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<blockquote data-quote="Fiasco" data-source="post: 2900845" data-attributes="member: 15187"><p>Moxadder lay helpless on the ground and waited to die. He was sprawled on his back, staring up at the overcast sky. It provided no clues as to his fate. There was little sensation in his body save for the thrum of his pulse along his temple where the bolt had struck. He wanted to examine the wound but was his limbs lay boneless, useless on the uneven ground. Above the light buzzing plaguing his ears he heard the sound of battle coming from Grisha’s hut. Straining his eyes to the left he could just make out Mortec’s body where it lay on the ground. He too had been hit by a crossbow bolt, the shaft sticking high in his chest looked particularly grim when contrasted with the gnomes diminutive stature.</p><p></p><p>A loud crash rattled from the far side of the hut, as though someone had been hurled through a wall. Moxadder could also make out screams of pain. They sounded like they belonged to Morgan. While listening closely to what very much seemed like the demise of his companions, the Irudeshian was surprised to realise that he didn’t want to die. The irony of experiencing such a radical change to his disposition while bleeding to death was not lost on him. </p><p></p><p>A particularly strong craving for devil weed began to torment him. The noises from the house gained in intensity, though the number of participants seemed to be decreasing. A metallic shriek cut through the air, followed by the ping of fragments bouncing off many surfaces. The combat noises paused for a second, then a deep roar (certainly not from one of his companions) presaged the resumption of the melee. </p><p></p><p>Concentrating fiercely, Moxadder tried to move his limbs. He only succeeded in increasing the throb in his temple. A half articulated groan escaped from his throat. Almost as if in response, he saw Mortec’s body twitch, then the gnome sat up with difficulty. </p><p></p><p>Ignoring the arrow lodged in his body, Mortec climbed clumsily to his feet and staggered towards the front door of the hut. The exertion proved too much and he fell to his knees half way. Cursing, he ripped the shaft clear of his body and tried to ignore the pain as he called for succour from his goddess. A sequence of tumultuous noises from within the hut culminated in Morgan’s limp body being hurled into the yard. Despite this distraction, Mortec completed his prayer and with renewed energy, stepped past his fallen comrade and into the house. </p><p></p><p>He saw a giant dwarf, if there could be such a contradiction, facing off against his three companions. As Mortec got his bearings Gerard make a lunging thrust that slid along the dwarf’s ribs. The retaliatory strike from Grisha’s staff tumbled the light weight nobleman to the ground. He failed to stir. Stravarius and Argonne seemed in poor condition to take up the fray. The Black Elf’s blade had snapped halfway down its length and Argonne was staring stupidly at the wooden haft of his axe. Of the head there was no sign.</p><p></p><p>Mortec straightened himself to his full if insignificant height. He knew what must be done. Reaching deep within himself, he called on the ultimate power bestowed on him by his dark mistress. Eldritch energies, wreathed his hands and a feeling of unstoppable destiny girded his soul as he advance on his towering foe. The corrupt wizard didn’t notice his approach until it was too late. With the inevitability of time behind them, Mortec’s tiny hands grasped the flesh of his foe and allowed the accumulated entropic force to ravage through living flesh. Grisha screamed the cry of a soul condemned to eternal damnation as unseen fire consumed his flesh and reduced it to a withered husk. </p><p></p><p>Mortec threw his head back in exultation then looked upon his companions, eyes ablaze with divine fire. Beside him, the giant body contracted abruptly and returned to normal dwarven proportions. Argonne said not a word. Stravarius felt a moment of strong kinship with the gnome.</p><p></p><p>They turned to their fallen companions. Gerard had sustained heavy wounds, but remarkably his condition was stable. Eldritch Light, clutched tightly in his right hand, had prevented him from slipping into deaths embrace. Morgan’s wounds were not quite as extensive, and a minor application of Mortec’s power saw the young warrior regain consciousness. Moxadder’s paralysis lapsed of its own volition once the toxin in his body lost its potency. A quick bandaging of his temple was sufficient for him to lend assistance in the ransack of the abode.</p><p></p><p>Gerard’s body was carefully placed out of the way. Nothing more could be done for him until Mortec had a chance to renew his powers. With the Irudeshian leading the search, the Hydra began sorting through the untidy contents of the shack. Stravarius stood in the shadows of the doorway, keeping a lookout for any visitors who might approach Grisha’s home. </p><p></p><p>The Hydra worked efficiently, sifting through the piles of objects and sorting the valuables from the rest. Apart from several items of Grisha’s that were identified as magical, there was little else of interest save for a handful of silver and copper coins. Nothing suggested any complicity on the dwarf’s behalf with the Dominion, which was frustrating as its was Rumscully Jack’s cryptic hints that had prompted them to revisit the dwarf’s abode. Convinced they had missed something, they subjected the walls and floor of the house to loser scrutiny. </p><p></p><p>Moxadder eventually found what they sought, a strong box concealed in the floor in an unregarded nook of the dwelling. The Irudeshian carefully examined the chest and deemed it safe to open. A key had been found on Grisha’s body and sure enough it fitted the lock. The contents lived up to their expectations. Two large books were secured within, as well as two scrolls, a healing potion, hundreds of sliver coins and a handful of gold ones. </p><p></p><p>The silver coins were ancient and black with corrosion, their stamp still carrying the marks of Gerech’s Convocation. Such coin was now only found in the hands the Dominion, who had inherited the huge treasure houses of the vanquished empire. A detect magic spell cast by Mortec revealed that a gold medallion, a head scarf worn by Grisha, his staff and both books bore enchantments. The potion was used to restore Gerard to consciousness.