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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2277663" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Looks like we're guests of honour"</span></strong></p><p></p><p>With a clatter, <em>Justicar</em> landed on the ground beside the shaft entrance. Moments later Torious had pulled himself upwards and rolled onto the stony surface. Dariel swooped above him, glad to be in flight again. A bitter wind cut sharply into the priest as he stood and surveyed the terrain about him.</p><p></p><p>Immediately ahead of Torious was a brilliant clear lake that lapped gently against a sheer cliff on one side and a shingled shore on the other. The azure water and expanse of open sky assaulted his senses. The setting sun gave the scene an unreal tranquility, as golden rays flared every little detail into life. </p><p></p><p>With a sinking feeling, Torious saw that the shores of the lake bordered onto a towering lip of smoothed rock on every side, creating a natural enclosure in the mountain side. <em>Or perhaps a prison</em>, thought Torious.</p><p></p><p>Milo dragged himself onto the rocky edge, "...well whatever you say, one of us would have touched the handle eventually,"</p><p>Thalin's voice echoes from below, "Not so. You and your bloody wanton approach to exploration has already landed us, quite literally, in a mountain of trouble"</p><p>"oh, that's clever. Did you read that joke out of a spellbook?"</p><p>"I'm warning you Milo..." but Thalin's words tailed away as he poked his head out of the tunnel and turned his attention to the immediate situation.</p><p></p><p>Milo grinned oh-so-innocently at the mage, then pointed a shivering finger at the throng of blue goblins swarming on the far shore, “Looks like we’re guests of honour,” said Milo dryly as he unsheathed <em>Vampire</em>. </p><p></p><p>Torious narrowed his eyes at Milo’s new weapon, its blade a wicked barb of black steel, complimented by a bulbous, ugly handguard. It reminded the Aasimar of Cryptcap, a particularly nasty type of sentient fungus that often impaled the young rabbits that dashed madly among graveyard tombs. Torious was about to launch into a speech on the woes of cursed weapons, but he caught sight of a building nestled on the beach not too far from their current position. The tip of a small tower stood amid a curious pattern of triangular craters that dominated the small beach.</p><p></p><p>“There might be a way out, it could well be some sort of gate house,” said Thalin, crossing his fingers that the sword spider wouldn't have to be faced again. The mage squinted towards the sharp cliff face as a number of spindly forms detached from the sheer rock like dropping leaves.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>Lyle Blackrock slowly wrapped the reins of his horse around the branch with his remaining arm. With a final twist of the leather the horse was secured. From bolting away yes, but not from any goblins drawn by the sounds of a shackled meal. However, he knew taking the horse into the mines would be impossible. With a final pat on the horses nose, Lyle unhitched his sword and gilded hunting horn, then slid them into his belt next to the small leather pouch.</p><p></p><p>Stopping at the shadowed doorway, Lyle dug a small pair of metal goggles from his pocket and placed them securely over his eyes. They glinted like eclipsed suns in the afternoon light. Lyle turned towards the mines and saw a lonely dwarf spirit drift through the ragged rock face. It stopped to look at Lyle with betrayed, hollow eyes. </p><p></p><p>Using the powers within the lenses he now wore, Lyle glanced at the ghostly figure without any fear, for the spirit was dead, and he was not. With a thin smile at the thought of what pains he would inflict on that bastard of an ice mage, Lyle Blackrock slipped through the doorway and faded into the haunted darkness within.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>Milo dropped onto the shingled beach as another javelin clattered a few feet to his left. The Aarakocra swooped low again, but turned too late as Torious swept <em>Justicar</em> through the air. The blow tore the birdman’s wing clean off in a flare of red feathers. With a shrill squawk, the feathered body spiralled into the lake where it floundered for a moment before suddenly being snatched under by a dozen or more small blue hands.</p><p></p><p>Thalin leapt the last slippery foothold and hopped onto the sanded edge of one of the craters. Unslinging his crossbow from his shoulder, he found a foothold in the sand. The mage levelled a bolt at one of the circling Aarakocras and snapped off a shot. Three javelins returned fire, but all flew uselessly wide. </p><p></p><p>Milo stood and looked behind him at the rising tower they were edging towards. Its windows were bordered up and half of the tower roof was collapsed. The harsh wind didn’t reach this enclave next to the tower, and was surprisingly peaceful. A high-pitched scream alerted the halfling to the diving birdman. Milo shifted sideways in just enough time as the Aarakocra landed with a wet thud into the sand.</p><p></p><p>Torious pounced from the narrow rock steps and twirled <em>Justicar</em> through the air as he landed, severing the birdman's head from its body as it tried to take to the air again. The decapitated body continued to glide for a moment then plummeted into a crater in the shallows of the lake. The water goblins advanced towards the dead body on their hands and knees, not wanting to incur the wrath of the bird-killers. </p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>Lyle crouched to the floor and examined the tread mark before him, with a nod of recognition he sneered at the three dwarf spirits who had come to watch his progress. Lyle stood, and despite being used to such things, angrily swatted at the newfound followers with his sword (which passed right through the apparitions). With a snarl of annoyance, Lyle got up quickly and departed towards the main chamber with a swift stride. Brushing through a spider web as it caught on his face, plans of attack began to flow through Lyle’s mind, all ending in the grisly fate of that damned ice mage.