Chapter XIV: Wall of Slaughter Murks
Froggy Mae was picky when it came to groups, but as a shaman in her 60th season somewhere she couldn't afford it no matter how twinked. Her high level connections were slowly becoming raiders or had little time to spare her.
"I don't like certain company Troll, but sometimes I must venture out and not on my own."
Unless she was raid twinked, but she wasn't since those targets had long died. Shamans, unliked mages, weren't killing powerhouses, they were slower and more supporting of a group.
To hasten her experience and increase her wealth in Norrath she accepted an invitation to Wall of Slaughter by a warrior and his group.
Before her stood the wastelands of Kuua beyond the desert gorge and the Scar in the home of the funny Dranik people. Those were dragon-headed dragon people always in trouble with those Discordian things.
Anyway small roving groups of Krenshin like monsters called bazus, giant corrupt wolves with tentacles on backs, and chimeras were roaming the empty wastes under a dead brown sky like elephants in the Karanas.
She avoided the dangers with a simple spell and made her way to a certain cave that was great experience as a shadowknight. I spent much time there.
In the cave lurked undead jellyfish-like things called murks. They hurt and cast poison… Oh and there was a big queen that took like a group or two to kill that you had to avoid.
The group was a modest, there was a Barbarian warrior, a high elf paladin, and two rangers one was a woodelf the other only half.
The barbarian's face was covered with half a blue weld and he had thick black hair.
The high elf paladin was bald and silent and tall. He shone with goodness but not for long…
"Okay Frog, you heal me and the rangers and slow the beasts."
"Simple enough."
The rangers looked almost like brothers, perhaps they were half brothers both with bright orange hair.
"Great another healer, those murks won't know what hit 'em," one of the near twins said.
Frog smiled at this, she loved being important. She shrunk herself so that she could follow the group on her drogmir.
With the smack of a shrukien against its leathery, wispy dark hide a red-eyespotted murk rushed the warrior. The beast fell quickly enough.
More came along at the group, even as Froggy sat relaxing one managed to sneak up on her. The group dispatched of the beasts.
Kuua was a very dangerous place. Every spot waited an ambush.
Luckily, even for someone as badly geared as myself the monsters in that cave were very weak.
"Nasty creatures these murks, luckily their hides and tentacles sell well in the bazaar."
As she looted the creature's corpses she examined one to find among the most valuable trade skill components in Norrath at the time, slugworms.
"My word! There're slugworms infesting this murk's corpse!" She mooed at her group mates.
Unlike their shammy, they were badly, badly geared and to sell the slugworms in the bazaar would be a blessing for any of the three of them.
Quickly, the barbarian removed from his pack a pair of dice, as did the others.
In any adventurer's kit always carry multisided dice, while it won't give you hints or do extra damage against dragons, not property, it will give you gear in Norrath….
"Let's roll for it." Suggested the warrior.
"Ok," "Sure," responded the rangers.
The paladin refused, for he didn't seek material goods.
"Agreed," the frog mooed. She was going to roll against those poor, poor bastards. Even though she was a good sider she loved the coin more than goodness.
Guess that's why she was a tradeskiller in a tradeskilling guild.
Anyway, after rolling a 1000 out of 1000 on the thousand faced die Froggie took her ill-earned loot. For luck as well as groups favors not the prepared but the connected.
Again, they resumed the killing, the curious half-elf was more interested in what was the funny big monster he sensed in the caves.
He approached the queen, a massive dark, thinking she was just another murk he shot her with an arrow… She killed him with a mere few hits.
Or so the frog mused when they found his corpse outside the queen's room.
"Poor fool, they never change…" She muttered to herself as she examined the corpse covered with tentacle marks.
They continued killing, perhaps as a result the warrior didn't stop as often for the froglok to meditate.
"I will need rest soon, my mana poor nor health pool are infinite."
They ignored her pleas and continued killing. Soon, they were overwhelmed by three murks and the warrior's health was low. The paladin tried to tank but his gear was worse then mine, the murks quickly ran over him like a gnome under a giant's foot.
"There's too many, even if you had mana we can't damage this many fast enough," the warrior panicked, speaking slowly and clearly.
Froggie may puffed up her chest and rode her drogmir toward the beasts after landing a few group heals.
"Flee, I shall remain. Do not return."
Thus, they fled and were awestruck by the froglok's bravery and self-sacrifice.
Rumors for a bit said the old froglok was dead.
"But nay, fools such as they don't deserve to have life handed to them. I drank a spare potion I won from playing cards which restored mah mana. Then, I slew the murks and I continued doing so, alone."