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<blockquote data-quote="Abciximab" data-source="post: 4423282" data-attributes="member: 46017"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Tower of Worlds</strong></p><p></p><p>“Took you long enough,” Zoldathra sneered as the companions arrived in the library. “Have you succeeded in your task?”</p><p></p><p>Celtir just smiled. “Are we too late?”</p><p></p><p>“No, but the rite is almost complete. You must hurry to enter the Tower of Worlds and interrupt the ritual before it can be completed. You will have no chance at all if you do not interrupt Sulvaugren.”</p><p></p><p>“So we have heard. Show us the way, if you would.”</p><p></p><p>Zoldathra led them down a ramp to the next level down. There stood a single portal. “This will take you where you need to go.”</p><p></p><p>Celtir looked to Zoldathra, “What will we find when we get there?”</p><p></p><p>“I cannot be sure, though you can bet the tower will be guarded. His exact plans for the ritual are a closely guarded secret he has shared with only his elite priests and they are with him in the tower. I only have a general idea of what has taken place by what has gone through the portal, how much time has elapsed and my personal knowledge of the ritual.” With a smile Zoldathra added, “Good luck, you will need it.”</p><p></p><p>Still unsure of what they had gotten themselves into, the companions stepped through the portal. The arch they stepped out of was in the center of a room. From the ceiling, corpses in various stages of decay hung by chains and rusty hooks. Suddenly the light of the arch winked out and a massive shape rose from the darkness.</p><p></p><p>A mass of hairless, blubbery flesh surrounded them on all sides. Countless screaming mouths, rending claws and bloodstained teeth were all they could see. The flurry of activity that followed would have been hard to follow even if it hadn’t occurred in near darkness. All the companions slashed and pounded at the wretched tide of flesh that had engulfed them. Focusing his mind only on his prayers, Celtir was able to call forth a holy storm that burned at the flesh of the swarming creatures. Moro bit at the creatures as Frankie and Tristan slashed at them. Wencis pounded them again and again with his hammer. It was impossible for the companions to escape the grasping claws and rending teeth of the creatures as there were far too many to keep track of and each of the companions were quickly covered in bleeding wounds. </p><p></p><p>Using all the skill they could, as well as a fair amount of magic and brute strength, the companions were finally able to decimate the mob and win through. As Frankie, Tristan and Wencis quickly moved to cut down the last few remnants of the mob, Celtir was already focusing on his healing prayers to close the wounds of all the companions as his summoned storm continued to swirl about the chamber. </p><p></p><p>The companions moved toward the only notable feature in the room besides the darkened portal, a set of descending stairs along the western edge of the room. </p><p></p><p>At the bottom of the stairs they found a room that was brightly lit by the glowing eyes and mouths of stone cobra heads that adorned the walls. The floor of the room was sloped and an enormous serpent was etched into the stones. </p><p></p><p>Two hideous creatures slithered toward them, each with the body of a worm, the head of a snake and long, sinuous arms. They recognized them as the same type of creature Xernon had summoned back in the Barrow of the Forgotten King. Beyond them loomed a scaled figure, its hair a mass of serpents. In the blink of an eye Tristan was turned to stone. Averting their gazes the companions charged into the room at the snakes while Moro, angered by the loss on his master, charged the Medusa, tearing at her flesh pulling at her, causing her to fall prone. Wencis, his eyes closed, used his soul magic to detect the presence of the Medusa and was able to launch his hammer and successfully strike the creature. As the Medusa tried to stand, Moro was quick to savage her once again, ripping out her throat and dropping her to the ground once more, never to rise again. </p><p></p><p>Frankie and Celtir wasted no time and attacked the two serpentine creatures with axe and bow. The worst threat having been eliminated Moro and Wencis turned to assist their friends. The creatures quickly fell to the companion’s onslaught. </p><p></p><p>Once it was over, they turned to where Tristan's unmoving form stood. Moro sniffed at the statue that was his former master, and then with a soft whimper lay at his master’s feet like a massive eight hundred pound puppy. </p><p></p><p>Celtir pulled out a couple of scrolls. “The divine scrolls Bootsy found might be able to break the enchantment that he is under.” He quickly unraveled the first scroll and, when its magic failed to overcome the enchantment, just as quickly unraveled the second. With the second casting, Tristan was finally returned to flesh.</p><p></p><p>Opening an ornate set of double doors on the southern wall the companions found themselves standing before a darkened stair that rose upward and outward. The journey up the stair was unsettling. Interrupted only by a sheet of flame that seared each of the characters, the trip up the stairs seemed to take an inordinate amount of time. After a number of minutes, the exact number could not be agreed upon by the companions, they arrived at another set of double doors. </p><p></p><p>Each of the companions knew the source of the quest they had started in the distant town of Kingsholm, was near at hand.