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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1889597" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Farenth's Trap Closes</strong></p><p></p><p><em><strong>4/18/97 O.L.G., 10 a.m., the harbor of Port Lofrax, Forinthia</strong></em></p><p></p><p><em>What have I gotten myself into?</em> groaned Akakathan to himself. </p><p></p><p>He stood on the prow of the <em>Twikwakikikak</em> in the stinging spray, his heart heavy. He could simply leave... but these people were his <em>friends.</em> And they were counting on his help. Behind him, he heard Vosh say, “So this is Forinthia?” The centaur’s voice was tinged with sorrow- since the foul ritual that had turned him undead, he had not recovered his good cheer.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” came the voice of Chanticleer, full of spite and malice. “And Dexter is here somewhere.”</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The city was crawling with Farenth’s agents. He was certainly well-informed of local events, and the arrival of the villains was reported to him right away. No sign of Lyr, as yet, but there were others he knew... oh yes. On his knees behind a dark altar, he grinned as he made his prayers to Bleak. Everything was coming together. His spider web was quivering as the flies landed.</p><p></p><p>When Durgin announced that Malford had arrived with nine allies, Farenth frowned slightly. That was a lot of opposition; he could only hope the pirates would be as wise. </p><p></p><p>Then he spoke to the doppelganger and they made their final plans. Even if Dexter thought he won, Farenth would ensure that he would lose. </p><p></p><p>And then, of course, one more thing to take care of- Farenth spent the majority of his savings having a <em>teleport</em> spell put into his <em>ring of spell storing.</em> Now all was ready.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Noon, the Blue Moon tavern, Port Lofrax</strong></em></p><p></p><p>“We’ve got to find them,” Dexter said urgently.</p><p></p><p>“It’s a trap, you know,” Lochenvare grunted. </p><p></p><p>“It doesn’t matter. We’ve got to save Sheila!”</p><p></p><p>“Wasn’t she involved in your torture?”</p><p></p><p>“No, she was my Confessor. And it doesn’t matter. We just need to stop Farenth and rescue her!”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever.” The burly fighter shrugged and took a pull on his beer. “So how do we find them?”</p><p></p><p>“He lured us here,” Malford explained. “<em>He</em> will find <em>us.</em>”</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>How right Malford was. Once Farenth’s preparations were made, his people in place, the doppelganger in the form it needed to be, he sent off one of his particularly amusing lackeys to get things started.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p><em><strong>1:30 p.m.</strong></em></p><p></p><p>Seth, garbed in outrageously pink studded leather armor, moved through the streets of Port Lofrax, keeping his eyes peeled for a centaur with green hair. That would be the one that would stand out the most. He asked street vendors near the docks, passing out a few coppers, until he had followed the pirates’ meandering trail to an inn of rough reputation. There he sauntered up to their table and softly, in a simpering voice, murmured, “Farenth sends his regards.”</p><p></p><p>Chaticleer’s head snapped up. “Where is he?” she asked, her voice dangerous.</p><p></p><p>“Is it him you seek- or Dexter?”</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, almost simultaneously, a group of three of Farenth’s agents ambushed Dexter’s group as they were on their way to Port Lofrax’s cathedral to Galador. Dexter hoped they might be able to help track down the missing Confessor. </p><p></p><p>The attack was sudden and brutal. It was led by Amar, one of Farenth’s lieutenants, but all three of the agents were sacrifices. Farenth knew they had no real chance against the heroes; the idea was to lead them into his lair.</p><p></p><p>When the last of the three was defeated, the party interrogated the only survivor. And he played his role perfectly- quivering in fear of his life, he told them where to find Farenth. They moved immediately towards the address he had given- towards Farenth’s trap.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>“We need to think about this,” Delilah repeated. “If we’re going to attack them, we need to make sure they won’t just slaughter us. Can we take them in a fair fight? Maybe- we don’t know what they can do- but we shouldn’t even try. Forget a fair fight! Let’s be <em>sure</em> we’ll get them!” </p><p></p><p>“He’s in that house right now,” Seth promised. </p><p></p><p>“We don’t want to just charge in at them,” Delilah insisted. “We need to lay a trap and lure them out into it.”</p><p></p><p>“What do you mean?” Chanti’s eyes were lidded; she was drugged with the feeling of vengeance, about to be delivered. Vengeance for Galiger- vengeance for Bleak. </p><p></p><p>“I’ve got an idea,” she explained. “First of all, we <em>all</em> use that <em>dust of disappearance</em>- if we lose the fight, we don’t want Dexter and his team to get it, so however much we use up is a good thing. Then we all wait in a <em>rope trick</em> and ready oil and acid and missiles. When they come into range, Chanti sneaks out of the hole and prepares to engage Dexter and the rest of us drop fire on them, creating a distraction.”