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Grurk MuoukFri 12-Nov-04 12:44 AM
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#178, "Log: A painful day at the tattoo parlor"


          

An unholy place
After groping and coughing your way through what seems like miles
of gray smoke, you arrive in this structure. An almost tangible
feeling of unease overwhelms you as you realize that this shrine
has been constructed from still-living humans, saurians, and other
sentient creatures, all of which appear to be in great pain, in a
grotesque parody of the K'sra shrine to life. Several brass
braziers set around the room explain the origin of the gray smoke,
leaving you to wonder only why the walls do not scream.


Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the splattered brains of a K'sra
hunter are lying here.
( 8) The bludgeoned corpse of a K'sra lies here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the tail from a K'sra lies here.
( 2) The chest of the bloodied corpse of a K'sra looks collapsed and
concave.
( 2) The bludgeoned corpse of a K'sra hunter lies here.
The corpse of a K'sra lies here, covered with bone-deep gashes and
cuts.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the torn-out heart of a K'sra is
lying here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the severed hands of a K'sra lie
here.
( 2) The corpse of a K'sra is here, badly sliced and hacked.
The corpse of a K'sra hunter is here, badly sliced and hacked.
( 2) Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the severed head of a K'sra is
lying here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the sliced-off leg of a K'sra
hunter is lying here.
The extracted fangs from a K'sra lie here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the sliced-off arm of a K'sra is
lying here.
(26) A long coiled chain lies here steaming.
(25) A long coiled mithril chain lies here.
(35) A handwritten note lies on the floor.
(43) A suit of armor fashioned from the bones of some large creature lies
here.
A small symbol of a bleeding eye shrouded in a black sun lies here.
( 3) Someone has collected a small pile of marshweed, ground into a thick
paste.
( 8) A shield fashioned from the bone of some large creature lies here.
( 8) An axe fashioned from the bone of some large creature lies here.
Battered and bruised, the corpse of a Sz'weh warrior lies in a heap.
A gibbering ghoul stalks new flesh here, its yellowed fangs bared.
A flesh golem lumbers along, vacant eyes watching for its master's presence.
A zombie of the elite dwarven guard is here.

Malzhaalohn raises his arms to the roof of imprisoned creatures.

pray Great Father, the Lord of Justice, I have done what I could to follow the
path you have set upon me.
You pray to the heavens for help!

Synnarlo tells you 'Varun attacking folk in galadon.'
You tell Synnarlo 'I will return as I can.'

A lifeless heart of the K'sra begins to beat slowly.

You say 'Most interesting.'

Malzhaalohn leans close to the heart.

Slow at first. And then with increasing intensity.

Malzhaalohn holds a hand close to the heart, then whispers to himself.

You whisper 'Heat...I know it has something to do with it.'

The heart beats in rapido... then stops all at once.

Grurk uncloaks his presence.

You bow before him.

Grurk says 'Child.'

Malzhaalohn visibly wipes the vacuous smile from his face.

You say 'Lord and Father.'

Grurk says 'You have done well for yourself.'

You say 'I have done what I can, I hope to do much more in the future.'
You say 'Things are falling into place.'

Grurk says 'Moreso than you can possibly imagine.'
Grurk runs a caloused finger over the scar on his face.

Malzhaalohn slaps his neck, then looks at the hand and flicks away a dead
mosquito.

Grurk says 'You have suceeded in your quest for Vengeance where many have
failed before you....'


You nod.

Grurk says 'Not so much in your frequency, but in your method.'
Grurk says 'This pleases me.'

You say 'I have done all I could to follow your teaching that my Vengeance
is a personal thing, between me and my prey.'


Grurk says 'It is time you learned something of the Molten Circle.'

You say 'Indeed! I hunger for such knowledge.'

Grurk extends his right hand, palm facing upward.
Grurk says 'Observe.'

Deeply blue eyes sit concave beneath a massive forehead. Bushy-thick eyebrows
appear furrowed as this giant concentrates on his surroundings. His light aqua-
colored skin is completely bare of any facial hair, and a glint is seen off his
head, as it is shaved clean as well. Tall, he stands undaunted, adorned from
head to toe in iron and leather woven armors. His visage is massive, standing
over sixteen feet tall, and nearly as wide. His form is obscured briefly by
flickering bluish flames which dance around his person like mist rising off a
mountain lake.


Along side of this massive giant's face is embedded a hooflike burn scar,
obscuring the entire left side of his head.

Grurk, a male cloud giant, is in perfect health.

Grurk is using:
<worn around neck> a gleaming black pendant depicting the Imperial Codex
<worn around neck> a primitive fur cape fashioned from the hide of a great
white tiger
<worn on body> (Humming) mesh chainmail of woven iron and leather
<worn on legs> (Humming) an iron battle-skirt woven with brown leather
<worn on feet> (Glowing) radiant steel boots speckled with blue flames
<worn on hands> a pair of iron-banded spiked gauntlets
<worn on arms> (Humming) mesh sleeves of woven iron and leather
<wielded> (Glowing) (Humming) a round-bladed axe roaring with blue
flames
<dual wield> a titanic single-bladed axe named 'Thundering Vengeance'
<tattooed> (Glowing) a circle of molten steel, wreathed in blue
flames

You nod.

No sooner has the echo from Lord Grurk's words left your ears, molten liquid
begins to flow from his right hand.

Beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead.

Grurk says 'Observe this lava.'

You say 'Indeed, the power and heat...'

