14:41 - 00:00: The gigorim's name is Grognob "The Flatulent" (translated from the Gigorim by Llewellyn), and he is one of several witchdoctors that serve Skrung. He is absolutely terrified, and can barely control himself (demonstrating where his title comes from) in light of the ritual he was (according to him) "forced" to conduct, the results ("He wuz my best mate, Bungor was.") and to be in the presence of a group who just massacred a major daemon and the energumen it created.
return for its life, the monster draws the group a crude map, showing
kitchens to the southwest ("Watch out for the cook, Mongoth, he's
vicious, though not as vicious as his cooking"), "Prisuns" to the
northwest ("Dey keep powerful enemies in there"), and after a "Gard
room", a way down to the "Boss". Now completely spent, the group tell
Grognob to go, warning him that if he betrays them, they will do to him,
what they did to the daemon. Sobbing with relief and loss, the gigorim
runs for his wretched life.
The group settle down to rest.
However, a few hours later a patrol of guards begins to bang on the
doors leading to the conjuring chamber. They last less than a minute,
taken by surprise by the party, and hacked apart in a brief eruption of
12/7/51: 00:01 - 00:20:
Feeling mostly rested, the group head back to the crossroads that leads
from the manticore chambers. From there, they head west, moving past a
partial collapse of the corridor, soon coming to another huge
gigorim sized door. Veteran struggles to open this one, the wood having
warped a little in the frame (although this is clearly a well traveled
path), and it takes the assistance of Ormid to wrench it free of its
With the door open, the group are immediately hit by a
strong smell like cooked garbage, and they find themselves looking into a
wide chamber, from which lead a number of corridors. Piles of
mouldering rubbish lies strewn about, the nearest one exuding a filthy
pool of sticky, greenish ooze. As the group's light enters the area, so
hundreds of cockroaches and rats scurry away. Moments later, alerted by
the tide of vermin, a vulgorim warrior begins to tromp towards the
group, his pace increasing as he spots the pale, artificial light of the
As he comes round the corner, he is attacked, his
thigh destroyed by the rogue and his mace before he can even raise his
weapon arm. Bellowing like a wounded bull, the gigorim is silenced mere
seconds later, when the warforged steps in past the vaulting vyrleen,
and plants the edge of his fiery, storm wreathed blade into its guts,
bursting its belly open and sending it to the ground, convulsing and
drowning in his own blood.
The group decide to head northeast,
to seek the prisons, reasoning that they may find allies in there.
However, they are also more than a little aware that time is running
out, for it getting closer and closer to the 13th, and their meeting
with the Tanners and Knife Sharpener's Guild.
They move through
several more filthy corridors, piled up with more rotting waste, and
soon find a huge door that bears tempered steel spikes on its surface,
as well as clear reinforcements to its structure. Gigorim can be heard
dully chatting from the other side, one of them coughing thickly
throughout, and the group decide that a surprise attack would be best.
However, the doors are an issue, for
getting them open will clearly be difficult from this side.
00:21 - 00:23: Calling on
his shadow powers, the warforged becomes less than solid, and slides
through the doorway and into the chamber beyond. It is large; a diamond
shaped room, with doors set in each point, barred from the inside. In
the middle of the chamber yawns a vast pit, 20' across, and the gods
only know how deep. Around this stand three vulgorim, each bearing a
huge spiked club, hide armour and a sack of shaped throwing rocks. The
room is warm with their heat, and reeks of their flatulence, and the
living construct has to wipe the sudden condensation from his eyes that
forms there. With the brief magics holding him in the shadow plane
fading, he prepares to act, reaching up towards the beams (for there are
two) blocking the door.
