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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3017725" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Death in Freeport - Part 11: Temple of the Unspeakable Oath</strong></p><p></p><p>“You mutht learn rethopect!” shouted Milos. </p><p></p><p>“How can anyone possibly respect you when you talk like that?” Kham shouted back, pistols cocked.</p><p></p><p>BLAM! BLAM!</p><p></p><p>Both shots ricocheted off an invisible shield that surrounded Milos. </p><p></p><p>“Damn,” muttered Kham.</p><p></p><p>Milos pointed at Kham with his staff. An expression of horror crept over Kham’s face. Then he turned and fled through double doors at the other end of the hall.</p><p></p><p>Vlad and Dril stood on opposite sides of the temple’s opening. They watched Kham run screaming past them.</p><p></p><p>“Our turn,” said Dril. “Keep your eyes down.”</p><p></p><p>With a shout, Vlad and Dril charged forward into the temple. A huge pool was at its center, surrounded by tiles patterned in the form of coiled serpents. </p><p></p><p>One of the temple attendants pointed at Vlad with his mace. The warrior froze in mid-step.</p><p></p><p>Dril kept coming. The other attendant pointed at him, but the Altherian was unaffected. His scimitar sliced through the unarmored attendant’s torso and jutted out of his back.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė fired an arrow at the other attendant, who was forced to duck behind one of the pillars. A crossbow bolt answered her attack but went wide.</p><p></p><p>“Vlad!” shouted Ilmarė. “Snap out of it!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad stood, dazed. He was oblivious to the combat that raged around him.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Ilmarė’s clear voice pierced the din of battle. “<em>Cuiva Vlad!</em>” she sang, demanding him to awaken.</p><p></p><p>Dril pointed his dagger at Milos. “I’m coming for you next!”</p><p></p><p>“<em>Tira nottolya,</em>” sang Ilmarė. She asked them to face their foes.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, really?” asked Milos. He pointed with his spear at Dril. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Kneel before your mathter.</span>”</p><p></p><p>“<em>Tulta tuolya,</em>” sang Ilmarė. She asked her allies to summon forth their strength.</p><p></p><p>Sweat broke out on Dril’s brow, as the magic forced his knees buckle. He fell to one knee. Then his other slowly bent until both knees touched the ground. Dril’s neck was on fire; he fought it with all his might, but the magic was too powerful for him to resist. He bowed his head in supplication before Milos.</p><p></p><p>“<em>An mauya mahtie,</em>” sang Ilmarė. They had to fight!</p><p></p><p>Dril was at war with his own body. “Where…” he grunted, “is Lucius?”</p><p></p><p>“Why you are tho interethted in that librarian, I’ll never know,” said Milos. He sauntered down the steps from the altar to where Dril was kneeling. </p><p></p><p>“<em>Ter oiomornie,</em>” sang Ilmarė. They would battle through endless darkness.</p><p></p><p>“He ith inthignificant in the thcheme of thingth,” said Milos, “but you are welcome to die for him.”</p><p></p><p>“<em>Ter ondicilyar,</em>” sang Ilmarė. They would battle through chasms of stone.</p><p></p><p>Vlad shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. He raised his shield just in time to block another shot from a crossbow. The bolt hovered before the serpent shield as if caught in a net. Then it dropped to the ground.</p><p></p><p>“Whoa,” said Vlad, staring down at his shield.</p><p></p><p>“<em>Mettanna!</em>” sang Ilmarė. They would fight to the end.</p><p></p><p>Vlad bellowed a charge and, filled with the hope and glory of Ilmarė’s song, slammed into the attendant in a rage. The man was unprepared for the full force of a fully armed warrior. He went down with little resistance.</p><p></p><p>Milos raised his spear, ensuring he would inflict a killing blow on Dril.</p><p></p><p>“<em>Nurunna!</em>” sang Ilmarė. They would fight to the death!</p><p></p><p>The music sliced through the haze that had taken control of Dril’s body. Dril rolled to the side as the spear came down where his head would be.</p><p></p><p>Milos looked up as Vlad stalked towards him from one side and Dril rose to his feet on the other. He ran back to the center of the altar.</p><p></p><p>With arms outstretched, he shouted, “By the Yellow Thign, we will rule!” </p><p></p><p>Then an arrow shivered at the center of his forehead. Milos turned and fell forward from the raised altar into the serpent pool with a splash. </p><p></p><p>“Remind me not to make you angry,” said Dril over his shoulder to his Elorii companion.</p><p></p><p>As the cultist’s eyes glazed over in death, a terrible transformation took place. His skin and bones rearranged themselves in a most unnatural way. His human visage was gone. Milos lay revealed as a monstrous creature, a serpent man with scaly skin and forked tongue. </p><p></p><p>“Another ssanu,” said Ilmarė. “I wonder how long he carried on this deception.”