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<blockquote data-quote="skullsmurfer" data-source="post: 2322728" data-attributes="member: 17151"><p><strong>Ok, now we have some Action, Chapter 7</strong></p><p></p><p>►OK, now we have some Action, Chapter 7</p><p></p><p> They entered the sewers expecting trouble. Theodyl graciously allowed the war-forged to take point while he followed, keeping his Harp Bow ready. Just a few moments later, a choker caught Paragon around his short armored neck. The laughing war-forged ripped the creature apart and then drop-kicked it's head down a darkened tunnel. 147 to 3, he proudly announced to the shadows. The beer stein announced that he knew it was there all along. Theodyl poured the last of his beer into the beer stein to make the dwarven spirit happy. Paragon 147 to 3 harrumphed and moved ahead looking for more things to kill. The beer stein started to giggle.</p><p> </p><p> “Woo-hoo! Keep a look-out Lads, my beard is a'tinglin'!” hollered the beer stein. </p><p> </p><p> Almost too late, Paragon let loose a war cry and started swinging. Of the four squat, four-armed dolgrim wretches, only one had enough sense to raise its weapon. It died first. Since the choker incident, Paragon has been carrying a short hafted mace on his left hand and a cutlass on his right. Paragon sliced off its sword arm and smashed its stupid lumpy head into it's chest. He then stabbed the one with bandages on it's head through the neck. He slashed sideways blinding the dolgrim behind it with the gushing blood. It only had one eye, so it probably wouldn't have seen the mace that ended it's life. Paragon 150 to 3 kicked the last one in the belly. The thing was using a crude crutch, it fell hard. He poked his cutlass into it's neck and started asking questions. </p><p> </p><p> “Waaatchoooooouuut!” Theodyl screamed warping the very air as a focused beam of sound carried his words. </p><p></p><p> Above Paragon's head, a skeletal bat with glowing red eyes exploded under the sonic barrage. Paragon drove his blade into the goblin and rolled, swinging his mace into the legs of the emaciated creature walking up behind him. Theodyl heard the agonized scream of the magic user as his familiar died. The sound came from further down the tunnel. Paragon is busy fighting some sort of dead thing. It is his to kill.</p><p> </p><p> He knocked an arrow and started to sing a Light Spell. The light seemed to grow from out of nowhere filling the tunnel and reverberating with his voice. He saw the creature bent over in pain. It might have been a fat goblin, but for the talons on its hands and the twisted horns upon its head. A familiar is both a blessing and a curse. His master once advised him never to bother with one. He smiled, pulled back the string, and put an arrow through the top of its skull, right between the horns. The thing dropped face first, no more pain. A few steps in front of it Paragon beat into the leathery zombie. The crunching sounds of his weapons striking the zombie made Theodyl wince. It must be tough. The zombie slammed Paragon hard in his chest. The war-forged staggered back, almost losing his balance. The zombie lunged, tackling Paragon and knocking him over. It now faced Theodyl.</p><p> </p><p> Paragon started to sing a battle hymn. It is his favorite from the old regimental chap book he keeps in his kit. He rolled over onto his back and sprang onto his feet like a street performer. He turned and tapped the the zombie in the back of the head. Its broken skull sloshed about beneath its magically enchanted skin. Bits of teeth and foul liquid squeezed out, hitting the ground just in front of Theodyl. The half-elf cursed and demanded that Paragon quit playing with it. It suddenly turned, and lunged at the war-forged. </p><p> </p><p> Theodyl let his bow harp hang from its strap and started to form a spell. Dead things just make him feel nasty all over. He sang a series of syllables. His hands made juggling motions and soon, a series of multicolored spheres twirled in front of him. As Paragon drove his cutlass through the zombie's mouth and pulled back its mace. Theodyl selected a bright green one and sent it into the undead. The green sphere burst as it struck, releasing a sticky mass of sizzling green acid onto the zombie's back. The undead did not notice it's own slow disintegration, but it definitely felt Paragon's mace deforming it's face. The impact finished the acid's job and tore the zombie in half. Paragon leaped upon the upper half and endeavored to smash it flat. Its legs stood for a moment, took two steps, then collapsed. There are foul liquids pooling on the floor. The stench is overwhelming.</p><p></p><p> Theodyl saw his light spell fade around the corpse of the magic user. The stink might be he least of his problems. He tried to breathe through his mouth and blink the tears away from his eyes.</p><p> </p><p> A dark shape started to form in the darkness sending a chill down the tunnel. Theodyl shuddered, a hissing sound made his ears itch. He sent the gray sphere speeding towards it. It sped to its target and exploded, sending sharp pieces of stone scything through the shadow and the rapidly decomposing body beneath it. The red sphere went next, it flashed into a bright ball of red and yellow flame. A booming wave of heat swept the length of the tunnel. The shadow staggered. The body caught flame and so did the noxious gases emanating from the broken zombie. Paragon started to laugh. Theodyl felt the grim smile on his face stretch into a feral grin. His heart is beating hard and fast. It smells like war.