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Post by Grumbaki on Feb 17, 2006 14:24:25 GMT -5
High up within the cavern, an undefiled carving of Grungni looked down with anger at the desecration below. Blood flowed through the holy chamber, angry roars echoed where there should have been silence. An ogre slammed into the wall, destroying all that was left of a statue of Grimnir. The ogre who had thrown him into the wall slammed the head of his kinsman into the wall, breaking off more of the stone. The carving of the god watched his desecration, but there was nothing that could stop it. All who had come before had left, the very priests who were supposed to have defended the shrine had d**ned it. Deep below was something far worse than this sacrilage, something that in time would even drive away the ogres. The carving stared down, it's grim face forever unchanging. Kadr Helding was no more.
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Post by Grumbaki on Feb 18, 2006 15:45:24 GMT -5
Thondin pulled his axe out of the back of the goblin he had just killed and then whiped the blood off onto it's black robes. Two dozen goblins lay dead, though they had killed four out of his ten human scouts. The goblins had run at them, falling to well placed arrows and bolts, and thend the survivors had charged into them, trying to rip them apart in a frenzy. Oddly enough, over a half dozen had simply ran past them and didn't stop.
Thondin was worried about this. This was odd behavior, even for goblins. Then it hit him...they were afraid. The scouts he had hired seemed to know this, and he could hear them muttering.
They were afraid, as well they should be. But Thondin was a priest of Grungni, and he was above that. The terrified goblins probably meant that he was close to his destination, and that he would soon find the lost shrine. He knew that what he was doing was against the orders of his superiors, but his duty was to Grungni and not to them. He knew that he was in the right.
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