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Old Dec 15th, 2020, 12:09 PM
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Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Harp Strum stood still as stone with the pink man’s blood splattered across her clothes. A deep dark crimson stained her favorite blue cloak, and dripped from her blade’s teeth, pittering softly on to the cold stone ground. But Harp Strum didn’t notice. She stared down at the dwarf’s body, her hand still gripped tightly around her blade’s handle as she waited for the dwarf to twitch. To move. Anything that gave her a reason to put him down again. But he was still. Quiet. Like he fell into a deep sleep. It would have been a peaceful sight if it weren’t for the feathered tipped arrow that stuck out of his beard. His eyes glazed over, frozen forever in shock. It wasn’t a death he deserved. It was too quick, too fast, but Harp Strum supposed it was better than nothing. No one got hurt. No one but…

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-shhhh -- Easy now, Snepa.”

Harp Strum blinked her black beady eyes and turned just in time to see Dagg pull Snepa on to her lap. All the tension in Harp Strum’s body was released the instant she saw Sweet Snepa, Kind Snepa, Gentle Snepa blink up at Dagg in return. She was alive. She was alive! But for how long? And--and what did they do? She was the healer! She was the one who fixed them, who healed all wounds, big and small, but who--who fixed her? “I don’t know what to do.” Harp Strum answered meekly in a voice that was small and scared. She inched closer to the group, her head tilted to the side as she watched helplessly as Dagg and Ayaga tended to Snepa’s wounds. Putting cloth in the cracks of her shell and wrapping her side until it didn’t bleed as freely.

Snepa okay? asked a fidgeting Harp Strum until she jumped with fright when An’mal slammed his face in with his own weapon. Harp Strum ducked low at the sight, startled by the strange change that came over him. It wasn’t like the Bombastic One to act like that. He was always smiles. Open and friendly. It was what she liked about him. But now he was angry, like...like...like...Harp Strum was. Oh. Oh. Harp Strum reached out a hand to calm him like her mother once did for her, but before she could brush his back, Gristle began his song. The loud bang of his drum spooked Harp Strum enough that she stumbled back towards the dwarven body until she realized it was just him and his fun little drum. As Gristle sang his heart out to try and make Snepa better, Harp Strum could only think how kind the little Kobold was to do that for even though there was no way songs could--

It was then Snepa’s wounds started to heal, and Harp Strum’s beak dropped along with her shortsword.

THE GET-BETTER SONG rocks,” said Harp Strum in complete and utter reverence to their grinning Gristle.

She had so many, many, many, many questions for how he did that with his song! Especially since all the songs she knew only healed hearts and frowns when she sang them! But Harp Strum knew there just wasn’t enough time to exchange lyrics with the talented Gristle. Not when An’mal pointed out that there could be more pink men in the fortress still! Harp Strum straightened up at such an awful idea, and glanced behind her at the pink man body. Rolling up her proverbial sleeves, she gestured at Baruuk, making an arrow twanging noise at him, before she pointed at the body in front of her. “Pink men instructions, please and thank you!” Harp Strum hoped Baruuk understood she wanted his help to search the dwarf body for clues, but if not, well, Harp Strum was already wrist deep in his pockets.



OOCI am rolling Investigation to see if I can find any notes on the dwarven assassin's person about the assault on the fortress! Ideally, anything that mentions numbers of assailants, how he entered, who sent him, etc. It could be a moot point but you never know until you try!

EDIT: I...I rolled another Nat 20. Ayaga was right. Blue IS an auspicious color because Harp Strum's the luckiest bird in the world.
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Snepa was expecting to die here and now. You could see it in her eyes, and manner. But she was still trying to provide information.

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"Ydd... cough... Raixl... hack..." At this point, Snepa tried hard to breath in a ragged breath, which you could hear bubbling liquid around. "Protect eggs." Snepa's hand could barely be raised let alone point somewhere. Dagg and Ayaga could see the true issues involved with Snepa's condition. She was dying, and the look of what was coming out of the holes in the Tortle's body was more than just blood. And given the look of the Dwarf that had just attacked her, it was easy to deduce what might have been put into her body, and how it was done.