</p><p></p><p> The frosty white sphere went next. It burst in a bright blue flash. It sucked the heat out of the walls and the air, flash freezing everything within a large circle. He could hear the stone crackling. The shadow shook off what seemed like ashes and took a step forward, hissing angrily. Somehow, Theodyl knew the shadow was looking at him. He also realized that the biting cold would not bother the thing.</p><p> </p><p> Paragon loosed a war cry and charged. His mace passed straight through its body. The cutlass rang as it struck, making the shadow dodge sideways. Theodyl sent a shining golden sphere at the shadow. As it burst against the evil creature, it filled the tunnel with a bright, wholesome light. A high pitched scream followed the light before it vanished as quickly as it came. </p><p> </p><p> “What the hell just happened?” Theodyl asked, knocking an arrow and looking for more trouble. “Did that shadow come out of him?”</p><p></p><p> “Black Magic,” answered the beer stein before making a spitting sound.</p><p></p><p> “152 to 3!” Paragon announced proudly. “Pity, somebody beat on them before us. Their wounds are days old, but it must have been a nasty beating. They look like they lost the battle. The were too sore to put up any kind of fight.”</p><p></p><p> “Healthy dolgrim usually put up a better fight, but who cares? They are dead, our duty is done.” the beer stein replied, making another spitting sound. </p><p> </p><p> “That zombie was nasty. It's skin was like leather armor.” Theodyl spoke as he sent his last gray brown sphere, at the stinking zombie remains. When it struck , the gruesome thing decayed rapidly and fell to dust. “I'm not taking any chances.”</p><p></p><p> “The tunnels must be crawling with these vermin. Something mean and bloody dangerous is driving the Riff Raff up to our levels.” Paragon 152 to 3 said cheerfully. “I want to hit it.”</p><p></p><p> “One battle at a time, Sergeant.” Theodyl patted his shoulder as he walked over to the burned and frozen corpse. They felt good, it was almost like war.</p><p></p><p> “Beware Lad,” the beer stein warned, “something doesn't feel right over there.”</p><p></p><p> “I will check it out.” snapped the war-forged.</p><p> </p><p> Paragon 152 to 3 squatted next to the corpse and started disassembling it with his cutlass. He started to hum his favorite battle hymn as he worked, chopping with his weapon to the rhythm to the music. Theodyl used a mage-hand spell to drag any interesting bits away from the magical cutlass. Paragon 152 to 3 can't tell magic from a hole in the wall. He collected all the items and wrapped them up in a rag for Paragon to carry. As they searched the other bodies, Theodyl noticed a pair of wristbands sticking out of the zombie dust. He snatched them up and handed them to his companion as they set out once more. It's barely noon and they both need a bath.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="skullsmurfer, post: 2322728, member: 17151"] [b]Ok, now we have some Action, Chapter 7[/b] ►OK, now we have some Action, Chapter 7 They entered the sewers expecting trouble. Theodyl graciously allowed the war-forged to take point while he followed, keeping his Harp Bow ready. Just a few moments later, a choker caught Paragon around his short armored neck. The laughing war-forged ripped the creature apart and then drop-kicked it's head down a darkened tunnel. 147 to 3, he proudly announced to the shadows. The beer stein announced that he knew it was there all along. Theodyl poured the last of his beer into the beer stein to make the dwarven spirit happy. Paragon 147 to 3 harrumphed and moved ahead looking for more things to kill. The beer stein started to giggle. “Woo-hoo! Keep a look-out Lads, my beard is a'tinglin'!” hollered the beer stein. Almost too late, Paragon let loose a war cry and started swinging. Of the four squat, four-armed dolgrim wretches, only one had enough sense to raise its weapon. It died first. Since the choker incident, Paragon has been carrying a short hafted mace on his left hand and a cutlass on his right. Paragon sliced off its sword arm and smashed its stupid lumpy head into it's chest. He then stabbed the one with bandages on it's head through the neck. He slashed sideways blinding the dolgrim behind it with the gushing blood. It only had one eye, so it probably wouldn't have seen the mace that ended it's life. Paragon 150 to 3 kicked the last one in the belly. The thing was using a crude crutch, it fell hard. He poked his cutlass into it's neck and started asking questions. “Waaatchoooooouuut!” Theodyl screamed warping the very air as a focused beam of sound carried his words. Above Paragon's head, a skeletal bat with glowing red eyes exploded under the sonic barrage. Paragon drove his blade into the goblin and rolled, swinging his mace into the legs of the emaciated creature walking up behind him. Theodyl heard the agonized scream of the magic user as his familiar died. The sound came from further down the tunnel. Paragon is busy fighting some sort of dead thing. It is his to kill. He knocked an arrow and started to sing a Light Spell. The light seemed to grow from out of nowhere filling the tunnel and reverberating with his voice. He saw the creature bent over in pain. It might have been a fat goblin, but for the talons on its hands and the twisted horns upon its head. A familiar is both a blessing and a curse. His master once advised him never to bother with one. He smiled, pulled back