(Close enough to when I said I'd put it up XD Lets start off with some action!)

"Run! Run! Run! Sound the alarm! we are being invaded!...AGAIN!" a little greenish imp, by the name of Noff, came running and screaming down the twisting halls of "The Cave," Notify the warriors! Hide the treasure! Save the liquor!" He kept running till he ran into a wall, at which point he pulled out a pick axe and started hacking away.


"Oh hell...It feels like only yesterday we had to fight of some knight guy in shiny armor proclaiming he would vanquish us all..." Lamm was walking down a coridor, his right hand shoved between his ribs so he could scratch his spine, "Well, least it means the eating will be good this week...wait...that little turd didn't mention how many this time." Dumbstruck Lamm sat down, in the middle of the path as monsters where running to and fro, "He also didn't state which enterance...Maybe its over allready." He leaned back and had someone step right through him, "That was pleasant..." He poped his bones back into place, "I guess the action is that way..."

"I'm telling you, Sludge, you'll look fantastic," Atsuro was saying to his partner. "It'll be great. And with any luck, a couple of fine-" He was interrupted by the alarm and sighed. "I hate work." He stood and began to wander the halls, looking for the right direction to head.
"BuT It'S NoT AlL BaD," Sludge gurgled as he followed Atsuro. "ThEy LeT Us StAy HeRe FoR FrEe."
"I suppose there is that, yes. Maybe we should attack the humans more and try to scare them off for good."
"I DoUbT ThAt WoUlD WoRk."
"You're right. It's a plan too smart for a feeble-minded human to comprehend." The crowd seemed to be moving in the same general direction. "Well, let's get moving." They fought their way through the throngs of monsters, trying to get to the entrance where the attackers were.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;


Only this, and nothing more."


The door slammed open, a small green imp was standing on the other side, carrying a mace that was completely unfit to him. "PUT DOWN THE BOOK AND GET YOUR SKELETON ASS IN THE FIGHT!" Frostbane's head turned 180º degrees to face the imp who had just bursted in, seeing the door slam had broken a small bottle of poison Frostbane was working in, he started yelling. The imp, surprised, started yelling as well. Both of them stood there yelling at each other for a few seconds. Until, eventually, the imp ran away, bumbling the mace around. Frostbane gave a long, pained sigh and stood up from his chair.

Frostbane's whole room resembled what once seemed to be the office of a noble. Several books carefully organized all around, a small desk and chair for sitting and reading, with a small stuffed bunny on top of it. A big fireplace stood in the far corned of the room, with a big picture of Frostbane (Back when he had a face) on top of it, in the picture he had pitch black gelled back hair and red eyes, and was smiling while holding a bunny. The whole room was covered in a thick layer of ice. Even the 'flames' on the fireplace were actually ice cristals stacked up one on top of another, resembling a flame.

Frostbane grabbed his head with both of his hands and spun it back in place, making a light snap. He then started hovering his way to the door, before he left, he approached the stuffed bunny. "Don't worry Mr. Snuggles, i will be back soon." He gently petted the stuffed animal's head, wich fell off. Frostbane panicked and desperatly started trying to put the pieces back together. He then approached the head to the torso with one hand and used his free hand to cast magic. A purple light emanated from his meatless fingers and the two parts of the bunny started knitting themselves together. Frostbane let out a long sigh of relief and walked out of the door to fend off the atackers as he was asked to. "I just hope it's not another paladin."

Frostbane hovered his way through the labyrinth, leaving a trail of ice whenever he went. The bunny stood in the place where it was left, it's innocent appearance still kept in it's face, wich was upside down.

A crowd was being gathered looking towards an certain monster.
They started throwing stuff at him.
He growled back, and the crowd disappeared.
Among other people it could be heard that the Maskless were on neither side of the humans or monsters. Or of their own kind even.

