The Stand in the Wonk Caverns

[Slothtastic 761]

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The Group of Orcs entered the cavern. Alongside a human, and an elf. Allies, it would seem to the Lak Orc, Orgak. Upon entering immediately they were greeted with a group of Druii, it was obvious enough by the look of the Dark Elf with them. Green, skimpy robes. The Orcish party drew their weapons, Warcleavers and swords against leather as they slid from their sheathes.

“Is that a man or a woman?” Orgak asked, earning a few snickers among the group. The human made his way over to the Dark Elf child, almost in a trance amongst the water. Orgak watched carefully along with the Warchief of Gorkil. The new Swampgoth, Morlak, charged into the leader of the Druids. Nivindil. The two crashed into one another and slid down the cavern’s entrance. This attracted the attention of the ever watchful Wonks, as a slaughter began in their homeland. The Chieftan and an Elder Wonk charged forth, the Elder Wonk having some bag of powder with her. The elf with the Krugmarian Orcs sliced at the Dark Elf man in the skimpy robes and Orgak watched in horror as the Human raised his sword, preparing to strike the Dark Elven Child.

With a roar of anger, the Laklul Orc rammed into the human, sending all three tumbling into the water below as the Wonk Elder threw the dust over them. The child was the first out of the water, gasping as the Orc and Human crawled onto the land. Orgak shouted in anger at the human, “Dishonorable ****! You would try to kill a child!” As much as Orgak wanted to, and tried, to stab the man he could not. The dust had the same effect as the Cloud Temple. With a huff, the Druii went to one side and the Orcish Party went to the other.

The Wonk Chieftan told them of what the problem was, telling the two they had needed to work together. With reluctance, the two sides agreed. Making their way into the slime tunnels, they worked to dig up artifacts and weapons. Some retrieving Olog skulls and Fungiwood Idols. It wasn’t still someone had disturbed the slime did the group know just what was in store. Groups of slime formed, skeletons crawling their way out of the slime and zombies dropping from the ceiling. Eventually the slime had been slain, and the zombies and skeletons put to rest. The party for the most part was ok, although some had suffered minor injuries. Orgak had a gash on his cheek, where the slime was melting the fat there. It burned like hell but they all continued on. They continued digging. And each time they disturbed the slime more and more, earning only more injuries. By the 5th wave, Orgak suffered from a large gash on his lower left arm, some of the fat in his leg was melting and his upper torso had been torn. Causing quite the blood to flow, others had broken bones and shattered limbs. Fat melting in their feet, causing only more impediments. Supplies were getting low, and so was morale. Armor was falling apart, melted by the slime as were their blades. Some were reduced to fighting with bits of bone from their enemies. As they continued the fight they noticed their numbers dropped more and more. Some of the wounded were left behind, they were surrounded by the monsters. At least that’s what Orgak kept telling himself.

By the 8th wave, morale was demolished. Armor was practically useless up against the hordes of enemies and their blades were melted from the slime. Ammunition was low, down to only a one quiver an archer (around 16 arrows). Orgak looked up only to find yet another cut down and wounded by their enemies. Surrounded, exhausted, and with no food left they made their last stand. Orgak’s wrist was shattered, he could tell that much. And halfway through combat he lost himself in a rage. He awoke a bit later, they had won but barely. Their druid support had been wounded, along with the child. Suffering a concussion and cracked skull. After all this effort, they got a chest in return. A chest they couldn’t open. The child was taken back to the Druid grove with her father, and the remaining three Orcs and two elves made their way to the Chieftan’s den. There, they had to vote amongst themselves who would receive a blade. Morlak, the Swampgoth, won the vote. And Orgak left to tend to his wounds. As he made his way back inside his den underneath the Laklul shrine he felt relief. He had lived to fight again.

[Chimp 528]

((On a serious note though, that event is crazy, last time we got to wave 8 and most of the party were dead, apparently it goes up to at least 16 since one of the things we found required us to reach wave 16 to open it. I'd love to see more people team up to try to clear it.))

[Burnsy 437]

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