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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3271407" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Notes – Chapter Thirty – Troglodytes apparently fear flesh?</p><p></p><p> Our small troop marched into the troglodyte complex on the Marshall’s orders. We soon dispatched them all, save one large one and its pet lizard, and their dozen offspring. The lizard soon died, but then the large one disappeared, having last been spotted standing upside down on the ceiling of its room, sniping through its open doorway. </p><p> We searched and searched for him, to no avail. Willow sent forth spiders to feel for his vibrations, but they did not find him before they vanished back into the ether. Belor had inspiration, which I understood. Parents and their offspring. Offspring seeking the flesh of their parents. He told the apparently empty room that we would execute younglings if he did not appear. Belor brought one in and slit its throat, but there was no reaction. The experiment thus over, I asked Belor not to kill any more because it was apparent from the evidence of the first that he did not care. Plus, I wanted them alive for my research. At least initially. He did not listen, and two more young corpses joined the first. </p><p> Finally, we all just spread out and waited, hoping whatever magics he had would soon wear off, revealing him. As it turned out, he was revealed, but still well hidden, and it was not until his further magic holding his feet to the ceiling wore off that he appeared before us. Several seconds later, his flesh was no more than rotting on his stinking alabaster bones. </p><p> We had much more to explore, so we decided to leave the younglings here for later experiments. The old one we killed was also so tough that I began to wonder if he’d be a better choice for the whistle. We were about to leave and replug the troglodyte cave when the Marshall suggested we take all the corpses of the adults and pile them up by the door to discourage the young ones from trying to escape. I did not understand why that would make any difference. Why should their parents dead flesh prevent them from leaving. If anything, it would attract them to that area as a tasty source of fresh food. </p><p> “Vincent,” he told me, “some have an aversion to dead flesh, especially the dead flesh of their parents.” This still does not make sense to me. But since I could not see the harm of it, I did not argue further. This bears further investigation. Why would anyone have an aversion to dead flesh, particularly when that flesh is so well known and revered? </p><p></p><p> Notes – Chapter Thirty-One – The Glitterhame </p><p></p><p> Such a thing of beauty. So lovely in shape and form, and how the light glitters off of it. Such was my admiration of my alabaster friends as I healed them from their prior battles and polished their bones. In the meanwhile, my research assistants began to explore the huge cavern we saw earlier that was filled with shiny, glistening, multi-colored minerals that made the whole ceiling look like it was built out of the fiber spun from a million tiny rainbows. </p><p> At the far end of the cavern was a locked iron door. There were also further passages north and south. The south passage led to back to the small stream and then down a waterfall to another level below us. The passage to the northeast led to a ledge containing the remains of those who did not survive the pair of gricks we found in its entrance, and subsequently killed before they ate Belor. </p><p> To the northwest, we found the remaining cave on this level, which contained two more soon-to-be-dead troglodytes and a black bear in a cage. Willow quickly befriended the poor animal, and then we released it out of a tunnel here that appeared to lead to the surface. Nearby we found two corpses covered in yellow mold, mold Willow warned us to avoid. One of them had a gleaming bastard sword with the mark of Durgeddin on it. I quickly discerned that it was magical and we added it to our spoils. Our avenues thus exhausted, we returned to the large iron door. </p><p></p><p> Notes – Chapter Thirty-Two – Iron Door – Iron Dwarves</p><p></p><p> Belor, with much effort, managed to pick the difficult lock on the door and we found stairs on the other side of it. The stairs led up to a large octagonal room that held three metal statues of dwarves, one with two axes, two with one axe, standing before two doors. We quickly discerned that opening the doors led the axes to swing down and slice into the flesh of whomever was standing within their great reach. We also determined that both of the doors led nowhere. Which did not matter, because a third door hidden in the east wall led to Durggedin’s main throne room. </p><p> Our approach was well known, perhaps because of the magic mouth that shouted “intruders!’ as soon as we approached the room. Another live voice soon followed, warning us, “Go back the way you came! This is the only warning you will get!” </p><p> The Marshall, never impressed by warnings with dire consequences, attempted to parlay with the disembodied voice. The conversation turned bloody when he ordered us all into the room, which was of considerable size. </p><p> Halfway across the stone floor, we still saw nothing, until the nothing became three dwarves of dark complexion and of rather considerable size. They nearly killed Breeze, Willow’s wolf, before two were dispatched. The third then retreated toward the throne, where a fourth appeared to ambush the Marshall and Willow from their pursuit. My alabaster friends were about to make the killing blow when Willow was knocked to the ground! I could feel her life force draining away. Her flesh, weak or not, must not expire! </p><p> My alabaster friends all abandoned their fight and quickly picked her up and carried her to me. Even before she arrived at my feet, my fingers were weaving my most powerful healing magic, ready to bind her wounds and end her suffering, knitting together her flesh. Fortunately, my magic was powerful, and she was well. Some time later, I noticed the fight was over, and the four dwarves, now back to dwarf size, were all dispatched. My research assistants looted their flesh and I continued to knit Willow’s. It was then that I noticed the faint sound of hammer on anvil coming from the south.