As you watch the lava flow from his hand, it falls upon the ground,
combusting in fire anything it touches.


Grurk says 'What can stand in the way of a determined flow?'

You whisper 'Nothing!'
Malzhaalohn licks the sweat from his upper lip.

Grurk says 'Correct. Although some tenets of nature may slow or change the
lava... its force is supreme.'

Grurk says 'Its will be done.'

You say 'Indeed Lord, I begin to understand.'

Grurk says 'To walk the path of one who bears the circle of the molten mark
of the Father, is to bring this fury of Vengeance to his foes.'

Grurk says 'I feel you are ready for this journey.'

Grurk waives his right hand, and before you realize what has happened, you
are beset with molten lava!


You yell 'AHHHHHH!'
Malzhaalohn closes his mouth hard.

Grurk says 'To enter my house, my Children must be reborn.'

You say 'I will do anything, Father.'

The lava burns immediately through your clothing, searing into your flesh!

169hp

Grurk says 'This means sheding your flesh, your clothes, even some of your
vitality....'


The burning is nearly unbearable!

73hp
You say in a strained, quiet voice 'Anything, Lord!'

"Grurk strikes you hard with his left hand, leaving you with a feeling of
sickness.


25hp
You scream in agony as plague sores erupt from your skin.

As your skin smolders into a charred mess, the you begin to fade to black.

Grurk whispers 'When your body gives, return to this place.'

You say in a strained, quiet voice 'Yes, Lord!'

An unholy place
After groping and coughing your way through what seems like miles
of gray smoke, you arrive in this structure. An almost tangible
feeling of unease overwhelms you as you realize that this shrine
has been constructed from still-living humans, saurians, and other
sentient creatures, all of which appear to be in great pain, in a
grotesque parody of the K'sra shrine to life. Several brass
braziers set around the room explain the origin of the gray smoke,
leaving you to wonder only why the walls do not scream.


Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the splattered brains of a K'sra
hunter are lying here.
( 5) The bludgeoned corpse of a K'sra lies here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the tail from a K'sra lies here.
( 2) The chest of the bloodied corpse of a K'sra looks collapsed and
concave.
( 2) The bludgeoned corpse of a K'sra hunter lies here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the severed hands of a K'sra lie
here.
( 2) The corpse of a K'sra is here, badly sliced and hacked.
( 2) Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the severed head of a K'sra is
lying here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the sliced-off leg of a K'sra
hunter is lying here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the sliced-off arm of a K'sra is
lying here.
(26) A long coiled chain lies here steaming.
(25) A long coiled mithril chain lies here.
(35) A handwritten note lies on the floor.
(43) A suit of armor fashioned from the bones of some large creature lies
here.
( 3) Someone has collected a small pile of marshweed, ground into a thick
paste.
( 8) A shield fashioned from the bone of some large creature lies here.
( 8) An axe fashioned from the bone of some large creature lies here.
Battered and bruised, the corpse of a Sz'weh warrior lies in a heap.
A towering giant wreathed in blue flames stands here.
A gibbering ghoul hovers here in the shadows.
A flesh golem lumbers along, its eyes glowing a dim red in the night.
A zombie of the elite dwarven guard is here.

Malzhaalohn squirms under the pain.

You are hungry.
You are starving!
You writhe in agony from the plague.
Your sickness grazes you.
You are stunned, but will probably recover.
Your hunger hits you.
You have been KILLED!!

You have died, but the Carrion Fields are not finished with you yet!
Your soul is returned to the realms in the form of a ghost.
You will return to your corporeal state in a short while.
Be careful, for even a ghost should fear some dangers!
Returning to your jurisdiction, you go back on duty.

**snip running back***

An unholy place


Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the splattered brains of
Malzhaalohn are lying here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the splattered brains of a K'sra
hunter are lying here.
( 5) The bludgeoned corpse of a K'sra lies here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the tail from a K'sra lies here.
The chest of the bloodied corpse of a K'sra looks collapsed and
concave.
( 2) Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the severed head of a K'sra is
lying here.
Pickled with noxious embalming fluids, the sliced-off arm of a K'sra is
lying here.
The corpse of a K'sra is here, badly sliced and hacked.
(26) A long coiled chain lies here steaming.
(25) A long coiled mithril chain lies here.
(35) A handwritten note lies on the floor.
(43) A suit of armor fashioned from the bones of some large creature lies
here.
( 3) Someone has collected a small pile of marshweed, ground into a thick
paste.
( 8) A shield fashioned from the bone of some large creature lies here.
( 8) An axe fashioned from the bone of some large creature lies here.
Battered and bruised, the corpse of a Sz'weh warrior lies in a heap.
A towering giant wreathed in blue flames stands here.

You bow before him.

Grurk tattoos you with a circle of molten steel, wreathed in blue flames!

Grurk utters the words, 'ruyzgjfoz'.
You feel lifeforce surge from within you!

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

You are affected by:
Spell: 'detect invis' for 54 hours.
Spell: 'lifesurge' modifies constitution by 10 for 8 hours.

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

Grurk says 'It is time.'

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

You bow before him.

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

Grurk says 'You shall venture forth now, naked as the babe born anew.'

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

Grurk gives you a black steel long sword.

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

Grurk says 'Find your Vengeance.'

You feel your wounds healing with remarkable alacrity as life surges within
you!

Grurk cloaks his presence and disappears.

You wield a black steel long sword.
A black steel long sword feels like a part of you!




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-Grurk






  

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