Tomb of Xagyg: Solo Dungeon & Dragons Adventure
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Gorman attempts to tilt the urn with the ten-foot pole, and finds it is very heavy, despite the small size. There is the shift and clink of metal-on-metal and metal-on-clay as the urn tilts. When the spider-shaped opening is finally tilted far enough for the light of the torch to shine inside, there is the white flash of metal reflecting back at Gorman and Urlik.
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White flash? Poke the metal with the ten-foot pole to confirm our suspicion that it's electrum.
Kaelik wrote:Because powerful men get away with terrible shit, and even the public domain ones get ignored, and then, when the floodgates open, it turns out there was a goddam flood behind it.
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I did? Fuck.Darth Rabbitt wrote:You already did that one in this LP, and it was terrible then.Shrapnel wrote:Well, that's... urnexpected. AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I kill me.
Anywhy. I second Sly's approach.
I can't be expected to remember or keep track of all the stupid things I say.
Is this wretched demi-bee
Half asleep upon my knee
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric, the half a bee
Half asleep upon my knee
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric, the half a bee
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Room 15
The eastern exit from Room 13 leads to a square 30 foot by 30 foot room. There are three exits, two on the opposite (Eastern) wall, and one to the right (South).
In the center of the room is a throne of stone, with a lectern attached to it upon which is chained a book. You can see little of the man who sits in it, for his head is concealed by a smooth, rounded, open-faced helmet; and his lower face is covered by a large black beard shot through with silver. A jeweled dagger of Dwarvish make is thrust through the sash that binds his black silken robe, upon which is faintly embroided stars, moons, and other symbols. Upon his left hand is a weighty ring, in the shape of a thrice-coiled serpent,
"I have been waiting for you...Gorman," the voice rasps as though the throat had been cut at least once. "Serve me well, and the rewards will be great."
The eastern exit from Room 13 leads to a square 30 foot by 30 foot room. There are three exits, two on the opposite (Eastern) wall, and one to the right (South).
In the center of the room is a throne of stone, with a lectern attached to it upon which is chained a book. You can see little of the man who sits in it, for his head is concealed by a smooth, rounded, open-faced helmet; and his lower face is covered by a large black beard shot through with silver. A jeweled dagger of Dwarvish make is thrust through the sash that binds his black silken robe, upon which is faintly embroided stars, moons, and other symbols. Upon his left hand is a weighty ring, in the shape of a thrice-coiled serpent,
"I have been waiting for you...Gorman," the voice rasps as though the throat had been cut at least once. "Serve me well, and the rewards will be great."
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Not Gorman's Best Idea
Gorman charges, magic sword held ready to stab the seated enchanter, something crushingly clever on his lips...and then he trips and stumbles, suddenly having far too many legs.
The sword clatters to the floor. The armor suddenly does not fit, tangling about Gorman's chest. The enchanter looms above him, grinning evilly. Gorman opens his mouth to utter a curse...a battlecry...
...and all that comes out is a goat's bleat.
"Now, stout fellow." Imanor strokes his greasy beard. "Will you do as I command...or spend your days as a he-goat?"
Gorman charges, magic sword held ready to stab the seated enchanter, something crushingly clever on his lips...and then he trips and stumbles, suddenly having far too many legs.
The sword clatters to the floor. The armor suddenly does not fit, tangling about Gorman's chest. The enchanter looms above him, grinning evilly. Gorman opens his mouth to utter a curse...a battlecry...
...and all that comes out is a goat's bleat.
"Now, stout fellow." Imanor strokes his greasy beard. "Will you do as I command...or spend your days as a he-goat?"
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Bleat "I'll spend your last days as a goat!" and try to kill him with our hooves and teeth regardless.
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A gnarled hand falls on Gorman's shoulder, stopping the he-goat from attempting to head-butt the magic-user to death.
"What do you want, Enchanter?" the troll growls.
"One of the other luckless fools who has come into my domain was a magic-user of some small ability. They perished - as will all fools seek the power that is mine! But they left behind their spellbook next to their rotting corpse. It likely holds no occult knowledge I do not have...but all magic in this place belongs to me! Your task, troll & goat, is to retrieve the book of Margo the Medium for me!"
Reaching into a pocket, the enchanter tosses a scroll that falls at Urlik's feet. "There is a map to where she fell. Now be gone about your task - and be quick about it!"
The troll did not move. "And if we do this, you will return the dwarf to his proper form?"
"Yes, yes. He can go back to bothering bearded women. Not that they would notice; I think my spell has improved his looks!"
Urlik reached down to retrieve the map. "If you think it best we fulfill this task, give some sign." He muttered quietly.
"What do you want, Enchanter?" the troll growls.
"One of the other luckless fools who has come into my domain was a magic-user of some small ability. They perished - as will all fools seek the power that is mine! But they left behind their spellbook next to their rotting corpse. It likely holds no occult knowledge I do not have...but all magic in this place belongs to me! Your task, troll & goat, is to retrieve the book of Margo the Medium for me!"
Reaching into a pocket, the enchanter tosses a scroll that falls at Urlik's feet. "There is a map to where she fell. Now be gone about your task - and be quick about it!"
The troll did not move. "And if we do this, you will return the dwarf to his proper form?"
"Yes, yes. He can go back to bothering bearded women. Not that they would notice; I think my spell has improved his looks!"
Urlik reached down to retrieve the map. "If you think it best we fulfill this task, give some sign." He muttered quietly.
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Gorman makes it through an entire verse and into the chorus before Urlik picks up him and his gear, tucks them under his arm, and exits the room, returning to Room 1
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