Lamm stood up, and started walking in the direction of commotion, I wonder what dwarf taste like this time of year...it is a good harvest season for them, so they should be nice and plump..." He continued walking till he heard a noise from inside him, a slight rumbling growl, "The hell? that stopped happing many years ago, whats going on in there?" He reached his hand inside himself and pulled out a bat with a fat grub in its mouth, "Stop eating my worms! they hold me together at night!" He swiftly drop kicked the bat, sending it, and his right leg flying down the hall. "Damnit..." He fell to his right, "Anyone willing to lend a corpse a leg?"

Abraham Richards III adjusted his monacle with his free hand as he reviewed the manuscript he held in the other. He could never get used to the how small sheets of paper where, or the small calligraphy humans would write. Regardless of intelligence, Abraham was still an ogre, and lacked the fine motor skills humans possessed. He had to be extra careful not to let his large hands crumple the manuscript by mistake.
Another monstrosity ran into Abrahams leg, causing him to stumble and drop his papers.
"Oh Bugger!" Abe cursed as he kneeled down to pick up the scattered papers.
"Don't waste your time with that!" exclaimed an Imp. "We have another intruder! Get him! Gogogo!" he continued as he scampered off.
Abe grabbed the papers and tucked them away. Another human raid was a convenience. The ogre food supply was begining to run short. This may save them a "foraging" trip of their own. Smiling, Abe began heading toward the entrance.

(OoC: Aw, poor bunny. lol)

Sludge had been following Atsuro when he noticed Lamm lying on the ground, missing a leg. "HoLd On, AtSuRo," he bubbled. "LaMm NeEdS HeLp."
Atsuro walked over to him and noticed his leg was gone. "Oh yes, so he does." He thought for a moment. "Show him that new trick we've been working on. This might tickle a bit," he said to Lamm.
"GoOd IdEa." He covered Lamm's body where his leg used to be and, after much effort, began to solidify. Eventually, he formed a new leg for Lamm.
"Not bad, huh?" Atsuro said and held out a hand. "We'll get you a fresh one when this is over."

Lamm giggled, "It tickles." He stood up when it was done, "Do you mean a fresh leg? or a FLESH leg?" he started laughing at his own joke, "Sorry couldn't resist." He started looking around, "I guess the commotion isn't over yet...Do you think it will taste good?" He started walking in the opposite direction, then stopped, "Zombie senses tingling, I'm going the wrong way." He turned around and started walking the right way, "My money is on it being a bunch of theives and treasure hunters..."

They kept walking till the entered a big open area, "I guess I was wrong." He stood in aww as he looked at a small army of men, led by a man in sparkling silver armor, "Anyone got a can opener?"

(OoC: The army can have anything you want in it, but it is led by a paladin, sorry Niscp XP)

Frostbane appeared right behind the others, spinning his scythe in hand. "What's all the commotio- PALADIN!" Frostbane jumped on the closest (Can be anyone) creature he found and wrapped his arms around it tightly, shaking. He stood like that for a few moments but then got down and recovered his composure. "Ahem. Yes, well." Frostbane knelt down and picked his scythe, wich he had dropped when he jumped. He spun it in his hand and a small icy fog appeared on his other hand. "Very well then. Just so you know, if the paladin gets close to me, i'm running."

Atsuro had begun to follow Lamm when Frostbane jumped on him out of nowhere. He finally let go once he regained his composure. "Not to worry, Frosty," Atsuro said. "Show him our other trick," he said to Sludge. A stream of liquid flew from Lamm's leg and landed on the wall. It slowly began to melt a hole through it. "See? We just gotta shoot this at the paladin and game over." He threw his daggers up from their holsters on their side. "I've come to like this place," he said and caught the daggers. "I'll never let anything bad happen. Let's rock."

"Wow...did my leg? wait...right its Sludge..ha..haha.." Lamm started to laugh uncontrollably, when he final finished, he noticed a little man had thrust a sword through his torso, "Not cool..." he thurst his hand into the mans face, "I am going to eat your brians! OM NOM NOM!" He started laughing and slapped his knee, "Hahaha, oh jeeze, if I was still living this woulda hurt." He pulled the sword out of himself, "Ahh the spoils of war...wait I think I need that..." He pulled an organ from the blade and placed it back in through the wound, "Should we charge in? or just stand here and collect spoils afterwards...ahh such a predicament..." He threw the sword into a group that was fighting.

