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Vincent's Laboratory Notes and Footnotes (Updated December 30, 2007)
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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3227827" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Vincent – Chapter Thirteen – Four more Goblin Corpses – Javelins and Barricades and Dragon (no corpse)</p><p></p><p> Through the room and around a hall we found another barricade with four fresh, still living goblin corpses throwing javelins at us. The Marshall taunted them and drew most of them to him, though they stood behind the barricades still. I sent my lovely, glorious alabaster companions into the room with the others, where they bravely charged the barricade, unconcerned with their own safety, carrying out my will. The others fought them as well. Soon the corpses were not quite so fresh, unmoving, and so I assisted Willow with making sure they found the natural order in this unnatural place. </p><p> Belor, impatient to explore, headed forward, into a great hall with many dragon-shaped columns, and then into a room with a creature to match them. He found Meepo’s lost charge Calcryx. We slowly marched into the room, almost filling it as we surrounded the dragon. I stayed outside, my alabaster beauties providing my own presence by double proxy. Willow shouted to Meepo to come take his steed. Meepo charged in, and the dragon, which was busy feasting on Belor’s blood, let out a piercing roar and jumped on top of Meepo and proceeded to try and gouge his eyes out with its claws. </p><p> For such a small beast (no larger than a cat!) the dragon fought tenaciously before it was surrounded and finally beaten into submission. Such strength! I wondered just how well its flesh would fare as one of my minions! I took many notes on this later. Dragons in life are powerful. In death, undeath, the must be even more so! I wonder if their breath weapon survives the transition? I wonder if their wings, even with decaying or absent flesh, can still take them aloft? I must find out more about dragons and death. There must be more here, with all of these dragon statues. Such as the one which held the key that, in between my laboratory note-taking, I noticed the Marshall took after handing over the dragon to the kobolds. I wonder if that dragon statue is of a real dragon, now long dead? I asked the mute bard, but he said nothing. </p><p> I took more detailed notes into the night while the others mostly slept. My two alabaster friends stood watch all night while we rested in a room generously provided by the kobolds. Such civilized animals, they are. I wonder if they are as good as goblins. I make a note here to ask Willow about that later, for she knows such things better than I. </p><p></p><p> Vincent – Chapter Fourteen – Four Kobolds Freed – One Gnome, We Lead</p><p></p><p> In a room near the javelin room, we found four captive Kobolds, whom we freed, and a captive gnome, who Willow could not tell me if he was good or not. He said he was a cleric and that he had been held for over a year. He explained he was captured from the Old Road by goblins. He also claimed his healing magic kept him alive all this time. </p><p> We asked him about the grove below, and he replied, “I’ve heard the goblins talk about the Twilight Grove down below. There an evil druid called Belak tends an enchanted garden and harvests the enchanted fruit from something the goblins call the Gulthias tree, but only in the most terrified of whispers. The enchanted fruit grows on the Gulthias tree.” </p><p> The Marshall asked him what the fruit’s properties were, and he explained that “the midsummer fruit restores spirit and vigor to those who eat it; the pale midwinter fruit steals the same. Belak allows the goblins to sell the fruit on the surface, but I don’t know why.” </p><p> The Marshall, ever concerned about our reward, asked about the lost human adventurers. Erky told us their names were Sharwyn, Talgen, and Sir Bradford, but that the goblins only kept them with him for about a week before they removed them.” He told us Belak wanted them and that was the last he had heard about it. I glanced at Willow when he made that last comment. Belak is most certainly a druid. </p><p> Thus freed, Erky offered to join us, assisting us in return for his freedom. He said he had healing magic and knew how to fight, so we gave him a goblin morning star and resumed our exploration of the goblins’ lair. </p><p></p><p> Vincent – Chapter Fifteen – Six more Goblin Corpses </p><p></p><p> Belor explored further, beyond the dragon’s room (where apparently the dragon had a small hoard of its own – I only pay attention to such things as they can help fund my research) and found another room with a camp fire and six more goblins. The room, while large, was barely large enough to hold the goblins and every member of our party, including as it does now our original six, my two alabaster minions, and now Erky Timbers. The goblins stood nary a chance against us, and soon we had our fill of them. </p><p> Instead of pausing, Belor pressed on further, and led us down a long hallway to the furthest most reaches of the