But Gristle had a different thought. His banging and screaming and dancing caused everyone to look at him. And even Snepa's one good eye seemed to glimmer rather than fade and cloud over. With the magic that was flowing out from Gristle, the rest of those present were able to see parts of the Tortle start to stitch back together. But not all was well for Snepa. Both Dagg and Ayaga could see that the areas that had a mysterious liquid didn't seem to be healing as well as other parts of the Tortle.

But at least she could breath a bit. And talk. "They are after the eggs..." gasp... "They have to be..." gasp... "Yddraixl went to protect them..." gasp... "But, they seem to be going straight to them..." gasp... "or, straight for her..." You can tell that she is able to breath better, but whatever poisons the dwarf had put into Snepa, she wasn't long for this world, but she at least was able to give the group a bit of direction. "Down that way..." gasp... Snepa pointed to the tunnel where no one had come from. "It'll be the quickest way to get there." gasp... "But they have a head start on you. You must hurry." Snepa was breathing easier now, but her breaths were coming in shallower. Slower. She wasn't going to survive beyond the next few minutes.

While all of this was going on, Harp Strum was getting over her existential crisis by falling over a Dwarf. This seemed to center her, and kick in her latent magpie instincts. She wasn't very subtle about what she was doing to the dead Dwarf, but then again, it was a dead Dwarf that had seemed intent on killing the group, if given a chance. The obvious hiding places produced obvious things. Dagger, gem, vials of unknown liquid. These were the things that any good roguish assassin would have hiding on themselves. The other things were curios: A stamped coin, and a piece of crumpled paper that looked like a business card.

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  • 1 Short Sword
  • 1 Dagger
  • 1 Gem worth 20 GP.
  • 2 Vials
  • A stamped metal coin, that looks like a poker chip
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"Down that way..." <<gasp>> Snepa pointed to the tunnel where no one had come from. "It'll be the quickest way to get there." <<gasp>> "But they have a head start on you. You must hurry."

She was dying... A warrior, brave and true... Snepa was dying. There was nothing that could be done to change that fact... But their task now, was to make sure that Snepa does not die in vane.

Dagg grabbed Snepa's holy symbol and placed it in the tortle's left hand and placed Snepa's warhammer in her right.

"Rest now, Snepa. You have fought bravely... And now, your fight has ended. May you find peace among the halls of your gods."

Dagg closed Snepa's hand around the symbol, holding the cleric's hand tight in her own for a moment before nodding.

Standing, Dagg clenches her fist around her spear, and takes off running in the direction Snepa pointed.
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An'mal listened to Snepa's dying words jaw clenched, fists gripping the haft of his glaive so tightly if it were a neck surely the bone would have snapped. The rumbling of stone rolled back like an echo through the bugbear's mind. The trembles of the earth would not settle and like the tide their meaning came back to his consciousness with a relentless ripple. As Snepa spoke An'mal's eyes returned to the dead Stubbard. Rumbling stone. Trembling earth. They came together with the force of a tsunami upon the shores of An'mal's conscious mind.

Rumbling stone. Trembling earth. Slaish's son pulled lifeless from the debris. Daughter cold and dead, white with dust. Stubbards beneath Grahlstown. No peace. Stubbards in the dark. Stubbards all around. W'ggl's scream. Shagg's cry. Soul swallowed whole by Siggaret's gaping jaws. Fear. Flight. Alive, hands bloody. Shame hidden by night.

Snepa's words could barely penetrate the haze of fury that began to surge within An'mal as fear and shame threatened to strangle the momentarily fearsome bugbear. An'mal wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He was a big picture kind of guy. But deciphering the dying was not his forté. Yddcof? Raixelheck ....? He didn't know these names. But An'mal had learned very few names so far in his rather brief time within the encampment. Names were not his forté. But then Gristle's magic seemed do take death's hand from Snepa's throat for a brief moment and An'mal could understand the tortle. Not only Yddcof and Raixelheck were involved. Yddaraixl was down here too and she was in danger. As were Yddraixl's eggs.