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fiasco, post: 2900845, member: 15187"] Moxadder lay helpless on the ground and waited to die. He was sprawled on his back, staring up at the overcast sky. It provided no clues as to his fate. There was little sensation in his body save for the thrum of his pulse along his temple where the bolt had struck. He wanted to examine the wound but was his limbs lay boneless, useless on the uneven ground. Above the light buzzing plaguing his ears he heard the sound of battle coming from Grisha’s hut. Straining his eyes to the left he could just make out Mortec’s body where it lay on the ground. He too had been hit by a crossbow bolt, the shaft sticking high in his chest looked particularly grim when contrasted with the gnomes diminutive stature. A loud crash rattled from the far side of the hut, as though someone had been hurled through a wall. Moxadder could also make out screams of pain. They sounded like they belonged to Morgan. While listening closely to what very much seemed like the demise of his companions, the Irudeshian was surprised to realise that he didn’t want to die. The irony of experiencing such a radical change to his disposition while bleeding to death was not lost on him. A particularly strong craving for devil weed began to torment him. The noises from the house gained in intensity, though the number of participants seemed to be decreasing. A metallic shriek cut through the air, followed by the ping of fragments bouncing off many surfaces. The combat noises paused for a second, then a deep roar (certainly not from one of his companions) presaged the resumption of the melee. Concentrating fiercely, Moxadder tried to move his limbs. He only succeeded in increasing the throb in his temple. A half articulated groan escaped from his throat. Almost as if in response, he saw Mortec’s body twitch, then the gnome sat up with difficulty. Ignoring the arrow lodged in his body, Mortec climbed clumsily to his feet and staggered towards the front door of the hut. The exertion proved too much and he fell to his knees half way. Cursing, he ripped the shaft clear of his body and tried to ignore the pain as he called for succour from his goddess. A sequence of tumultuous noises from within the hut culminated in Morgan’s limp body being hurled into the yard. Despite this distraction, Mortec completed his prayer and with renewed energy, stepped past his fallen comrade and into the house. He saw a giant dwarf, if there could be such a contradiction, facing off against his three companions. As Mortec got his bearings Gerard make a lunging thrust that slid along the dwarf’s ribs. The retaliatory strike from Grisha’s staff tumbled the light weight nobleman to the ground. He failed to stir. Stravarius and Argonne seemed in poor condition to take up the fray. The Black Elf’s blade had snapped halfway down its length and Argonne was staring stupidly at the wooden haft of his axe. Of the head there was no sign. Mortec straightened himself to his full if insignificant height. He knew what must be done. Reaching deep within himself, he called on the ultimate power bestowed on him by his dark mistress. Eldritch energies, wreathed his hands and a feeling of unstoppable destiny girded his soul as he advance on his towering foe. The corrupt wizard didn’t notice his approach until it was too late. With the inevitability of time behind them, Mortec’s tiny hands grasped the flesh of his foe and allowed the accumulated entropic force to ravage through living flesh. Grisha screamed the cry of a soul condemned to eternal damnation as unseen fire consumed his flesh and reduced it to a withered husk. Mortec threw his head back in exultation then looked upon his companions, eyes ablaze with divine fire. Beside him, the giant body contracted abruptly and returned to normal dwarven proportions. Argonne said not a word. Stravarius felt a moment of strong kinship with the gnome. They turned to their fallen companions. Gerard had sustained heavy wounds, but remarkably his condition was stable. Eldritch Light, clutched tightly in his right hand, had prevented him from slipping into deaths embrace. Morgan’s wounds were not quite as extensive, and a minor application of Mortec’s power saw the young warrior regain consciousness. Moxadder’s paralysis lapsed of its own volition once the toxin in his body lost its potency. A quick bandaging of his temple was sufficient for him to lend assistance in the ransack of the abode. Gerard’s body was carefully placed out of the way. Nothing more could be done for him until Mortec had a chance to renew his powers. With the Irudeshian leading the search, the Hydra began sorting through the untidy contents of the shack. Stravarius stood in the shadows of the doorway, keeping a lookout for any visitors who might approach Grisha’s home. The Hydra worked efficiently, sifting through the piles of objects and sorting the valuables from the rest. Apart from several items of Grisha’s that were identified as magical, there was little else of interest save for a handful of silver and copper coins. Nothing suggested any complicity on the dwarf’s behalf with the Dominion, which was frustrating as its was Rumscully Jack’s cryptic hints that had prompted them to revisit the dwarf’s abode. Convinced they had missed something, they subjected the walls and floor of the house to loser scrutiny. Moxadder eventually found what they sought, a strong box concealed in the floor in an unregarded nook of the dwelling. The Irudeshian carefully examined the chest and deemed it safe to open. A key had been found on Grisha’s body and sure enough it fitted the lock. The contents lived up to their expectations. Two large books were secured within, as well as two scrolls, a healing potion, hundreds of sliver coins and a handful of gold ones. The silver coins were ancient and black with corrosion, their stamp still carrying the marks of Gerech’s Convocation. Such coin was now only found in the hands the Dominion, who had inherited the huge treasure houses of the vanquished empire. A detect magic spell cast by Mortec revealed that a gold medallion, a head scarf worn by Grisha, his staff and both books bore enchantments. The potion was used to restore Gerard to consciousness. [/QUOTE]
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