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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4304868" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Turn 18. “Nothing better than a good old sausage in you.”</p><p></p><p>The Sinister Secret of Whiterock.</p><p></p><p>Everybody, suddenly, takes the strain. The bewildered Paladin is eventually hauled up, back into the waiting arms of Grungarak, who is hanging onto the end of the chain with one hand- like he was born to it.</p><p></p><p>“Went a bit dizzy there”, Cestode explains, “still no harm done.”</p><p>Cestode is as pale as a sheet, almost glowing- spectral.</p><p></p><p>“Hold on.” Grungarak grunts, and begins to push and pull on the chain. The pendulum swings.</p><p></p><p>“Wheeeeeeeee.” Cestode declares, and gurns.</p><p></p><p>FLOP</p><p></p><p>The Half-Orc leaps, and lands, turns and braces himself- pulling as hard as he can, the pendulum swings back and away, and is suddenly arrested in its progress as Grungarak stops it dead.</p><p></p><p>“URK.”</p><p></p><p>The other end of the rope that’s attached to the Half-Orc passes through one of the giant links on the chain and then encircles Cestode’s waste. The Dwarf is momentarily crushed and slammed into the chain.</p><p></p><p>“This was not supposed to happen.” He’s certain.</p><p></p><p>Grungarak unties the rope and lets it flop onto the ledge, “don’t go away”, he declares and heads off.</p><p></p><p>Cestode waves his thanks. </p><p></p><p>A set of stairs leads up into the dark, Grungarak draws his axe and pads up them and into a large chamber, lit with a soft, gloomy light, radiating from overgrown, giant mushrooms. The floor is covered in a thick carpet of rotting humus, the air stinks of stagnant water and decay. </p><p></p><p>Near the southwest corner is a stone spiral staircase that ascends into darkness. At the far end of the room is a pair of golden doors, overgrown with thick roots.</p><p></p><p>Grungarak cautiously enters, from behind him he can hear the ongoing conversation.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know where he is.”</p><p>“Well where’d he go?” Gina asks the obvious.</p><p>“I said I don’t know. I’m a bit- dizzy.” Cestode replies.</p><p>“Be brave Cestode.” This time its Twiglet’s voice.</p><p>“Yes. I’ll try. Probably.”</p><p></p><p>The Half-Orc creeps on, the chamber is ancient, there are bones on the floor, animals, humanoids, Orcs- he smiles.</p><p></p><p>The spiral stair heads up into darkness, he sniffs the air- there’s an animal scent, filth and rot, it’s coming from above. He moves on towards the door, and is almost caught.</p><p></p><p>Like lightning a vine, one of the myriad that snake through the chamber, lashes at him, set to catch his leg, he dances, to the side and back, another vine, another, the vines reach out to grab him- but he’s away, moving backwards, dancing still till… </p><p></p><p>THUMP</p><p></p><p>His back’s against the wall, ahead of him, on the door, sinuous liana’s wind and coil, creep out, reach out- trying to grasp him.</p><p></p><p>He’s back at the ledge in less than thirty seconds.</p><p></p><p>“We need to find another way down.” He calls across, the Dwarf now back to his senses nods.</p><p></p><p>Two minutes later the pair are back up top, and off the chain.</p><p></p><p>“Nope. Moradin has assured me, as if in a dream, that we should have taken the first door, the first path… the righteous path, as I stated earlier, Twiglet… Twiggy, there’s no shame- you tried.”</p><p></p><p>It goes quiet for a bit- Twiglet looks crestfallen.</p><p></p><p>“Onwards.” Cestode marches off, back up the stairs.</p><p></p><p>They follow on, and back into the first chamber, with the as yet unexplored passage heading south, Cestode is almost at the end of the passage.</p><p>“There’s a door, onward Moradin’s soldiers, marching as to war, with the hammer of Moradin going on before…” he states and then sings.</p><p>“Wait.” Gina calls to him.</p><p>“What is it now?”</p><p>“We need a Rogue.”</p><p>“What?”</p><p>“A Rogue.”</p><p>“We have no need of pilfering vagabonds, miscreants and ne’er-do-wells, we...”</p><p>“To find any traps that lie ahead.” Gina adds.</p><p></p><p>“Good idea, I think I suggested it earlier.” Cestode confirms.</p><p>“Then we’ll go and get one, back at the Inn, there’s a few shifty looking critters in there, bound to be one… me and Grungarak.”</p><p>Grungarak looks surprised, shrugs. Gina winks at Twiglet, who winks back.</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps I can be of assistance…” Cestode starts, but they’re gone, “right, spot of lunch- what’ve you got? I’ve got sausages, nothing better than a good old sausage in you, eh? Twiglet?”</p><p>Twiglet blushes furiously.</p><p>“Are you hot, we could take a step outside my trusty comrade in arms- once round the Monolith?”</p><p>Twiglet shakes his head.</p><p>“Glad of that- hate exercise, abhor it, rolling around, pumping, jiggling- sweating, profusely mind, not for me. A pie, now that’s exercise.”</p><p>Twiglet nods.</p><p>“I’ve had some great pies in my time, steak & kidley, mince & bunion, my mum…” Cestode suddenly has no where to go, his eyes glisten.