"Golem sleepy!" The tall golem walked into the open space and looked at the army. "Golem no fight, he sleepy!" As he walked he was constantly complaining to the little imp that was leading him along. "Friends!" Barirk turned towards his fellow "abominations".

ooc: sorry it took so long to post.

"Oh...Fascinating, i do want to examine this substance better, later." He turned to the group of adventurers, that was alredy charging in their direction. "Now there's some killing to do!" Frostbane stretched out his free hand, a scroll ejected from his sleeve and he threw it high up. He spun his scythe in hand and sinked it into one of the attacker's shoulders, as he ripped the scythe away, it was covered in blood. Right at that moment, Frostbane slashed the blood covered scythe against the scroll. "Necromaticon blood magic, Frost armor!" The scroll turned into ice and then entered Frostbane.

Frostbane stood still for a moment, he set his scythe in front of him and then suddenly his robe ripped open as several shards of ice started appearing both inside and around him. The several shards of ice filled in the spaces between his bones and also drastically increased Frostbane's size, he was now about the size of a small ogre. With a snap of his fingers, Frostbane's scythe disappeared. He snapped his ice knuckles. "All right, FOR BUNNY!" He charged in the midst of the attackers, punching them away and crushing them as he went.

(^^)

Aberaham eventually found himself confronted by a squad of human soldiers. He raised an eyebrow in amusement as the humans he towered over drew their swords high as though they were destined for glory.
"In the name of our king, we shall smite thou't evil which plague our land!" proclaimed the leader.
Aberaham scoffed at the comment. "Well seeing that it is thou which persecutes our species, it is from my perspective which a may label thou to be the treacherous, and villianous organims which invoke fear and strife." He could see the human's jaws drop at that very comment. "What? Is thine prejudices produced different expectations for my kind? Well, no matter. I suppose I should wish you a safe trip to the afterlife."
Abe then casually stepped on the leader, as the grunts ran away in fear.
"Oh, there will be feasting tonight," he chuckled as more monsters joined the fray.

OOC: Don't think I used that old-english stuff correctly, but whatever.

(OoC: Close enough. lol Not even I'm nitpicky enough to correct it.)

Atsuro chuckled when Frostbane mentioned the bunny. The most terrifying necromancer ever had a stuffed rabbit. Most thought it was funny but no one said anything about it out of fear.
A human with a sword and shield charged at Atsuro. "You monsters are a blight upon this world!"
"I could say the same to you!" Atsuro said with a laugh and gracefully danced away from the attack. He threw a dagger into the man's throat while parrying another's strike. "Sludge! Help me out!" A stream of acid shot the man's face, melting it instantly. He screamed but began to choke on his own melted flesh. "Music to my ears," Atsuro said and smiled before retrieving his dagger and running back into the fray.

Lamm wasn't really paying attention to the fighting, or the danger he was possibly in, Instead he was checking out the legs of those he had killed, "This one is too long...this one is too hairy...That one!" He looked across the battle and spotted a young warrior, shaking while holding his sword the wrong way. The man had a reason to shake, their numbers had just been cut in half, plus most of the "monsters" were insulting them while fighting.

"Your leg...I want it..." Lamm aproached the man, who seemed to have soiled himself. "Thats pleasant...I guess I have to clean it first..." Lamm cracked his neck, his body then went a little limp, and withen seconds his spine was a part of his arm. Extending his reach allowed him to grab the man's leg from behind, he held him upside down, and smashed his head on the floor. "A little messy, but the leg is still in good shape..." He ripped it off and tied it to his back, "If anyone tries to take my leg, I will eat them, just throwing that out there." He tossed the rest of the dead body and knocked down the Paladin.

"The Holy light shall vanquish you all!" The Paladin cut down a group of little imps and goblins.

"That must suck when you can't re-attach your head..." Lamm couldn't help but stare.