citadel, opening a door into a tower. Inside we finally saw a group that outnumbered our own. </p><p></p><p> Vincent – Chapter Sixteen – Five Goblin Corpses, Four Hobgoblin Corpses, One Twig Blight Corpse – And the way down</p><p></p><p> The tower we found ourselves opening had a large open pit in the middle of it, covered with vines that looked good for climbing. In one corner was a large throne of stone with a large, muscular hobgoblin seated upon it. To his left was a large potted twig blight, to his right was a goblin of clerical power. And then all around the edges of the room were four more goblins and three more hobgoblins who wasted no time in charging forward to meet us. </p><p> Lord Malachite and Willow were quickly surrounded and overwhelmed, creating great worry in me. As much as my alabaster beauties meant to me, I knew I could always create more. My research had not yet reached the point I could create another Willow. I sent forth my friends and called forth one more from the ether, though his presence would not last long. It did allow me to quickly surround the hobgoblin chief. What I saw next was most impressive. </p><p> The mute bard ran into the room, his spiked chain spinning high above his head. Then he began to play the drums on his back with the chain, bouncing them off in an ever increasing crescendo, with counter-points made with each strike of his chains against the head of a goblin or hobgoblin before they returned to strike his drums. It was a literal song and dance of death and it was mesmerizing. Music of death. I must make further notes in this area. </p><p> One of my alabaster companions took a serious wounding in that combat, creating a wound on my heart as I saw it. I ran into the room and reached out and touched the chief, pulling away some of his life energy as I did so. It tasted good. I will have to sample more of that later. </p><p> The chief went down, but his goblin wench put him right back up with her healing magic. But she was then the last one standing, and so we quickly made mince-meat out of her. </p><p> The battle over, I carefully ran my hands up and down the smooth alabaster white forms of my friends. One looked fine, but the other felt rough and pitted to my touch. His bones were almost smashed through! Rest! We need to rest so I can restore him! I must restore him! His bones tasted so sour! But with just a hint of fungus. I wet my lips.</p><p> Oh, and I briefly note that various items of money and magic were found on the various corpses and in a chest by the throne, but I left those details to the specialists, like Belor. I knew it was good to hire specialists. It leaves me more time to work on my research. </p><p> I took a glance down the pit with the vines, and knew that my research would take us there next.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3227827, member: 939"] Vincent – Chapter Thirteen – Four more Goblin Corpses – Javelins and Barricades and Dragon (no corpse) Through the room and around a hall we found another barricade with four fresh, still living goblin corpses throwing javelins at us. The Marshall taunted them and drew most of them to him, though they stood behind the barricades still. I sent my lovely, glorious alabaster companions into the room with the others, where they bravely charged the barricade, unconcerned with their own safety, carrying out my will. The others fought them as well. Soon the corpses were not quite so fresh, unmoving, and so I assisted Willow with making sure they found the natural order in this unnatural place. Belor, impatient to explore, headed forward, into a great hall with many dragon-shaped columns, and then into a room with a creature to match them. He found Meepo’s lost charge Calcryx. We slowly marched into the room, almost filling it as we surrounded the dragon. I stayed outside, my alabaster beauties providing my own presence by double proxy. Willow shouted to Meepo to come take his steed. Meepo charged in, and the dragon, which was busy feasting on Belor’s blood, let out a piercing roar and jumped on top of Meepo and proceeded to try and gouge his eyes out with its claws. For such a small beast (no larger than a cat!) the dragon fought tenaciously before it was surrounded and finally beaten into submission. Such strength! I wondered just how well its flesh would fare as one of my minions! I took many notes on this later. Dragons in life are powerful. In death, undeath, the must be even more so! I wonder if their breath weapon survives the transition? I wonder if their wings, even with decaying or absent flesh, can still take them aloft? I must find out more about dragons and death. There must be more here, with all of these dragon statues. Such as the one which held the key that, in between my laboratory note-taking, I noticed the Marshall took after handing over the dragon to the kobolds. I wonder if that dragon statue is of a real dragon, now long dead? I asked the mute bard, but he said nothing. I took more detailed notes into the night while the others mostly slept. My two alabaster friends stood watch all night while we rested in a room generously provided by the kobolds. Such civilized animals, they are. I wonder if they