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The bad feeling in the pit of your stomach returns and you realize that eating all those pork rines and only pork rines for several days until seeing the old man did not do your digestive system any good.  You spring into action, find a secluded corner, and relieve the mess that was building up inside you.  Unfortunately, it is not until after this messy endeaver that you remember you neglected to pack bottom tissue when you left on this quest.  You've braved many dangers and survived several impossible situations but now you are going to have to make a decision.  A decision that is more frightening than any you have made before. 

 
 
To your left are large, round, orange leaves.  They aren't brittle and look as though they might work.  To your right are a bunch of ferns sporting three fingered leaves.  These are green with red spots.  It's time to make an all important decision.

You wipe With The Three Fingered Green Leaves With Red Spots

You choose the three fingered green leaves with red spots and it is not long after your sanitation ritual that you realize what a mistake that was.  Whatever manner of herbs those were you have a burning rash all along and in your backside.  Between that and the turtle bite, you are finding it difficult to walk without pain.  You really hope this journey ends soon, you really do.

 
The next three days of travel down the Redridge Pass are surprisingly uneventful.  You sneak past the occasional orc patrol and wild animal but nothing particularly difficult.  You half expect something to come jumping out at you from the darkness or to find some large camp around the corner but to your plesant surprise the way seems more or less clear.  Part of you wonders if it is a trap given the Craxil knows you are coming but then ... what choice do you have?

 
As you come up a steep incline you look down and with great satisfaction you find what you've been searching for all this time.  A colossal chasm, the canyon you've been searching for!  The old man said you would know it when you see it and damn if he wasn't right about that!  Still, this canyon is freaking huge.  It will take probably half a day just to get down to the bottom safely and once down there, there is a LOT to explore.  You know the underground cavern that houses the Craxil is accessed somewhere down there, so I guess you don't have much choice than to go down there and investigate huh?

 
You are about to cautiously decend when you hear the sound of hoofprints behind you...
The bad feeling in the pit of your stomach returns and you realize that eating all those pork rines and only pork rines for several days until seeing the old man did not do your digestive system any good.  You spring into action, find a secluded corner, and relieve the mess that was building up inside you.  Unfortunately, it is not until after this messy endeaver that you remember you neglected to pack bottom tissue when you left on this quest.  You've braved many dangers and survived several impossible situations but now you are going to have to make a decision.  A decision that is more frightening than any you have made before. 

 
 
To your left are large, round, orange leaves.  They aren't brittle and look as though they might work.  To your right are a bunch of ferns sporting three fingered leaves.  These are green with red spots.  It's time to make an all important decision.

You don't Wipe At All You Filthy Mongrel

Real men don't wipe, so why should you?  LOL, ok.. so that was stupid.  But you don't feel like wiping with leaves so you just pull up your pants and keep going.  Sure you've got a pretty nasty case of mudbutt going on and you are not looking forward to returning these pants to the girl who loaned them to you (don't even ask why you chose to wear girls pants...).  Hopefully this journey will end soon.

 
The next three days of travel down the Redridge Pass are surprisingly uneventful.  You sneak past the occasional orc patrol and wild animal but nothing particularly difficult.  You half expect something to come jumping out at you from the darkness or to find some large camp around the corner but to your plesant surprise the way seems more or less clear.  Part of you wonders if it is a trap given the Craxil knows you are coming but then ... what choice do you have?

 
As you come up a steep incline you look down and with great satisfaction you find what you've been searching for all this time.  A colossal chasm, the canyon you've been searching for!  The old man said you would know it when you see it and damn if he wasn't right about that!  Still, this canyon is freaking huge.  It will take probably half a day just to get down to the bottom safely and once down there, there is a LOT to explore.  You know the underground cavern that houses the Craxil is accessed somewhere down there, so I guess you don't have much choice than to go down there and investigate huh?

 
You are about to cautiously decend when you hear the sound of hoofprints behind you...
You ponder what the grippli captain said as you continue on your northward journey.  You haven't seen any cactii yet so you surmise you still have a long way to go.  But what other dangers await you?  So far you've encountered humunculi, undead, grippli, and even a beholder.  More amazing is that your sorry swineherding ass has survived this far.  Still, you have to wonder just how many different types of creatures there are under the Craxil's command and what this Craxil even looks like. 

 

Your musings are cut short when your path is suddenly blocked by a very large wolf.  Its eyes glow red and it snarls with both anger and malice evident.  This wolf is no ordinary wolf.  It is huge and it looks like its possessed or something.  You draw your sword preparing to defend yourself but it doesn't attack, it simply stands there staring at you.  You attempt to move to the side and it follows as if to block your path.  You move to the other side and it follows again.  You take a step back and it follows with a step forward.  You aren't sure you even want to know what it will do if you take a step forward, and for once you aren't crazy enough to find out.

