Chp. 8 - Please Save the Children!

[OGRE MAGE]

Climb Walls: 91 [1d100] = 78

[OGRE MAGE]

Fingal hurriedly returns to the group with a look of horror on his face.

I saw it too. That..........thing! What in tarnation was it? It sure wasn't something I want possessing me.

It tried to get into my mind I tell ya! I ran away before it could turn me into one of those sodomizing freaks up there.

After all the weird shit we've seen over the years, I still wasn't ready for that......that......thing!

[ChubbyPixie]

Wrenly the Brown, Conjurer

Wrenly's face droops a bit more with every negative report. He does not relish the idea of being mind controlled by any creature, yet perhaps least of all by a spider penis. "Porphyry, were the participants dressed like cultists, or were they wearing normal villager garb? If they are cultists, I daresay we could leave them to their fates and proceed to the standing stone. However, if they are villagers who have been ensnared I feel we must aid them." He thinks for a moment, then his face brightens up slightly. "One of the eyeballs I idenditfied for you yesterday allows one to glimpse the future... perhaps we could use it to discover whether or not interacting with the sodomisees above will lead us any closer to discovering the children? Or perhaps we must intervene in any event." His expression droops again.

[Pulpatoon]

Porphyry: "They were clad in animal blood and nothing else. I did not recognize the anyone from the village, but then, I did not linger to study faces."
The satyr digs up the pouch of dried eyeballs. "Hmm. A valid suggestion. But if I am to imbibe mind-altering magics, I would prefer to not do it in this place. Expanding one's consciousness can also open one up to attacks of a psychic or spiritual nature, and our present environs seem rife with both."

[AleBelly]

"I've no desire to face off against something that can possess our minds again. Besides, if it's a giant phallus I can't trust you won't mistake the one between my legs for the enemy!" guffaws Wulfhart.

"I say we exit this foul place and never return."

[OGRE MAGE]

Fingal gives Wulfhart the old .

MEN! Them blood soaked cultists were all men! The thief shakes his head in disgust.

As long as we are all on the mend from these strange ailments, I'd say I'd have to agree with ol' Wulfie on this one! Except for the part about his package, that is.

I ain't seen hide nor hair of no missing kids around here! Let's get outta this freak show and try our luck somewheres else.

Fingal scribbles a drawing of the penis monster in the dirt so the others can see its appalling features and decide for themselves.

[Grognardsw]

Looking up the large long shaft, the adventurers put their heads together to determine next steps. Asherrion seems to be taking a long time; his rope hangs limp. Porphyry fingers a magic eye, considering whether to take it in. Wrenly encourages him to swallow it. Wulfhart watches, boasting about his own big blade.

[saalaria]

Swilbosh absentmindedly starts whittling a figurine, trying to avoid producing a phallus-shaped creature.

[Grognardsw]

A slight majority favor not penetrating above to the unnameable thing. The adventurers leave the satanic womb of evil and emerge into daylight, standing aside erect stones and altar. Asherrion remains atop the hill as far as the party knows.

Porphyry the satyr has the dessicated demon eye, said by Wrenly to see the future.

[Pulpatoon]

Porphyry looks around, breathes in the fresh outside air, and says to the others, "If this thing sends me raving, take care of me until I can regain my senses. And if it kills me, I'm haunting each and everyone of you. Believe me, I know how." He swallows the eyeball.

[Grognardsw]

The satyr's vision flashes into a bizarre spectrum.

[Grognardsw]

It refines into a shifting tunnel.

[Grognardsw]

Emerging, or perhaps materializing, into sight...

[Grognardsw]

What future is this? the satyr wonders. Porphyry looks around, seeing not the hillside surroundings but a different place altogether. A strange otherworldly realm. This lasts several minutes before the real world shifts into focus. He is looking at a forest. A bear ambles into view and looks at him, its claws bloody. Something is caught on its rear paw, what looks like --

Then the magic vision fades and Porphry's sight is normal.

[ChubbyPixie]

Wrenly the Brown

"I suppose we must wait here near the entrance for Asherrion's return," says Wrenly. "Upon leaving for the stone we must collect my mule, Beatrix," he adds, "I've left her tied just at the bottom of the hill." He then turns his attention to Porphyry. He watches expectantly as the satyr swallows the eye, confident they are about to witness great magic. Just as Porphyry seems to be snapping out of his vision, Wrenly gestures towards him dramatically with a flourish of his robe. "Gentlemen... the FUTURE!" he says in his best stage voice from his theater days. He hopes fervently that the future doesn't involve giant cocks or the fighting thereof.

[Grognardsw]

Fingal scribbles a drawing of the penis monster in the dirt so the others can see its appalling features and decide for themselves.

The thief's drawing:

"An orgy of men. Men only. Amidst a slick and sloshing surface of blood, animal carcasses and body parts. Slurping up among this scene is..."



Fingal is quite skilled at drawing in the dirt.

[Pulpatoon]

Porphyry the Satyr rolls over and vomits into the grass. Groaning and wiping his mouth, he looks at the bag of eyeballs and says, "I'm afraid these have gone a bit off. Garden-variety transcendental psychedelia and vague metaphors that won't make sense until its too late. Maybe we should watch out for bears, or help bears, or someone or something that has bear-like attributes?" The satyr shrugs, grimaces, and scrapes at his tongue with his fingernails. "Gah. I have the worst taste in my mouth. Did we bring any wine from the village?"

[ChubbyPixie]

Porphyry the Satyr rolls over and vomits into the grass. Groaning and wiping his mouth, he looks at the bag of eyeballs and says, "I'm afraid these have gone a bit off. Garden-variety transcendental psychedelia and vague metaphors that won't make sense until its too late. Maybe we should watch out for bears, or help bears, or someone or something that has bear-like attributes?" The satyr shrugs, grimaces, and scrapes at his tongue with his fingernails. "Gah. I have the worst taste in my mouth. Did we bring any wine from the village?"

"Oh..." says Wrenly, visibly deflated. He turns to look at Fingal's expertly rendered dirt drawing. "OH!... Heironeous' scintillating breastplate!" he exclaims. "What is taking Asherrion so long? We really must be getting along..."

[Hotgoblin]

Groyn Do yous think Ash is in trouble? He's been gone quite sometime....I ain't felt him tug on the dang rope!

[saalaria]

"Yesss...too long, letssss get up there and fight the beassst."

Swil's forked tongue flicks in and out in excitement.