are as good as goblins. I make a note here to ask Willow about that later, for she knows such things better than I. Vincent – Chapter Fourteen – Four Kobolds Freed – One Gnome, We Lead In a room near the javelin room, we found four captive Kobolds, whom we freed, and a captive gnome, who Willow could not tell me if he was good or not. He said he was a cleric and that he had been held for over a year. He explained he was captured from the Old Road by goblins. He also claimed his healing magic kept him alive all this time. We asked him about the grove below, and he replied, “I’ve heard the goblins talk about the Twilight Grove down below. There an evil druid called Belak tends an enchanted garden and harvests the enchanted fruit from something the goblins call the Gulthias tree, but only in the most terrified of whispers. The enchanted fruit grows on the Gulthias tree.” The Marshall asked him what the fruit’s properties were, and he explained that “the midsummer fruit restores spirit and vigor to those who eat it; the pale midwinter fruit steals the same. Belak allows the goblins to sell the fruit on the surface, but I don’t know why.” The Marshall, ever concerned about our reward, asked about the lost human adventurers. Erky told us their names were Sharwyn, Talgen, and Sir Bradford, but that the goblins only kept them with him for about a week before they removed them.” He told us Belak wanted them and that was the last he had heard about it. I glanced at Willow when he made that last comment. Belak is most certainly a druid. Thus freed, Erky offered to join us, assisting us in return for his freedom. He said he had healing magic and knew how to fight, so we gave him a goblin morning star and resumed our exploration of the goblins’ lair. Vincent – Chapter Fifteen – Six more Goblin Corpses Belor explored further, beyond the dragon’s room (where apparently the dragon had a small hoard of its own – I only pay attention to such things as they can help fund my research) and found another room with a camp fire and six more goblins. The room, while large, was barely large enough to hold the goblins and every member of our party, including as it does now our original six, my two alabaster minions, and now Erky Timbers. The goblins stood nary a chance against us, and soon we had our fill of them. Instead of pausing, Belor pressed on further, and led us down a long hallway to the furthest most reaches of the citadel, opening a door into a tower. Inside we finally saw a group that outnumbered our own. Vincent – Chapter Sixteen – Five Goblin Corpses, Four Hobgoblin Corpses, One Twig Blight Corpse – And the way down The tower we found ourselves opening had a large open pit in the middle of it, covered with vines that looked good for climbing. In one corner was a large throne of stone with a large, muscular hobgoblin seated upon it. To his left was a large potted twig blight, to his right was a goblin of clerical power. And then all around the edges of the room were four more goblins and three more hobgoblins who wasted no time in charging forward to meet us. Lord Malachite and Willow were quickly surrounded and overwhelmed, creating great worry in me. As much as my alabaster beauties meant to me, I knew I could always create more. My research had not yet reached the point I could create another Willow. I sent forth my friends and called forth one more from the ether, though his presence would not last long. It did allow me to quickly surround the hobgoblin chief. What I saw next was most impressive. The mute bard ran into the room, his spiked chain spinning high above his head. Then he began to play the drums on his back with the chain, bouncing them off in an ever increasing crescendo, with counter-points made with each strike of his chains against the head of a goblin or hobgoblin before they returned to strike his drums. It was a literal song and dance of death and it was mesmerizing. Music of death. I must make further notes in this area. One of my alabaster companions took a serious wounding in that combat, creating a wound on my heart as I saw it. I ran into the room and reached out and touched the chief, pulling away some of his life energy as I did so. It tasted good. I will have to sample more of that later. The chief went down, but his goblin wench put him right back up with her healing magic. But she was then the last one standing, and so we quickly made mince-meat out of her. The battle over, I carefully ran my hands up and down the smooth alabaster white forms of my friends. One looked fine, but the other felt rough and pitted to my touch. His bones were almost smashed through! Rest! We need to rest so I can restore him! I must restore him! His bones tasted so sour! But with just a hint of fungus. I wet my lips. Oh, and I briefly note that various items of money and magic were found on the various corpses and in a chest by the throne, but I left those details to the specialists, like Belor. I knew it was good to hire specialists. It leaves me more time to work on my research. I took a glance down the pit with the vines, and knew that my research would take us there next. [/QUOTE]
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