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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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The mighty gentleman Arngeirr follows with his huge load. As they near the bee boxes, he sees his trust friend, the brave Luchador Nerrik, and beloved Mary beside him.

"I see two of our friends now, brother Valetni!" he exlaims.
 
Korsarro grunts in frustration with the silence, finding nothing but the sound of his muddy footprints answering his calls, he begins to check each room he comes across until at long last he hears voices coming from a room he had never entered before, he slides to a halt, leaving a nice long trail upon the carpet. Korsarro peeks his head inside, ducking slightly so that the door handle would not obscure his vision, seeing Zato, a monk he did not recognise and what appeared to be a wounded knight he rushed inside, glancing to the mirror in the corner, he stomped himself in place behind them, held up his blade and chunk of meat and yelled "I AM HERE TO HELP!"
 
"Korsarro, good" Zato replied.
"Can you see to them while I go see the fuss about this mirror?" he asked, walking towards it.
 
Zato's cane pinged on the mirror. he felt around the edges and rapped the glass with his knuckles.
"Doesn't feel particularly evil...." he said, as his reflection started to grow a third eye.
 
The humming grows, and grows and grows, soon it is a great BUZZZING which fills the air, the white boxes begin to shake slightly and out pours a great torrent of yellow and black the combined humming of their wings creating a great roaring sound which fills the surrounding garden.

They spread and flow covering the flowerbeds as thousands of tiny workers begin pollinating the monastery.

"See"

Mary states above the din and she turns around, bee covered fuchsias in hand which she thrusts towards the Lucha-Monk

"Take them" she offers

"Don't you want to play with them too?" she pushes the pot into the large man's hands

"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ" she squeaks and begins running from flower bed to flower bed waving her arms as she does so.

She begins chattering at the many different bee which fill the air around them, calling out names like...

"Stripers!"

"Hun-Hun"

and

"Sir Fuzz-alot"

as she goes.
 
Zato turned and began to walk from the mirror.
"But..." He raised his cane to the side of his head, blocking a sword blow to the neck.
"This is a mirror, after all"
 
The monk looks around in apprehension as the buzzing grows to a fever pitch and watches the swarm erupt from the now-known-to-be-hives. He watches as they spread over the monastery.

Brother Nerrik holds onto the pot reluctantly, seeing as it is swarming in bees. He then watches her play among the bees like nothing could happen. He looks down at the pot and watches the bees buzz amongst them. He calls over to her "Mary, are you sure they're gentle and calm?"
 
Korsarro stood for a moment, torn between saving a blind drunkard and a dying knight. He tried not to laugh as he realised that his true passion was in fact using flesh to save the lives of Temple-goers. He nudged his foot against the knights breastplate "I've never armour like this" He turned to the other monk next to him "Keep an eye on Zato while I weave this premium flesh back into good health... or slightly better health. Maybe." Korsarro pries the knights armour from him in each spot he is hurt and gets to work, slicing flesh from the leg approximately the size of each wound with a practiced and slamming it into the corresponding wounds with precision. He stares at his work satisfied... Until the bleeding continues, he looks around, to each monk "DAMNIT MONKS, IM A TANNER NOT A DOCTOR.". Panicking ever so slightly now that combat seemed to be upon the cramped room Korsarro quickly cut long thin strips from the leg, wrapping them around each filled in wound. This is a terrible idea. A terrible idea indeed. The flesh-bandages were still only half-practical, and Korsarro dared not risk removing the chunks he had already inserted.
 
Zato pushed the cane down, and leaped away, then held his cane at his side, in an iai stance.
The demon did the same.
"It's time for the others to remember that I know more than just brewing."
 
The hidden blade in Zato's blade flashed out, a gleaming piece of thin steel, slicing forward.
Their blades met in the middle. Then, just as fast they were sheathed and flashed back out, locking in the center again. This continued in rapid succession, until the monk and his were surrounded by flashes of glinting steel, the ringing of their clashes like a hummingbird's heart.
 
Al is at a loss. He was unable to stop the monk from unleashing yet another evil from the mirror. And when the blades began flashing out, it was too fast for him to follow. He resigned himself to standing between them and the fallen warriors.
 
Calmly, Zato's reflection quickly stepped from the mirror. The grin on it's sightless face -well, mostly sightless anyways- far toothier and more unnerving than anything the real man could produce. In a flash it drew a blade from within its cane, tilting its head slightly as the light slash intended to cut the monk's throat open was blocked almost accidentally. "Very good. Glad to see this form is not as weak as the last, though crippled nonetheless."

