Solo F/M/T

[TheGodThatFailed]

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The Mauling And Maiming of Mulahey
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Again, some parts are quite sick.

Deep inside the Nashkel mines, Shagrath found the source of the Iron Crisis. A half-orc named Mulahey was behind the problem. Before a fight with the half-orc, Shagrath explored a bit. An elven mage named Xan was located, and he had been captured. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Have you come to kill me?" Questioned the elf as Shagrath approached. "...Yes." Shagrath replied, gripped Varcona in both hands, and charged towards Xan, and swung sideways, cleaving him in half. Shagrath snook into the entrance to Mulahey's quarters and observed a chest. Mulahey was sitting behind a desk, reading a letter. Shagrath creeped behind him, and embedded Varscona into Mulahey's spine, to great effect. Mulahey roared, and ran out the room. As he fled, Shagrath let a Magic Missle loose, but it didn't slow Mulahey's retreat. Shagrath ran after Mulahey, to find himself in a trap. At least 10 Kobolds were waiting for him. He dashed into the room were he'd killed Xan, and hid in a corner. He drew his crossbow, and picked off the Kobolds one by one. All that was left was the orc. Shagrath hid again, and snook up behind Mulahey once again. Mulahey heard the footsteps, and span round. Shagrath was fast, and darted behind him again. "Where are you, damnable elf!"
"Over Here, are you blind?"
Mulahey staggered forwards as Shagrath's blade once again was thrust into his spine. He swung around, and hit shagrath in the ribs with his flail. He was lifted off his feet, and thrown back into Xan's room. he hit the floor with a loud thump. He got to his feet, and recieved another heavy hit to the legs, and fell again. Mulahey stood before above shagrath, who thaught this was the end. As the flail decened upon him, he grabbed Xan's upper half, and held it in the path of the wepon. Xan's chest exploded under the force, spraying blood everywhere. "UUAAGGHH MY EYES!" Mulahey roared. He was staggering around blinded by the blood in his eyes. Shgrath rose to his feet, And grabbed Varscona, running it through Mulahey. the monster fell down onto his back, still roaring. "You'll never beat us, drow!" he yelled.
"Oh no? What makes you so sure? You fell, as will your supiriors!" As Shagrath spoke, he raised his sword once again, and dealt the Coupe De Grace to Mulahey. He felt good, if it wasn't for his murderous instincts telling him to kill Xan, he himself would be dead right now. Even though Xan's chest had saved his life, it WAS a heavy blow, and Shagrath could tell it had broken his arm. A god job it wasn't his sword arm. He grabed the letter, Mulahey's cleric symbol, a few spells and a ring, and set off back to Nashkel. Because of his actions at the Carnival, he had a large bounty on his head. He snook part the gaurds, and showed his finds to Berrun Ghastkill, the Mayor of Nashkel. For killing Mulahey, he gave Shagrath 900 gold peices, and cancelled the order to kill him. But shagrath kept grudges, and knew that if he came across Ghastkill again, he would take his life, for issuing the same command on shagrath in the first place.

[TheGodThatFailed]

FYI - Shagrath will be up and adenturing again soon. Possably with some companions, or enemys Here's why: Since me and Myst's BG2 mp game didn't work, and he had a bg1 char somewhere, we decided it would be a good idea if we played through the games seperatly, but interlinked our stories together. Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't, but hell, it sure is worth a try.

[TheGodThatFailed]

Shagrath is back, and ready to kill.

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Demons & Wizards
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Shagrath was again, wandering a wilderness, when a 'local' approched rerrified, screaming about a demon hen to the east. Shagrath didn't see anything scary about a demon hen, and pushed the commonder aside. Later on, Shagrath became aware of an odd looking hen, had been trying to keep up with him for around 5 minutes. He turned, and laughed. "Hah, a demon hen...How...scary?" he mused. The hen explained that it was no demon, and needed to speak to the wizard of High Hedge. Shagrath knew wizards in big fortresses had nice trsure, so he agreed to help. He picked up the bird, and threw it into his pack, "Hey, not so rough!" It protested.
"i'm your only hope, i will treat you how i will. Now be silent, and get in there!" Shagrath snapped, closing the pack on the hen.
They finally reached high hedge, and shagrath spoke to the wizard. He needed a skull to restore the man, and shagrath had been in a battle earlyer, spilling blood, taking heads, and luckyly, he had a bandit skull in his pack. Don't ask why he carried it round, he just did. The man was restored, and Shagrath was offended by his lack of reward. He drew his blade, but had to flee the fight, as some rather large flesh golems pounded into the room.

Something big must be going down, Shagrath could tell. He was so sure, becuase he'd never seen gibberlings and undead together in such mass. 3 skeleton archers, 7 skeleton warriors, 5 mutated gibberlings. Shagrath charged to the skeletons, and steel met steel. With a mighty clang, Shagrath's blade cut through the weak, corroded blade of a skeleton. He ducked under a swing of a warhammer, then was forced to roll, to avoid being stabbed in the head. from his laying down position, he thrust his sword upwards into a gibberling, then threw his sheild over himself to absorb a hit from another hammer. He rose, striking a warrior with his shield, suprised at how easyly it collapsed. Shagrath was lucky, He was in the middle of a large crowd, and the archers all hit the same warrior, bringing it down. Dodging a leap from a gibberling, he swung Varscona, flooring yet another warrior. He turned and stabbed at the gibberling, which had smahsed a skeleton to peices when it missed Shagrath. He drove Varscona into the gibberling, spilling blood onto the soil. the archer's made the same mistake again, with their last arrows, putting down another warrior. They marched into combat with Shagrath, who kicked out at the thigh of one of them, to great effect, it collapsed to the floor. The gibberlings went into a frenzy, and started to fight eahc other. The skeletons looked around, then turned and marched off into the night. Shagrath was impressed and proud he had survived the attack, but wondored why they had spared him. A heavy hit from behind knocked him to the floor, and he rolled over in time to see the large fist of a ghoul whizzing towards him. He rolled, and lunged upwards, digging his sword into the monster's leg. Shagrath rose to his feet, and yanked on his blade's hilt, pulling it halfway out it's leg, but only got it stuck on the ghoul's bone. He staggered back, unarmed. He ducked under a swing from the ghoul's large arm, and straightened with a punch to ghoul's face, and as it strumbled back, he grabbed out at the hilt of his sword. All this did, was cause the ghoul to loose ballence, and fall to the floor, pulling shagrath over with it. Shagrath's fist met with the ghoul's jaw, almost ripping it off. He rolled off the ghouls, and yanked once more at Varscona. He dragged it out the ghoul's leg, rose it into the night sky above his head, and as the blood dripped off the blade onto his face, plunged it down into the ghoul's head, spraying blood onto shagrath's front. Another bloody encounter, but why were undead travelling in such mass? There had to be something up...

[Rockstar]

this man is so dispicably evil.... i love it! 8)