An'mal didn't stop to think about Yddraixl having eggs rather than cubs. The way to the enemy was signalled. With no further word other than a determined snarl, An'mal stood as one with Dagg, she who An'mal knew only as bossy lass, and began to run in the same direction as her as fast as his long legs would carry him.
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Ayaga backed off once it became clear that they had bought the tortle all of the time that they could. The orc shifted back off of his knees into a crouch, and listened to the labored breathing and croaked-out words. His brow tensed yet again, but it was different from the steely furrow he had before. It was a look of plain upset. He frowned.

Dagg and An'mal were already taking off when he was stirred to motion next. His eyes drifted down to the bloodied floor, and they roved over the debris until they fell upon one of the dark, glassy fragments which had recently fallen upon it, smeared dark with blood around its sharp, jagged edges. Ayaga gingerly lifted up the broken piece of shell between two fingers, and then gestured to Snepa with it. His fingers trembled around the fragment, and he struggled to form words between his parched lips.

"S-Snepa, who... who fought for the clutch. You are, er... y-you will be remembered." It seemed that giving a memento a designation was an entirely different beast from just memorizing it. With the awkward energy of a student who had just completed an exam under the scrutinizing eyes of unseen teachers, Ayaga then stood and followed after the vanguard of their group.

 

 
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Gristle stared down at Snepa. He didn't understand. He had made the Get-Better Noise-- The noise that made people get better. But Snepa didn't get better. The sliced-up bits became un-sliced-up, and she looked happier, but then she just... stopped.

"Snepa?" he called tentatively, kneeling down by her head. "You're supposed to feel better now. You're not doing that." He put the little drum down and tapped it lightly with his fingers. "Was the Get Better Noise too loud? I can play a Quiet Noise like this if you want that instead." There was, of course, no response.

"You're not supposed to be Not-Alive," he said. "I didn't play the Be Dead Noise! I promise!" There was, in fact, a Be Dead Noise, and Gristle knew for certain that he hadn't played it. The Be Dead Noise involved more yelling and demands that the listener be dead.

Ayaga picked up a shard of something from the ground as Dagg and An'Mal ran off down the hall. Ayaga held the thing with the same reverence and care he held the various bone ornaments he kept about his person. Gristle still wasn't quite sure what they all meant, other than that they were from his family.

Gristle stood up, forlorn, and hooked the little drum back where it belonged. The Noise hadn't worked. He didn't know why or what it meant. The Noise always helped.

He was drawn from his musings by Ayaga again, as he mentioned "The clutch." Gristle's ears perked up. Oh, yes, Snepa had talked about eggs being in danger! Back home in the sewers, it was everyone's responsibility to make sure that at least some of the eggs in a clutch lived long enough to become More Kobolds. They had an entire chamber dedicated to protecting and hatching eggs. If there were eggs here, it was important to keep them safe! That must be where Scary Lady Dagg and Noisy Friend An'Mal went!

Even if there were Tall Scaleless Folk fighting here (and Gristle still did not like the idea), someone would have to make sure the eggs were ok. In Gristle's experience, eggs were not particularly good at fighting. Or defending. Or dancing. Or avoiding obstacles. Or not shattering when you accidentally drop one. Or dodging, even when you tell them that you're throwing the rock now and they should get out of the way.

Gristle got himself kicked out of the sewer's egg hatching chamber a few times.

"I'm sorry the Get Better Noise wasn't a good enough Noise, Snepa." Gristle said sadly. "I'll try harder next time. But don't worry, we'll take care of the clutch. I won't even drop any, probably!"

He scampered down the hall towards where Dagg and An'Mal went, tugging on Harp Strum's sleeve as he passed her.