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2277663, member: 5507"] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Looks like we're guests of honour"[/COLOR][/B] With a clatter, [I]Justicar[/I] landed on the ground beside the shaft entrance. Moments later Torious had pulled himself upwards and rolled onto the stony surface. Dariel swooped above him, glad to be in flight again. A bitter wind cut sharply into the priest as he stood and surveyed the terrain about him. Immediately ahead of Torious was a brilliant clear lake that lapped gently against a sheer cliff on one side and a shingled shore on the other. The azure water and expanse of open sky assaulted his senses. The setting sun gave the scene an unreal tranquility, as golden rays flared every little detail into life. With a sinking feeling, Torious saw that the shores of the lake bordered onto a towering lip of smoothed rock on every side, creating a natural enclosure in the mountain side. [I]Or perhaps a prison[/I], thought Torious. Milo dragged himself onto the rocky edge, "...well whatever you say, one of us would have touched the handle eventually," Thalin's voice echoes from below, "Not so. You and your bloody wanton approach to exploration has already landed us, quite literally, in a mountain of trouble" "oh, that's clever. Did you read that joke out of a spellbook?" "I'm warning you Milo..." but Thalin's words tailed away as he poked his head out of the tunnel and turned his attention to the immediate situation. Milo grinned oh-so-innocently at the mage, then pointed a shivering finger at the throng of blue goblins swarming on the far shore, “Looks like we’re guests of honour,” said Milo dryly as he unsheathed [I]Vampire[/I]. Torious narrowed his eyes at Milo’s new weapon, its blade a wicked barb of black steel, complimented by a bulbous, ugly handguard. It reminded the Aasimar of Cryptcap, a particularly nasty type of sentient fungus that often impaled the young rabbits that dashed madly among graveyard tombs. Torious was about to launch into a speech on the woes of cursed weapons, but he caught sight of a building nestled on the beach not too far from their current position. The tip of a small tower stood amid a curious pattern of triangular craters that dominated the small beach. “There might be a way out, it could well be some sort of gate house,” said Thalin, crossing his fingers that the sword spider wouldn't have to be faced again. The mage squinted towards the sharp cliff face as a number of spindly forms detached from the sheer rock like dropping leaves. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] Lyle Blackrock slowly wrapped the reins of his horse around the branch with his remaining arm. With a final twist of the leather the horse was secured. From bolting away yes, but not from any goblins drawn by the sounds of a shackled meal. However, he knew taking the horse into the mines would be impossible. With a final pat on the horses nose, Lyle unhitched his sword and gilded hunting horn, then slid them into his belt next to the small leather pouch. Stopping at the shadowed doorway, Lyle dug a small pair of metal goggles from his pocket and placed them securely over his eyes. They glinted like eclipsed suns in the afternoon light. Lyle turned towards the mines and saw a lonely dwarf spirit drift through the ragged rock face. It stopped to look at Lyle with betrayed, hollow eyes. Using the powers within the lenses he now wore, Lyle glanced at the ghostly figure without any fear, for the spirit was dead, and he was not. With a thin smile at the thought of what pains he would inflict on that bastard of an ice mage, Lyle Blackrock slipped through the doorway and faded into the haunted darkness within. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] Milo dropped onto the shingled beach as another javelin clattered a few feet to his left. The Aarakocra swooped low again, but turned too late as Torious swept [I]Justicar[/I] through the air. The blow tore the birdman’s wing clean off in a flare of red feathers. With a shrill squawk, the feathered body spiralled into the lake where it floundered for a moment before suddenly being snatched under by a dozen or more small blue hands. Thalin leapt the last slippery foothold and hopped onto the sanded edge of one of the craters. Unslinging his crossbow from his shoulder, he found a foothold in the sand. The mage levelled a bolt at one of the circling Aarakocras and snapped off a shot. Three javelins returned fire, but all flew uselessly wide. Milo stood and looked behind him at the rising tower they were edging towards. Its windows were bordered up and half of the tower roof was collapsed. The harsh wind didn’t reach this enclave next to the tower, and was surprisingly peaceful. A high-pitched scream alerted the halfling to the diving birdman. Milo shifted sideways in just enough time as the Aarakocra landed with a wet thud into the sand. Torious pounced from the narrow rock steps and twirled [I]Justicar[/I] through the air as he landed, severing the birdman's head from its body as it tried to take to the air again. The decapitated body continued to glide for a moment then plummeted into a crater in the shallows of the lake. The water goblins advanced towards the dead body on their hands and knees, not wanting to incur the wrath of the bird-killers. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] Lyle crouched to the floor and examined the tread mark before him, with a nod of recognition he sneered at the three dwarf spirits who had come to watch his progress. Lyle stood, and despite being used to such things, angrily swatted at the newfound followers with his sword (which passed right through the apparitions). With a snarl of annoyance, Lyle got up quickly and departed towards the main chamber with a swift stride. Brushing through a spider web as it caught on his face, plans of attack began to flow through Lyle’s mind, all ending in the grisly fate of that damned ice mage. [/QUOTE]
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