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The weary and nearly frozen adventurers crept up to the next corner pressed against the intensely cold ice laden wall and crouched as low as they could; all the while trying to contain the tremors that were much less the deep shivers of hypothermia and more the nagging relative inconspicuousness of them to the scale of this place.
Sliipii glanced back at his friends, one by one, settling on Derrtt with his eyes glued to his Bookica of Gnomensis on Dwarvishanian Erotica. Looking back to his comrades Sliipii rolled his eyes like a homo and began to edge around the corner.
A long cavernous hall lay out before him.
He gasped audibly taking in the seamless stonework and icework, then let out a muffled yelp as a small hand covered his maw. Turning back slowly, his eyes trailed up the arm to the countenance of his closest friend.
"They can see the vapor of your breath around corners, don't get us killed you furry faggot," Tyeka hissed menacingly.
"There's nothing down there, faggot."
"Oh, well I figured there wouldn't be," Tyeka touted while smiling and looking around a lot, but never making eye contact with anyone.
So, friends in tow, Sliipii slipped so soundlessly silent South into Stormkeep. The brave band of noobs trekked further and further into the keep, the combination of cold and fear knotting their throats so that none made even the slightest sound.
Suddenly Sliipii stood straight up, his ears and the hair on his back and neck stood on end. The adventurers lost in the grandeur of the keep bumped into one another, creating some kind of ridiculous log jam of little people in a huge space. Last to ass-end his friends was Derrtt, who upon dropping his precious looked around and exclaimed,
"HEY SLIP< WERE R WE>?"
With the gleam of the purest hate in his eyes and teeth bared like a Grue Sliipii whirled around glaring at Derrtt and began to hiss,
"I swear I'll cut-" but was then cut off
"STORMKEEPER," bellowed Terrdd.
As STORMKEEPER echoed down into the depths of the keep, the party stood still.
Thunderous footsteps echoed down the ice laden halls. They grew closer and the adventurers could begin to feel the rythmic pounding, first faintly in their chest but building and building until it shook their bones and blurred their vision.
Around the corner a storm giant sprinted, wailing like a bitch and big eqjenius sized tears streamed off his cheeks.
Sliipii could only stand and gape in awe as the monstrosity barrelled past him taking no notice of the band of adventurers cowering behind some kind of housecat.
As the giant trailed off up out of the keep he bellowed, to who is still a question, for why is another good one, what how and when are not relevant. Anyway, he bellowed,
"They want to feed us, THEY WANT TO FEED US... AHHHHHHHHHHHARGHHAHFLHDFREDFREDAHHHHHH