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<blockquote data-quote="Xorn" data-source="post: 4424189" data-attributes="member: 61231"><p>The soft, magical light from Vrax’s staff-spear cast crawling shadows across the entry chamber as the illumination filtered through the thick columns around the exposed pit. There were no rats in the pit now, as they had apparently either managed to climb out, or tunneled their way to escape. Omar spit into the hole, nodding with satisfaction at the wet plop the echoed from the floor ten feet below.</p><p></p><p>“So it looks like tha goblins haven’t come ta check on their guards, yet.” Omar pointed down the south hall to a corpse that was still slumped against the wall.</p><p></p><p>Daichot nodded in agreement with the assessment, and they headed towards the west passage, where Omar had felt there was the most traffic among the exits from the first chamber they had fought in. A soft flame lit the hallway which stretched ahead of them for thirty paces before sharply turning north, set into a sconce at the halfway point. As they got closer, it appeared that the flame was coming from a torch, but there was no sputter or crackle from the flame.</p><p></p><p>“Everburning,” explained Vrax as if it were simply a matter of fact. He passed his clawed hand through the flames without hesitation as he continued. “No heat, doesn’t burn anything, never goes out.”</p><p></p><p>“Does it really burn forever?” asked Percy.</p><p></p><p>“Well, for all intents and purposes, yes. It will burn for the rest of our lifetimes, unless dispelled.”</p><p></p><p>“Well,” suggested the halfing, “in that case I think we should take it.”</p><p></p><p>“But I can already summon a light with a simple cantrip, little one.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, but ya see, I kind of have a knack for getting… separated… sometimes.”</p><p></p><p>Daichot pulled the magical torch out of the sconce and handed it to the halfling abruptly. “Both of you, be quiet.”</p><p></p><p>Percy glared at the tiefling, who was already moving after Omar with long strides, his armor creaking and scraping lightly. The rogue rolled his eyes at the wizard, who looked like he was grinning at him, if Percy was judging his draconian expressions correctly.</p><p></p><p>“Us be quiet!?” he whispered. “Those two sound like a marching army!”</p><p></p><p>Vrax started to chuckle, but the attempt became a true effort as he stifled a fit of coughing into his arm, finally recovering with a rasping gulp of air. Percy slapped his forehead in disbelief at the motley band of klutzes he had fallen into league with. “My mother would be so embarrassed if they knew I was trusting my life to you guys…”</p><p></p><p>As the halfling reached the turn in the passageway, he saw Omar and Daichot trying to creep into a small chamber of worked stone blocks, just like the hall and previous chambers. There was a worn wooden door both in the west and north walls, and a larger set of double doors to the east, plus the corridor leading away to the south that they entered from. Omar was waving Percy over to the door as quietly as he could manage. As the halfling slipped up to stand beside Omar at the north end of the chamber, Omar whispered quietly in his face, and the pungent smell of chewed tobacco leaves made his stomach turn over. A shiver ran down his spine as he fought off an image of Omar drinking from a spittoon.</p><p></p><p>“Dangit, Percy! Listen. What are you doing?”</p><p></p><p>Without opening his eyes, Percy held a finger to his lips, both to silence the dwarf, and to stifle his urge to throw up. Regaining control of himself quickly, he tried to remember what message that breath had carried. Listen! That was it; they needed him to listen at the door. Concentrating on the noises around him, the rogue could hear feint voices from the north. The others had probably heard it as well, but the door looked to be thick oak boards that fit the frame tightly, and presumably didn’t allow much sound through them. He pulled his cowl back far enough to expose his right ear and pressed it softly against the cool surface of the portal, closing his eyes and concentrating.</p><p></p><p>Omar watched patiently as the halfling leaned against the door, and felt his heart skip a beat as his eyes snapped open abruptly, and the halfing yanked his dagger from the sheath on his thigh, holding it in a backwards grip, and point his hand crossbow at the ceiling with his left hand. Omar quickly nodded his head to the door, imploring what the halfling heard.</p><p></p><p>Percy shrugged with a growing smile. “Dunno. Sounds like some kind of mating thing,” he snickered with a juvenile mirth, barely restraining himself from a fit of laughter. The rogue pressed himself into the corner next to the door and waved his dagger forward, inviting Omar to lead the charge.</p><p></p><p>Looking back once to ensure the warlord and wizard were ready, as they nodded to him the dwarf strode heavily into the door, leading his approach with his shield, and crashing into the door with enough force to shudder the frame as the iron hinges squealed to comply with the swinging planks. By the time the door opened wide enough to smack into the interior wall, the dwarf had already sprinted into the middle of the room, identifying targets as he flashed his gaze across the room.