Scene 2: Avernum 4 Forum
Scene 2: Avernum 4 Forum
Alorael and Arancaytar enter. Arancaytar is being careful to stay behind Alorael so that he won't accidentally be sniped. Alorael opens the bottle of skribban and drinks it.
Arancaytar: Do you notice anything odd about this forum?
Alorael: It's dark.
Arancaytar: No, I meant that it looks like someone has already been cleaning this place up.
There is a rustling noise alongside them. They both aim their weapons in the general direction of the noise. There is another rustling sound behind them. Arancaytar turns to face that direction.
Arancaytar: I thought that there was only one thing.
There is a high-pitched gasp of shock from the shadows.
Arancaytar: Oh, great. There are still some GIFTS arou...
A high-pitched yet cultured voice interrupts him.
Filth Finder: Excuse me! We are neither things nor GIFTS. We are giant intelligent friendly talking roaches! I'm Filth Finder and this is my mate, Garbage Gatherer. This forum is just perfect for raising all three hundred of our children. It's dark, there are plenty of places to hide, and there is currently lots of trash lying about for us to collect.
There is an awkward silence.
Garbage Gatherer: Do you think you could stop aiming at us? We aren't going to hurt you and it's highly unlikely that you could hit us anyway.
Alorael and Arancaytar lower their weapons.
Garbage Gatherer: Thank you! Now, don't worry about us. You won't ever see us and we'll gather up any filth in this forum. I'd say you're cute but I already have a mate. So bye!
Arancaytar: Wait! Do you know anything about the thing?
Filth Finder: No. We've heard of it but we haven't seen it. The two of us tend to stick close together, so it shouldn't be a problem for us. Good luck hunting it down. Oh, and Infernal666hate is down that tunnel to your left. Bye!
Filth Finder and Garbage Gatherer scuttle off.
Arancaytar: That was just weird. They are helpful, though. I didn't even realize that there was a tunnel to the left.
After a quick search, Alorael and Arancaytar find the tunnel and walk down it. Arancaytar finally spots Infernal666hate, lying unconscious with the pieces of demonslayer nearby.
Arancaytar: We're too late. The thing already found Infernal.
Infernal666hate sits up and holds up the three pieces of demonslayer.
Infernal666hate: Its brokerage.
Arancaytar: What did you say?
Infernal666hate: Dam battalion languor! Gah!
Arancaytar: Oh. I see. Apparently, the thing doesn't affect everyone the same way.
Infernal666hate: Know, hit dose knot.
Arancaytar: Alorael, are you feeling okay? You've been quiet for a long time.
Alorael: I feel odd. Like... like...
Arancaytar: Like what? Like starting a new gimmick?
Alorael: No. I feel like giving up sniping and skribbane and gimmicks.
Alorael hands Arancaytar his sniper rifle and skribbane potions.
Infernal666hate: Watt!
Arancaytar: You can't be serious! What are you planning to do instead?
Alorael: I'll work to improve the safety and happiness of pedestrians.
Arancaytar: You're joking!
Alorael: No, I'm not! I really do want to do that. In fact, I'd like to start right now.
Arancaytar squints at the bottle in Alorael's hand.
Arancaytar: Wait... that isn't a skribbane potion. That's a skribban potion.
Infernal666hate: Watts the differential?
Arancaytar: Quite a lot, apparently. Here. This is a skribbane potion. Drink it, Alorael.
Arancaytar offers Alorael a potion. Alorael pushes it away.
Alorael: No, thank you. Skribbane is a terrible and dangerous drug.
Arancaytar sighs.
Arancaytar: All right, all right. Let's rejoin the others.
Arancaytar, Alorael, and Infernal666hate exit. In another tunnel, Bomber and Lord Llama are wandering aimlessly around.
Bomber: Where do you think we are?
Lord Llama: i dunno i think a4 is teh best gam dont u
Bomber: I suppose it's good. What do you like about it?
Lord Llama: i lik mjnjbhhf
Bomber: What? Your English is so bad not even I can understand you.
Lord Llama is looking right at the thing yet doesn't realize it. So Lord Llama doesn't react as the thing sneaks up behind Bomber. Suddenly, Bomber falls over unconscious. Lord Llama stares. The thing slinks away quickly.
Lord Llama: bomer wats rong
After a moment, Bomber regains consciousness and gets to his feet.