"Come on!" he said, "There's eggs!"
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Harp Strum was beginning to suspect the pink men weren’t prepared for their hunt like she thought. The fuzzy pink man corpse barely had anything useful on him. A dagger that bore no name or symbol on its blade. Vials full of strange, cloudy liquids that looked a lot like the strange, cloudy liquids Mad Dog, her old flock leader, poured on his not-so-nice blade. The fuzzy pink man did have a nice shiny gem on him-- a bright red one that sparkled prettily in the light-- which would have been a very nice find if Harp Strum wanted to shake him down for money, but she didn't! She wanted notes! Papers! Things that pink men used to write down their pink men secrets! But it seemed like all he had hiding on him was useless junk she couldn’t even use to kill pink men better with-- oh! A secret pocket!

Harp Strum cocked her head to the side, tongue sticking through the crack on her beak as she fished out a crumpled card and a curious stamped coin from inside the dead dwarf’s tunic. She blinked her black beady eyes at the coin, curiously turning it over in her talons. It didn’t look like any currency she knew of. It was weirdly colored, bright blue like a sapphire but striped white at the edges like an angry alley cat. Harp Strum bit it and was immediately disappointed that it didn’t bend at all. “Fraud!” squawked Harp Strum, glaring once at the coin and then back at the corpse because of course a pink man would carry fake money on him, no good tricksters, the lot of them! That said she was still keeping the coin! Mostly for the hassle of getting her hopes up! And because she hated him! A lot!

Uncrumpling the very crumply piece of paper, Harp Strum squinted at the fancy words scrawled across it. Muster, Cornet, & Shade. What was that? Names? It sounded like names. Funny ones but definitely names. And then there was the tiny writing underneath. Something about “antequtes” and *curosetes”. Hmmn. Harp Strum wasn’t sure. She wasn’t super great at reading swirly words. Antequtes and curosetes. Antequtes and curosetes. It sounded foreign. But also kind of familiar. Like something her favorite old grumpy men liked to say. Antequtes and curosetes. Antequtes and curosetes. Antequtes and… “Oh! Oh! Finders keepers! Finders keepers!” Harp Strum scrambled to her feet, thrusting the card into Baruuk’s face excitedly as she smoothed the crinkled paper out with her talons. “Pink men are finders keepers!”

They were here to find something! Something valuable! Oh! That made so much sense! The Viridescent One housed many, many, many valuable things in their nest! Like food, weapons, friends! And the pink men clearly wanted all of it for themselves! They always were good at taking things. But is that why they beat up Snepa? Did she know what they wanted? Harp Strum should ask--

“What is Dagg doing?” asked Harp Strum softly, her voice quivering as she turned just in time to see Dagg place Snepa’s hands over her chest like she was...like she was… “Isn’t Snepa better?” She didn’t understand. She saw her wounds heal. They all saw her wounds heal. They were better, weren't they? So, why was everyone acting like it wasn’t enough? “Ayaga?” Harp Strum looked to the solemn orc, hoping he’d tell her that they were playing an awful, no good joke on her for all the trouble she put Snepa through. But then he picked up a piece of Sweet Snepa’s, Gentle Snepa’s, Kind Snepa’s shell, and Harp Strum knew. She knew. Harp Strum stood silently by her, her little talons curled up into fists as Dagg, An’mal, and Ayaga left. Staring down at the softly breathing Tortle, Harp Strum remained with Gristle and Baruuk by her side, if only for a moment.

Gristle stepped up to Sweet Snepa, Gentle Snepa, Kind Snepa and apologized that his music wasn’t good enough to save her. That he promised to do better, for her. Harp Strum sniffled softly. And then quickly rubbed at her eyes, as she once promised Sweet Snepa, Gentle Snepa, Kind Snepa she’d be better, too. Brave and strong, for the nest. For the flock. For her. Even when it was really hard, like it was now. Sniffling, she blinked a pair of watery eyes down at Gristle as he tugged at her sleeve, saying something about eggs before he took off after the others. And Harp Strum started to follow after him, as she knew she couldn't lag behind, not now, not while the nest was still in danger, but she stopped after a single step, pausing long enough to look back at Sweet Snepa, Kind Snepa, Gentle Snepa one last time.