</p><p></p><p>“Damn,” swears Urdor Darkwind, “you’re <em>clever.</em>”</p><p></p><p>“Delicious, darling,” she said sweetly.</p><p></p><p>They began passing around the dust.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Here we go, folks! You’ve seen the lead-up- here comes the confrontation!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1889597, member: 1210"] [b]Farenth's Trap Closes[/b] [i][b]4/18/97 O.L.G., 10 a.m., the harbor of Port Lofrax, Forinthia[/b][/i][b][/b] [i]What have I gotten myself into?[/i] groaned Akakathan to himself. He stood on the prow of the [i]Twikwakikikak[/i] in the stinging spray, his heart heavy. He could simply leave... but these people were his [i]friends.[/i] And they were counting on his help. Behind him, he heard Vosh say, “So this is Forinthia?” The centaur’s voice was tinged with sorrow- since the foul ritual that had turned him undead, he had not recovered his good cheer. “Yes,” came the voice of Chanticleer, full of spite and malice. “And Dexter is here somewhere.” *** The city was crawling with Farenth’s agents. He was certainly well-informed of local events, and the arrival of the villains was reported to him right away. No sign of Lyr, as yet, but there were others he knew... oh yes. On his knees behind a dark altar, he grinned as he made his prayers to Bleak. Everything was coming together. His spider web was quivering as the flies landed. When Durgin announced that Malford had arrived with nine allies, Farenth frowned slightly. That was a lot of opposition; he could only hope the pirates would be as wise. Then he spoke to the doppelganger and they made their final plans. Even if Dexter thought he won, Farenth would ensure that he would lose. And then, of course, one more thing to take care of- Farenth spent the majority of his savings having a [i]teleport[/i] spell put into his [i]ring of spell storing.[/i] Now all was ready. *** [i][b]Noon, the Blue Moon tavern, Port Lofrax[/b][/i][b][/b] “We’ve got to find them,” Dexter said urgently. “It’s a trap, you know,” Lochenvare grunted. “It doesn’t matter. We’ve got to save Sheila!” “Wasn’t she involved in your torture?” “No, she was my Confessor. And it doesn’t matter. We just need to stop Farenth and rescue her!” “Whatever.” The burly fighter shrugged and took a pull on his beer. “So how do we find them?” “He lured us here,” Malford explained. “[i]He[/i] will find [i]us.[/i]” *** How right Malford was. Once Farenth’s preparations were made, his people in place, the doppelganger in the form it needed to be, he sent off one of his particularly amusing lackeys to get things started. *** [i][b]1:30 p.m.[/b][/i][b][/b] Seth, garbed in outrageously pink studded leather armor, moved through the streets of Port Lofrax, keeping his eyes peeled for a centaur with green hair. That would be the one that would stand out the most. He asked street vendors near the docks, passing out a few coppers, until he had followed the pirates’ meandering trail to an inn of rough reputation. There he sauntered up to their table and softly, in a simpering voice, murmured, “Farenth sends his regards.” Chaticleer’s head snapped up. “Where is he?” she asked, her voice dangerous. “Is it him you seek- or Dexter?” *** Meanwhile, almost simultaneously, a group of three of Farenth’s agents ambushed Dexter’s group as they were on their way to Port Lofrax’s cathedral to Galador. Dexter hoped they might be able to help track down the missing Confessor. The attack was sudden and brutal. It was led by Amar, one of Farenth’s lieutenants, but all three of the agents were sacrifices. Farenth knew they had no real chance against the heroes; the idea was to lead them into his lair. When the last of the three was defeated, the party interrogated the only survivor. And he played his role perfectly- quivering in fear of his life, he told them where to find Farenth. They moved immediately towards the address he had given- towards Farenth’s trap. *** “We need to think about this,” Delilah repeated. “If we’re going to attack them, we need to make sure they won’t just slaughter us. Can we take them in a fair fight? Maybe- we don’t know what they can do- but we shouldn’t even try. Forget a fair fight! Let’s be [i]sure[/i] we’ll get them!” “He’s in that house right now,” Seth promised. “We don’t want to just charge in at them,” Delilah insisted. “We need to lay a trap and lure them out into it.” “What do you mean?” Chanti’s eyes were lidded; she was drugged with the feeling of vengeance, about to be delivered. Vengeance for Galiger- vengeance for Bleak. “I’ve got an idea,” she explained. “First of all, we [i]all[/i] use that [i]dust of disappearance[/i]- if we lose the fight, we don’t want Dexter and his team to get it, so however much we use up is a good thing. Then we all wait in a [i]rope trick[/i] and ready oil and acid and missiles. When they come into range, Chanti sneaks out of the hole and prepares to engage Dexter and the rest of us drop fire on them, creating a distraction.” “Damn,” swears Urdor Darkwind, “you’re [i]clever.[/i]” “Delicious, darling,” she said sweetly. They began passing around the dust. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Here we go, folks! You’ve seen the lead-up- here comes the confrontation! [/QUOTE]
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