 
Suddenly, the creature does something you did not expect.  It speaks. 

 
"Tell me human, do you serve the Craxil?".

 
You are tempted to lie and say yes but then how do you know that is the answer it wants to hear?  Maybe it serves the Craxil or maybe it is its enemy.  Either way, it looks like its going to kill you if you don't share its loyalties so you are going to have to decide what to say.

No

Honesty always was the best policy.  You tell the wolf you are on a quest to kill the Craxil then raise your sword defensively expecting him to attack.  Instead, the creature looks you over and accuses you of dishonesty.

 
"You honestly expect me to believe a scrawny kid like you was chosen to slay a being like the Craxil?"

 
"I made it this far didn't I?"

 

The wolf looks taken back by this comment and you tell him all about the plan to use poison, how you outmaneuvered the humunculi, the beholder's riddle... everything.  The creature takes a few steps closer to you and his bright red eyes are bearing deeply into your own.  You've never been more scared in your life than you are right now, but it seems the wolf has decided you are telling the truth.

 
"There is truth in your eyes, a certainty I haven't seen in quite some time.  Lots of fear though.  Odds are you are going to fail but hey, its your life to waste right?"

 
"Well thank you for trusting my allegiance then.  Why don't you tell me what the heck you are, starting with how the hell you can talk."

 
The wolf turns back around, front legs spread in an aggressive position.  "I never said I trusted you, you are going to have to prove yourself."

 
"But..."

 
"You claim you came from the village.  What is this village called?"

You jacqueshit

WRONG!

 
The massive wolf knocks you to the ground and rips your throat out with its teeth.  A terrible way to die to be sure.

 
THE END
Honesty always was the best policy.  You tell the wolf you are on a quest to kill the Craxil then raise your sword defensively expecting him to attack.  Instead, the creature looks you over and accuses you of dishonesty.

 
"You honestly expect me to believe a scrawny kid like you was chosen to slay a being like the Craxil?"

 
"I made it this far didn't I?"

 

The wolf looks taken back by this comment and you tell him all about the plan to use poison, how you outmaneuvered the humunculi, the beholder's riddle... everything.  The creature takes a few steps closer to you and his bright red eyes are bearing deeply into your own.  You've never been more scared in your life than you are right now, but it seems the wolf has decided you are telling the truth.

 
"There is truth in your eyes, a certainty I haven't seen in quite some time.  Lots of fear though.  Odds are you are going to fail but hey, its your life to waste right?"

 
"Well thank you for trusting my allegiance then.  Why don't you tell me what the heck you are, starting with how the hell you can talk."

 
The wolf turns back around, front legs spread in an aggressive position.  "I never said I trusted you, you are going to have to prove yourself."

 
"But..."

 
"You claim you came from the village.  What is this village called?"

You jackcrappe

WRONG!

 
The giant wolf leaps upon you and tears your throat out with its teeth.  A horrible way to die to be sure.

 
THE END
Honesty always was the best policy.  You tell the wolf you are on a quest to kill the Craxil then raise your sword defensively expecting him to attack.  Instead, the creature looks you over and accuses you of dishonesty.

 
"You honestly expect me to believe a scrawny kid like you was chosen to slay a being like the Craxil?"

 
"I made it this far didn't I?"

 

The wolf looks taken back by this comment and you tell him all about the plan to use poison, how you outmaneuvered the humunculi, the beholder's riddle... everything.  The creature takes a few steps closer to you and his bright red eyes are bearing deeply into your own.  You've never been more scared in your life than you are right now, but it seems the wolf has decided you are telling the truth.

 
"There is truth in your eyes, a certainty I haven't seen in quite some time.  Lots of fear though.  Odds are you are going to fail but hey, its your life to waste right?"

 
"Well thank you for trusting my allegiance then.  Why don't you tell me what the heck you are, starting with how the hell you can talk."

 
The wolf turns back around, front legs spread in an aggressive position.  "I never said I trusted you, you are going to have to prove yourself."

 
"But..."

 
"You claim you came from the village.  What is this village called?"

You jacquescrappe

"Correct" the wolf admits, "but even the Craxil and the surrounding beastmen know that much.  It doesn't prove anything."

 
"Then ask me something else" you demand.

 
"Fine then, I shall!"  

 
"What is the name of the wizard that came to Jacquescrappe?"
Honesty always was the best policy.  You tell the wolf you are on a quest to kill the Craxil then raise your sword defensively expecting him to attack.  Instead, the creature looks you over and accuses you of dishonesty.

