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Through the gate we went, beinâ€™ as stealthy as we could, tryinâ€™ to avoid any Anal Slavers, or hill giants what might be wanderinâ€™ about.
Anal Slavers is cruel and ugly lizard like creatures with faces like dogs and scales stickinâ€™ outta their backs and they always travel in packs, each oâ€™ â€˜em carryinâ€™ a heavy stick with a big long knife tied on to the end o’ it with rawhide. And believe me, theyâ€™s just itchinâ€™ ta cut somethinâ€™ up into little pieces with it!
Hill giants saunterinâ€™ along, grumblinâ€™ and mumblinâ€™to themselves, lookinâ€™ fer somethinâ€™ to whack with the huge clubs theyâ€™s carryinâ€™. And they always has their shamans with â€˜em and those shamans is really nasty, with powerful magic what they hurls at ya!
Or Mind Flayers what like ta suck yer brains out right through yer ear and leave ya standinâ€™ there, babblinâ€™ like an idiot! â€˜Cept men donâ€™t have to worry so much â€˜bout mind flayers, ya know? A man can loose a good deal oâ€™ his brain to a mind flayer and it donâ€™t bother him one bit. Like I said a few pages back, most oâ€™ a manâ€™s brain is just paddinâ€™ anyway.
On top oâ€™ all that, Thrym could decide at any moment ta drop a load oâ€™ dragons or a huge purple worm or a bunch oâ€™ dire bears right down on top oâ€™ us! Oh geez! Arik really is a horrible place ta be walkinâ€™ â€˜round in!
Anyways, Sun-Ok lead the way, doinâ€™ her scoutinâ€™, clearinâ€™ traps and lookinâ€™ fer monsters, makinâ€™ sure the path was safe fer the rest oâ€™ us. Shortly we found ourselves in front oâ€™ Njordâ€™s temple with the boys arguing â€˜bout whether we should go in or not.
Durok and Walis was thinkinâ€™ they knew a better place to start their huntinâ€™ for the seed what Frankie was needinâ€™. And Port was jumpinâ€™ up and down, his face gettinâ€™ all red and blotchy lookinâ€™ with spittle shootinâ€™ outta his mouth, stompinâ€™ his foot, insistinâ€™ Njordâ€™s temple was the place to look first!
Well Durok and Walis, and I aintâ€™ sure who else, went off to do their lookinâ€™ in some other place, and Port, Bel and a few oâ€™ the others made their way into Njordâ€™s temple leavinâ€™ me standinâ€™ there between the two groups watchinâ€™ them each go their separate ways.
Well Iâ€™ll tell ya! Beinâ€™ in Arik with a bunch oâ€™ folks is bad enough . . . but when the group splits up, with each goinâ€™ their separate way, its just about the worst thing ya can do in a place like this! I just donâ€™t think men is too bright, ya know?
Anyways Iâ€™m standinâ€™ there alone realizinâ€™ that now I ainâ€™t part oâ€™ either group and I better join one soon or for sure Iâ€™ll be seeinâ€™ Garm again! I chose ta go along with Port â€˜cause he always seems ta be good at findinâ€™ things weâ€™s lookinâ€™ fer.
With Port, itâ€™s almost like heâ€™s been to the place weâ€™s lookinâ€™ in many times before, and he knows just where ta look! Well . . . mayhap in another life?
I followed Port and Bel inside, and straight off we were set upon by a bunch oâ€™ water elementals but they ainâ€™t caused us much oâ€™ a problem. We poked around a bit and found a few pretty sashes, purple ones! The color matched perfect with the trim on me armor! And they was infused with magic too!
There wasnâ€™t much else in the Temple so we headed outside again and glory be, Faith was standinâ€™ there makinâ€™ small talk with Durok, Walis and all the others whoâ€™d returned, tellinâ€™ them sheâ€™d decided she was gonna help us in our quest!
Well, I canâ€™t think oâ€™ anyone better ta have along then that girl! She can conjure up some potent magic! Now back together again, the bunch oâ€™ us made off to another Temple, this one close by, and built in honor of Loki. Once inside, Port found a key what was tucked away in an old chest. We decided to keep it, thinkinâ€™ it might unlock some doors to other places in the lost city.
Loki’s temple was dank with a bad odor to it and gloomy too, and I ainâ€™t wanted ta stay any longer then I had ta â€˜cause I just donâ€™t like Temples oâ€™ any sort, so when our searchinâ€™ was over I was the first to leave.
I made my way out the door and walked away from the entrance and through the gate, breathinâ€™ deep, gettinâ€™ some good air back into me lungs. I happened ta glance up and ohh geeeez! Not twenty paces in front oâ€™ me was Father McGreggor and with him, at least five Aloonies! And they was all headinâ€™ straight at me!! Oh geez!
Well, fer sure I ainâ€™t no hero, and I was determined not to be dyinâ€™ again that night so I gave McGreggor me nicest smile and said â€œHello Fatherâ€ and â€œGoodbye Fatherâ€ in the same breath, gave him a quick curtsy, turned and ran like hel away from them wicked things as fast as me legs would carry me!
I guess when Bel, Port, Faith, Sun-Ok, Durok, Walis and Voran came outta the Temple, they was more than a match fer McGreggor and the aloonies. I ainâ€™t sure â€˜cause I was still runninâ€™ ya know? I ran all the way to that hut near the house where the slavers eats their meals, and climbed in the hole what leads into the basement and after I stopped shakinâ€™ I curled up into a little ball next to the wall and went to sleep fer three days!
Iâ€™m sorry I canâ€™t tell ya anymore â€˜bout what happened that night in Arik. I ainâ€™t seen anyone all week ta ask. Footholdâ€™s pretty much deserted these days, ya know.
But weâ€™s all goinâ€™ again tonight. Yup! Back to Arik! Mayhap weâ€™ll find the damm seed what Frankieâ€™s needinâ€™. Mayhap weâ€™ll find some other things too. Weâ€™ll see, I guess.