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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"All is well, brother Nerrik. Surely Mary understand that you meant no harm. Don't you Mary?" He hugs the girl close to his huge, muscled chest. He is quickly fondled by a newcomer whose hand is wandering about Arngeirr's mighty physique. "I say old chum, I do indeed lift, for it a gentleman's duty to prepare his body as well as his mind to the best of his abilities! And I say, do remove your hand from breast. It is rather ungentlemanly."
 
"Mary, what's wrong with your voice!?" Zato panicked.
"Oh, I knew this day would come, I've gone senile!"
 
Arngeirr puzzles over the man's behavior. "I say old chum, Mary is here in my arms. The huge breasts your are currently fondling belong to none other than Arngeirr, son of Anvindr. I'm a huge man, not a small girl. Can you not see that?"
 
"I-I'm here Mister Zato..."

*a small arm, covered in dirt and grime emerges from the mass of muscle that is Arny's arms and grabs at Brother Zato's habit.*
 
Valetni pauses before the shack, wondering if the Hydrogen Cyanide fumes have dissipated enough that he could enter without suffering another bout of illness. An idea comes to him, a wonderful, terrible idea as to how he could test this. With a grim smile he moves to the back of the shed, where the sacks of fertilizer are held. Shaking one out, he tucks the now empty sack into his waist cord as he sets off towards the lake. "Soon...Everything shall be cleansed." Are the words anyone would hear if they had happened to be listening in, but sadly this is not the. Who knows, if it were so, it could have prevented the terrible holocaust building on the horizon.
 
Al rushes over to the knight and finds him in the same state as Leonard. Cursing his lack of medicinal training, he settles for dragging them both away from the demon's hissing corpse. Unable to do more he runs shouting down the halls. "TO ME, BRETHREN! ANOTHER DEMON HAS STRUCK! TWO MEN ARE INJURED! TO ME!" He keeps running, shouting, hoping that he will make it in time. Leonard hadn't really looked or sounded well before, and this can't have been good for him. Truth be told, the demon's foul utterances had affected him too. But no, he mustn't be taken in. He ran on.
 
Korsarro bursts out laughing, gripping the masked monks robes to steady himself as he almost falls over "Ahaha! That... THAT... Ahahaha!" He falls back to the ground laughing, rolling around before slowly calming himself to speak "HE IS BLIND GIANT! Blind as a bat that has had its eyes removed and placed in another bats nether-regions." Korsarro giggles to himself before regaining his composure and struggling to his feet once again, the pounding in his head subsiding slightly
 
"You don't see wha- GOOD HEAVENS!"

Shock and revulsion overcomes the mighty mountain of man. Anrgeirr falls to his knees beside the man and leans down as far as his huge physique will let him, setting Mary down gently beside her friend. With fervor he grabs the man's hand and puts them to his own huge face, letting him feel the lines of shock and horror that have marred his huge features!

"Behold my shame, honored monk, for I know now what I say! Witness the depths of my sorrow! Had I known I would now have made such a cutting and ungentlemanly remark! Forgive me if I have offended you! Behold, for I am Arngeirr and I am hugely sorry!"
 
As a single tear rolls down Arngeirr's massive cheek, weeping as he is for his lost honor, having insulted a noble monk for bringing undue attention to his misfortune, Arngeirr surges to his feet, once again becoming a mighty mountain of a man. He hears the words of the approaching monk, alerting them all to further danger.

"Noble monk!" he bellows, "I shall render what aid I can! I have wronged the mighty monks of Buzzia, and I must devote myself fully to restoring my honor! Honest or not, a mistake is a mistake, and it would be the undoing of Arngeirr, son of Anvindr if he did not reconcile his deeds and learn from them! Lead me, brother, for you have my muscles at your disposal!"

Arngeirr was prepared to follow the monk to the men in danger, and he would smite any foul demon he found on the way. For he was Angeirr, and his power was huge.
 
"You go fine gentleman, I shall stay here and watch over the small child in your absence to atone for upsetting her." The masked monk said to the giant. In this way they would both be able to restore their losses in honor.
 
"Hm, if you're so eager to help.... can you take this bottle to brother Valetni? I fear that some of our poison leaked onto my sake while it was fermenting. Or worse, I just grabbed some poison. It actually happens like every six weeks, but still. He's probably by the poison shed."
 
