Lazybones
Adventurer
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Story update: here it is!
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Book IV, Part 12
In a vast cavern deep under the surface of Toril, the companions found themselves only a heartbeat from being set upon by a small horde of ferocious “deep bears,” or quaggoths as they were known in the Underdark.
“Wait!” Cal said, his voice echoing through the cavern with that single word. He edged forward, moving past Lok to face the quaggoth leader. The quaggoths tensed at his movement, but it was difficult for the deep bears to take the gnome as a serious threat, especially in contrast to his more heavily armed and armored companions. The leader simply looked down at him, his thoughts masked behind its fierce expression.
Cal opened his mouth, but instead of spoken words a haunting melody erupted from his lips, echoing through the huge open space around them. The quaggoths cocked their heads curiously as they listened to the melody, which faded after just a few moments.
“Noble warriors, we did not seek to trespass upon your domain,” he said, and the sounds of his words still seemed to tremor slightly with the afterimage of the notes of his melody.
The quaggoth leader fixed them all with an encompassing glare. “You understand our speech?” he said.
Cal didn’t bother with an explanation of the complex workings of the tongues spell. Instead, he offered a slight flourish. “Indeed, mighty one. As I said, we did not seek intrusion here, only safe passage to our destination. While we do not seek battle, understand that we can… and will… defend ourselves if need be.” Somehow Cal managed to draw himself up with the last statement, and a message that should have been laughable coming from the diminutive gnome seemed nonetheless significant.
A murmur traveled through the ring of quaggoths, and even the leader seemed to regard him in a new light. The tensile power held barely at check within the warriors, however, was not eased, and the encounter still seemed tightly balanced on the razor’s edge.
“What are they saying?” Benzan whispered, for he was not included in the effects of Cal’s spell.
“Quiet,” Dana returned, all too aware that one misstep could unleash the attack.
“You are not our enemies,” Cal went on. “Indeed, we seek only to…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish, for at that moment a pair of quaggoths burst into the chamber from one of the nearby exits. Their agitation was clear in the way that their chests heaved and their nostrils flared as they neared the others, and it was clear as well how that agitation spread quickly among those already gathered. When they spoke, only Cal could understand what was said, but the others could sense the meaning in the reaction of the deep bears.
“The home caves are under attack! The shadow dwarves are raiding, taking captives!”
The assembled quaggoths let out roars of fury and violence that shook the cavern, and the leader spun back around to face the companions. “Betrayers!” he cried, and the quaggoths spun to focus their attention upon the nearest convenient targets of their rage. “You drew us away, so that we would be vulnerable to your allies!”
“No!” Cal cried, throwing words out in a tumble in a last desperate attempt to stop what now seemed inevitable. “We too seek the destruction of the duergar—look upon this dwarf here, one of the urdunnir! If we fight, then your enemies benefit—let us join together instead, and defend your people!”
Cal’s words bought him only a few instants of hesitation, but it was enough for him to invoke another power, called with the undertone of another melody that he suffused to his words. The music did not quell the anger of the quaggoths this time, but the power of the charm that he wrought did seep into the perceptions of the quaggoth leader, turning him aside from the path of confrontation, giving Cal’s desperate plea an echo of plausibility.
“Come, then, and share in the letting of blood!” he cried. To his companions, he turned and let out a blood-curdling cry that promised destruction, and led his warriors back into the tunnel from which the two scouts had emerged.
The companions, caught up in the rush, could not escape. While a number of the quaggoths pushed on ahead with their leader, their superior speed carrying them away, most remained in a close ring around the companions, their mistrust clear in their eyes even as they herded the companions toward a battle that had suddenly become their own.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Benzan said, as Cal hurriedly briefed them on what had happened. Finally, perhaps annoyed at their slow pace, one of the quaggoths bent down and seized up the gnome, carrying him ungently under his arm. A pair likewise flanked Lok and grabbed him by the arms and shoulders, all but dragging the armored genasi along while his legs pumped to keep up. Benzan and Dana, already moving as quickly as their new comrades/captors, needed no aid, but they were closely watched nonetheless.
The tunnel they were following twisted and passed several branches to the sides, but it was not long until they heard the all too familiar sounds of battle coming from somewhere up ahead. The quaggoths carrying Lok and Cal dropped their burdens, and reached for their weapons while their jaws twisted into feral grins of anticipation.
The companions prepared their own weapons as they pressed on toward yet another battle.
