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<blockquote data-quote="Lwaxy" data-source="post: 5890187" data-attributes="member: 53286"><p>Amaran stood in a pool of blood, looking exhausted. The others didn't really wonder about that, considering the length of the fight with the drow just a while ago and now this. </p><p></p><p>It had taken him almost another quarter of an hour to dispatch the anti-paladin who had commanded the drow. It had been a personal matter, as he had fought that drow before and lost both times, barely escaping with his life. Mook had been wise enough not to do anything to help. He had needed the victory. </p><p></p><p>But they should have rested after that, if just for a bit. The elf had been tired already when they had come to two abandoned watchtowers which once had been used to keep track of activities in the hinterlands of the city. The dead drow in the middle of the road had been their only warning before an already injured and very mad chimera had come down on them, knocking out Zayel in the first fly by. It was a misplaced beast to live here, no doubt it had been on its way to the mountains. Well, now it was on the way to the afterlife. </p><p></p><p>The gnome had vanished into the tower ruins to check for any possible treasure. A chimera would not likely be without, even just passing through. The elf did not care though. He watched the human girl reviving Zayel with snow. The wizard was sporting a large bump on his head and looked dazed. "Can you walk?" he asked anxiously. He needed the miracle boy's arcane abilities. </p><p></p><p>"Uh, what?" Zayel's disorientation did not vanish. "Where am I? What is going on?"</p><p></p><p>Mook came out of the last tower to check over and put her hands on her hips. "So you mess up dodging a chimera's tail and now you're mess up remembering any." Then she grinned. "I'll fix y-you up but t-try to avoid a-apendages of large m-monsters now, please." In truth, the gnome was a bit shaken by the encounter, not only because she had never seen a chimera before but because she had not foreseen it happening. In the weeks since they had left the golden city, since she had changed, she had been able to foresee almost anything, if sometimes just seconds before. </p><p></p><p>Zayel grimaced as she tended to him. The human girl – Amaran kept forgetting her name – frowned while staring up the path slowly going uphill. "How much further?"</p><p></p><p>The elf checked the map they had found. "Not much, around that little landslide and around a bend." Not that he was going to admit it, but he was so exhausted and all out of spells that he would probably be useless in another fight. </p><p></p><p>To prove he was fine, Zayel was the first to move ahead. With a slight shake of his head, the elf paladin passed him and too front again. "You remember your spells," he smiled at the young man. </p><p></p><p>It was indeed not much further. They came around the bend where the path moved down into a small dent in the hill. 2 drow and an ogre were sitting in front of walls with double doors build inside the hillside. The drow seemed to talk among each other while the ogre played marble with some rubble, seeming bored. </p><p></p><p>Without thinking, Mook mumbled a spell. A moment later, the lower area filled with a white mist smelling slightly of vanilla and the drow and the ogre vanished in it. "The ogre is j-just a slave," Mook whispered. "M-maybe we don't n-need to hurt him."</p><p></p><p>The elf nodded and went forward, vanishing into the mist. "He shouldn't go, he's exhausted, everyone can see that," Tiva mumbled, breathing heavily from the exhaustion of all the walking.</p><p></p><p>"None of us here can fight," Zayel said. "Hey, where did Mook go?" The oracle, too, had vanished into the obscuring mist with her personal vanilla touch. Zayel wondered what with up with the scent and made a mental note to ask her later. "You don't think she wants to talk to the ogre now, do you? He'd tear her apart before she could stutter out anything!" </p><p></p><p>"Nah, he won't," Tiva replied between gasps for air.</p><p></p><p>"And what makes you so sure?"</p><p></p><p>Pointing into the mist, the summoner grinned. A dead drow came flying out, landing with a oud thud. "Seems they like to fly when they are dead." </p><p>"Yeah, looks like she's got him free and on our side." Zayel sighed, feeling useless again. "Why was it again that Amaran wanted me to go along with him so badly? Mook alone would have done fine."</p><p></p><p>When the mist cleared, the ogre was just leaving after giving Mook a careful hug. "You, friend," he announced. "Need help some, call for Agrim of Green Hill tribe. Agrim help." With that, the large humanoid man walked out of what they now could see was the base for a larger camp. </p><p></p><p>"Seems they want to settle here, huh?" Tiva asked. </p><p></p><p>"Could be, no one usually comes up here but those mute god priests," Amaran nodded. "Now, let's see what's inside here." Without any further delay, he pushed the double doors open. </p><p></p><p>The solid outside doors silently opened to reveal a large, high-ceilinged room. The opposite wall held two enormous iron doors that appeared to be locked with a simple, enormous iron latch. On those doors was carved a human face, its expression one of silent repose, with a single finger poised over the lips. </p><p></p><p>In the northeast and