 
"You honestly expect me to believe a scrawny kid like you was chosen to slay a being like the Craxil?"

 
"I made it this far didn't I?"

 

The wolf looks taken back by this comment and you tell him all about the plan to use poison, how you outmaneuvered the humunculi, the beholder's riddle... everything.  The creature takes a few steps closer to you and his bright red eyes are bearing deeply into your own.  You've never been more scared in your life than you are right now, but it seems the wolf has decided you are telling the truth.

 
"There is truth in your eyes, a certainty I haven't seen in quite some time.  Lots of fear though.  Odds are you are going to fail but hey, its your life to waste right?"

 
"Well thank you for trusting my allegiance then.  Why don't you tell me what the heck you are, starting with how the hell you can talk."

 
The wolf turns back around, front legs spread in an aggressive position.  "I never said I trusted you, you are going to have to prove yourself."

 
"But..."

 
"You claim you came from the village.  What is this village called?"

You jaquescrappe

WRONG!

 
The wolf jumps on you and tears your throat out with his teeth.  A horrible way to die to be sure.

 
THE END
You ponder what the grippli captain said as you continue on your northward journey.  You haven't seen any cactii yet so you surmise you still have a long way to go.  But what other dangers await you?  So far you've encountered humunculi, undead, grippli, and even a beholder.  More amazing is that your sorry swineherding ass has survived this far.  Still, you have to wonder just how many different types of creatures there are under the Craxil's command and what this Craxil even looks like. 

 

Your musings are cut short when your path is suddenly blocked by a very large wolf.  Its eyes glow red and it snarls with both anger and malice evident.  This wolf is no ordinary wolf.  It is huge and it looks like its possessed or something.  You draw your sword preparing to defend yourself but it doesn't attack, it simply stands there staring at you.  You attempt to move to the side and it follows as if to block your path.  You move to the other side and it follows again.  You take a step back and it follows with a step forward.  You aren't sure you even want to know what it will do if you take a step forward, and for once you aren't crazy enough to find out.

 
Suddenly, the creature does something you did not expect.  It speaks. 

 
"Tell me human, do you serve the Craxil?".

 
You are tempted to lie and say yes but then how do you know that is the answer it wants to hear?  Maybe it serves the Craxil or maybe it is its enemy.  Either way, it looks like its going to kill you if you don't share its loyalties so you are going to have to decide what to say.

You what Is A Craxil? Is That A New Brand Of Butter Cracker?

You attempt to lie to the giant wolf creature but despite your skill as sneakery you've always been a horrible liar.  The dishonesty is not taken well and before you know it, the massive canine has you on the ground and is sinking his jaw into your throat.  You spend the last moments of your life in sheer terror.

 
THE END
The man you just dismissed earlier is standing at the front of the pack.  You knew there was something off about that earlier request and seeing this display only reaffirms that you were right to avoid them in the first place.  They are all looking down at the ground but now he is looking up directly at you with a creepy smile on his face.  

 
"So, you saw through our little ambush scheme did you?"  he sneers.

 
"What is it you want?"

 
"Quite simply we're aware of your quest to reach the Craxil and we are not prepared to allow it."

 

At this point their heads begin to twist and contort and their skulls appear to come out of their mouths.  It is almost as though they were never human at all but part of some kind of disguise.  In fact, it is now readily apparent that this is the case.  You are now looking at five maniacal looking skeletons armed with an assortment of swords and hand axes.  They seem like they are eager to get things started and in fact, they are all rushing down the beaten path towards you.  You turn the other way until you can decide what to do and despite what you've been told about the undead, you discover they are perfectly capable of keeping pace with you.  

 
You know you aren't going to be able to take on five of these guys and they seem intent on sticking together during the pursuit.  To your left is another cave you've chosen to pass up on your journey, figuring it was just another humunculus den.  Perhaps, if you are lucky, you can lose your pursuers in there.  Alternatively, you could always try climbing the steep rockface off to your right.  You've had plenty of climbing experience as a kid and somehow you hope these skeletons won't be able to follow you.  You could also turn around and start unloading arrows into your enemies.  They may be keeping pace with you, but you still have a heck of a head start and you'd wager you could release quite a few before they catch up to you.  It's up to you...

You rain Arrows Upon Them

Why run when you can fight?  The arrows worked for you before and you believe you can get off quite a few shots before they start catching up to you.  To wait until you reach the top of a local hill then spin around and draw your bow.  The five skeleton creatures are still running towards you in a tight grouping.  You let fly the first arrow and it hits the collarbone of one of the back skeletons.  You release another and it hits the leg of another skeleton.  In fact you score a lot of hits, even putting one through the skull of the lead skeleton.  There's just one problem... they aren't slowing down!