“...thank you for being my friend.”

Dawdling behind the group, Harp Strum fell back into the shadows, but not before leaving behind a bright blue shawl, swaddled gently around Sweet Snepa's, Kind Snepa's, Gentle Snepa's shoulders.



OOCHarp Strum's pocketed the vials, the gem, the stamped coin, and the crumpled card, and she's removed one bright blue shawl from her inventory, in memory of Snepa.
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The group gave time and space to the Tortle. Some of them even giving her their own version of a send off or well wishes to the after life. The Tortle, for her own part, was losing focus as each breath came in shorter and shorter, and the time between them grew longer and longer. Through it all, she was talking. Praying. The actual words themselves no more than wisps taken aloft on the air that flowed through the tunnels. Now with one hand on her hammer, and the other on her holy symbol, she continued her breath talk until there was no more to say, as her body relaxed into the sweet embrace of oblivion.

As the group left behind the Tortle, they didn't leave behind her spirit, or her memory.

The pounding of footsteps was hard to stop, and they echo of them seemed to grow around the group. Given their current mental state, it didn't seem that they would be willing to forestall themselves for the benefit of surprise. But in reality, the echoes of footsteps getting louder wasn't only just from the group, but from ahead. A new crossroads of sorts was glowing ahead. A red was coming from the left, while a yellow was showing from the right. and strait ahead was only a continuation of darkness. While getting closer to the crossway, those with a leveler head than An'mal would note that footsteps, perhaps a stampede of pitter-patters was coming from the right.

As those at the head of the group got close to the intersection, a group of roughly ten Kobolds seemed to charge from right to left. The groups current lack of light source gave the kobolds no idea that they were close, but the yellow light emanating from the torches that they held went with them, traveling from right to left, to now join the red light, creating a chaotic orange light on the right. As the first of you peak around the corner towards the light, you can see a source of red light beyond the Kobolds, but you also instantly see a spark of blue light along the ceiling just before it comes down, right on top of them.

Rubble again bars your path forward, but among the rubble you can also hear something.

OOGMNo fancy map this time, unless you really want me to find one.

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Baruuk stood back silently and a little awkwardly as the others paid their last respects to Snepa. It wasn't that he didn't care that she was dying. Poison was a coward's weapon, and this dwarf had robbed the Tortle of a a fitting end. Or of continued life, he supposed. If not for whatever venom had coated the assassin's blades, the group could perhaps have saved Snepa. But Baruuk himself still felt stilted and out-of-place amidst this sudden outrush of emotion from his companions. If he died, would they mourn him in a similar fashion? Did he want them to?

He pushed aside his own reveries and tried to listen closely as the Tortle gasped out a final warning. Snepa's last words only served to fill him with more questions, however. Dagg and An'mal were already running down the corridor in response. Why? What did they know that Baruuk didn't? As the others filed after them, Baruuk remained behind for a moment longer, confusion writ large across his face. One question burned in his mind above all others. It was a small, quiet question. But nonetheless, it had to be voiced... "What eggs?"

He sighed and looked down at the fallen Tortle. She was unlikely to answer at this juncture, and everyone else had already moved on. Was this some secret that everyone else was already privy to? Why were these eggs so important? He shook his head and started to follow after the others. Only one way to find out. One step into his journey he paused and turned back. It seemed uncouth to leave without saying something, after all. "Rest easy, friend."



Baruuk's broad feet slapped noisily against stone as he pushed himself to catch up with the group. He still wasn't quite sure where he was going, or what he was doing, but he was committed now. He could see light up ahead now, just beyond the others. Faint glows coming from around corners. But just as he pulled up behind them, there was a spark of blue light and the world caved in before them. Another landslide? What had caused that strange flash? Was something... causing these cave-ins?

The bugbear tightened his grip on his bow and slowed his advance as he looked around warily. He could hear... something. He tried to focus on the sounds as he crept forwards towards the rubble.