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Abciximab, post: 4423282, member: 46017"] [CENTER][B]Tower of Worlds[/B][/CENTER] “Took you long enough,” Zoldathra sneered as the companions arrived in the library. “Have you succeeded in your task?” Celtir just smiled. “Are we too late?” “No, but the rite is almost complete. You must hurry to enter the Tower of Worlds and interrupt the ritual before it can be completed. You will have no chance at all if you do not interrupt Sulvaugren.” “So we have heard. Show us the way, if you would.” Zoldathra led them down a ramp to the next level down. There stood a single portal. “This will take you where you need to go.” Celtir looked to Zoldathra, “What will we find when we get there?” “I cannot be sure, though you can bet the tower will be guarded. His exact plans for the ritual are a closely guarded secret he has shared with only his elite priests and they are with him in the tower. I only have a general idea of what has taken place by what has gone through the portal, how much time has elapsed and my personal knowledge of the ritual.” With a smile Zoldathra added, “Good luck, you will need it.” Still unsure of what they had gotten themselves into, the companions stepped through the portal. The arch they stepped out of was in the center of a room. From the ceiling, corpses in various stages of decay hung by chains and rusty hooks. Suddenly the light of the arch winked out and a massive shape rose from the darkness. A mass of hairless, blubbery flesh surrounded them on all sides. Countless screaming mouths, rending claws and bloodstained teeth were all they could see. The flurry of activity that followed would have been hard to follow even if it hadn’t occurred in near darkness. All the companions slashed and pounded at the wretched tide of flesh that had engulfed them. Focusing his mind only on his prayers, Celtir was able to call forth a holy storm that burned at the flesh of the swarming creatures. Moro bit at the creatures as Frankie and Tristan slashed at them. Wencis pounded them again and again with his hammer. It was impossible for the companions to escape the grasping claws and rending teeth of the creatures as there were far too many to keep track of and each of the companions were quickly covered in bleeding wounds. Using all the skill they could, as well as a fair amount of magic and brute strength, the companions were finally able to decimate the mob and win through. As Frankie, Tristan and Wencis quickly moved to cut down the last few remnants of the mob, Celtir was already focusing on his healing prayers to close the wounds of all the companions as his summoned storm continued to swirl about the chamber. The companions moved toward the only notable feature in the room besides the darkened portal, a set of descending stairs along the western edge of the room. At the bottom of the stairs they found a room that was brightly lit by the glowing eyes and mouths of stone cobra heads that adorned the walls. The floor of the room was sloped and an enormous serpent was etched into the stones. Two hideous creatures slithered toward them, each with the body of a worm, the head of a snake and long, sinuous arms. They recognized them as the same type of creature Xernon had summoned back in the Barrow of the Forgotten King. Beyond them loomed a scaled figure, its hair a mass of serpents. In the blink of an eye Tristan was turned to stone. Averting their gazes the companions charged into the room at the snakes while Moro, angered by the loss on his master, charged the Medusa, tearing at her flesh pulling at her, causing her to fall prone. Wencis, his eyes closed, used his soul magic to detect the presence of the Medusa and was able to launch his hammer and successfully strike the creature. As the Medusa tried to stand, Moro was quick to savage her once again, ripping out her throat and dropping her to the ground once more, never to rise again. Frankie and Celtir wasted no time and attacked the two serpentine creatures with axe and bow. The worst threat having been eliminated Moro and Wencis turned to assist their friends. The creatures quickly fell to the companion’s onslaught. Once it was over, they turned to where Tristan's unmoving form stood. Moro sniffed at the statue that was his former master, and then with a soft whimper lay at his master’s feet like a massive eight hundred pound puppy. Celtir pulled out a couple of scrolls. “The divine scrolls Bootsy found might be able to break the enchantment that he is under.” He quickly unraveled the first scroll and, when its magic failed to overcome the enchantment, just as quickly unraveled the second. With the second casting, Tristan was finally returned to flesh. Opening an ornate set of double doors on the southern wall the companions found themselves standing before a darkened stair that rose upward and outward. The journey up the stair was unsettling. Interrupted only by a sheet of flame that seared each of the characters, the trip up the stairs seemed to take an inordinate amount of time. After a number of minutes, the exact number could not be agreed upon by the companions, they arrived at another set of double doors. Each of the companions knew the source of the quest they had started in the distant town of Kingsholm, was near at hand. [/QUOTE]
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