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<blockquote data-quote="Abciximab" data-source="post: 4033366" data-attributes="member: 46017"><p style="text-align: center"> <strong>Weirds, Lycanthropes and Undead Minions. (Oh my!) Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Unlocking the door and ducking under the halberds, the companions moved on. The open door revealed a hall that seemed to go both east and west a short distance before turning north at each end. Bootsy and Frankie went west while the other two went east. “There’s a ladder going down here,” Bootsy called to the others.</p><p></p><p>“Same here,” Wencis called back. “There are also some statues of human warriors and a Minotaur standing in front of some looted vaults.”</p><p></p><p>Bootsy and Frankie went down on one side while Wencis and Celtir went down the other. Wencis was about to join Celtir in examining the statues when he heard muttering coming from down the hall and around the corner to the west. At the same time Bootsy heard it as well, coming from down the hall and around the corner to the east of where they were. “Spellcasting,” he whispered to Frankie, “Or your mothers a gnome.”</p><p></p><p>“But my mothers a dwarf,” the literal minded Dwarf whispered back.</p><p></p><p>“That’s what I mean, it’s someone casting a spell,” answered Bootsy. Seeing Frankie’s confused look, Bootsy just shook his head and motioned him forward.</p><p></p><p>“There it is again,” whispered Celtir, “More casting.”</p><p></p><p>On both sides, the companions moved slowly down the hall, stopping to listen from time to time. When they reached the end of the hall, Bootsy pulled out one of the bottles from his bandoleer that was loaded with vials. He looked to Frankie with a smile and Frankie knew that Bootsy had one of <em>those</em> ideas. Bootsy poured the oil on the floor at the end of the corridor.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile Wencis and Celtir snuck down the short hall at the end of the corridor that joined the eastern passage to the west. A broken door stood to the north, a ladder there descended into darkness. They moved toward an opening in the western part of the wall. Peeking around the corner Celtir saw a room full of animated skeletons. One of them, towering above the rest, was made from the bones of a Minotaur. At the back, behind a fountain carved in the shape of a golden dragon, was a hobgoblin in breastplate armor that had obviously been waiting for someone to come around the corner. The Hobgoblin quickly cast a spell and magical fear filled Celtir’s heart. He turned and ran to the end of the corridor and hid in the corner of the largest vault, cursing all the while.</p><p></p><p>The four human skeletons ran out and swarmed around Wencis and his Souls Spark in the eastern part of the corridor. His armor deflected most of the attacks as they slashed at him with their boney hands. The Spark, however, was slashed multiple times by the skeletons around it. The two of them lashed back at the skeletons, destroying one of them. Bootsy threw another vial of oil into the corner of the corridor for good measure. </p><p></p><p>Frankie finally stepped out, slashing at the large skeleton that was now standing at the entrance to the room, his axe chipping away at the creatures legs. A dog appeared next to him as Bootsy summoned some help. The dog nipped at the feet of the skeletal Minotaur, but was unable to bite the creature. </p><p></p><p>The large skeleton slashed at the dog with his claw-like hands. Almost torn completely apart by the skeletal claws, the dog disappeared back to its home plane. Suddenly, a disembodied flail appeared next to Frankie and struck him on his left side.</p><p></p><p>Bootsy stepped around the corner, a fan of flames leaping from his fingertips, burning at the lower half of the skeleton. The hobgoblin cast another spell, this time Bootsy felt a wave of doom crash over his shoulders, but was able to shrug off the feeling just as quickly. His fingers still smoking, he used just one to gesture back at the hobgoblin.