</p><p></p><p>There was a large table with chains attached to winches at either side right in the center of the thirty by thirty foot room; a rack, stained from use. A wide corridor was yawning in the west wall, dimly lit by a torch at the end of the thirty foot passage, and lined with barred cells. To the right of the groaning door was a large iron box shaped like a humanoid, which was leaned against the wall and open, lined on the inside with foot-long spikes—an iron maiden. At the southeast corner was a ten foot square cage made from metal poles set into the floor and ceiling, and tables bearing various stained and vicious looking implements were against the northeast corner. Four goblins spun about in surprise as the fighter charged into the chamber, and Omar raced right past the first goblin near the iron maiden as he focused on the largest humanoid in the room, a hobgoblin at best guess.</p><p></p><p>“Percy! That one’s yers!” he roared as he passed the first goblin, and saw two goblins to the left of the big hobgoblin staring at him in panic and surprise. Omar jumped as high as he could, attempting to land on top of the rack table, but quickly realized his jump was going to fall short and held his shield up to absorb most of the impact as he bashed heavily into the oak table, jostling the huge contraption.</p><p></p><p>The rogue sprang into the room easily, quickly identifying the one Omar had tasked him with, and released his crossbow at the beast, but the bolt missed the goblin narrowly, slamming into the table next to Omar with a dull thunk.</p><p></p><p>“Watch it, ye blasted pest!”</p><p></p><p>“My bad!” called Percy, as Daichot stomped into the doorway and found his targets, opting to flank the goblin Percy had attacked from another angle, leaving it nowhere to flee. Before he could swing, the north end of the room exploded with a ferocious and howling burst of flame, and Vrax watched the results of his spell from the doorway. One of the goblins left of the bigger hobgoblin was singed, but the blast had missed its intended target.</p><p></p><p>Quickly the goblins reacted, two of them readying their spears they were carrying, the same jagged tipped weapons they had seen earlier, while the other two both dashed for the tables, where they retrieved crossbows and quickly loaded them.</p><p></p><p>“Charge them!” Roared Daichot, “do not give them space!” The warlord rammed the haft of his axe into the goblin between he and Percy as he ducked just in time to avoid a crossbow missile that careened off the wall in the southwest corner. Another missile clanked off of the dwarf’s shield as he rounded the table, trying to close with the hobgoblin that was retrieving something from the floor.</p><p></p><p>As the goblin between the rogue and warlord assessed the situation, he decided the smaller halfling, who was off-balance after his clumsy crossbow attack, would be easier to get past than the raging tielfling behind him. Thrusting his spear at the short humanoid, he grinned wickedly as the cloaked halfling meekly held up his dagger to try to fend off his spear. Somehow the tip of the weapon missed the stumbling target though, and the off-balance dagger waving turned into a feinting jab that lodged under his armpit.</p><p></p><p>A cry of agony escaped his grisly lips as the halfling twisted the dagger and leveraged him forward, and the goblin spun desperately around the rogue, trying to free his body from the cruel weapon. As if meaning to oblige him, his attacker suddenly yanked the blade free and left the goblin to stumble backwards, smashing painfully into the spikes of the iron maiden that his thrashing had carried him into. A horrified expression took his eyes as he felt the points jabbing into his back, as the halfling grinned at him, the bloody steel of his blade dripping down the small hand that was resting on the lid of the torture device.</p><p></p><p>“Percy the Dragonslayer. That’s who just killed you.”</p><p></p><p>The door slammed shut, but did little to stifle the gurgling screams inside.</p><p></p><p>Omar shoulderblocked one of the crossbow wielding goblins into the corner, foiling its attempt to load the weapon, before bringing his hammer sweeping towards the hobgoblin. The tall humanoid was heavy with a combination and muscle and bulk, and wore a bloodstained apron over dark red leather armor, and a hood which covered his face. Rough leather gloves creaked absently as a smoldering steel poker sprang to life in his grip from a firepit glowing orange with hot coals set into the floor of the torture chamber.</p><p></p><p>Omar’s hammer rang loudly as the haft of the weapon struck the glowing steel rod, and the two of them pushed mightily in a test of strength, both trying to shove the other off balance.</p><p></p><p>“I will skin you alive, dwarf!” rumbled the torturer in a deep voice, a remarkably clean Common tongue.</p><p></p><p>“Ye can try,” was all that Omar offered as he shoved the hobgoblin back successfully and rapidly brought his hammer crashing back into the knee of his adversary. The crunch of the joint was satisfying as Omar twisted the rebounding weapon in the air and readied to strike the falling hobgoblin, but somehow it managed to stay standing, favoring the other leg badly. “Blast ye big bastard! Fall!”