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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arkyst" data-source="post: 1300393" data-attributes="member: 14820">The Defenders of Tronus – The Adventure Begins:It had been nearly two weeks since the ceremony and the Defenders anxiously awaited their first call to battle.  While Twizle was working on a new ballad for his upcoming musical, some of the other members decided that they could use some fresh air.Azerot sat on a freshly chopped log while Storm continued to knock down more trees with his bare hands.  “I don’t think we need any more wood Storm,” began Azerot.Storm paused for a moment, contemplating how to enlighten his friend as to the value of hard work and it’s benefits to both the mind and body.  Before he could speak however, the sounds of screaming women and children filled the air.  By the time Azerot could grab his morningstar, Rayna and Twizle came bursting through the front door of the Defender’s Tower.The team began dashing through the streets towards the North gate where the air was filled with the sounds of commotion.  Hordes of people were running in every direction, children were getting trampled and the yelling didn’t stop.  As the Defender’s marched forward with their weapons drawn, they were suddenly confronted with…the sound of music?Rayna tilted her head and looked at the others in disbelief.  The women were actually swooning, not crying in horror.  Yet there was a crime in progress!  As the infamous bard Melcher Clef sung his exotic melody and swung those legendary hips, eight of his scantily-clad dancing girls were graciously removing the belongings of the onlookers.  Behind the entourage of bumping and grinding dancers was Melcher’s sidekick Rampart, the massive Minotaur trained in mass combat, cleaning the blood of several of the city guards off of his great axe.Melcher had been a wanted man in the Kingdom of Redbrook for some time.  If the rumors were true, it was due to a private performance staring both Melcher and the Queen.  Yet the Queen was not Melcher’s only fan.  Thousands of women throughout the countryside adored him and his “bad-boy” persona.  Wanted posters would be torn down by teenage girls with the hopes that he may someday come to their town and would sign it in person. The Defenders grimaced in disgust as Melcher took out his quill and began signing his own wanted posters and exposed flesh of his adoring fans.  Storm had enough of the gratuitous display and called out the villainous trash that littered his city’s streets.  “Enough!”As if waiting for that very cue, the dancing girls dropped their fistfuls of jewels and in a dizzying display of cartwheels and back flips charged the giant blue monster.  These girls were obviously trained as unarmed fighters in addition to belly dancing, but they were still no match for Storm’s might.  He snatched the first one from the air before she could land her flip and hurtled her into the next while using his free arm to close-line a third.The other five dancers surrounded Azerot and his companion Cinder.  Azerot was pulling his hits as to not kill the girls, but they kept bumping him with hips, elbows, thighs and bosoms.  “I will not be waylaid by harlots,” he cried as the barrage of sultry attacks continued.Meanwhile Rayna moved up to target Melcher with a Touch of Idiocy spell.  It wasn’t until Twizle pulled forth his horn of sounding (commonly used to direct his plays and musicals during practice) and began singing.  He sang his own tune suggesting that the crowd get sexy with Melcher and tear off all his clothing.  Needing little encouragement, the hordes of women stripped every garment from his body.  When he finally was able to stand back up, he found himself only to be wearing a wide array of lipsticks and quickly moved the scroll he was holding to cover his nakedness.  As the dazed surveyed the situation, he knew that he had been defeated!  Rampart was caught firmly in Storm’s grasp as the half-Ogre Magi continued his attempts to break one of the Minotaur’s horns off while almost half of the dancing girls lay unconscious.With a wide smile, Rayna moved forward to swipe the scroll from Melcher’s grasp.  As she unfurled it, she found that it was full of minute black beads and contained no writing.  While trying to balance the paper as to not spill the beads, it formed a black featureless face that began to rise an inch or so into the air.  “Melcher and Rampart are but pawns in my game,” it spoke in an eerie and breathy voice.“600 hundred rats containing my own special form of the plague currently lie dormant in the city’s sewers.  By my calculations, if they were to be released, and you were to enlist the aid of all of available clerics on the continent of Avrick, you would lose nearly one third of the population of Tronus!  Unless you are willing to gamble with the lives of those that you are charged to protect…you must bring back the Eye of Zorm within one week.”The face paused and the group gathered closer to shelter the view from the surrounding populous.“And if I should happen to find that either Melcher or Rampart are killed, then I will release the rats immediately!”With that, the face fell back down to the paper as the beads began spilling off the page.  Storm broke his hold on the Minotaur and gave them all a sharp look that they had best leave the city quickly, or they would all be finding out what would happen if Melcher or Rampart were found dead.Once the streets had been cleared Azerot turned to the others and with a puzzled look asked, “What is the Eye of Zorm?”</blockquote>

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