</p><p></p><p>“More importantly,” said Dril, “are there others like him in Freeport? We’ve only encountered three ssanu. There would be many more in a Pit of this size.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad climbed back down the dias with an unconscious Lucius in his arms. “It looks like he’s hurt, but I think he’ll survive.”</p><p></p><p>Dril blinked. “Speaking of survivors…where’s Kham?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3017725, member: 3285"] [b]Death in Freeport - Part 11: Temple of the Unspeakable Oath[/b] “You mutht learn rethopect!” shouted Milos. “How can anyone possibly respect you when you talk like that?” Kham shouted back, pistols cocked. BLAM! BLAM! Both shots ricocheted off an invisible shield that surrounded Milos. “Damn,” muttered Kham. Milos pointed at Kham with his staff. An expression of horror crept over Kham’s face. Then he turned and fled through double doors at the other end of the hall. Vlad and Dril stood on opposite sides of the temple’s opening. They watched Kham run screaming past them. “Our turn,” said Dril. “Keep your eyes down.” With a shout, Vlad and Dril charged forward into the temple. A huge pool was at its center, surrounded by tiles patterned in the form of coiled serpents. One of the temple attendants pointed at Vlad with his mace. The warrior froze in mid-step. Dril kept coming. The other attendant pointed at him, but the Altherian was unaffected. His scimitar sliced through the unarmored attendant’s torso and jutted out of his back. Ilmarė fired an arrow at the other attendant, who was forced to duck behind one of the pillars. A crossbow bolt answered her attack but went wide. “Vlad!” shouted Ilmarė. “Snap out of it!” Vlad stood, dazed. He was oblivious to the combat that raged around him. Suddenly, Ilmarė’s clear voice pierced the din of battle. “[I]Cuiva Vlad![/I]” she sang, demanding him to awaken. Dril pointed his dagger at Milos. “I’m coming for you next!” “[I]Tira nottolya,[/I]” sang Ilmarė. She asked them to face their foes. “Oh, really?” asked Milos. He pointed with his spear at Dril. “[FONT="Impact"]Kneel before your mathter.[/FONT]” “[I]Tulta tuolya,[/I]” sang Ilmarė. She asked her allies to summon forth their strength. Sweat broke out on Dril’s brow, as the magic forced his knees buckle. He fell to one knee. Then his other slowly bent until both knees touched the ground. Dril’s neck was on fire; he fought it with all his might, but the magic was too powerful for him to resist. He bowed his head in supplication before Milos. “[I]An mauya mahtie,[/I]” sang Ilmarė. They had to fight! Dril was at war with his own body. “Where…” he grunted, “is Lucius?” “Why you are tho interethted in that librarian, I’ll never know,” said Milos. He sauntered down the steps from the altar to where Dril was kneeling. “[I]Ter oiomornie,[/I]” sang Ilmarė. They would battle through endless darkness. “He ith inthignificant in the thcheme of thingth,” said Milos, “but you are welcome to die for him.” “[I]Ter ondicilyar,[/I]” sang Ilmarė. They would battle through chasms of stone. Vlad shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. He raised his shield just in time to block another shot from a crossbow. The bolt hovered before the serpent shield as if caught in a net. Then it dropped to the ground. “Whoa,” said Vlad, staring down at his shield. “[I]Mettanna![/I]” sang Ilmarė. They would fight to the end. Vlad bellowed a charge and, filled with the hope and glory of Ilmarė’s song, slammed into the attendant in a rage. The man was unprepared for the full force of a fully armed warrior. He went down with little resistance. Milos raised his spear, ensuring he would inflict a killing blow on Dril. “[I]Nurunna![/I]” sang Ilmarė. They would fight to the death! The music sliced through the haze that had taken control of Dril’s body. Dril rolled to the side as the spear came down where his head would be. Milos looked up as Vlad stalked towards him from one side and Dril rose to his feet on the other. He ran back to the center of the altar. With arms outstretched, he shouted, “By the Yellow Thign, we will rule!” Then an arrow shivered at the center of his forehead. Milos turned and fell forward from the raised altar into the serpent pool with a splash. “Remind me not to make you angry,” said Dril over his shoulder to his Elorii companion. As the cultist’s eyes glazed over in death, a terrible transformation took place. His skin and bones rearranged themselves in a most unnatural way. His human visage was gone. Milos lay revealed as a monstrous creature, a serpent man with scaly skin and forked tongue. “Another ssanu,” said Ilmarė. “I wonder how long he carried on this deception.” “More importantly,” said Dril, “are there others like him in Freeport? We’ve only encountered three ssanu. There would be many more in a Pit of this size.” Vlad climbed back down the dias with an unconscious Lucius in his arms. “It looks like he’s hurt, but I think he’ll survive.” Dril blinked. “Speaking of survivors…where’s Kham?” [/QUOTE]
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