gwen?” Buggles said with surprise, “What about her?”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Why are you cavorting with the undead? I thought we raised you better than that” Ingrid seemed angry, but it was hard to tell.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Just by chance really” Buggles replied, fishing the magic whistle from around his next, “I found this in the Sunless Citadel” he offered the whistle to Ingrid, who took it and peered carefully at it using some sort of spyglass which magnified her bloodshot yellow eye quite horribly.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“What do you know about it?” she enquired, never looking up.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Not much really, it summons Gwen, she's a Duergar, that's a dark dwarf” he added cheekily.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“I know what a Duergar is you young fool!” Some spittle missed Buggles by inches, “What are you planning to do with it?”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“I hadn't given it too much thought, but I'd like to somehow free Gwen from this curse. I know she came from a Duergar city called Gracklstugh, somewhere in the Underdark. I thought about going there, but then Duergar aren't exactly friendly and since Gwen got turned into a skeleton there in the first place, that might not help at all. I don't know if she can be returned to life, or perhaps just laid to rest. Either way I want to help Gwen, I'm just not sure how”. Ingrid offered the whistle back, and Buggles took it and hung it back around his neck. Gwen shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“You might be right there” Ingrid rasped, “I cannot undo this magic, perhaps you should seek a necromancer or a powerful cleric”. At that moment Nosiarys rushed back into the hut, carrying a small duckling.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“For naughty word sake” Buggles muttered, “Is that one of the ducks from the pond?”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“She's a good cat” purred Ingrid, Nosi deposited the dying duckling at her feet, hissed at Buggles, and fled the hut once more.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Seek your answers among the wise of Neverwinter” Ingrid said, reaching down and grabbing up the duckling, “But be careful, not everyone appreciates necromancy. Oh and good work with that druid fellow, he was causing more trouble that even he realised”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“What do you mean?” asked Buggles.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“The Feywild and this world are connected young Buggles, and his efforts here were rippling back there. It's a good thing you stopped him when you did but remember...”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“Oh no, don't say it” interrupted Buggles, for he knew what was coming.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“The fey aren't out of the woods yet!” she finished triumphantly, holding out her spindly arms to either side and cackling maniacally, which quickly turned to a hacking cough.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>“naughty word hell” groaned Buggles.</em></p><p></p><p><strong>~ The Tales of Buggles ~</strong></p><p></p><p>DM aside- right, I'll see what I can do with this plot strand... Top work, Stu.</p><p></p><p><strong>Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not reflect the official policy or position of the DM.</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 8089793, member: 16069"] [B]Playa Playa[/B][I] [/I] A Buggles interlude, the wood elf while having lost Ashardalon's in the Neverwinter Forest pays a visit to home.. [I]Buggles, accompanied by Gwen, had tracked Ashardalon the Dragonkith to the northern edge of Neverwinter, but the trail had gone cold. Before he had to return to Neverwinter to rendezvous with the rest of the Dark Squad, he decided to look in on his adopted family back at Willow Grove. He was greeted by Mother Willow, Grayum the Gruff, the sprites Flit and Wit but was surprised to see that Aunt Ingrid was also there. Ingrid was a particularly spiteful and ugly Hag who dwelled in the northern reaches of Neverwinter Wood. The last time Buggles had seen Ingrid was a few years earlier, when he was sent to stay at her dark abode while Mother Willow and Grayum were summoned to attend a meeting of the Summer Court in the Feywild. It was not a pleasant experience. Ingrid's hollow tree-stump home was dirty and smelly, with various bits of animals and bone effigies strung up all over the place, and a cauldron out front constantly bubbling and emitting horrid smells. Ingrid, like other Hags, practiced dark woodland magic. In better times she would have been burned as a witch, but these were not better times. Buggles remembered that summer as he caught sight of Ingrid and her feral cat, Nosiarys, who regarded him with baleful yellow eyes. Nosiarys has been catnapped by some Boggles, evil little grey fey monsters who drag their knuckles on the ground. Ingrid has been frantic to get her cat familiar back safely, and had set about a ritual to pinpoint his location. Buggles meanwhile had looked for tracks in the forest where