</p><p></p><p>Percy dashed across the room as he saw a flash of bright light lance away from the wizard, slamming into the crossbowman in the far corner of the room, past Omar, then strode into the room and unleashed another blast of force, pirouetting the goblin about as it slammed against the wall. Movement down a hallway that extended to the west of the room caught his attention, and he saw a waving hand emerging from the cells that appeared to be closed. Pushing the detail to the back of his mind, Percy ducked quickly as Daichot completed a raging swing of his greataxe overhead, smashing the weapon into the table in the northeast corner as the goblin he was aiming for ducked and ran into the open cell in the south corner of the room.</p><p></p><p>Feeling the rush of blood thundering in his temples, the warlord jerked the weapon free of the table and charged after the goblin, into the cell, clipping the humanoid across the arm as he entered, and the beast slipped through the bars, which were just wide enough for the goblin. Its left arm hanging limply to the side, a rivulet of blood streaming off of the elbow, the goblin sneered as it slammed the cage door shut on the warlord. Daichot had already figured out the goblin’s plan, but it was too late to stop the door. It wasn’t too late, however, to take one more swing.</p><p></p><p>The head of the great weapon caught the goblin just above the left ear, and with a horrendous sound of cleaving bone and intestine, the goblin fell into two separate halves, a gory pool of viscera splashing across the stone floor.</p><p></p><p>Vrax shifted to his right, in front of the iron maiden, unleashing another bolt of force at the goblin he was dueling from range, and the arcane missile exploded violently into the creature, blowing its head clean from its body. Hearing the gurgling, panicked screams of the goblin trying to free himself from the iron maiden, the dragonborn wizard pulled the lid open, hearing the sucking wounds clinging to the spikes as a pool of blood rushed out of the device. He growled viciously into the maiden, then slammed the door shut again. A cold silence claimed the torturous box, and the hobgoblin was left facing Omar and Percy, alone.</p><p></p><p>The crippled torturer tried to feint towards the halfling, but they set upon the tall goblinoid with ruthless efficiency. Omar’s hammer crashed into the hobgoblin’s thigh, then Percy’s dagger stabbed into his back, before the fighter caved in the hobgoblin’s skull with another blow, and Percy slit open the falling hobgoblin’s throat. As the heavy creature toppled to the ground dead, the stink of its arm, cooking in the firepit, prompted Omar to kick the limb out of the coals as he checked that the room was clear.</p><p></p><p>“You know that was my kill, right?”</p><p></p><p>“Nae laddie, that one was due to me hammer.”</p><p></p><p>***************</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xorn, post: 4424189, member: 61231"] The soft, magical light from Vrax’s staff-spear cast crawling shadows across the entry chamber as the illumination filtered through the thick columns around the exposed pit. There were no rats in the pit now, as they had apparently either managed to climb out, or tunneled their way to escape. Omar spit into the hole, nodding with satisfaction at the wet plop the echoed from the floor ten feet below. “So it looks like tha goblins haven’t come ta check on their guards, yet.” Omar pointed down the south hall to a corpse that was still slumped against the wall. Daichot nodded in agreement with the assessment, and they headed towards the west passage, where Omar had felt there was the most traffic among the exits from the first chamber they had fought in. A soft flame lit the hallway which stretched ahead of them for thirty paces before sharply turning north, set into a sconce at the halfway point. As they got closer, it appeared that the flame was coming from a torch, but there was no sputter or crackle from the flame. “Everburning,” explained Vrax as if it were simply a matter of fact. He passed his clawed hand through the flames without hesitation as he continued. “No heat, doesn’t burn anything, never goes out.” “Does it really burn forever?” asked Percy. “Well, for all intents and purposes, yes. It will burn for the rest of our lifetimes, unless dispelled.” “Well,” suggested the halfing, “in that case I think we should take it.” “But I can already summon a light with a simple cantrip, little one.” “Yeah, but ya see, I kind of have a knack for getting… separated… sometimes.” Daichot pulled the magical torch out of the sconce and handed it to the halfling abruptly. “Both of you, be quiet.” Percy glared at the tiefling, who was already moving after Omar with long strides, his armor creaking and scraping lightly. The rogue rolled his eyes at the wizard, who looked like he was grinning at him, if Percy was judging his draconian expressions correctly. “Us be quiet!?” he whispered. “Those two sound like a marching army!” Vrax started to chuckle, but the attempt became a true effort as he stifled a fit of coughing into his arm, finally recovering with a rasping gulp of air. Percy slapped his forehead in disbelief at the motley band of klutzes he had fallen into league