05-15-2006, 08:16 AM
Part 1: In which all Hell breaks loose
He did not trust her. The troll female had been lingering about outside the walls of Stonard. As the party made final their preparations to enter the ruins of the Temple of Atalââ¬â¢Hakkar she had quickly approached them, asking where they were going. Her orcish was terribly accented with another tongue Caribous was not familiar with. When they revealed their destination to be the sunken temple her eyes lit with an incredible intensity that had immediately set Caribous on edge.
But she seemed to gain control of herself and smiled, revealing a mouthful of pointed teeth flanked with two lengthy, fang-like tusks. She wore a suit of tight-fitting black leather with coarsely stitched seams. Up and down the lengths of her arms were black and red tattoos of snakes that seemed to be eating one another starting at their tails. As she moved about the snakes rippled and writhed with a life of their own. Bones and small trinkets hung from her belt lending a chime to her step. Her face was hidden behind a large skull mask, identifying her as a witch-doctor of some form.
ââ¬ÅAh know tha passages of Atalââ¬â¢Hakkar if ya be lookinââ¬â¢ for a guide.ââ¬
He did not trust her. The troll female had been lingering about outside the walls of Stonard. As the party made final their preparations to enter the ruins of the Temple of Atalââ¬â¢Hakkar she had quickly approached them, asking where they were going. Her orcish was terribly accented with another tongue Caribous was not familiar with. When they revealed their destination to be the sunken temple her eyes lit with an incredible intensity that had immediately set Caribous on edge.
But she seemed to gain control of herself and smiled, revealing a mouthful of pointed teeth flanked with two lengthy, fang-like tusks. She wore a suit of tight-fitting black leather with coarsely stitched seams. Up and down the lengths of her arms were black and red tattoos of snakes that seemed to be eating one another starting at their tails. As she moved about the snakes rippled and writhed with a life of their own. Bones and small trinkets hung from her belt lending a chime to her step. Her face was hidden behind a large skull mask, identifying her as a witch-doctor of some form.
ââ¬ÅAh know tha passages of Atalââ¬â¢Hakkar if ya be lookinââ¬â¢ for a guide.ââ¬