Nosi liked to spend her time when she wasn't meowing around the cauldron, and picked up the trail of the Boggles quite easily. Following them to a secluded camp, Buggles had watched as Nosiarys was tied to a small altar by a group of Boggles, who set about gathering various skewers and bone knives. Buggles didn't think, he leaped into the fray to save Nosi, catching the Boggles quite unawares. A whirlwind of scimitars and teenage angst, Buggles cut down the first two Boggles with ease. The other three had grabbed small weapons and made a fight of it (well, the last one surrendered, which was not accepted), but in the end Buggles stood surrounded by bits of Boggle, Nosiarys mewling pathetically on the makeshift altar. Untyng her, Nosi immediately lashed out at Buggles with her sharp claws, giving him a scar on his cheek which he still bore to this day. Undeterred, Buggles had stuffed Nosi into a sack, and rushed back to find Ingrid just completing her location ritual. Amazed and delighted at the return of her beloved cat, who jumped up and purred around her shoulder, Ingrid had remarked to Buggles, “Well it seems like you have your uses after all” which was probably the nicest thing she had ever said to anyone. Back in the present, Ingrid waved Buggles over, she looked even more hunched and ugly than he remembered. Her clothing was tattered and dirty, and Buggles was pretty sure he remembered some of the stains from the last time he saw her, some three years prior. “Aaaaah Buggles, the savior of the forest!” she rasped, dripping with sarcasm and spittle in equal measure. “Hello Aunt Ingrid, looking lovely as ever“ Buggles replied. “Humph!” Ingrid snorted, “Come inside, we must speak”, she gestured towards a cross between a hut and a tree, which was clearly her home from home. Her cauldron bubbled away in front of it, filling the Grove with its noxious fumes. Buggles and Gwen followed Ingrid into the lair, with Nosiarys purring around his feet. Nosi was a black cat with a white face, and a habit of making the most awful shrieking sounds. “Hello Nosi” said Buggles, stooping to give the cat a tickle. Nosi purred loudly as Buggles tickled behind her ears, then ran off with a meow out of the hut towards the pond. Ingrid sat hunched across from him, looking like she had fallen asleep. “What brings you to the Grove, Ingrid?” asked Buggles. Ingrid woke with a start. “You, actually. Or to be precise, that thing standing next to you” “Gwen?” Buggles said with surprise, “What about her?” “Why are you cavorting with the undead? I thought we raised you better than that” Ingrid seemed angry, but it was hard to tell. “Just by chance really” Buggles replied, fishing the magic whistle from around his next, “I found this in the Sunless Citadel” he offered the whistle to Ingrid, who took it and peered carefully at it using some sort of spyglass which magnified her bloodshot yellow eye quite horribly. “What do you know about it?” she enquired, never looking up. “Not much really, it summons Gwen, she's a Duergar, that's a dark dwarf” he added cheekily. “I know what a Duergar is you young fool!” Some spittle missed Buggles by inches, “What are you planning to do with it?” “I hadn't given it too much thought, but I'd like to somehow free Gwen from this curse. I know she came from a Duergar city called Gracklstugh, somewhere in the Underdark. I thought about going there, but then Duergar aren't exactly friendly and since Gwen got turned into a skeleton there in the first place, that might not help at all. I don't know if she can be returned to life, or perhaps just laid to rest. Either way I want to help Gwen, I'm just not sure how”. Ingrid offered the whistle back, and Buggles took it and hung it back around his neck. Gwen shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. “You might be right there” Ingrid rasped, “I cannot undo this magic, perhaps you should seek a necromancer or a powerful cleric”. At that moment Nosiarys rushed back into the hut, carrying a small duckling. “For naughty word sake” Buggles muttered, “Is that one of the ducks from the pond?” “She's a good cat” purred Ingrid, Nosi deposited the dying duckling at her feet, hissed at Buggles, and fled the hut once more. “Seek your answers among the wise of Neverwinter” Ingrid said, reaching down and grabbing up the duckling, “But be careful, not everyone appreciates necromancy. Oh and good work with that druid fellow, he was causing more trouble that even he realised” “What do you mean?” asked Buggles. “The Feywild and this world are connected young Buggles, and his efforts here were rippling back there. It's a good thing you stopped him when you did but remember...” “Oh no, don't say it” interrupted Buggles, for he knew what was coming. “The fey aren't out of the woods yet!” she finished triumphantly, holding out her spindly arms to either side and cackling maniacally, which quickly turned to a hacking cough. “naughty word hell” groaned Buggles.[/I] [B]~ The Tales of Buggles ~[/B] DM aside- right, I'll see what I can do with this plot strand... Top work, Stu. [B]Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not reflect the official policy or position of the DM.[/B] [/QUOTE]
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