</p><p></p><p>Wencis and his Soul Spark dropped two more of the skeletons. Celtir, finally able to overcome the magical fear that had compelled him to flee, came running out of the vault, eager to make up for lost time. Stopping by Wencis and his Soul Spark he cast a quick spell, touching himself and others quickly, he explained, “The undead can no longer see us, we can move among them so long as you do not make any contact with them. Let us try to deal directly with the one that has created these abominations.” </p><p></p><p>With only Bootsy and Frankie visible to the undead, the last remaining human skeleton started to move back to the other end of the hall. Bootsy moved away from them, being careful not to slip on the oil he had poured all over this area. </p><p></p><p>Both skeletons, big and small, lashed at Frankie, their claws digging deep into his flesh. Anger flashing in his eyes, Frankie slashed at the large skeleton again, chipping away at the bone a little more. Bootsy cast, summoning another dog to appear next to the cleric that had moved up to strike at Frankie. Celtir and Wencis wound their way through the remaining undead, taking up positions to strike at the evil cleric. Celtir struck from a distance using his bow, Wencis closed to melee with the hobgoblin. </p><p></p><p>The dark flail struck Frankie once more then disappeared. Both skeletons also struck at Frankie, their claws raking over his flesh. Frankie had had quite enough. He raised his great axe above his head, and fell over backwards, unconscious. </p><p></p><p>Seeing the human skeleton looking in his direction, Bootsy ran around the corner and readied his spell, eager to spring his oil trap. The skeleton followed him closely, cutting the corner and avoiding the oil. “Son if a bitch!” He exclaimed as he cast forth a sheet of flames, igniting the oil behind the skeleton. “Of all the mindless undead out there, I get the one that cuts corners!” The face full of flames seemed to confuse the skeleton and it stopped where it was, as if momentarily disoriented.</p><p></p><p>Celtir, Wencis and the Soul Spark unloaded on the evil cleric with everything they had. Unfortunately luck was not with them. Every shot, every swing seemed to miss. Those that landed were mere scratches. The cleric was wearing them down and the skeletal Minotaur had come around the room in an attempt to defend the evil cleric. </p><p></p><p>Bootsy finished off his skeletal adversary with a crossbow bolt to the skull, the skeleton crashed to the floor in pieces. Reloading, he came around the corner and fired a bolt into the melee but the shot missed all combatants. The Minotaur skeleton tried to move through the space occupied by Wencis and, realizing something was there, slashed at him. The creature was confounded by not being able to see him directly, but was able to land a single blow. Celtir moved back and poured a potion into Frankie in hopes of bringing him around. Though his bleeding slowed, he did not regain consciousness.</p><p></p><p>The combined attacks against the evil cleric were finally starting to show. Blood streamed from numerous wounds and he seemed to be weakening. Bootsy drew a bead on him and caught him in the shoulder with a bolt. With the Hobgoblin distracted by the pain, the Soul Spark was able to strike the cleric with its energy attack. Fortune was starting to turn.</p><p></p><p>Celtir mumbled a prayer to heal more of Frankie’s injuries, finally rousing him. Frankie drank another potion, and then got angry. Really angry. Frothing at the mouth and spitting blood, he ran forward to avenge the injuries he had suffered at the hands of the cleric and his giant undead creature. Venting his rage, his axe sliced deep into the clerics shoulder. The Hobgoblin looked at Frankie in momentary disbelief and then fell to the floor.</p><p></p><p>All eyes turned toward the undead Minotaur. Bootsy and Celtir launched their missiles, the bolt and arrow both glancing off the bones of the creature. Wencis and the Soul Spark struck it as well, both cracking bones with their attacks. The skeleton slashed at the Spark, ripping away at its essence. The bonds that tied it to this plane broken, it slowly dissipated. Frankie turned, his rage still burning, and struck the skeleton a mighty blow with his axe. The bones crashed to the ground, the Minotaur was finally at peace once more.</p><p></p><p>The exhausted companions looked around at each other, barely able to believe the long battle was finally over. Looking at the dead cleric, Bootsy simply said, “Well… Let’s see what he’s got.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">----------</p><p></p><p>Looking at the piece of paper looted from the cleric, Bootsy said, with more then a little sarcasm, “A draft for 500 gold coins from the temple of the Scourge of Battle. Great, if we ever come across one, we’re rich.”</p><p></p><p>Collecting up the rest of the equipment from the dead cleric, Celtir cast one of his few remaining spells to see if there was any magic. “His weapon and the potion.” He was just about to suggest returning to the town when he noticed something else. “The fountain.” Everyone looked from him to the fountain, then back to him once more with a confused look on their faces. “It’s magical.