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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 206425" data-attributes="member: 1679">HomecomingHomecomingThe party walked into the Golden Dragon and slammed the door behind them.  Zeebo Farstrider cut off his elvish wailing and equally poorly played zither.  “What in the name of The Mother of Forests happened to you?”The crowd took in their soot covered skin and burned clothing. “An accident at Warlord Zahn’s hall.” Milo said ladonically.“Did anything happen to Zahn?” A well-meaning barfly asked.“Yeah.”  Milo said, white teeth blazing across his black face.  “Us.  Give us three flagons of Gunthur’s Best, a cup of Bloodrose red, our rooms, and stabling for our horse.  And bring our stuff up to our room.”  He tossed a pouch of lose change across the bar.  “Make it fast.”  Terrified servant rushed to do what he said, and soon the NGSPiT were roasting their feet at the fire and their brains with alcohol.“What the hell was Kava?”  Kit asked.Nikki took a sip of her wine.  “I don’t know, and don’t really want to know.  Whatever he was, it scares the crap out of me.  He was all slimy and rubbery, and when he hit… I must have been going fast enough to pulp an ordinary human and he was mostly intact, it was like nothing we did could hurt him.”  She shivered involuntarily.  “I’m going to get some sleep.  I hope.  Goodnight.”  With that, the party dispersed to their room for the night.“… And after destroying his warhall and possibly killing Zahn, we recovered the body of his right hand man, Kava.  Nikki, the body.”  Ladinya said, concluding the rather highly edited summary of their actions in Crayvaenn and beyond.Rudiger chuckled.  “This almost becoming a tradition.”Nikki put the corpse of Kava on the floor and unwrapped the blankets.  With a scream, Zimmer jumped up, pushing back the heavy table and drawing his sword.  Seeing the thing was already dead, he replaced his chair and sat down, apologizing for his actions.  “Sorry about that, ma’am, sir.  The sight of one of those abominations before me just…”“One of what?”  Lelanna Al’Veran demanded.Zimmer paid no attention, his eyes closed as he lapsed back in reminiscence.  “We were on the 5 level of an abandoned Dwarven city, on a routine scouting mission, when we hit one of those thing.  Half of us were stunned before we could draw our weapons.  Warmage Sudiner hit it with a fireball, but the thing just laughed it off, it wasn’t even singed.  Major Bunner, he turned to us and said, ‘Why are you attacking my friend?’  Lieutenant Hardisson, it was his first mission, he was green as a leaf, he runs up to the Major and decks him cold.  Now Stonespeaker Tabrat, he charges it with his mace.  I’ll never forget what happened next.  The thing just reaches out and blam!  They’re both gone, we thought it was the end of that, but the next day we found Simpkins stretched out with a hole in his head and his brains gone.  The after that it showed up and Major Bunner went up and hugged it, that was the end of him. We were three days under, and by the time we hit surface it had got everybody but me and Hardisson.  That thing eliminated an entire squad of the King’s finest without trouble, it was just toying with us.  It could’ve gotten us if it wanted to, but it didn’t.  Those things are the worst creatures I’ve ever met.”  Zimmer shook himself.  “Mindflayers.”“Thank god the Spelunker’s are coming.”  Lelanna said.  “They should be here today.”“There is no should.”  Zimmer said, “Either we’re saved or doomed, the die is cast, but by who’s hands.”</blockquote>

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