Story update: here it is!
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Book IV, Part 12
In a vast cavern deep under the surface of Toril, the companions found themselves only a heartbeat from being set upon by a small horde of ferocious “deep bears,” or quaggoths as they were known in the Underdark.
“Wait!” Cal said, his voice echoing through the cavern with that single word. He edged forward, moving past Lok to face the quaggoth leader. The quaggoths tensed at his movement, but it was difficult for the deep bears to take the gnome as a serious threat, especially in contrast to his more heavily armed and armored companions. The leader simply looked down at him, his thoughts masked behind its fierce expression.
Cal opened his mouth, but instead of spoken words a haunting melody erupted from his lips, echoing through the huge open space around them. The quaggoths cocked their heads curiously as they listened to the melody, which faded after just a few moments.
“Noble warriors, we did not seek to trespass upon your domain,” he said, and the sounds of his words still seemed to tremor slightly with the afterimage of the notes of his melody.
The quaggoth leader fixed them all with an encompassing glare. “You understand our speech?” he said.
Cal didn’t bother with an explanation of the complex workings of the tongues spell. Instead, he offered a slight flourish. “Indeed, mighty one. As I said, we did not seek intrusion here, only safe passage to our destination. While we do not seek battle, understand that we can… and will… defend ourselves if need be.” Somehow Cal managed to draw himself up with the last statement, and a message that should have been laughable coming from the diminutive gnome seemed nonetheless significant.
A murmur traveled through the ring of quaggoths, and even the leader seemed to regard him in a new light. The tensile power held barely at check within the warriors, however, was not eased, and the encounter still seemed tightly balanced on the razor’s edge.
“What are they saying?” Benzan whispered, for he was not included in the effects of Cal’s spell.
“Quiet,” Dana returned, all too aware that one misstep could unleash the attack.
“You are not our enemies,” Cal went on. “Indeed, we seek only to…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish, for at that moment a pair of quaggoths burst into the chamber from one of the nearby exits. Their agitation was clear in the way that their chests heaved and their nostrils flared as they neared the others, and it was clear as well how that agitation spread quickly among those already gathered. When they spoke, only Cal could understand what was said, but the others could sense the meaning in the reaction of the deep bears.
“The home caves are under attack! The shadow dwarves are raiding, taking captives!”
The assembled quaggoths let out roars of fury and violence that shook the cavern, and the leader spun back around to face the companions. “Betrayers!” he cried, and the quaggoths spun to focus their attention upon the nearest convenient targets of their rage. “You drew us away, so that we would be vulnerable to your allies!”
“No!” Cal cried, throwing words out in a tumble in a last desperate attempt to stop what now seemed inevitable. “We too seek the destruction of the duergar—look upon this dwarf here, one of the urdunnir! If we fight, then your enemies benefit—let us join together instead, and defend your people!”
Cal’s words bought him only a few instants of hesitation, but it was enough for him to invoke another power, called with the undertone of another melody that he suffused to his words. The music did not quell the anger of the quaggoths this time, but the power of the charm that he wrought did seep into the perceptions of the quaggoth leader, turning him aside from the path of confrontation, giving Cal’s desperate plea an echo of plausibility.
“Come, then, and share in the letting of blood!” he cried. To his companions, he turned and let out a blood-curdling cry that promised destruction, and led his warriors back into the tunnel from which the two scouts had emerged.
The companions, caught up in the rush, could not escape. While a number of the quaggoths pushed on ahead with their leader, their superior speed carrying them away, most remained in a close ring around the companions, their mistrust clear in their eyes even as they herded the companions toward a battle that had suddenly become their own.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Benzan said, as Cal hurriedly briefed them on what had happened. Finally, perhaps annoyed at their slow pace, one of the quaggoths bent down and seized up the gnome, carrying him ungently under his arm. A pair likewise flanked Lok and grabbed him by the arms and shoulders, all but dragging the armored genasi along while his legs pumped to keep up. Benzan and Dana, already moving as quickly as their new comrades/captors, needed no aid, but they were closely watched nonetheless.
The tunnel they were following twisted and passed several branches to the sides, but it was not long until they heard the all too familiar sounds of battle coming from somewhere up ahead. The quaggoths carrying Lok and Cal dropped their burdens, and reached for their weapons while their jaws twisted into feral grins of anticipation.
The companions prepared their own weapons as they pressed on toward yet another battle.
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