Suddenly, the magic ends, and with a
roar Veteran throws off the bars blocking the door, the massive portal
being kicked open a moment later by the artificer. Utterly shocked by
the light that has suddenly filled their chamber, and confused as to
what is going on, the vulgorim do nothing at first other than look
around stupidly. Things change when Llewellyn darts in, and shatters the
knee-cap of the nearest brute, sending it stumbling back towards the
pit. It manages - just - to keep its wits about it, and drops to the
floor before falling in. However, the battle is on, and the group pile
Two of the guards attack with their clubs, meeting deadly
resistance. The third stands back and repeatedly fails to hit anyone
with his thrown rocks. Realising they may be in trouble, one of the
monsters backs to the northern door, and throwing off the bars, bangs on
it, screaming out (in vulgorim) "Oi! Boss! We's under attack! Get up
here and help!", From beyond the door, a deeper voice, filled with
irritation replies, its words lost in the tummult of battle.
of bloody madness pass, with the warforged taking a heavy blow from one
of the vulgorim, his head dented and bent to a strange angle, his
internal systems screaming at him that he has been seriously wounded.
Then the northern doors swing wide, revealing a huge gigorim clad in a
heavy apron of fire-blackened leather; a brutal over sized axe in one
hand, a crude shield of melded bones, covered in primal glyphs, on his
other arm. At the same time, the rock thrower piles in towards the party, raising his club with a battle cry.
Uznoor the jailor, a potent enemy, strides to destroy
the invaders, but misses badly several times. He roars in fear as one
of his allies is brutally shoved by a wave of artifice into the pit, the
screams of the falling monster stopping briefly as it is heard to slap
wetly into something far below - the agonised cries recommencing moment
later for a while, until they are suddenly cut off, a slimy slurping
sound and low level fizzing the only sounds to follow.
downed gigorim is slain, his throat opened brutally, and the jailer
becomes desperate to destroy these potent enemies. He tries to cleave
the Veteran in two, but instead suddenly finds himself tumbling sideways
towards the pit, a wave of magical force having caught him in the side.
He bellows in fear, only too aware of the monstrous and ancient
Gelatinous Cube that waits hungrily below, and desperately twists,
smashing hard to the ground, winded.
The Veteran receives
another hefty blow, the club of the vulgorim that just joined the melee sending him flying
through the air, to crash, dazed, next to the jailer. This brute is taken out moments later however, screaming as he
plunges into the pit, knocked almost senseless by the vyrleen, who
vaults off the wall, and smashes him in the skull with his mace. With a roar,
Uznoor rises to his feet - only to get smashed in the belly by the
rogue's deadly mace, and slashed by the Veteran's snarling blade. Gasping and soiling himself, he tries to slash the
warforged twice with his brutal blade. However, so pained and off
balance is he, that he fails to hit, the warforged catching the heavy
edge on his adamantium plated forearm, deflecting its force, and further
off balancing the brute.
Ultimately, this is the Jailer's
undoing, for it leaves him teetering precariously next to the deadly
pit. Seeing an opening, Ormid shouts out his oldest spell, and a
shockwave of thunderous energy erupts from the downed warforged, smashing
Uznoor in the face, splattering his nose and snapping his massive head
back. Shocked, Skrung's jailer steps back, his massive foot slipping on
the edge of the pit. Time seems to freeze as he hangs there, arms
flailing, awkwardly looming over the darkness, and then, with a shriek,
he is gone - paralysed and devoured by the blind horror in the pit.
the southern door can be heard (and felt) the approaching tromp of huge booted
feet, and the group move to quickly dispatch the last surviving gigorim.
It tries to crush the vyrleen, but ultimately, perishes as Ormid, his
massive artifice arm spitting steam and sparks, punches it in the
throat, and sends it to join its comrades as the oozes feast.
southern door explodes in a shower of splinters as a vulgorim kicks
through it, the hulking brute's lower leg bleeding badly from the
spikes. Behind it, another two filthy behemoths can be seen, their eyes
widening in shock as they smell and sense the extreme violence that just
filled this room.
From the northern corridor, a deep voice,
sounding more like slabs of granite rubbing together than anything else,
cries out in base gigorim; "H-help...."