with. “My mother would be so embarrassed if they knew I was trusting my life to you guys…” As the halfling reached the turn in the passageway, he saw Omar and Daichot trying to creep into a small chamber of worked stone blocks, just like the hall and previous chambers. There was a worn wooden door both in the west and north walls, and a larger set of double doors to the east, plus the corridor leading away to the south that they entered from. Omar was waving Percy over to the door as quietly as he could manage. As the halfling slipped up to stand beside Omar at the north end of the chamber, Omar whispered quietly in his face, and the pungent smell of chewed tobacco leaves made his stomach turn over. A shiver ran down his spine as he fought off an image of Omar drinking from a spittoon. “Dangit, Percy! Listen. What are you doing?” Without opening his eyes, Percy held a finger to his lips, both to silence the dwarf, and to stifle his urge to throw up. Regaining control of himself quickly, he tried to remember what message that breath had carried. Listen! That was it; they needed him to listen at the door. Concentrating on the noises around him, the rogue could hear feint voices from the north. The others had probably heard it as well, but the door looked to be thick oak boards that fit the frame tightly, and presumably didn’t allow much sound through them. He pulled his cowl back far enough to expose his right ear and pressed it softly against the cool surface of the portal, closing his eyes and concentrating. Omar watched patiently as the halfling leaned against the door, and felt his heart skip a beat as his eyes snapped open abruptly, and the halfing yanked his dagger from the sheath on his thigh, holding it in a backwards grip, and point his hand crossbow at the ceiling with his left hand. Omar quickly nodded his head to the door, imploring what the halfling heard. Percy shrugged with a growing smile. “Dunno. Sounds like some kind of mating thing,” he snickered with a juvenile mirth, barely restraining himself from a fit of laughter. The rogue pressed himself into the corner next to the door and waved his dagger forward, inviting Omar to lead the charge. Looking back once to ensure the warlord and wizard were ready, as they nodded to him the dwarf strode heavily into the door, leading his approach with his shield, and crashing into the door with enough force to shudder the frame as the iron hinges squealed to comply with the swinging planks. By the time the door opened wide enough to smack into the interior wall, the dwarf had already sprinted into the middle of the room, identifying targets as he flashed his gaze across the room. There was a large table with chains attached to winches at either side right in the center of the thirty by thirty foot room; a rack, stained from use. A wide corridor was yawning in the west wall, dimly lit by a torch at the end of the thirty foot passage, and lined with barred cells. To the right of the groaning door was a large iron box shaped like a humanoid, which was leaned against the wall and open, lined on the inside with foot-long spikes—an iron maiden. At the southeast corner was a ten foot square cage made from metal poles set into the floor and ceiling, and tables bearing various stained and vicious looking implements were against the northeast corner. Four goblins spun about in surprise as the fighter charged into the chamber, and Omar raced right past the first goblin near the iron maiden as he focused on the largest humanoid in the room, a hobgoblin at best guess. “Percy! That one’s yers!” he roared as he passed the first goblin, and saw two goblins to the left of the big hobgoblin staring at him in panic and surprise. Omar jumped as high as he could, attempting to land on top of the rack table, but quickly realized his jump was going to fall short and held his shield up to absorb most of the impact as he bashed heavily into the oak table, jostling the huge contraption. The rogue sprang into the room easily, quickly identifying the one Omar had tasked him with, and released his crossbow at the beast, but the bolt missed the goblin narrowly, slamming into the table next to Omar with a dull thunk. “Watch it, ye blasted pest!” “My bad!” called Percy, as Daichot stomped into the doorway and found his targets, opting to flank the goblin Percy had attacked from another angle, leaving it nowhere to flee. Before he could swing, the north end of the room exploded with a ferocious and howling burst of flame, and Vrax watched the results of his spell from the doorway. One of the goblins left of the bigger hobgoblin was singed, but the blast had missed its intended target. Quickly the goblins reacted, two of them readying their spears they were carrying, the same jagged tipped weapons they had seen earlier, while the other two both dashed for the tables, where they retrieved crossbows and quickly loaded them. “Charge them!” Roared Daichot, “do not give them space!” The warlord rammed the haft of his axe into the goblin between he and Percy as he ducked just in time to avoid a crossbow missile that careened off the wall in the southwest corner. Another missile clanked off of the dwarf’s shield as he rounded the table, trying to close with the hobgoblin that was retrieving something from the floor. As the