Lord Llama: bomer wats rong
Bomber: i dont realy kno lets go bak
Bomber and Lord Llama eventually find their way back to the main cave and exit.
Arancaytar: Do you notice anything odd about this forum?
Alorael: It's dark.
Arancaytar: No, I meant that it looks like someone has already been cleaning this place up.
There is a rustling noise alongside them. They both aim their weapons in the general direction of the noise. There is another rustling sound behind them. Arancaytar turns to face that direction.
Arancaytar: I thought that there was only one thing.
There is a high-pitched gasp of shock from the shadows.
Arancaytar: Oh, great. There are still some GIFTS arou...
A high-pitched yet cultured voice interrupts him.
Filth Finder: Excuse me! We are neither things nor GIFTS. We are giant intelligent friendly talking roaches! I'm Filth Finder and this is my mate, Garbage Gatherer. This forum is just perfect for raising all three hundred of our children. It's dark, there are plenty of places to hide, and there is currently lots of trash lying about for us to collect.
There is an awkward silence.
Garbage Gatherer: Do you think you could stop aiming at us? We aren't going to hurt you and it's highly unlikely that you could hit us anyway.
Alorael and Arancaytar lower their weapons.
Garbage Gatherer: Thank you! Now, don't worry about us. You won't ever see us and we'll gather up any filth in this forum. I'd say you're cute but I already have a mate. So bye!
Arancaytar: Wait! Do you know anything about the thing?
Filth Finder: No. We've heard of it but we haven't seen it. The two of us tend to stick close together, so it shouldn't be a problem for us. Good luck hunting it down. Oh, and Infernal666hate is down that tunnel to your left. Bye!
Filth Finder and Garbage Gatherer scuttle off.
Arancaytar: That was just weird. They are helpful, though. I didn't even realize that there was a tunnel to the left.
After a quick search, Alorael and Arancaytar find the tunnel and walk down it. Arancaytar finally spots Infernal666hate, lying unconscious with the pieces of demonslayer nearby.
Arancaytar: We're too late. The thing already found Infernal.
Infernal666hate sits up and holds up the three pieces of demonslayer.
Infernal666hate: Its brokerage.
Arancaytar: What did you say?
Infernal666hate: Dam battalion languor! Gah!
Arancaytar: Oh. I see. Apparently, the thing doesn't affect everyone the same way.
Infernal666hate: Know, hit dose knot.
Arancaytar: Alorael, are you feeling okay? You've been quiet for a long time.
Alorael: I feel odd. Like... like...
Arancaytar: Like what? Like starting a new gimmick?
Alorael: No. I feel like giving up sniping and skribbane and gimmicks.
Alorael hands Arancaytar his sniper rifle and skribbane potions.
Infernal666hate: Watt!
Arancaytar: You can't be serious! What are you planning to do instead?
Alorael: I'll work to improve the safety and happiness of pedestrians.
Arancaytar: You're joking!
Alorael: No, I'm not! I really do want to do that. In fact, I'd like to start right now.
Arancaytar squints at the bottle in Alorael's hand.
Arancaytar: Wait... that isn't a skribbane potion. That's a skribban potion.
Infernal666hate: Watts the differential?
Arancaytar: Quite a lot, apparently. Here. This is a skribbane potion. Drink it, Alorael.
Arancaytar offers Alorael a potion. Alorael pushes it away.
Alorael: No, thank you. Skribbane is a terrible and dangerous drug.
Arancaytar sighs.
Arancaytar: All right, all right. Let's rejoin the others.
Arancaytar, Alorael, and Infernal666hate exit. In another tunnel, Bomber and Lord Llama are wandering aimlessly around.
Bomber: Where do you think we are?
Lord Llama: i dunno i think a4 is teh best gam dont u
Bomber: I suppose it's good. What do you like about it?
Lord Llama: i lik mjnjbhhf
Bomber: What? Your English is so bad not even I can understand you.
Lord Llama is looking right at the thing yet doesn't realize it. So Lord Llama doesn't react as the thing sneaks up behind Bomber. Suddenly, Bomber falls over unconscious. Lord Llama stares. The thing slinks away quickly.
Lord Llama: bomer wats rong
After a moment, Bomber regains consciousness and gets to his feet.
Lord Llama: bomer wats rong
Bomber: i dont realy kno lets go bak
Bomber and Lord Llama eventually find their way back to the main cave and exit.