Murder In The Temple-Beets the Beetle-18/08/22
Aug 30, 2022 8:14:08 GMT
Andy D, Orianna Èirigh, and 1 more like this
Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Aug 30, 2022 8:14:08 GMT
I can’t flittin’stop thinking about it. Those feasted on corpses. The claw-marks. That overwhelming force Orianna spoke about...It's hunger...It can’t be him…Can it?
I was just off to grab some breakfast when Jeremy stopped me to say that there was new request posted up on the jobs board yesterday, asking for a group to help deal with a vampier that was causing some ruckus in a place called Kundar. I personally know from first-bite experience what a literal buggin’pain in the neck they can be, so thought it’d was only fair I turn up incase one of them needed to have little bite of their own.
What Jeremy flittin’forgot to mention, was the horrible wake of murders they had left in their trail. Just a tiny ‘little’ buggin’detail which scholar-girl Orianna-who despite being trapped inside a strange outer dimensional study thingy for bug knows how long and yet was looking pretty good all that considered-thankfully filled me in on.…Though I have to flittin’admit, I kinda lost my appetite for my bakers dozen mixed jam doughnuts after that..
Filling out the rest of the ranks in a ‘big’ way was strong-bull Keros, a mighty minotaur from a place K’ul Goran. Bug I so wanted to wrestle him-his muscles were buggin’huge! And yet, the big guy said he was worried he might hurt me.”Oh ho ho, “Just you buggin’wait!” I said, before quickly taking the opportunity of off loading the rest of my now stomach-churning doughnuts to him.
Following in the mighty mino’s wake was non-other than a very kitted-out Nessa, who seriously seemed to have her own personal grudge against vampiers. Garlic, stakes, ‘How to buggin’slay vampires for dummies.’ Either Nessa was an absolute pro at this, or she’d just lined some cheeky con-bug’s pocket in the Dawn Market with a lot of coin.
Oh-and of course last but not least, Granny Boosya turned up. Who simply wouldn’t take no for answer on accepting a large wedge of carrot cake-Oh my poor buggin’guts.
Party assembled we ‘booked’ it to Kundar-a place of splen’dar I’ll flittin tella ya! Big old white stone buildings full of Kulbolds and Dragonborns all around, and phew, flit was it toasty!
After a long flutter up the valley we finally reached the mighty Temple of Bahamut, which had the biggest buggin’dragon statue I had ever seen! One that apparently, they don’t like people riding on-Ooops!
After meeting with Mother Madaline Highland and and Father Cornelius, both scaled holy folk led us into the temple to see the ‘victims.’ I’m really buggin’glad I didn’t finish my breakfast-mgh! Each one of them was in various gory states, but worse of all, it seemed their hearts had been..removed…Violently.
After examining, Booysa then brought back one of the corpses to ‘not-life’ talk to-which even I have to admit for Lolli’s dear sweet little old granny, was a bit buggin’suprising, and little flittin'bit creepy!
After Booysa’s commune with the dead, from which we learnt this creature liked to sneak up on people. We headed into a side passage, where after some searching and then examining of curious ceiling claw-marks and fragment left behind, I determined that the creature ‘must still be here, and yet..Was somewhere else.’ A line of thought that Nessa agreed matched her own, that ‘vampier’, was not ‘here’ but merely hiding somewhere else, on another plane of existence-Um yes! Of buggin’course! Flittin’elementary my dear Nessa!
Then things went..Wrong.
First Orianna cried out, falling to the ground-her arm wrapped within a strange black smog. She said, it has had been something. Some-‘creature’ had tried to take her over…One with a deep burning drive...Of Hunger.
Of flittin’course…
Violent gory hunger, claw marks, an evil flittin’force!-It was him! Bogar was here!
Well he wasn’t flittin’getting Orianna-I mean we’d spent a lot of buggin’time waiting and then rescuing her. But seriously, Bogar wasn’t going to take over anyone else on my watch!
Then there was a scream.
Well this job..went right out the flittin’window!
Madeline was…Killed, and her heart taken, by an ‘over-taken, rage filled corpse. Yep..this was seeming way too buggin’familar.
After the cliff dive chase and scrap to stop the heart-stealer, during all the other ’Bogar’d’ corpses-including Mad-all jumped out to join the fight we ended up with the heart, standing at the entrances to a series of dark caves in. The perfect place for a dark loving evil buggin’force to hold-up.
And yet he, Bogar-if it really was him-didn’t speak to me at all during the fight. None of that ‘suave’ air he’d put on for Marto, and even those horrible guttural screams from corpses seemed, different. to those ones I remember in my head…And my mouth.
Maybe it’s just my buggin’imagination! I mean there’s probably loads of horrible hunger-driven, body possessing creatures that love to dwell in ‘dark’ places…
Yet…Nessa said she wanted to go back…She wanted to find out just what is lurking in those caves.
And..if I’m ever going to be able to sleep properly again, I think I may have to go with her…
To find out.