southwest corner of the room were fifteen-foot-square recessed pits from which jutted large black obelisks, faintly glowing blue and casting the rest of the room in a haze of murky light. Seemed to be a weird creature, the upper half that of a drow, the lower part all spider. </p><p></p><p>"That," Amaran explained as the thing turned and screamed at them in an unknown language, "is a drider." </p><p></p><p>Tiva let out a small scream as the drider moved his lips to a spell and suddenly turned tom leave the room. Zayel called after her but it was no use. That was when he saw something bird-like from the corner of his eye and turned back to the antechamber. "A vrock?" he said in disbelief. He had always considered the talks about bird-like demons to be rather stupid. But now he could see it was all true. </p><p></p><p>Before Mook could take all the casting spotlight again, Zayel spread his arms and turned, spreading a thin line of powdered silver around himself and Mook while saying the magic words to erect a protective circle around them. He would still be able to cast inside here, but unless the demon or the drider were very powerful – and he dared to say they weren't – the two of them would be safe. </p><p></p><p>Amaran stumbled backwards, stuck in strands of silk, the results of a web spell. "Oh just g-great," Mook growled. "What now?"</p><p></p><p>Zayel pointed a finger and hissed two words. A spark flew towards the web and set it aflame. With a hissing glow and an awful smell, the silk burned off the paladin while doing little to no damage. </p><p></p><p>The drider hissed again, and the vrock advanced on the paladin. "He's too w-weak," the gnome knew. "and I won't be able to get him to attack the drow." </p><p></p><p>"Drider," Zayel corrected automatically. "He is half spider, can't you do your spider control stuff on him?" </p><p></p><p>As the paladin got up to meet the demon in battle, Mook shook her head. "That's l-like c-controlling an elf with a m-monkey related spell." </p><p></p><p>Zayel brought orth another spell, letting the vrock trip over nothing, which caused the elf to land a lucky hit. "Come on think! Do I know any spells to do more?"</p><p></p><p>Once more, Mook looked at him strangely. She would never understand how her friend could turn so many spells into spontaneous castings like a sorcerer did, and yet forget many of them a lot of the time. "You should w-write a-all the spells you can d-do like that d-down, you know," the gnome growled. "That freezing thing, m-maybe? Did you b-bring any of those magic items w-with you?" </p><p></p><p>When Zayel's face fell, Mook first took that as a no until she saw the wizard reaching into his backpack. He produced two wands. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Those would have so helped us down there, no? I'm so scatterbrained." </p><p></p><p>"But that's w-why we all l-love you," Mook grinned. Better late then never.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lwaxy, post: 5890187, member: 53286"] Amaran stood in a pool of blood, looking exhausted. The others didn't really wonder about that, considering the length of the fight with the drow just a while ago and now this. It had taken him almost another quarter of an hour to dispatch the anti-paladin who had commanded the drow. It had been a personal matter, as he had fought that drow before and lost both times, barely escaping with his life. Mook had been wise enough not to do anything to help. He had needed the victory. But they should have rested after that, if just for a bit. The elf had been tired already when they had come to two abandoned watchtowers which once had been used to keep track of activities in the hinterlands of the city. The dead drow in the middle of the road had been their only warning before an already injured and very mad chimera had come down on them, knocking out Zayel in the first fly by. It was a misplaced beast to live here, no doubt it had been on its way to the mountains. Well, now it was on the way to the afterlife. The gnome had vanished into the tower ruins to check for any possible treasure. A chimera would not likely be without, even just passing through. The elf did not care though. He watched the human girl reviving Zayel with snow. The wizard was sporting a large bump on his head and looked dazed. "Can you walk?" he asked anxiously. He needed the miracle boy's arcane abilities. "Uh, what?" Zayel's disorientation did not vanish. "Where am I? What is going on?" Mook came out of the last tower to check over and put her hands on her hips. "So you mess up dodging a chimera's tail and now you're mess up remembering any." Then she grinned. "I'll fix y-you up but t-try to avoid a-apendages of large m-monsters now, please." In truth, the gnome was a bit shaken by the encounter, not only because she had never seen a chimera before but because she had not foreseen it happening. In the weeks since they had left the golden city, since she had changed, she had been able to foresee almost anything, if sometimes just seconds before. Zayel grimaced as she tended to him. The human girl – Amaran kept forgetting her name – frowned while staring up the path slowly going uphill. "How much further?" The elf checked the map they had found. "Not much, around that little landslide and around a bend." Not that he was going to admit it, but he was so exhausted and all out of spells that he would probably