The words come quick, the blows that follow even quicker. In a flurry of barely dodged slashes, a single crimson streak cuts through as Zato's left arm is carved off at the elbow. Sickeningly, the twisted reflection of him runs its blade along the inside of its left elbow, bringing the blade to its lips as it continues to grin. "Mmmmm... delicious. Let us see how long you last before I cut you down and go searching for this... mAry was it? Her screams will no doubt be delightful."
 
"Of course they are" she calls back at him

"Just don't hurt any of them"

The area is covered in a blanket of bees

Mary makes a "BUMBLE BUMBLE" noise as she its watching some bees at a flower before getting up and "BRRRRRRRRRRR" -ing her way to the next one.

The setting sun turns the sky a warm red as the bees begin to rise and fly back towards their homes...
 
Valetni cocks his head, hearing the faint buzzing in the distance. "Do you hear that my Huge friend? That is the sound of bees." Valetni casually remarks as they stride towards the bee boxes. As they grow closer, the noise increases. Figures stand near them, one laughing and frolicking, and the other standing stiffly.

"Well my huge friend, if you would be so kind?" He gestures for the Huge man to precede him.
 
The monk gently sets down the pot before slowly picking his way over to her. "They truly do have a magnificent color scheme" He comments before asking "These bees, they have stingers correct? At least, that's what I've heard. I've never seen such creatures before, though I hear tell they can sting something awful."
 
Zato stumbled back, blood spurting from his new stump. Mary was at stake now.
He kicked up the scabbard of his cane sword and caught it with his teeth.
By his hand, this monster would fall.
 
"I say, Mary is playing among the bees!" Arngeirr is at first concerned, but as he nears he sees that these huge bees are in fact bumblebees! Known in his homeland as the mighty humblebees, these furry friends are honored as nature's gentlemen. They were diligently, never failing to complete a huge task on time, and only ever attack when threatened, choosing to never start a huge fight.

"Brother Nerrik, dearest little Mary, I bring fresh habit for each of you!" he exclaims merrily, prancing through the flowers with the gentleman bees. "Oh but dearest Mary, I fear that your habit might be just a smidge too huge."
 
"Please Zato, be careful!" The demon's blow was true and cruel; the monk was not faltering, even though it must have been horridly painful. Al hoped the monk knew what he was doing.
 
"Yep" she chirrups, "but I've never been stung, Brother Vernasus get's stung occasionally though,"

she tilts her head to one side and looks up as if in deep thought

"But he says it's their way of giving us the gift of touch, to remind us of our place in the world, he also says it's the most important thing a bee can do for it's hive, since it can only give out one sting..."

She claps her hands together and smiles

"I hope one day I get chosen by a bee to be stung"

She sees the giant figure picking it's way across the gardens towards them

"MISTER ARNY" she exclaims,

she looks at the habit in his hands

"but I doesn't want to wear the normal habits, they scritch and scratch..."
 
Zato leaped forward, weaving between slashes. He kicked straight up into the beast's chin, knocking it into the air, then jumped up, twirling, kicking it twice more, knocking it away.
 
Laughing, the creature pulled itself to its feet, spitting some blood to the side as it stood. "Oh how valiant; you seek to defend her? Does she know of the things you did before coming here? The family you abandoned? No? Come then, let's see if we can't at least add some symmetry to your form before you bleed to death!" The figure lunges, it's dashing blade clearly striking to wound rather than kill as it seeks to prolong Zato's death and let him run himself into the ground.

Briefly the two move back from an exchange, the demon tilting its head as it continues to smile. "Tell me, do you think she'll still believe it's you even as I begin to cut pieces off of her and bask in her screams? Or will she see through my form and run? Oh I do love it when they run."
 
Korsarro jumped from his kneeling position catching the arm as it flew, fresh flesh... what he had always wanted. The Beesiah smiled upon him this day. "DESTROY HIM ZATO. IM PRETTY SURE I CAN MAKE A DECENT TROPHY WITH THIS THING!" He shouted, admiring the arm, despite the blind mans age it was in excellent condition.
 
"I have never heard of anyone wanting to be stung by a bee. But their sacrifice upholds the core values of the Luchador, it is no wonder they are so brightly colored as they are all small luchadors." Nerrik says as he swaps his habit for a less demon stained one. "Though the thought of a bee stinging has given me an idea for a new finishing move. Thank you for showing me the Bumble family Mary."

He turns to Arngierr "Thank you for the new habit, I was wondering if I would have to make do with this one for a while longer."
 
Zato kicked his scabbard at the clone, hoping to distract him.
He pointed his sword forward wordlessly, and focused, clearing his mind of all except slaying this beast.
 
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