 
Maybe you've forgotten, but arrows and bladed weapons are only effective against enemies that still have flesh and blood to let.  These skeletons are not slowing down or taking much damage as a result of your arrows.  In fact, it would require a more blunt weapon to kill.  As they start drawing in close you turn and continue running.  You've pretty much lost your head start and now they are hot on your heels.  This continues for a while until one of your skeletal pursuers gets it in his mind to throw its hand axe into your back.  It only goes downhill from there for you.

 
THE END
You decide to help the man.  What kind of adventurer would you be to deny a father the aid he needs to save his family from the Craxil's minions?  The royal military may have abandoned Jacquescrappe because it was remote and of no strategic value but dammit if you are going to end up just like them.  However, something about this is starting to feel weird.  Why would there be a human caravan up here in the Craxil's lands and why do you have this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

 
Just as you are having these thoughts, an owl looks at you from atop a dead tree and just looks at you with intent.  You've never been able to communicate to animals like the druids do, but somehow you just know this thing is telling you to turn back.  You stop for a minute, then strike yourself and shake it off.  Since when did you become a druid and take advice from animals?  Aside from your pigs "Oinky" and "Snout" you've never really connected with any animals anyway.  Besides, your gut hasn't helped you win any gambling tournaments so why should you trust it now?  You're probably just afraid and subconciously looking for a way to avoid a potentially dangerous situation.  Helping the man is the right thing to do, you're sure of it...

 
Right?

You no, Something About This Whole Situation Is Fishy. You're Turning Back.

You don't like any part of where this is going and decide that the best thing to do is to turn back.  After all, no humans from Jacquescrappe have ever made it this far into the Craxil's territory so why should you believe there is a human caravan out this far?  None of this makes any sense and you think to yourself that these beastmen are not above using your compassion against you as a weakness.  It is low, but well within the bounds of what these things might do.

 
You come to a stop, and look up at the owl.  He gives you a warm, approving look then flies away.  "What a strange creature" you think to yourself.  You wait for the man to disappear from view, then wait a while longer for good measure, then continue forward on foot as you had originally planned.  Frankly, you're just glad to be away from the suspicious man. 

 

 
 
 
As you continue on your journey you wonder if you made the right choice.  I mean, what if the man's family really was in danger and you could have made a difference?  Did you make the right call?  You console yourself by reminding yourself of the importance of your own mission and how you cannot afford to take unnecessary chances.  Just as you are having these thoughts, you discover the man who approached you earlier as well as four others standing in the middle of the beaten path with their heads down.  It looks like you aren't done with them after all...
You run down the passageway that you were previously unable to get to while the three humunculi were at the campfire.  Unfortunately, the humunculi have chosen the same path.  You aren't sure if it is because they saw you or because of bad luck, but they are not far behind you now.  You reach another chamber and find a large, demonic looking creature blocking your path.  Before you can even think about how to describe this thing you feel the humunculi grab you from behind and pull you to the ground.  They are about to stomp you to death when the demonic looking creature disintigrates them on the spot. 

 
"Nobody takes my prey in my domain.  Tell me little thing, what are you here to do?"

 
This thing looks like a large floating eye with multiple smaller eyes attached atop its head.  You realize this thing is a beholder and soon you find yourself paralyzed in its gaze.  That's what you get for staring into its eye I guess.

 
"Answer me puny one, why are you here in my domain?"

 
You are too terrified to answer, but this creature appears to grow irritated by your silence so you muster all the courage you've got and speak up

 
"I'm here to slay the Craxil" you proclaim, terrified of how this creature will respond to such a bold statement.

 
"HA!  Amusing little one, someone of your strength doesn't have what it takes but it would entertain me to see how you die in the Craxil's mountains.  Answer this riddle correctly, and I will permit you to continue through to the other side of my domain.  Answer incorrectly, and you will share the same fate as your pursuers.  Are you ready?"

 
"As ready as I'll ever be" you squeak.

 
"Very well!" it bellows, clearly enjoying every bit of this.  "I am a vast canyon that spans beyond sight.  I am without end and have been a part of every man whenever there is trouble.  What am I?"

The Thirst For Knowledge

"Wrong" it proclaims.  "While the thirst for knowledge may be limitless in your kind, it is not your primary concern in times of trouble now is it?"

 
"Well... erm..."

 
You don't have time to retort.  It fires a beam of negative energy into your chest and you disintigrate on the spot, bringing your quest to an abrupt end.

 
THE END