be useless in another fight. To prove he was fine, Zayel was the first to move ahead. With a slight shake of his head, the elf paladin passed him and too front again. "You remember your spells," he smiled at the young man. It was indeed not much further. They came around the bend where the path moved down into a small dent in the hill. 2 drow and an ogre were sitting in front of walls with double doors build inside the hillside. The drow seemed to talk among each other while the ogre played marble with some rubble, seeming bored. Without thinking, Mook mumbled a spell. A moment later, the lower area filled with a white mist smelling slightly of vanilla and the drow and the ogre vanished in it. "The ogre is j-just a slave," Mook whispered. "M-maybe we don't n-need to hurt him." The elf nodded and went forward, vanishing into the mist. "He shouldn't go, he's exhausted, everyone can see that," Tiva mumbled, breathing heavily from the exhaustion of all the walking. "None of us here can fight," Zayel said. "Hey, where did Mook go?" The oracle, too, had vanished into the obscuring mist with her personal vanilla touch. Zayel wondered what with up with the scent and made a mental note to ask her later. "You don't think she wants to talk to the ogre now, do you? He'd tear her apart before she could stutter out anything!" "Nah, he won't," Tiva replied between gasps for air. "And what makes you so sure?" Pointing into the mist, the summoner grinned. A dead drow came flying out, landing with a oud thud. "Seems they like to fly when they are dead." "Yeah, looks like she's got him free and on our side." Zayel sighed, feeling useless again. "Why was it again that Amaran wanted me to go along with him so badly? Mook alone would have done fine." When the mist cleared, the ogre was just leaving after giving Mook a careful hug. "You, friend," he announced. "Need help some, call for Agrim of Green Hill tribe. Agrim help." With that, the large humanoid man walked out of what they now could see was the base for a larger camp. "Seems they want to settle here, huh?" Tiva asked. "Could be, no one usually comes up here but those mute god priests," Amaran nodded. "Now, let's see what's inside here." Without any further delay, he pushed the double doors open. The solid outside doors silently opened to reveal a large, high-ceilinged room. The opposite wall held two enormous iron doors that appeared to be locked with a simple, enormous iron latch. On those doors was carved a human face, its expression one of silent repose, with a single finger poised over the lips. In the northeast and southwest corner of the room were fifteen-foot-square recessed pits from which jutted large black obelisks, faintly glowing blue and casting the rest of the room in a haze of murky light. Seemed to be a weird creature, the upper half that of a drow, the lower part all spider. "That," Amaran explained as the thing turned and screamed at them in an unknown language, "is a drider." Tiva let out a small scream as the drider moved his lips to a spell and suddenly turned tom leave the room. Zayel called after her but it was no use. That was when he saw something bird-like from the corner of his eye and turned back to the antechamber. "A vrock?" he said in disbelief. He had always considered the talks about bird-like demons to be rather stupid. But now he could see it was all true. Before Mook could take all the casting spotlight again, Zayel spread his arms and turned, spreading a thin line of powdered silver around himself and Mook while saying the magic words to erect a protective circle around them. He would still be able to cast inside here, but unless the demon or the drider were very powerful – and he dared to say they weren't – the two of them would be safe. Amaran stumbled backwards, stuck in strands of silk, the results of a web spell. "Oh just g-great," Mook growled. "What now?" Zayel pointed a finger and hissed two words. A spark flew towards the web and set it aflame. With a hissing glow and an awful smell, the silk burned off the paladin while doing little to no damage. The drider hissed again, and the vrock advanced on the paladin. "He's too w-weak," the gnome knew. "and I won't be able to get him to attack the drow." "Drider," Zayel corrected automatically. "He is half spider, can't you do your spider control stuff on him?" As the paladin got up to meet the demon in battle, Mook shook her head. "That's l-like c-controlling an elf with a m-monkey related spell." Zayel brought orth another spell, letting the vrock trip over nothing, which caused the elf to land a lucky hit. "Come on think! Do I know any spells to do more?" Once more, Mook looked at him strangely. She would never understand how her friend could turn so many spells into spontaneous castings like a sorcerer did, and yet forget many of them a lot of the time. "You should w-write a-all the spells you can d-do like that d-down, you know," the gnome growled. "That freezing thing, m-maybe? Did you b-bring any of those magic items w-with you?" When Zayel's face fell, Mook first took that as a no until she saw the wizard reaching into his backpack. He produced two wands. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "Those would have so helped us down there, no? I'm so scatterbrained." "But that's w-why we all l-love you," Mook grinned. Better late then never. [/QUOTE]
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