10.14.2006
The Garden Of Thorns
The Oracle wishes you well. "I really shouldn't play favorites, but being fellow priests of great Grisbane, let me just help you out. Hang on a sec." The Oracle casts a spell, granting the half-breeds among you- Brogg, Marivhon, and Moth I believe- +2 to hit, +2 dmg, +2 saves, and +2 AC.
"I don't know about special weaknesses or anything, but I'd say whatever he's done hasn't left him in the greatest shape. Just be careful out there."
You take your leave, perhaps never to see him again. Walk in silence the hot hour back to the mirror hall. Wipe the sweat off your brows, step back through the portal, and head to the large, ivy-engraved door at the end. Tut touches the wand to the door, and it opens...
...
You step into a fanciful garden of wonders. All manner of flora can be seen, either growing naturally, or in pots, hangers, and around marble pillars. You stand in a gigantic opening, with the portal door free-standing in the center. Surrounding you and all these things is a enormous hedge maze.
The walls of the maze easily loom 50 feet overhead. You stare, stunned. The last thing you wanted to do here was solve a fucking maze.
Before you can vocalize your opinions, ZOM-G looks around and says
HAY GUYS
THIS IS IT HUH?
.
.
THS IS GONNA BE NUTS
.
.
I RMEMBER THS PLACE U KNO?
WANNA KNO A SHORT CUT?
Zom revvs up the chainsaw, turns around, and saws open a big hole in the shrubbery. He clears a wide swath, eventually opening up an eight foot passage. You follow him through and into the next opening beyond. This is it, the garden you saw on the Oracle's TV.
...
This is it.
...
You enter another beautiful garden. Before the walls of the hedges, and lining a few paths that lead off, are thick tangles of rose bushes. In the center, about thirty feet away, stands the gazebo.
Next to the gazebo is a little tea party. Seated is Ron Ball, looking just awful. Standing next to him, huge, is the metal giant, carrying a big pitchfork and a drill.
At the stairs of the gazebo are the corpses of Croatius and the girl, in a large pool of dried blood.
And in the gazebo, seated on a white wicker chair, is Gregory Vrill. Once just the master of the Grito Potion Guild, this Vrill is a changed man. His skin wrapped around his bones, his hands black with rot, and his eyes gone... he grins. Looking bored when you enter, he looks happier and stands up. "You guys again. Sigh. Well, time to die." Vrill casts and is sheathed in wispy blue flames.
Your move. Ron and Vrill mean to cast again. The giant fires up the drill.
...
Here we go, this is it.
"I don't know about special weaknesses or anything, but I'd say whatever he's done hasn't left him in the greatest shape. Just be careful out there."
You take your leave, perhaps never to see him again. Walk in silence the hot hour back to the mirror hall. Wipe the sweat off your brows, step back through the portal, and head to the large, ivy-engraved door at the end. Tut touches the wand to the door, and it opens...
...
You step into a fanciful garden of wonders. All manner of flora can be seen, either growing naturally, or in pots, hangers, and around marble pillars. You stand in a gigantic opening, with the portal door free-standing in the center. Surrounding you and all these things is a enormous hedge maze.
The walls of the maze easily loom 50 feet overhead. You stare, stunned. The last thing you wanted to do here was solve a fucking maze.
Before you can vocalize your opinions, ZOM-G looks around and says
HAY GUYS
THIS IS IT HUH?
.
.
THS IS GONNA BE NUTS
.
.
I RMEMBER THS PLACE U KNO?
WANNA KNO A SHORT CUT?
Zom revvs up the chainsaw, turns around, and saws open a big hole in the shrubbery. He clears a wide swath, eventually opening up an eight foot passage. You follow him through and into the next opening beyond. This is it, the garden you saw on the Oracle's TV.
...
This is it.
...
You enter another beautiful garden. Before the walls of the hedges, and lining a few paths that lead off, are thick tangles of rose bushes. In the center, about thirty feet away, stands the gazebo.
Next to the gazebo is a little tea party. Seated is Ron Ball, looking just awful. Standing next to him, huge, is the metal giant, carrying a big pitchfork and a drill.
At the stairs of the gazebo are the corpses of Croatius and the girl, in a large pool of dried blood.
And in the gazebo, seated on a white wicker chair, is Gregory Vrill. Once just the master of the Grito Potion Guild, this Vrill is a changed man. His skin wrapped around his bones, his hands black with rot, and his eyes gone... he grins. Looking bored when you enter, he looks happier and stands up. "You guys again. Sigh. Well, time to die." Vrill casts and is sheathed in wispy blue flames.
Your move. Ron and Vrill mean to cast again. The giant fires up the drill.
...
Here we go, this is it.
