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Post by The Rocketmen on May 4, 2022 14:05:28 GMT -5
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Kierkan, with a hand around his neck, as he is being juggled between our heroes, stops and considers what is happening, his hand fighting to maintain the symbol.
Kierkan: "You can see it, you can feel it. The Happenings are here, all around us. It's why you all desperately pull at me, at my items, at anything you think can help, and you can't help yourself. You'll never be able to help yourselves. Fine then. Give in to the Happening. Take it."
Kierkan releases control of the trinket, and then sits down on the ground. A wicked smirk comes across his face. He points to the corner, by the casks, the dust disturbed on the ground in front of it.
Kierkan: "There. Fear it or eat it. You will inhale it's embers and be consumed. We are all consumed."
Blurgle holds the trinket.
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Post by Team GAP on May 4, 2022 21:59:31 GMT -5
Blurgle uses his trident to move the casks
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Post by The Rocketmen on May 5, 2022 22:34:04 GMT -5
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Kierkan watches Blurgle continue to point the trinket at the casks, over and over, and nothing happens.
Kierkan wants to tell Blurgle he's an idiot. Kierkan fears he will be choked again.
Kierkan says nothing. Kierkan watches Blurgle attempt whatever it is he thinks he's attempting.
Kierkan is silent.
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Post by Team GAP on May 6, 2022 9:34:00 GMT -5
Blurgle uses his trident to poke a hole in the top of one cask. Blurgle sniffs the cask.
Blurgle: you know instead of just watching me.. you could just tell me what i need to do..
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Post by The Rocketmen on May 9, 2022 13:22:28 GMT -5
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Blurgle pokes around, mocks Kierkan, but the man continues to lay low in the corner of the room, tending to a minor scratch on his face. His breathing is quick and short, and it's clear there is some fear in his eyes.
Blurgle continues to look around, poking at a cask, and that is when the shelving it sits upon moves, in the same location that the dust was disturbed on the ground. Kierkan's breaths get shorter, quicker, while a game of hot and cold unfolds in front of him, and he reaches into his pocket to retrieve the trinket that is not there.
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Post by Team GAP on May 10, 2022 21:47:42 GMT -5
Blurgle: i saaaaaaaaid... stop playing with yourself.
Blurgle moves the shelf and looks for a way to use the trinket.
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Post by The Mighty Ducks on May 26, 2022 13:16:58 GMT -5
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Post by The Rocketmen on May 27, 2022 11:31:43 GMT -5
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Down the flight of stairs they moved. Jif lit a torch to offer as much as light as possible, but the darkness was a hungry place, swallowing much of the light, and showing no more than the few steps in front of them as down they went, further and further into the cold and damp underground tunnels of Castle Alaric.
Once they reached the flat floor, they continued, though it felt like a maze, each ancient wall flaking it's hundreds-year-old paint, and in the silence there was a drip and a scent. They reached a door, but before they could open it, the handle jerked and Kierkan fell back in fear, gripping to the symbol of his God, Deneir.
Out it swung, and there stood Druzil, an imp from the lower planes, swinging his poisonous tale wickedly at the heroes.
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Post by Team GAP on May 27, 2022 22:40:32 GMT -5
Blugle: hello little baby... little demon baby... i got this..
Blurgle shows his trinket.
Blurgle: now allow us passage. Step aside.
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Post by The Rocketmen on Jun 2, 2022 11:40:49 GMT -5
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Druzil eyed the fish man, man fish? mish? Druzil eyed Blurgle. He stared curiously at him as whatever Blurgle is approached the imp.
Blurgle: "Hello little baby, little demon baby."
The others try to warn Blurgle, but he ignores them, feeling in full control.
Blurgle, whispering to his friends: "I got this."
Blurgle turns his attention back to Druzil, and flashes the pendent.
Blurgle: "A-ha! Now, allow us passage. Step aside!"
Druzil continued to stare at the pendent, then looked from it to Blurgle, before whipping his tail around and stabbing Druzil in the wrist causing him to drop the pendant in the darkness.
Kierkan: "The pendant!" And he dove to the ground into the dark to scramble around for the item.
Blurgle backed away slowly, feeling the sting in his wrist. He looked down to investigate it to see a small puncture wound and felt his arm grow heavy.
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Post by Team GAP on Jun 2, 2022 12:06:20 GMT -5
Blurgle doesnt appreciate the stinging hand. Blurgle takes his trident and stabs the demon baby. As the demon baby squeals in pain. Blurgles hand feels heavier than it did even seconds before and blurgle pulls his trident back and asks for medical help. Blurgle feels dizzy and faints while grasping tightly to his trident.
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Post by The Mighty Ducks on Jun 9, 2022 9:21:05 GMT -5
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Jun 9, 2022 10:38:15 GMT -5
*Arthur helps Kierkan look for the pendant*
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Post by Team GAP on Jun 9, 2022 11:02:58 GMT -5
Blurgle is still unconscious cause nobody is helping him.... will blurgle die? Will blurgle recover... tune in next time when we hear arthur say " why is there a fork in my leg"
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Post by The Rocketmen on Jun 13, 2022 9:40:30 GMT -5
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Blurgle is stung by the imp. Jif quickly rushes to his aid as the poison starts to set in and begins sucking on his arm and spitting to the side. Jif can feel his own tongue getting numb, but paid no attention to it, and soon the feeling began to return to Blurgle's digits.
The imp hissed and flew into the darkness beyond. Blurgle takes aim at what little remains of the beast's shadow and throws his trident, but it strikes the concrete wall and nothing else. The imp seemed to have disappeared.
Arthur crawled along the floor to assist Kierkan Rufo, who was panicking, searching for the pendant.
Kierkan: "It's here, it must be!"
It was then that Arthur's fingers brushed against something that rolled and gave off a twinkling sound as it's smooth edges rolled across the dirty and debris on the floor. When Arthur held it up, his foot nudged another part - a cap.
Kierkan rushed over to look at it, and the words slipped from his mouth. Words he had never spoken before but had read in books long ago in his studies at Castle Alaric. Books that spoke of the great battle of their God, Deneir.
"Benne Tellemara," he said, then looked at the others and quickly translated his fearful whisper. "The Chaos Curse."
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