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As she ran, she looked to her right and saw An'mal keeping pace with her. She smirked, 'This one's got grit!'

Coming to the four-way intersection, her pace slowed. She watched as a small, armed contingent of kobolds, probably under the orders of Tucker, moved from the right tunnel and into the left one. As the last of them disappeared from her perspective, she lurched to the left and hugged the wall as the earth shook beneath their feet. Trails of dust fell from the ceiling as she heard the collapse.

Peering around the corner, she could see a few of the kobolds poking out from underneath the rubble.

Behind her, the sounds of claws and feet slapping against stone approached. She didn't acknowledge the rest of the team, but secretly was grateful for their arrival.

As Baruuk moved towards the collapse and began inspecting the damage, Perception Check = 8Dagg moved to each of the remaining hallways. She peered down them, sniffed the air, and listened. She needed some clue as to where to go. Which path would offer the shortest route to Yddaraixl?

"Can any of them speak?" Dagg asked Baruuk while Survival Check = 15joining in on assessing the damage to the kobolds. " We need to know where they were going? Do they know where Yddaraixl is and how to get there?"
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Around the corner a great many things were hard to discern, but the clues were there. A cloud of dust cause by the falling earth was settling on the area, and those nearby had to contend with seeing, breathing, and smelling. Coughing could be heard by those trying to determine if survivors were in the area.

As you get closer, you are able to see through the dust cloud a Kobold that you might recognize, partially in and partially out of the rubble. Dagg recognized him as Pilfer. A smart Kobold. Smarter then most. And one who was recently recruited to the ranks of Tucker's Kobolds. As you are able to see him, he is now able to see you. "Gits ma 'ota 'ere! 'E almose 'ad 'em... Yddraixl ain't save."

While this one Kobold is easily visible, scratching and moaning from within the rubble is proof that others are alive within. At one point you even see a Kobold hand manage to break through the surface of the debris to show that some of them are actively working to get out from under the weight pushing down upon them.

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Old Jan 4th, 2021, 06:02 PM
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The familiarity of collapsing tunnels and half-buried but still-chattering kobods was comforting. This was something Gristle understood. Here was a nice ceiling. Sometimes it falls down on people. That's how things are supposed to go. None of this "big blue sky that's sometimes grey and sometimes black and sometimes orange and sometimes drops water on your head" nonsense.

Bolstered by the normalcy of the sights and smells of a minor cave-in, and the familiar sounds of Kobolds Trying Not To Die In A Cave-In, Gristle scampered past Dagg and An'mal and climbed his way to the top of the pile. The half-buried victims did not sound like they appreciated the extra weight, but Gristle cheerfully paid them no mind.

"Kobold friends! Fellow Good And Smart Kobold Types!" he chittered excitedly, "Don't worry, I am here to help! I'm good at digging kobolds out of cave-ins!" He got down on his knees and started clawing away at the rubble with both hands, like a dog digging a hole. "No need to fear-- just because the last person I promised to help just died a minute ago, does not mean you'll die too! Probably, anyways! I saved people from cave-ins all the time back home in the Good Good Underground Sewer Land, and probably only less than half of them got crushed to death anyway!"

He continued his inane one-sided conversation as he dug.

"Anyway, we kobolds are very hardy-- When I lived in the sewers I got hit in the skull by falling rocks like twelvety-six times, and I am still here and just fine! So you'll be fine and the eggs will be fine. Even though the eggs are not hard like kobold skulls."

It took a moment for the words that came out of his mouth to register in his own mind.

"Oh! Yes! Eggs!" he dropped the rock he was holding back into the pile, to the displeasure of whoever he was standing on. He quickly retrieved it and went back to his excavation. "Gotta get the eggs! Tell us about the eggs! What kind of eggs? Where do they live?"
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'Pilfer?' She thought as the smoke began to clear and she finally was able to make out one of the faces.