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, it’s lovely,” said Bootsy. “Can we go now?”</p><p></p><p>End of Session 3</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Abciximab, post: 4033366, member: 46017"] [CENTER] [B]Weirds, Lycanthropes and Undead Minions. (Oh my!) Part 2[/B][/CENTER] Unlocking the door and ducking under the halberds, the companions moved on. The open door revealed a hall that seemed to go both east and west a short distance before turning north at each end. Bootsy and Frankie went west while the other two went east. “There’s a ladder going down here,” Bootsy called to the others. “Same here,” Wencis called back. “There are also some statues of human warriors and a Minotaur standing in front of some looted vaults.” Bootsy and Frankie went down on one side while Wencis and Celtir went down the other. Wencis was about to join Celtir in examining the statues when he heard muttering coming from down the hall and around the corner to the west. At the same time Bootsy heard it as well, coming from down the hall and around the corner to the east of where they were. “Spellcasting,” he whispered to Frankie, “Or your mothers a gnome.” “But my mothers a dwarf,” the literal minded Dwarf whispered back. “That’s what I mean, it’s someone casting a spell,” answered Bootsy. Seeing Frankie’s confused look, Bootsy just shook his head and motioned him forward. “There it is again,” whispered Celtir, “More casting.” On both sides, the companions moved slowly down the hall, stopping to listen from time to time. When they reached the end of the hall, Bootsy pulled out one of the bottles from his bandoleer that was loaded with vials. He looked to Frankie with a smile and Frankie knew that Bootsy had one of [I]those[/I] ideas. Bootsy poured the oil on the floor at the end of the corridor. Meanwhile Wencis and Celtir snuck down the short hall at the end of the corridor that joined the eastern passage to the west. A broken door stood to the north, a ladder there descended into darkness. They moved toward an opening in the western part of the wall. Peeking around the corner Celtir saw a room full of animated skeletons. One of them, towering above the rest, was made from the bones of a Minotaur. At the back, behind a fountain carved in the shape of a golden dragon, was a hobgoblin in breastplate armor that had obviously been waiting for someone to come around the corner. The Hobgoblin quickly cast a spell and magical fear filled Celtir’s heart. He turned and ran to the end of the corridor and hid in the corner of the largest vault, cursing all the while. The four human skeletons ran out and swarmed around Wencis and his Souls Spark in the eastern part of the corridor. His armor deflected most of the attacks as they slashed at him with their boney hands. The Spark, however, was slashed multiple times by the skeletons around it. The two of them lashed back at the skeletons, destroying one of them. Bootsy threw another vial of oil into the corner of the corridor for good measure. Frankie finally stepped out, slashing at the large skeleton that was now standing at the entrance to the room, his axe chipping away at the creatures legs. A dog appeared next to him as Bootsy summoned some help. The dog nipped at the feet of the skeletal Minotaur, but was unable to bite the creature. The large skeleton slashed at the dog with his claw-like hands. Almost torn completely apart by the skeletal claws, the dog disappeared back to its home plane. Suddenly, a disembodied flail appeared next to Frankie and struck him on his left side. Bootsy stepped around the corner, a fan of flames leaping from his fingertips, burning at the lower half of the skeleton. The hobgoblin cast another spell, this time Bootsy felt a wave of doom crash over his shoulders, but was able to shrug off the feeling just as quickly. His fingers still smoking, he used just one to gesture back at the hobgoblin. Wencis and his Soul Spark dropped two more of the skeletons. Celtir, finally able to overcome the magical fear that had compelled him to flee, came running out of the vault, eager to make up for lost time. Stopping by Wencis and his Soul Spark he cast a quick spell, touching himself and others quickly, he explained, “The undead can no longer see us, we can move among them so long as you do not make any contact with them. Let us try to deal directly with the one that has created these abominations.” With only Bootsy and Frankie visible to the undead, the last remaining