the string, and put an arrow through the top of its skull, right between the horns. The thing dropped face first, no more pain. A few steps in front of it Paragon beat into the leathery zombie. The crunching sounds of his weapons striking the zombie made Theodyl wince. It must be tough. The zombie slammed Paragon hard in his chest. The war-forged staggered back, almost losing his balance. The zombie lunged, tackling Paragon and knocking him over. It now faced Theodyl. Paragon started to sing a battle hymn. It is his favorite from the old regimental chap book he keeps in his kit. He rolled over onto his back and sprang onto his feet like a street performer. He turned and tapped the the zombie in the back of the head. Its broken skull sloshed about beneath its magically enchanted skin. Bits of teeth and foul liquid squeezed out, hitting the ground just in front of Theodyl. The half-elf cursed and demanded that Paragon quit playing with it. It suddenly turned, and lunged at the war-forged. Theodyl let his bow harp hang from its strap and started to form a spell. Dead things just make him feel nasty all over. He sang a series of syllables. His hands made juggling motions and soon, a series of multicolored spheres twirled in front of him. As Paragon drove his cutlass through the zombie's mouth and pulled back its mace. Theodyl selected a bright green one and sent it into the undead. The green sphere burst as it struck, releasing a sticky mass of sizzling green acid onto the zombie's back. The undead did not notice it's own slow disintegration, but it definitely felt Paragon's mace deforming it's face. The impact finished the acid's job and tore the zombie in half. Paragon leaped upon the upper half and endeavored to smash it flat. Its legs stood for a moment, took two steps, then collapsed. There are foul liquids pooling on the floor. The stench is overwhelming. Theodyl saw his light spell fade around the corpse of the magic user. The stink might be he least of his problems. He tried to breathe through his mouth and blink the tears away from his eyes. A dark shape started to form in the darkness sending a chill down the tunnel. Theodyl shuddered, a hissing sound made his ears itch. He sent the gray sphere speeding towards it. It sped to its target and exploded, sending sharp pieces of stone scything through the shadow and the rapidly decomposing body beneath it. The red sphere went next, it flashed into a bright ball of red and yellow flame. A booming wave of heat swept the length of the tunnel. The shadow staggered. The body caught flame and so did the noxious gases emanating from the broken zombie. Paragon started to laugh. Theodyl felt the grim smile on his face stretch into a feral grin. His heart is beating hard and fast. It smells like war. The frosty white sphere went next. It burst in a bright blue flash. It sucked the heat out of the walls and the air, flash freezing everything within a large circle. He could hear the stone crackling. The shadow shook off what seemed like ashes and took a step forward, hissing angrily. Somehow, Theodyl knew the shadow was looking at him. He also realized that the biting cold would not bother the thing. Paragon loosed a war cry and charged. His mace passed straight through its body. The cutlass rang as it struck, making the shadow dodge sideways. Theodyl sent a shining golden sphere at the shadow. As it burst against the evil creature, it filled the tunnel with a bright, wholesome light. A high pitched scream followed the light before it vanished as quickly as it came. “What the hell just happened?” Theodyl asked, knocking an arrow and looking for more trouble. “Did that shadow come out of him?” “Black Magic,” answered the beer stein before making a spitting sound. “152 to 3!” Paragon announced proudly. “Pity, somebody beat on them before us. Their wounds are days old, but it must have been a nasty beating. They look like they lost the battle. The were too sore to put up any kind of fight.” “Healthy dolgrim usually put up a better fight, but who cares? They are dead, our duty is done.” the beer stein replied, making another spitting sound. “That zombie was nasty. It's skin was like leather armor.” Theodyl spoke as he sent his last gray brown sphere, at the stinking zombie remains. When it struck , the gruesome thing decayed rapidly and fell to dust. “I'm not taking any chances.” “The tunnels must be crawling with these vermin. Something mean and bloody dangerous is driving the Riff Raff up to our levels.” Paragon 152 to 3 said cheerfully. “I want to hit it.” “One battle at a time, Sergeant.” Theodyl patted his shoulder as he walked over to the burned and frozen corpse. They felt good, it was almost like war. “Beware Lad,” the beer stein warned, “something doesn't feel right over there.” “I will check it out.” snapped the war-forged. Paragon 152 to 3 squatted next to the corpse and started disassembling it with his cutlass. He started to hum his favorite battle hymn as he worked, chopping with his weapon to the rhythm to the music. Theodyl used a mage-hand spell to drag any interesting bits away from the magical cutlass. Paragon 152 to 3 can't tell magic from a hole in the wall. He collected all the items and wrapped them up in a rag for Paragon to carry. As they searched the other bodies, Theodyl noticed a pair of wristbands sticking out of the zombie dust. He snatched them up and handed them to his companion as they set out once more. It's barely noon and they both need a bath. [/QUOTE]
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