</p><p></p><p>Twiglet nods.</p><p></p><p>“Glad we had this chat.” Cestode mutters and shuffles over to the exit, “I’ll make sure the monolith’s alright, find something to guard.” He heads up to wipe his eyes.</p><p></p><p>Twiglet takes a breath, her first one for ages.</p><p></p><p>And there endeth session 3 of actual game play.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 4304868, member: 16069"] Turn 18. “Nothing better than a good old sausage in you.” The Sinister Secret of Whiterock. Everybody, suddenly, takes the strain. The bewildered Paladin is eventually hauled up, back into the waiting arms of Grungarak, who is hanging onto the end of the chain with one hand- like he was born to it. “Went a bit dizzy there”, Cestode explains, “still no harm done.” Cestode is as pale as a sheet, almost glowing- spectral. “Hold on.” Grungarak grunts, and begins to push and pull on the chain. The pendulum swings. “Wheeeeeeeee.” Cestode declares, and gurns. FLOP The Half-Orc leaps, and lands, turns and braces himself- pulling as hard as he can, the pendulum swings back and away, and is suddenly arrested in its progress as Grungarak stops it dead. “URK.” The other end of the rope that’s attached to the Half-Orc passes through one of the giant links on the chain and then encircles Cestode’s waste. The Dwarf is momentarily crushed and slammed into the chain. “This was not supposed to happen.” He’s certain. Grungarak unties the rope and lets it flop onto the ledge, “don’t go away”, he declares and heads off. Cestode waves his thanks. A set of stairs leads up into the dark, Grungarak draws his axe and pads up them and into a large chamber, lit with a soft, gloomy light, radiating from overgrown, giant mushrooms. The floor is covered in a thick carpet of rotting humus, the air stinks of stagnant water and decay. Near the southwest corner is a stone spiral staircase that ascends into darkness. At the far end of the room is a pair of golden doors, overgrown with thick roots. Grungarak cautiously enters, from behind him he can hear the ongoing conversation. “I don’t know where he is.” “Well where’d he go?” Gina asks the obvious. “I said I don’t know. I’m a bit- dizzy.” Cestode replies. “Be brave Cestode.” This time its Twiglet’s voice. “Yes. I’ll try. Probably.” The Half-Orc creeps on, the chamber is ancient, there are bones on the floor, animals, humanoids, Orcs- he smiles. The spiral stair heads up into darkness, he sniffs the air- there’s an animal scent, filth and rot, it’s coming from above. He moves on towards the door, and is almost caught. Like lightning a vine, one of the myriad that snake through the chamber, lashes at him, set to catch his leg, he dances, to the side and back, another vine, another, the vines reach out to grab him- but he’s away, moving backwards, dancing still till… THUMP His back’s against the wall, ahead of him, on the door, sinuous liana’s wind and coil, creep out, reach out- trying to grasp him. He’s back at the ledge in less than thirty seconds. “We need to find another way down.” He calls across, the Dwarf now back to his senses nods. Two minutes later the pair are back up top, and off the chain. “Nope. Moradin has assured me, as if in a dream, that we should have taken the first door, the first path… the righteous path, as I stated earlier, Twiglet… Twiggy, there’s no shame- you tried.” It goes quiet for a bit- Twiglet looks crestfallen. “Onwards.” Cestode marches off, back up the stairs. They follow on, and back into the first chamber, with the as yet unexplored passage heading south, Cestode is almost at the end of the passage. “There’s a door, onward Moradin’s soldiers, marching as to war, with the hammer of Moradin going on before…” he states and then sings. “Wait.” Gina calls to him. “What is it now?” “We need a Rogue.” “What?” “A Rogue.” “We have no need of pilfering vagabonds, miscreants and ne’er-do-wells, we...” “To find any traps that lie ahead.” Gina adds. “Good idea, I think I suggested it earlier.” Cestode confirms. “Then we’ll go and get one, back at the Inn, there’s a few shifty looking critters in there, bound to be one… me and Grungarak.” Grungarak looks surprised, shrugs. Gina winks at Twiglet, who winks back. “Perhaps I can be of assistance…” Cestode starts, but they’re gone, “right, spot of lunch- what’ve you got? I’ve got sausages, nothing better than a good old sausage in you, eh? Twiglet?” Twiglet blushes furiously. “Are you hot, we could take a step outside my trusty comrade in arms- once round the Monolith?” Twiglet shakes his head. “Glad of that- hate exercise, abhor it, rolling around, pumping, jiggling- sweating, profusely mind, not for me. A pie, now that’s exercise.” Twiglet nods. “I’ve had some great pies in my time, steak & kidley, mince & bunion, my mum…” Cestode suddenly has no where to go, his eyes glisten. Twiglet nods. “Glad we had this chat.” Cestode mutters and shuffles over to the exit, “I’ll make sure the monolith’s alright, find something to guard.” He heads up to wipe his eyes. Twiglet takes a breath, her first one for ages. And there endeth session 3 of actual game play. [/QUOTE]
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