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3271407, member: 939"] Notes – Chapter Thirty – Troglodytes apparently fear flesh? Our small troop marched into the troglodyte complex on the Marshall’s orders. We soon dispatched them all, save one large one and its pet lizard, and their dozen offspring. The lizard soon died, but then the large one disappeared, having last been spotted standing upside down on the ceiling of its room, sniping through its open doorway. We searched and searched for him, to no avail. Willow sent forth spiders to feel for his vibrations, but they did not find him before they vanished back into the ether. Belor had inspiration, which I understood. Parents and their offspring. Offspring seeking the flesh of their parents. He told the apparently empty room that we would execute younglings if he did not appear. Belor brought one in and slit its throat, but there was no reaction. The experiment thus over, I asked Belor not to kill any more because it was apparent from the evidence of the first that he did not care. Plus, I wanted them alive for my research. At least initially. He did not listen, and two more young corpses joined the first. Finally, we all just spread out and waited, hoping whatever magics he had would soon wear off, revealing him. As it turned out, he was revealed, but still well hidden, and it was not until his further magic holding his feet to the ceiling wore off that he appeared before us. Several seconds later, his flesh was no more than rotting on his stinking alabaster bones. We had much more to explore, so we decided to leave the younglings here for later experiments. The old one we killed was also so tough that I began to wonder if he’d be a better choice for the whistle. We were about to leave and replug the troglodyte cave when the Marshall suggested we take all the corpses of the adults and pile them up by the door to discourage the young ones from trying to escape. I did not understand why that would make any difference. Why should their parents dead flesh prevent them from leaving. If anything, it would attract them to that area as a tasty source of fresh food. “Vincent,” he told me, “some have an aversion to dead flesh, especially the dead flesh of their parents.” This still does not make sense to me. But since I could not see the harm of it, I did not argue further. This bears further investigation. Why would anyone have an aversion to dead flesh, particularly when that flesh is so well known and revered? Notes – Chapter Thirty-One – The Glitterhame Such a thing of beauty. So lovely in shape and form, and how the light glitters off of it. Such was my admiration of my alabaster friends as I healed them from their prior battles and polished their bones. In the meanwhile, my research assistants began to explore the huge cavern we saw earlier that was filled with shiny, glistening, multi-colored minerals that made the whole ceiling look like it was built out of the fiber spun from a million tiny rainbows. At the far end of the cavern was a locked iron door. There were also further passages north and south. The south passage led to back to the small stream and then down a waterfall to another level below us. The passage to the northeast led to a ledge containing the remains of those who did not survive the pair of gricks we found in its entrance, and subsequently killed before they ate Belor. To the northwest, we found the remaining cave on this level, which contained two more soon-to-be-dead troglodytes and a black bear in a cage. Willow quickly befriended the poor animal, and then we released it out of a tunnel here that appeared to lead to the surface. Nearby we found two corpses covered in yellow mold, mold Willow warned us to avoid. One of them had a gleaming bastard sword with the mark of Durgeddin on it. I quickly discerned that it was magical and we added it to our spoils. Our avenues thus exhausted, we returned to the large iron door. Notes – Chapter Thirty-Two – Iron Door – Iron Dwarves Belor, with much effort, managed to pick the difficult lock on the door and we found stairs on the other side of it. The stairs led up to a large octagonal room that held three metal statues of dwarves, one with two axes, two with one axe, standing before two doors. We quickly discerned that opening the doors led the axes to swing down and slice into the flesh of whomever was standing within their great reach. We also determined that both of the doors led nowhere. Which did not matter, because a third door hidden in the east wall led to Durggedin’s main throne room. Our approach was well known, perhaps because of the magic mouth that shouted “intruders!’ as soon as we approached the room. Another live voice soon followed, warning us, “Go back the way you came! This is the only warning you will get!” The Marshall, never impressed by warnings with dire consequences, attempted to parlay with the disembodied voice. The conversation turned bloody when he ordered us all into the room, which was of considerable size. Halfway across the stone floor, we still saw nothing, until the nothing became three dwarves of dark complexion and of rather considerable size. They nearly killed Breeze, Willow’s wolf, before two were dispatched. The third then retreated toward the throne, where a fourth appeared to ambush the Marshall and Willow from their pursuit. My alabaster friends were about to make the killing blow when Willow was knocked to the ground! I could feel her life force draining away. Her flesh, weak or not, must not expire! My alabaster friends all abandoned their fight and quickly picked her up and carried her to me. Even before she arrived at my feet, my fingers were weaving my most powerful healing magic, ready to bind her wounds and end her suffering, knitting together her flesh. Fortunately, my magic was powerful, and she was well. Some time later, I noticed the fight was over, and the four dwarves, now back to dwarf size, were all dispatched. My research assistants looted their flesh and I continued to knit Willow’s. It was then that I noticed the faint sound of hammer on anvil coming from the south. [/QUOTE]
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