<Zagnar>: Whispers. "Not I, I might screw it up. Remember the skeleton. Its all you Random, plus you are bard and the speaker. Go for it. Under stressful situations I'm more like a fainting goat." Holds Winip steady when he looks like he might fall over.
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Post by marionarsis on Sept 16, 2016 15:03:09 GMT -5
"Very well, I will do it." Random gathered himself, and recalling what he'd learned about demons, he decided he couldn't be his normal, ebullient self. No, it would have to be a straight forward, to the point, answer that contained no fluff. Thus decided, he turned and faced Michella.
"Our answer to your riddle is ... Clouds."
Random found himself holding his breath, breathing not under the gaze of the dreaded Michella.
Michella clinches her hands into fists and bellows her rage, the small tunnel filling with the reverberations of her anguish; flames shoot out of her ears, and brimstone cascades from her nostrils. She sends a fist through the ceiling of the tunnel, and as rocks and debris tumble down, she points an accusing finger at Random, the tip of one long claw a scant inch from the bard's nose.
"Darksmoke told you that! Darksmoke told you that! Cheater! Cheater!" This she repeats over and over as massive left and right fists slam holes in the tunnel's ceiling. Her rage is unbridled and unconcealed.
"She's going to bring the tunnel down on us all!" Rochin del Graz shouts over the din of the demon's roar and falling debris. He rushes to the massive rock, and pushes, but the lone obstacle standing in your way doesn't budge.
Post by marionarsis on Sept 17, 2016 21:09:59 GMT -5
His eyes crossed, focusing on the demon's fingertip in front of his nose. "Yabbada, dabbada, mabbada." Reduced to a babbling mess, he pulled himself out of it, as Michella began wrecking the tunnel. He threw his not-so-ample strength against the boulder, standing alongside Zagnar and Rochin. "Push! Push!"
Zagnar and Random leapt to aid Rochin, and with the trio's combined strength at work the rock began to move. An inch, three inches, six inches, enough space for them to slither through and win their freedom. But would Michella allow it, or would the party be double-crossed by the demoness?
She vented her rage, laying waste to the walls and ceiling. Soon, the tunnel would collapse, burying everyone. Winip, perhaps delirious from his injuries--he did bang his head in the fall--perhaps feeling the need to sacrifice himself so the party could escape, did the unimaginable, the unthinkable, and the rather untidy by flinging his own vile vomit on the murderous Michella.
The sounds of destruction ceased instantly. Rocks stopped falling, debris stopped spiraling down. Total silence. A moment frozen in time, Michella looked at the elf's puke slung on her kneecap. She then looked at Winip in stunned surprise. "What the...Come here, you!"
She grabbed Winip by the throat and lifted him up to meet her steely gaze. Winip, whose CON was at 1, thankfully, mercifully died instantly in Michella's big, meaty, powerful hand as she unwittingly strangled him. He wouldn't be conscious, alive, or aware what she did to him afterward, which is a good thing. But for the historians and the curious, the head was the first to go, bitten off in her mouth and spat against one wall. Then, the arms, the legs... the gore, the blood. Too unpleasant to describe.
For Zagnar, Random, and Rochin their means of escape was at hand. Looking through the aperture they could see the mountainside's lush green trees sloping downward, feel a warm breeze on their faces, see the sun was high in a beautiful blue sky. Outside the mountain, it seemed to be a perfect day. Inside the mountain, well, that was another story.
Post by marionarsis on Sept 18, 2016 13:37:26 GMT -5
Random didn't look Exits in the mouth. Or whatever that saying is. Not wasting a moment, he dove through the opening ... <and hopefully> to safety, leaving the bloody halls of Darksmoke's realm behind him forever. If outside, he begins fumbling about for the green-baubled necklace, to use.
<Zagnar>: I too moved out of the exit as fast as my short dwarf legs could carry me. This is one of those times when every one is running and the short fat dwarf passes and outruns the rest of the group.
It really sucked that Winip had to sacrifice himself when he was so close to escaping. Another good friend lost who would never be forgotten.
Once outside and safe we gather together to see what Random will do next with the green-baubled necklace.
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The trio of survivors flee the immediate surrounds of Darksmoke Mountain. Zagnar, with a burst of energy, outpaces Random and the group's sword-for-hire, Rochin del Graz. When they're thirty yards from the exit, they hear the tunnel collapse, and glancing over one shoulder see a pile of rubble and dust billowing up where they were standing moments ago, answering Michella's riddle.
Safe, for the time being, Random withdraws the green-baubled necklace to signal Broadaxe, the coachman who'd dropped them off at the base of the mountain, near a long staircase.
Recalling Broadaxe's instruction, to find an open space to signal him, the group begins searching. But an open space up here, on a tree-saturated mountainside, isn't easy to find. Too, attempting to locate the staircase is impossible. The trio simply doesn't know where they are on the mountain in relation to the staircase.
So they explore. And soon a familiar form materializes in front of them...
Outwardly appearing to be friendly, the party knows the satyr is anything but. The satyr has come to collect its payment. "You've won for me the Stuff of Dreams? Or shall I have you wander this mountainside until you starve to death?"
* * * * *
On wandering...Winip's soulstuff wanders an endless plain. At times it rains in this desolate land, but most of the time it's a bleak, cloudy gray. No, it's not England, but the Valley of Death, where the dead wander, perhaps for eternity, perhaps until some unknown debt is paid. Whatever the case may be, Winip's adventure ends here.
Post by marionarsis on Sept 19, 2016 17:39:25 GMT -5
Random quickly hands over the key containing the Stuff of Dreams. "Perhaps, since we've obtained for you the object you seek, you can direct us on a clear spot of land, where we can summon our coachman, to take us away from here?" He didn't want to push his luck, but he felt he had to ask, "Or better yet, you can tell us where to find the top of the staircase, where we first had the pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir satyr."