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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 3855408" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 155“112 vs. the Girallon or Every Mul Should Know Its Limits”“Logan’s Chin Hair!” the mul curses.  112 has done his best to follow the trail the halflings made.  If not bearing the weight and mass of two adult humans he doubts he could have done so.  Then he comes to a scene that bewilders him.  The grass and small blue ferns are broken down is a scattered pattern.  Looking side to side he can not tell where the halflings went.  He looks up and sees a thick tree branch and wanders if the cannibals went there.  A strange sound is made nearby and he raises his club into the air and prepares for battle.   Nothing.Then the sound again… something between a chirp and a spoken word.  Fearing a halfling attack the mul bears his teeth and lets out a low growl.  Nothing.Then he fears a snarl nearby.  Looking around he sees nothing.   A second snarl…. close by.  He whirls around swinging his great club.  Nothing but air.  Calming to use his other senses in case of an invisible or concealed creature he listens.  Another spoken word but in a language he doesn’t know.  “AAAARRRGH!” he yells in agitation then he spots movement-  a green and yellow bird on a low branch.  It cocks its head at him and opens its beak.  Nearby the sounds of him snarling can be heard.  He looks then it dawns on him.  The bird is making the sounds and psionically projecting them.  He reaches down to pick up a stone to throw at the tricky bird but it flies off as if knowing his intent.“Humph.   Showed him.” and he turns only to see something nearby in the thickets.  Something standing about 8 feet tall with a very large upper body.  “Go away!”  and the ignorant mul begins to walk away.   He begins to look for the best path when he hears a snort.   Turning, the creature is closer now.  Its upper body has four muscular arms.  Blood red eyes look at him.  The creature snorts again.“So the mutated ape wants to play.  Fine.  So be it.”  And 112 shifts his weight to better prepare for the oncoming attack.Whether it was this movement or it was going to attack anyway, the creature roars out a challenge and rushes on two forearms and its hindlegs.  The other two arms reach out to grapple.112 swings poorly and misses as the creature ducks down in mid charge and instead tackles him.  They roll about for a moment then the mul gladiator kicks the large ape off of him.   Before the creature can get up he tries to hit it with his great club but misses.The creature claws and tears into the mul whom screams as all four claws strike and grab.  It renders his body popping a shoulder out of place and tears dense muscle tissue.  Suddenly 112 knows he has met his match.  More in an attempt to drive the creature off of him, he swings wildly twice at the creature.  Twice it hits reeling the creature.  Spitting out a bloody tooth, the creature attacks again.  A savage right cross stuns him, the second swing is blocked by the club, while the next two strikes and the creature’s claws sink between the muscles near the rib cage.  The creature pulls hard and feels the warm wet sensation as the Mul dies being torn in two.and thus I kill yet another PC........</blockquote>

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