The adventure continues here in part 2...
Tyrion: I propose we keep as stealthy as possible. We know the evil wizards are somewhere in the east. But I dont want to face a Troll just yet. Lets take that damp dark northeast tunnel and see if we can find a way around.
Radagast: This crossroads is a good place to establish a base. Perhaps we should leave the healer, Maester Qyburn and some warriors here to safeguard our way out. While the rest of us more stealthy types go exploring.
Eowyn: Very well, I will call the others to make a base here in this room. It does seem best we dont get cut off from escape.
Abdul the Mad Arab: I shall remain here to keep an eye on the Beastmen, lest they surround us.
Eowyn: No, Radagast says he needs those who are stealthy to come with us deeper into the unknown.
Eomer: Very well, sister, I shall stay and watch. Take care of yourself! If I am going to be staking out these Beastmen... Maester Qyburn, have you got any coffee and or doughnuts on you?
Halbarad: Radagast, your lantern please?
Radagast: (activates his lantern) In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight Let those who worship evil's might, Beware my power... Green Lantern's light!
Rasputin: "Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!"
Halfling Wizard: Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep, Heedless of all the cries I make, And down the nether pits to that foul lake, Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
Orc Shaman: Mork and Gork calling Orson. Come in Orson. Nanu nanu! Shazbot!
Witch of Mirkwood: EXPECTO PATRONUM....
A black mass of horrid evil is rising and swirling from a pit of skulls and sacrificial offerings.
Wolf-woman: Alright guys, see you when you get back from patrol.
Cobra-man: Yeah, we will play poker, I need to make back some of those Gold Pieces you won from me last week!
Wolf-woman: I already spent it getting a pedicure!
Eomer: We got trouble. I got a bad feeling about this.
Crom: Thanks for the heads up, Mr Lucas.
Halbarad: Trap. Right in front of you. Big giant blades in the floor.
Abdul: I am very glad we brought a Thief with Detect Trap skill.
Halbarad: I am a Ranger.
Abdul: Tell that to the DM.
Temujin: You need to lose some weight!
Crom: At least Im not Varys!
Eomer: Shhhh... they are coming...
Shagga: Say, Maester. Since I got you here... ever since we got into this blasted dungeon, I got some chaffing on my...
Maester Qyburn: (tosses him a potion) Yeah, yeah... I know.
Abdul: This is bad. They are summoning a Shoggoth!
Halbarad: A what...?
Abdul: Formless protoplasm able to mock and reflect all forms and organs and processes - viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells - rubbery fifteen-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile - slaves of suggestion, builders of cities - more and more sullen, more and more intelligent, more and more amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God! What madness made even those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use and carve such things?
Halbarad: Ok, I didnt really understand that. But thats bad.. right?
Abdul: No. We need lots of help.
Tyrion: Ok, you guys stay put. I will bring the other guys here.
Eowyn: I hope you remember how to get back?
Tyrion: Dont worry, I never forget where I parked!
Fish-man: I wanna go home. Does anyone know where my dad is?
Cobra-man: Your father's probably back at the pet store.
Fish-man: Pet store?
Cobra-man: Yeah. Like, I'm from Bob's Pet Mart.
Bird-man: Pet Palace.
Cobra-man: Mail Order.
Maester Qyburn: Shagga! The Fish-thing... its getting away!
Tyrion: My word! What is going on here? Qyburn!
Qyburn: Madness, chaos! I dont know... we are doomed!
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