Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

[Deuce Traveler]

The party travels further down the corridor and using the right hand rule, they push open the first door to the right.

Inside is a 40ft x 30ft room stacked high with boxes, crates and barrels. Most of these containers are stained with suspicious blotches and possess labels faded from time, but which have sketches of food on them. It seems that you have found a long-forgotten food and drink storage room for Tsathzar Rho's forces.

 

[Leif]

Grok, Half-Orc Cleric3, AC 17 HP 27/27

Grok will check a container or two to see if any of the supplies remain usable.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Scrag's nose would be turned up if it didn't droop the way it did. He shakes his, pointing at a box. It would seem the troll thinks the food is likely to be tainted.

 

[Leif]

Grok, Half-Orc Cleric3, AC 17 HP 27/27

Grok smiles at the squeamish troll: "Scrag not tell Grok him got elf stomach? *heh, heh* Some age just add flavor! Or is food wrong in other way?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Scrag grunts and points at the spot where Grok had an alien something or other on him a few minutes ago, then points to Grok's stomach.

 

[Scott DeWar]

John looks back to see scrag and grok, "Scragg, Are you saying that the thing on grok's neck is in his stomach? That you can smell it there?"

 

[Leif]

Grok, Half-Orc Cleric3, AC 17 HP 27/27

Grok's eyes get impossibly big at Scrag's words. John's observation just makes it that much worse. Grok clamps a hand across his mouth and hurries into a corner where he proceeds to hurl most heinously.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Scrag shakes his head and sighs at the non-trolls. He grabs some of the "food" while Grok is retching and points to it, "Bad. Bad food. Bad...place."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

As a barrel is opened, a stench so horrible hits all of your noses that you nearly lose your breakfasts. The strange reddish sludge mixed with ears, bones and organs seeps onto the floor. It is a grotesque mixture that wouldn't be considered food in this reality.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

A weird, convulsive shudder passes through Scrag and mutters, "Bad food," again for emphasis.