Koryeneer began clambering down, hell-bent on the task.
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Koryeneer fell into a blind, determined pace, yelling at the top of his breath all the while, jabbing his spear hard and fast, “Come back here, you hunch-backed thief!The gibberling made guttural, cackling noises, waving the pipe wildly in his hand like newfound merchandise. Koryeneer glowered.
The gibberling laughed mockingly as he descended deeper and deeper into the desperate homeland of spider-webbed tunnels and shrieking, suddenly-appearing gibberlings who lurked in their dark Hell. They were appearing by the dozens as Koryeneer impaled them against the walls, slammed into their faces with his gauntleted fists and spilling their brain matter like cracked eggs.
Pain wracked his body as the Gibberlings were relentless today, stronger even, and tearing at him in straightforward, fearless war-tactics-- enraged by God knows what.
Finally, the dragonslayer fought and spell-armed his way into the belly of the cave. There were no gibberlings here, there was only a blood-speckled altar and the remnants of a thoroughly unrecongizable man. A nose here, an arm and leg there. . .
A flash of impatience seized Koryeneer as he started to talk to himself a bit, “You have any idea the great-length I took to even craft that pipe. Then, something stopped his brooding and he stared marveling at the greatsword half-concealed in the fetid water nearby, half-glowing with a seething fire.
Koryeneer scooped the blade out of the water and the whole room fell into illumination. “Beshaba’s bad breath,” He mumbled under his breath.
In that moment the gibberling who had stolen Koryeneer’s precious pipe leaped atop his back and started clawing murderously at his back.
Koryeneer grabbed it by the wrists and sent it spiraling forward into the muck and piled-high corpses, then, with his well-balanced strength and skill slashed downward; splitting the ugly thing into gory ribbons.
He then pulled out a raise dead scroll, gesturing a bit as he tinkered with the magic within. A white glow enveloped round the carcass. When the light finally cleared, a dark man stood before the dragonslayer.
Valiant twisted his face into a mirthless smile, more sneer than smile.
Koryeneer cleared his throat, “So. . .are you going to forgive me for real this time?”
“That depends.”
Valiant pulled out something glinting from his sword-belt.
Koryeneer raised a brow, “What in the name of Faerun are you doing?”
“I am uncertain, so this will play the truth-seeker in this regard.”
Koryeneer looked at him like he was completely insane, then nodded slowly.
“If the coin comes up with the crest of Waterdeep it means No, if it’s thick-head paladin Piergieron it means Yes.”
“Simple enough.”
“Well enough.”
Valiant closed his eyes as if in prayer before tossing the Dragon coin high in the air. Yellow-gold fell tumbling back into his palm. He eyed the result and chuckled. Piergeiron, the only open Lord of Waterdeep smiling right back at him.
(Forgot to use the client extension and half the dialogue is missing.
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