(OoC: Taking a pulse, any live ones in here still?)

(OOC: -raises hand- Although...Frostbane was never alive to begin with...Anyways. I just don't think that there is anything to post, everyone went and made their post, jumping into the battle and kicking ass. I'd suggest a time skip to after the battle was over.)

(OoC: Haha, very true, maybe I should say any motion or movable things next time? Time skip might get things rolling, good idea.)

"I Got a New leg! you can get off now..." Lamm shook his leg trying to get Sludge off, "I need to make sure I get one that works well before everyone starts eating them, legs are like wings you know, meaty, tasty, and the best part to throw at people! They go fast!" Lamm was forcing a frown till his jaw unhooked, "cccaaapppp" He attempted to hold his jaw in place as a bunch of unidentifiable grubs re-attached his jaw, I much prefure it when y body doesn't fall apart... "As soon as his jaw was usable he looked around at the place littered with bodies, So who got what this time? I got a leg, two legs...okay...three legs..." He went silent for a moment, "I found a helmet and a knife too!" He emptied a head out of a helmet and pulled a knife out of his back, looking rather pleased with himself.

Frostbane finished off the last enemy by throwing him up and then kicking him away on the way down. "And he kicks and..."

*CRACK*

Frostbane jumped. "Goal!" As he returned to his normal form he took the time to actually start searching around the bodies. He then found a small brown bag on the dead paladin's pocket, he shook it a bit. "Hey guys! I found a bag of holding here!" (Oh shit, D&D reference) Frostbane opened the bag and then flipped it around, from the bag started coming out several books, potions, weapons, armor, food rations and a horse who ran away as soon as he could. Frostbane looked inside the bag, the inside resembled that of the night sky. "You know, i've always wondered how do they do these things...And most importantly, where the hell do these people find them?" Frostbane shoved his head inside the bag, he also accidentally let both of his arms inside, the bag slid down to his waist and made him look a pair of legs with a small bag on top of it. He started running from one side to the another. "AHHH HELP I'M STUCK!"

Aberaham noticed Frostbane struggling with a bag. Like a good gentleman, he swiftly grabbed the bag and pulled it off.
"Thou art most welcome sir," he said out of courtesy, before looking into the bag himself out of curiousity.
"Ah, it is as you say, a bag of holding. Most interesting. A valuable find amougst the loot I presume. With this, I could carry far more humans than just one in each hand. Would thou mind if I hold onto this? Or, does thou have a use for it.?"

Frostbane stood there shocked after the bag had been removed from him. He looked at Aberaham. "You...Can keep it if you want...Don't look inside of the bag...Ever!" Frostbane seemed to be shaking slightly. He slowly started walking down the tunnels back to his quarters, muttering. "What has been seen cannot be unseen...What has been seen cannot be unseen...What has been seen cannot be unseen..." When he finally reached his room, the first thing he looked at was his bunny. Frostbane then noticed the mistake he had made while fixing his stuffed rabbit. He facepalmed.

(OOC: I have no idea what could be inside the bag that shocked him so much, it was a random idea, mostly. Feel free to come up with something yourself if you want to. Or we could keep this as one of those things that are never explained, lol.)

Barick finally stopped banging his opponents, slightly, completely mangled head on the ground and stretched.
"Golem, tired" Barick reached over to where a soft looking bag was lying on the floor. Firmly placing his head upon the bag, Barack jmped up again. "Hard! Not soft!" looking inside bakrick jumped in surprise.

ooc: say what we see in the bag is what we most fear.

"No look! No look again!" A peice of parchment now lay face down in a pool of blood.

Lamm looked at everyone and gave a rather dumbfounded look, "Its just a bag that holds more stuff then it should, I don't see whats so special about it..." he paused for a moment, "What would happen if we ripped it open?" He stood near everyone, trying as hard as he could to think, but it just wasn't working for him, "EGGS. That is what I come up with." He shrugs and goes back to rummaging through the dead bodies, this time in search of "Shiny" objects.