goblin between the rogue and warlord assessed the situation, he decided the smaller halfling, who was off-balance after his clumsy crossbow attack, would be easier to get past than the raging tielfling behind him. Thrusting his spear at the short humanoid, he grinned wickedly as the cloaked halfling meekly held up his dagger to try to fend off his spear. Somehow the tip of the weapon missed the stumbling target though, and the off-balance dagger waving turned into a feinting jab that lodged under his armpit. A cry of agony escaped his grisly lips as the halfling twisted the dagger and leveraged him forward, and the goblin spun desperately around the rogue, trying to free his body from the cruel weapon. As if meaning to oblige him, his attacker suddenly yanked the blade free and left the goblin to stumble backwards, smashing painfully into the spikes of the iron maiden that his thrashing had carried him into. A horrified expression took his eyes as he felt the points jabbing into his back, as the halfling grinned at him, the bloody steel of his blade dripping down the small hand that was resting on the lid of the torture device. “Percy the Dragonslayer. That’s who just killed you.” The door slammed shut, but did little to stifle the gurgling screams inside. Omar shoulderblocked one of the crossbow wielding goblins into the corner, foiling its attempt to load the weapon, before bringing his hammer sweeping towards the hobgoblin. The tall humanoid was heavy with a combination and muscle and bulk, and wore a bloodstained apron over dark red leather armor, and a hood which covered his face. Rough leather gloves creaked absently as a smoldering steel poker sprang to life in his grip from a firepit glowing orange with hot coals set into the floor of the torture chamber. Omar’s hammer rang loudly as the haft of the weapon struck the glowing steel rod, and the two of them pushed mightily in a test of strength, both trying to shove the other off balance. “I will skin you alive, dwarf!” rumbled the torturer in a deep voice, a remarkably clean Common tongue. “Ye can try,” was all that Omar offered as he shoved the hobgoblin back successfully and rapidly brought his hammer crashing back into the knee of his adversary. The crunch of the joint was satisfying as Omar twisted the rebounding weapon in the air and readied to strike the falling hobgoblin, but somehow it managed to stay standing, favoring the other leg badly. “Blast ye big bastard! Fall!” Percy dashed across the room as he saw a flash of bright light lance away from the wizard, slamming into the crossbowman in the far corner of the room, past Omar, then strode into the room and unleashed another blast of force, pirouetting the goblin about as it slammed against the wall. Movement down a hallway that extended to the west of the room caught his attention, and he saw a waving hand emerging from the cells that appeared to be closed. Pushing the detail to the back of his mind, Percy ducked quickly as Daichot completed a raging swing of his greataxe overhead, smashing the weapon into the table in the northeast corner as the goblin he was aiming for ducked and ran into the open cell in the south corner of the room. Feeling the rush of blood thundering in his temples, the warlord jerked the weapon free of the table and charged after the goblin, into the cell, clipping the humanoid across the arm as he entered, and the beast slipped through the bars, which were just wide enough for the goblin. Its left arm hanging limply to the side, a rivulet of blood streaming off of the elbow, the goblin sneered as it slammed the cage door shut on the warlord. Daichot had already figured out the goblin’s plan, but it was too late to stop the door. It wasn’t too late, however, to take one more swing. The head of the great weapon caught the goblin just above the left ear, and with a horrendous sound of cleaving bone and intestine, the goblin fell into two separate halves, a gory pool of viscera splashing across the stone floor. Vrax shifted to his right, in front of the iron maiden, unleashing another bolt of force at the goblin he was dueling from range, and the arcane missile exploded violently into the creature, blowing its head clean from its body. Hearing the gurgling, panicked screams of the goblin trying to free himself from the iron maiden, the dragonborn wizard pulled the lid open, hearing the sucking wounds clinging to the spikes as a pool of blood rushed out of the device. He growled viciously into the maiden, then slammed the door shut again. A cold silence claimed the torturous box, and the hobgoblin was left facing Omar and Percy, alone. The crippled torturer tried to feint towards the halfling, but they set upon the tall goblinoid with ruthless efficiency. Omar’s hammer crashed into the hobgoblin’s thigh, then Percy’s dagger stabbed into his back, before the fighter caved in the hobgoblin’s skull with another blow, and Percy slit open the falling hobgoblin’s throat. As the heavy creature toppled to the ground dead, the stink of its arm, cooking in the firepit, prompted Omar to kick the limb out of the coals as he checked that the room was clear. “You know that was my kill, right?” “Nae laddie, that one was due to me hammer.” *************** [/QUOTE]
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