human skeleton started to move back to the other end of the hall. Bootsy moved away from them, being careful not to slip on the oil he had poured all over this area. Both skeletons, big and small, lashed at Frankie, their claws digging deep into his flesh. Anger flashing in his eyes, Frankie slashed at the large skeleton again, chipping away at the bone a little more. Bootsy cast, summoning another dog to appear next to the cleric that had moved up to strike at Frankie. Celtir and Wencis wound their way through the remaining undead, taking up positions to strike at the evil cleric. Celtir struck from a distance using his bow, Wencis closed to melee with the hobgoblin. The dark flail struck Frankie once more then disappeared. Both skeletons also struck at Frankie, their claws raking over his flesh. Frankie had had quite enough. He raised his great axe above his head, and fell over backwards, unconscious. Seeing the human skeleton looking in his direction, Bootsy ran around the corner and readied his spell, eager to spring his oil trap. The skeleton followed him closely, cutting the corner and avoiding the oil. “Son if a bitch!” He exclaimed as he cast forth a sheet of flames, igniting the oil behind the skeleton. “Of all the mindless undead out there, I get the one that cuts corners!” The face full of flames seemed to confuse the skeleton and it stopped where it was, as if momentarily disoriented. Celtir, Wencis and the Soul Spark unloaded on the evil cleric with everything they had. Unfortunately luck was not with them. Every shot, every swing seemed to miss. Those that landed were mere scratches. The cleric was wearing them down and the skeletal Minotaur had come around the room in an attempt to defend the evil cleric. Bootsy finished off his skeletal adversary with a crossbow bolt to the skull, the skeleton crashed to the floor in pieces. Reloading, he came around the corner and fired a bolt into the melee but the shot missed all combatants. The Minotaur skeleton tried to move through the space occupied by Wencis and, realizing something was there, slashed at him. The creature was confounded by not being able to see him directly, but was able to land a single blow. Celtir moved back and poured a potion into Frankie in hopes of bringing him around. Though his bleeding slowed, he did not regain consciousness. The combined attacks against the evil cleric were finally starting to show. Blood streamed from numerous wounds and he seemed to be weakening. Bootsy drew a bead on him and caught him in the shoulder with a bolt. With the Hobgoblin distracted by the pain, the Soul Spark was able to strike the cleric with its energy attack. Fortune was starting to turn. Celtir mumbled a prayer to heal more of Frankie’s injuries, finally rousing him. Frankie drank another potion, and then got angry. Really angry. Frothing at the mouth and spitting blood, he ran forward to avenge the injuries he had suffered at the hands of the cleric and his giant undead creature. Venting his rage, his axe sliced deep into the clerics shoulder. The Hobgoblin looked at Frankie in momentary disbelief and then fell to the floor. All eyes turned toward the undead Minotaur. Bootsy and Celtir launched their missiles, the bolt and arrow both glancing off the bones of the creature. Wencis and the Soul Spark struck it as well, both cracking bones with their attacks. The skeleton slashed at the Spark, ripping away at its essence. The bonds that tied it to this plane broken, it slowly dissipated. Frankie turned, his rage still burning, and struck the skeleton a mighty blow with his axe. The bones crashed to the ground, the Minotaur was finally at peace once more. The exhausted companions looked around at each other, barely able to believe the long battle was finally over. Looking at the dead cleric, Bootsy simply said, “Well… Let’s see what he’s got.” [CENTER]----------[/CENTER] Looking at the piece of paper looted from the cleric, Bootsy said, with more then a little sarcasm, “A draft for 500 gold coins from the temple of the Scourge of Battle. Great, if we ever come across one, we’re rich.” Collecting up the rest of the equipment from the dead cleric, Celtir cast one of his few remaining spells to see if there was any magic. “His weapon and the potion.” He was just about to suggest returning to the town when he noticed something else. “The fountain.” Everyone looked from him to the fountain, then back to him once more with a confused look on their faces. “It’s magical.” “Yes, it’s lovely,” said Bootsy. “Can we go now?” End of Session 3 [/QUOTE]
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