Gristle, earning her respect more and more with every passing moment, quickly caught up and began clearing the rubble. He seemed like a truly simple individual, intent on doing good. It was honorable... But, honor was not a luxury they could afford at the moment. Difficult desicions needed to be made and they had precious little time to make them. But, stopping for just a moment to gather more information could be crucial.

Dagg moved over to where Pilfer was stuck and
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"Pilfer, where is Yddraixl? Quickly! Which way do we go to get to her?"
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Ayaga had just gotten into his stride. He was catching up to the others who had loped on ahead, shell fragment not forgotten, but tucked away upon his person so that he had his hands free for his shield, and his pick. He peered ahead at the intersection beginning to loom out of the darkness ahead, his eyes flicking from light to light as he saw the suggestions of the side passages becoming more defined. Then the scampering little figures made their way across- and then the earth roared and bit down upon them. The orc skidded to a halt, and turned his face away as the cloud of dust swept down the passageway like smoke billowing up through a chimney. He coughed and shut his eyes until it passed, and then he looked back and scowled at the transformed layout of the tunnel ahead.

He came up behind Baruuk, then quietly passed the silent, analytical bugbear by as Dagg and Gristle convened with a broken little shape at the edge of the pile of rubble. He winced as he saw the suggestions of kobolds squirming under the rubble. Idly, he wondered how tough the scaly folk's hides were. Surely they couldn't have protected them from all that. Ayaga had been stuck in the chain the last time they removed fallen rubble, but this time he endeavored to be up front. Picking stones that did not seem like they were holding up any other rubble for fear of further crushing those below, he began to heft and dig.

Staggering from one trauma to another. Wasn't that the way of things.

 

 
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“Dahlin’, please. Eggs live in nests,” answered Harp Strum with a smart little cock of her head, pleased as can be about her very clever answer, and then desperately tried to lift a rock off what appeared to be a scaly Kobold butt. Or maybe that was his face. It was hard to tell from this angle. Everything was just so swollen and bruised. Well, more than usual for a Kobold! But thankfully Harp Strum was more than happy to help the little fellow out, no matter how weird and lumpy he looked now! Chiming loudly, she said, “Hold still, thank you!” and dug her talons underneath a hefty rock, grunting and groaning as she did her very, very, very best to free him. But just as she thought she was making some headway, a rock gave way out from underneath her. Screeching out a horrified squawk, Harp Strum lost her footing and tumbled head-over-tail once more past Gristle and Ayaga until she crashed into Dagg’s immovable legs.

“Uggghhh…” came Harp Strum’s hoarse groan, soon followed by a harsh hacking as she spat out a couple of pebbles, a baby feather, and somebody’s button. “No more rocks, pleeeease. Only pillows and silks and soft things for sweet The beautiful twang of a harp's chord being plucked broke Harp Strum's speech. Her name spoken as it has always been by her fellow Kenku. Elegantly, melodiously, and in perfect harmony. Everything Harp Strum was not.Harp Strum from here on out. Pleeeease.” She begged to whatever gods who would care for sweet little Kenkus like her, and a couple who didn’t. Harp Strum wasn’t picky. She’ll do just about anything for any god if it meant getting out of this awful, no-good fortress. Even tell the truth about the time she ate all the sweet rolls and blamed it on the Kobolds. Wait a minute. They weren’t the same Kobolds, were they? Maybe they should stay buried...

It was then Dagg asked a Kobold by the name of Pilfer about the Viridescent One’s whereabouts, breaking Harp Strum’s concentration as her curiosity bested her desire to cover up her past misdeeds. She scrambled to sit-up right at Dagg’s feet as she listened to the two talk. And honestly, Harp Strum was pretty confused by it all. He and the others seemed to think she was further into the fortress. Which was rather strange, wasn’t it? She was the chieftain! She should have been up top and battling with the rest of the flock! What was so important that she’d leave everybody to fend for themselves? And why would she abandon Snepa in her time of need? Gristle kept saying it involved eggs somehow but...

Orcs didn’t come from eggs, did they?

Harp Strum eyed Ayaga suspiciously.
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