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[Gaulgath]

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The thief makes his way over a beautiful obsidian bridge spanning the cavern river. Will he ever find a good meal to eat?

[ August 21, 2007: Message edited by: Gaulgath ]

[Haedrian]

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[] = wall

He spots the storeroom, and runs towards it

[FaultyLogic]

Nevermind this post.

[ August 22, 2007: Message edited by: FaultyLogic ]

[FaultyLogic]

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A few bins are here, and a couple of stone rings
are strewn across the floor. "Ah, another door leads
out of here it seems!"

[ August 22, 2007: Message edited by: FaultyLogic ]

[ August 22, 2007: Message edited by: FaultyLogic ]

[Gauteamus]

code:

XX......#..
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Having grabbed the rings for closer examination, Gregrush hear someone whistling a merry tune from the other side of the door. Agile like a rainbow salmon, he quickly is stalking beside the heavy door, his dagger poised. A shame he was interrupted just now - the lovely moonstone ring looked promising - but appraising it will have to wait for now.

[ August 24, 2007: Message edited by: Gauteamus ]

[FaultyLogic]

code:

kX......#.....
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Gregrush quickly realizes the dwarf is not alone as more deep voices join in a strange song;

"We are dwarves, we like beer, lot's of beer and some stone!"

Gregrush hears the knob turn on the door and dashes towards the bins in the corner. He leaps into one and pulls the lid over just as the door swings open.
The bin is full of bags, containing sand and mushroom spawns.

[Gaulgath]

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Steadying his breath to remain silent, Gregrush hears footsteps marching  in to the room. Lifting the lid, he quickly notices a dwarf walking towards him! The thief quickly closes the lid and waits silently as his bin is lifted off the ground.

"Oof! What in nine hells are the farmers storing in this thing? Kobold corpses?!"

[Haedrian]

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The dwarf hoists the kobold onto his back, and walks towards the butcher's...

[FaultyLogic]

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Gregrush and his unknowing ride passes through a wide hallway. Suddenly he hears the dwarf mumble something... "Oh, I am feeling slightly peckish. Perhaps it is time for lunch." Gregrush is thrown into the wall of the bin as the dwarf carelessly drops it on the floor. The sounds of footsteps fades away, Gregrush see's his chance and pushes the lid off the bin.

[Gaulgath]

And it grows and grows!

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Gregrush slips into the shadows once again, and waits while two fortress guards begin to talk.
"We are recieving attacks from the chasm! Giant spiders! Batmen!"
"Then get your crossbow loaded and lets go!"

Gregrush does not understand Dwarfspeak, but decides to follow these two fools. Perhaps they'll lead him to food.

[Gauteamus]

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Following the guards in what he hopes to be safe distance, Gregrush pushes himself against the smooth masonry of the wall. The dwarves were entering what seemed to be a roughly cut tunnell, when the rear-most of them suddenly turned around obviously having heard something - Gregrush froze on the spot - now, he too heard the awful panting of a dog coming down the crossing corridor... Gregrush had always hated those unclean bastards - and to think the dwarves would keep them as pets?!?

[ August 27, 2007: Message edited by: Gauteamus ]

[FaultyLogic]

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The two dwarves dissapear through the door.
The dog spots Gregrush instantly, as it enters the hallway. It leaps towards the  
kobold with a yelping growl. Gregrush draws his dagger just in time, as the dog
crashes into him and impales itself on the sharp blade. Gregrush pushes the corpse off him, and sniffs it carefully. No, he is not that hungry.

[Gauteamus]

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[SPLINTER CELL MODE]
Standing over his fallen prey, all senses alert, Gregrush fineally convinces himself noone heard the fray. Relieved, he decides to hide the stinking corpse. After all the dwarves will probably dislike the distinct triangular wound from a kobold dagger in one of their pets. Fortunately, the rough corridor is nothing but protruding boulders and little niches in the walls and floor.. Hiding the dead dog is messy, but rather easy.
[/SPLINTER CELL MODE]

[Armok]

Dead? RESCUERECTION!

[FaultyLogic]

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Gregrush treads softly but swift. He catches up to the last dwarf and follows him, drawing ever so close. The warrior soul has been awakened in the depth of his chest, and Gregrush feels compelled it channel out. He can smell the fear.

In the distance, commotion is heard...

[ October 09, 2007: Message edited by: FaultyLogic ]