"Here little Duck Ducks..." Valetni croons softly as he slowly advances on the unsuspecting ducklings playing in the shallow water. "Brother Valetni's gonna take you on an adventure, get in the sack, I have bread crumbs!" Now only a few feet away, he spreads the sack as he prepares to pounce. With a mighty lunge, he scoops the duckling into the sack as he falls into the water, drenching himself and scattering the rest of the ducks. But the maneuver was not in vain, as he stands and hefts the sack he can make out the struggling shape within as it desperately honks in search of freedom.

Duck in sack and sack in hand, he makes his way back up towards his little shed.
 
"Of course noble Monk whose name I have sullied! And do not tell me your name until I return, fur my ungentlemanly conduct does not give me the right to know!"

Arngeirr takes up the bottle, being careful not to crush it in his mighty hands. "And thank, dear brother Lucha, for defending brave Mary! Together our honor shall be restored! Let this be the start of a magnificent, magnanimous, most gloriously huge friendship between two warrior of justice!"

Arngeirr begins to jog in place, each pump of his legs punctuated with a thunderous "TOH!" as he prepares to charge headlong across the Temple.

"How shall I know this Valenti when I see him?" he asks between huffs of breath through his mighty lungs. He quickly thinks better of it and shouts, "No need! He shall know me by the power of my huge voice!"

Stretching his arms by swinging them side to side and working out his neck, legs pumping furiously, the mighty Arngeirr sets off at a dead run down the temple, his mighty legs propelling him at break-neck speeds! His head held high and his voice echoing through the halls, he bellow the name of the monk, "BROTHER VALENTIIIII!!!" as he charges, honor to the fore, though the halls of the Forbidden Temple of Buzzia!

For he is Arngeirr. And his duty is huge.
 
"Come on Mister Rainbow"

The small girl grabs the front of the Lucha's robes and tugs excitedly

"Let's go play with the Bumblers!"

she tugs again at the man's habit
 
Brother Nerrik lets himself be lead along by the small girl "What are the 'bumblers'?" he asks her "Are they some more of your friends like the Quacks?"
 
"YES!" she exclaims, "but they make funny noises, don't worry, I'm sure you'll like them, they're very fuzzy"
she runs along in front of the Luchador humming and buzzing to herself
 
Valetni reaches his shack, slightly out of breath after the long uphill climb. With one hand over his mouth and nose, h advances towards the shack. With watering eyes, Valetni kicks open the door and tosses the sack inside before retreating to a safe distance. From inside comes the panicked honking as the duck flaps around desperately trying to escape from the room. The honking and flapping sounds grow weaker as time passes. After several minutes, there is only silence from the shack.

Brother Valetni walks around the the rear and empties another sack of fertilizer, seven more sacks, and there were at least seven more ducks down by the pound. "I think I'll check every hour." He says, as he heads back down towards the pond, a merry song in his head and a jauntily whistled tune on his lips. Soon, the cleansing would commence in full.
 
"Alright then," the luchador said as he watched her "we shall go meet your fuzzy friends The Bumblers."

He looks back and calls to Zato "Are you coming with us?"
 
Arngeirr finds himself outside the temple and charging up a hill. He saw a man pass here in the distance: the halls were otherwise empty. Could it be Valenti?

"VALENTIIII!!!" he bellow at the top of his lungs, a sound so huge and loud that surely the man must hear him. "IF YOU ARE VALENTI I HAVE BEEN CHARGED TO LOCATE YOU! YOUR BROTHERS HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT FOR YOU!"
 
Zato replied,
"I shall join you after meeting with the others. I must make sure that everyone is safe and sound, but please keep watch over Mary until I return"
 
Valetni looks up, searching for the source of this disturbance. He spots an impressive specimen of a man approaching bellowing at the top of his lungs. Idly he begins to calculate how much people poison it would take the purge such a specimen, then shakes his head, scattering such thoughts. "Hello?" he calls back. "I'm Valetni!"
 
Korsarro clears his throat, still swaying ever so slightly, he looks to Zato "Brother Zato, are there any corpses around? With this much commotion we may need to patch people up. And I cannot reach my beloved workshop, even if I could I bet Valtnis vile concoctions have tainted all of my gathered materials." Korsarro looks around, finding no corpses... nor tools now that he thought about it "I also need a knife... Perhaps a needle and thread." Korsarro strokes the stubbly beard upon his face and chin, yes. Many tools and materials would be needed. REVENGE. It would be had.
 
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