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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1226695" data-attributes="member: 1210">Sybele's Interrogation TechniqueWARNING: Mature (er, well maybe immature) content enclosed.  Don’t look if you’re offended by... well, if you’re easily offended.The party waits for the mazed elemental to return.  Suddenly, a troll walks partway into the room.  It notices the party and grunts in surprise, stopping.  Its slow brain gradually interprets the threat facing it, but by the time it’s really comprehended the fact that a band of adventurers are in front of it, Angelfire’s hit it with a mind blast.  Groaning, the stupid creature slumps down to the ground drooling.  Our heroes aren’t too concerned that the troll might be a threat; indeed, it seems likely that they could give it a couple of free rounds and take it down blindfolded.  They keep it covered with weapons while the large archer Sybele starts questioning it.*“So where does Felenga hang out?” she asks sweetly, placing her hand on the troll’s thigh.  “Uh?” it grunts back.  “Er, me no know.”  It squirms, watching the array of weapons pointed in its general direction by the rest of the group.“Well, let’s put it this way,” Sybele says.  “If you help us, we’ll let you go.  If you don’t, we’ll kill you.”  She’s running her hand up and down the confused troll’s leg, and he’s clearly becoming aroused.  Horbin walks away, a little disturbed and strangely reminded of a certain whale he knew long ago.  Sybele continues her interrogation, playing with the helpless- and by now, completely confused- troll’s thingie** while she coos at it for information.Soon enough, the party learn that the main villains of the place other than Felenga seem to be a group of individuals called the Triad.  The troll is both stupid and ignorant, but it knows that their main headquarters is not actually in the Temple of Elemental Evil; it’s actually at a place called Crater Ridge, in an abandoned mining complex.“What about the troll?” asks Lester.“He helped us out.  Let’s let him go,” Sybele says.“He’ll let others know we’re here,” Orbius points out.“They probably already know, and if not they will soon,” Sybele answers, which Orbius has to admit is probably true.  So they let the troll escape, Sybele first warning him not to mess with them again.  The troll- his name is Luubrig- shambles out of the central chamber the party is within, and off to one of the cleared chambers.  A few dirty hill giants are in there, but he doesn’t care.  He roars at one that sits on his pile of gravel and it grunts and moves over for him.  Luubrig throws himself down into his pile and rubs his body against it, agitated, aroused and confused.  He can’t shaked the image of the big human from his mind.  Luubrig want her, the troll thinks to himself.  Luubrig must have!  But he knows that with her companions, they are too much for him.  They hurt poor head, Luubrig groans inwardly.  Head weak.  Body strong, but head weak.  And they know fire, the red one like fire!  Bad, bad!Must get her alone.***Meanwhile, the elemental returns from its maze and is easily dispatched, though it smashes Sybele with an awesome blow.  Our heroes debate their next move.  “We’re in the wrong place,” Lester opines.  “We should check out this Crater Ridge Mine place.”“Hey, I’ve been there,” Horbin exclaims.***   “I once infiltrated that place!  There were a lot of arrow slits.” “Well, in any event, we’re in the wrong place right now, right?” says the L.  “So let’s go back to Var and do some more divinations and stuff.  Maybe we can narrow down the search.”Our heroes depart.  Moments later, a lovesick troll sniffs into the room.  He looks around mournfully for any sign of his beloved.  All he can find are a few sprays of her blood.  Ahh, the smell!  Ahh, the taste!  He laps it up with his rough black tongue, aroused again.  He will have her.  He will.  She wants him, he knows it. *Remember, Thrush is babysitting the kids back at the castle.**That’s right, its thingie.  You know what I’m talking about.***From just before <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=18750" target="_blank">my old story hour.</a>  The initial post of that thread mentions some of this as back story.Next  Time: Jezebel’s in trouble!</blockquote>

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