Whine!
Couldn't you anounce it before I made Andor in Southern operatives?
I'd play ranger/scout with undead favored enemy. Or monk/sacred fist?
This sits at my comp in ToDo like forever:
[sblock=I AM ROCO]
Long has been the journey into these dark depths.
To save a forgotten Dwarven Clan that is not my own.
I have a Dwarven body yet it was not always this way. I came from the realm of water- but the river of life led me to the halls of Dumathoin himself and it was there I embraced his teachings and became Dwarf in body and Soul.
I am a Deep Ranger, the caves and tunnels of the Underdark are my wide open plains and the odorous fungal growths of the Deepearth my forests.
Now I am seeking Vampires to... not kill... one cannot kill that which does not live ... but to annihilate.
We had reached an impasse - The mithril and steel gates of Klandenstrum.
A figure in Mithril full plate of the ancient style of clan Durin greets us at the top of the stone stairs with questions and invitations.
Clemnak responds with threats and promises of a swift liberation from the realms of undeath.
I can barley hear them- my rage against vampires burns as hot as my medallion of hated enemy detection.
Its scorch against my skin not only indicates the proximity of the vampire on the stairs but also helps me focus my rage.
The vampire let us in and Clemnak the stone cunning told me why ...
There was a trap at the top of the stairs that would have buried us under tons of rubble if he had not sensed it...
The vampire dwarf was ready for us up on a balcony and fired a mounted crossbow at my pet fairy dragon as we ran through the room below him.
I was too quick for him and jumped in the way hacking the bolt from the air with my twin wolf headed swords.
The team I led here - The penniless monk, the furious Clemnak Fey killer , and the confused Minotaur Red horn, pound through the room, around the corner and up the stairs to the balcony. After ensuring my dragon Maximus is safe I run after them - I hit the bottom of the stairs when I hear the resounding slam of mithril on mithril. Then I stop- my medallions temperature changed slightly- smoke was rising from it and over the sound of battle I heard a spider like chittering noise.
Spinning to look down the corridor we had just run I see it.
It hangs from the ceiling - a horrid creature from the far depths of who knows where, extremely skinny, with a bristles of black fur covering him, a vast smell of death surrounds it. Its face is fanged and spider like...
It moves swiftly and with immense strength.. .a transparent bow in its hands - a glowing blue arrow of energy nocked.
The Minotaur roars and charges it- yet my rage lends me speed and I get there first, twin swords out and blazing - as I run a blue streak passes me by and then its over. The feeble creature desperately trying to turn invisible and escape as my fourth strike in as many seconds takes its filthy head off in a small spray of oily black blood. I vent my rage on its remains hooking out pieces and severing tendons and limbs with blades that glow with silver light. I see a triangular grey medallion from the creatures hairy neck - A purple glowing draconic eye blinks open from its center and stares at me ! Grabbing up one of the creatures weapons- an intense looking dagger with a blade of diamond - I stab the eye repeatedly. It goes out like a candle.
Then I feel the burn of my medallion - They are fighting the vampire on the balcony and I cannot be left out. If I don’t join the battle it will be a disgrace to my life. I yell to Maximus to protect the treasures of the body.
I turn and charge up the stairs in time to see Clemnak on the back foot and with his magnificent armour dented - pushed back and bashed by the undead strength of the pale skinned armored figure . As Clemnak is stumbling back the vampire raises his grey glowing war hammer of cracked crystal and with a head splitting shout slams it into the top of the stairs.
My companions are thrown to the ground as the stairs buckle in a wave and split down the center creating a gigantic crack that threatens to swallow us all. Rocks fall from the ceiling and using the bouncing rocks as skidding stepping stones to aid my rapid assent, I charge the foul creature.
No one under the earth is as good as me at rapidly running across tumbling, uneven stones. Dumathoin himself guides my steps and I fly up to trip over the top step. Quickly turning the trip into a roll I come up parrying the first of the vampires great blows.
Beyond it I see the holy glowing form of the monk kicking and spinning at it- fragments of mithril fly.
The dark warrior is forced to divide his blows between us. His immense skill and decades of training combined with his war scarred mithril shield are more than enough to keep the flurry of my swords at bay, Yet my blows come so fast they sound as one note against his sparking defenses.
Then Im slammed- my mouth fills with blood, my eyes with tears and my heart with rage. The blow would have killed an ogre stone dead but not I.
Gripping the hilt of my sparkling swords I thrust them forward as my enemy knocks the monk flying with a powerful hit.
A perfect strike ! - Cutting through protective links of mithril chain and passing deep into the undead body. The intensity of the strike is too much for it and it changes form into a vaporous mass of green grave smelling mist and starts seeping through the flagstones. I am in the center of it spinning and hacking - my powerful magic swords drawing black blood from its gaseous form.
My friend the monks hands glow with platinum colored ice which he weaves into the mist and as it fades into the floor it takes these holy glowing crystals with it.
We will find it and we will destroy it.
For I am Roco.
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