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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2817300" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p>Therena insisted on a stop-off in Pesh along the way, hoping to track down the descendants of someone named Jones who had worn a magical artifact called the <em>bracelet of eyes,</em> but the attempt was fruitless. While they were there, however, Therena was becoming more and more worried about the behavior of Lochenvare. </p><p></p><p><em>We won’t accept any new evil companions,</em> she thought, <em>yet Baron Malford allows Lochenvare to travel with us, and he is clearly evil! Obviously, it is possible that Dexter will redeem him- in fact, from what I have been told, he is almost teetering on the border- but his propensity for violence worries me. It seems that, were Malford and Dexter not here to shepherd him, he would turn corrupt in a moment.</em> She pursed her lips. <em>I must watch him closely. If they do not see it, it is because they have been his friends for too long. He could be a danger to them... a </em>grave<em> danger.</em></p><p></p><p>So she kept her eye on the fighter. His violent sense of humor, his mercenary attitude- both of these worried her. And with her liege lord, Malford, now aged by the party’s encounter with the ghost and the groaning spirit, she worried about what effects Lochenvare’s evil might be able to have. Might he not kill the baron in his sleep when he was on watch some night? Was it not possible that he could turn on them at any moment, if he were evil? What if Elcruche and his cronies offered him money to betray the party and turn over Rajah?</p><p></p><p>Grimly, Therena watched. And more and more, her own paranoia, perhaps fueled by the necromantic energies that she wielded as Malford’s court wizard, began to steer her to the place where she feared Lochenvare was going.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p><em><strong>2/15/98 O.L.G., noon, the northwest coast of Valonia</strong></em></p><p></p><p>At last reaching the huge continent of Valonia, the party made landfall, replenished their water and food stores, and set out for the Great Redwood Forest a mile or two inland. It was there that the rumors placed the Fountain of Youth. </p><p></p><p>But the forest was huge. Our heroes had no idea, until they entered it; and once within, they found themselves surrounded by giant trees that seemed to go on forever into the sky. The light beneath their limbs was cool and dappled with amber motes of dust; ferns and the smell of loam were everywhere. Toadstools grew from mounds of soft gentle earth.</p><p></p><p>They moved in, determining to spend a few days or weeks looking for the fountain before proceeding with Dexter’s quest for the stolen book. As they moved along, they were met- via trump- by an abjurer named Proctor Mansack. He was an agent of General Rygarh. He came with a warning for Rajah: “Elcruche and his men are still after you. They aren’t far behind you, either; they followed Therena’s trail on Pesh. They may even know where you are now.”</p><p></p><p>“We need to <em>deal with them</em>,” Rajah growled. “Once and for all!”</p><p></p><p>“I agree,” Lochenvare smirked. “We should kill them and use their bodies to teach a message to the Emperor of Wotan: leave us alone, or else!”</p><p></p><p>Proctor joined them to aid in defending Rajah. The group tromped deeper into the wild forest of ancient trees. Here and there, as they traveled, they began to see occasional signs of elves and hadozee, gliding monkeys that laired high in the redwoods. Soon enough a group of the monkeys launched themselves out of the treetops, gliding on great skin flaps that stretched from their wrists to their ankles and chattering and hooting angrily. Our heroes fought them off.</p><p></p><p>“From what I’ve heard, these monkeys and the elves hate each other,” Drelvin remarked, landing an arrow between the eyes of the last of the hadozee. “I think they may even eat one another.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s gross!” declares Therena.</p><p></p><p><em>Lyr used to do that,</em> Dexter thinks. <em>Or at least, she ate the hearts of her enemies.</em> He shudders. </p><p></p><p>With disturbing equanimity, Lochenvare says, “You do what you have to.” </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p><strong><em>4/17/98 O.L.G., 1 p.m., within the Great Redwood Forest, Valonia</em></strong></p><p></p><p>The fateful attack, made by orcs, came in the middle of the day. Though orcs are normally nighttime creatures, the dappled light that penetrated the thick branches of the redwoods was not enough to inconvenience them, and they came charging out as arrogantly as orcs ever are. There were a dozen of them, two of them hanging back with bows. They were formidable mostly because of their organization and their captain (who was a far better warrior than most orcs, and significantly more skilled than even Lochenvare!).*</p><p></p><p>Therena single-handedly wiped out most of the enemy with a <em>fireball.</em> The other orc swordsmen rushed in, meeting a deadly response from Lochenvare and Proctor, while Drelvin shot one of the archers to death. </p><p></p><p>But though the orcs spent their lives, they wounded Lochenvare fairly badly. When he sprang forth with his peryton-horned trident to engage the orcish captain, the orc drew forth a glowing bastard sword and, after a few fierce minutes of combat, struck him unconscious!</p><p></p><p>The captain laughed and pressed the party. Therena hit him with a <em>vampiric touch,</em> then fled back from his swinging sword. Drelvin fired point blank at him, and the orc screamed as the shaft lanced into his left lung. Bloody froth flew from his mouth. Drelvin fired again, and this time the arrow shot into his mouth and out the back of his neck. The orc staggered back a few paces like a drunken fool, and then collapsed into a spurting pile of bloody orc-flesh. </p><p></p><p>The last few orcish archers shouted back and forth in anger and despair and kept firing arrows at the party. Proctor Mansack’s magical defenses helped fend off any real damage, but the barrage of missiles certainly kept our heroes focused on them.</p><p></p><p>Or most of our heroes, anyway. Therena used the confusion of the battle to pawn her <em>wand of magic missiles.</em> The time had come, she felt, to take decisive action. She rushed up to Lochenvare’s unconscious form and reached up to his throat, as if checking for a pulse.</p><p></p><p>She fired a <em>magic missile</em> into the underside of the unconscious Lochenvare’s neck.</p><p></p><p>“He’s dead!” she cried. “They killed Lochenvare!”</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Will the party realize Therena’s duplicity? What will she do next? What will <em>they</em> do next? Stay tuned for more!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 2817300, member: 1210"] Therena insisted on a stop-off in Pesh along the way, hoping to track down the descendants of someone named Jones who had worn a magical artifact called the [i]bracelet of eyes,[/i] but the attempt was fruitless. While they were there, however, Therena was becoming more and more worried about the behavior of Lochenvare. [i]We won’t accept any new evil companions,[/i] she thought, [i]yet Baron Malford allows Lochenvare to travel with us, and he is clearly evil! Obviously, it is possible that Dexter will redeem him- in fact, from what I have been told, he is almost teetering on the border- but his propensity for violence worries me. It seems that, were Malford and Dexter not here to shepherd him, he would turn corrupt in a moment.[/i] She pursed her lips. [i]I must watch him closely. If they do not see it, it is because they have been his friends for too long. He could be a danger to them... a [/i]grave[i] danger.[/i] So she kept her eye on the fighter. His violent sense of humor, his mercenary attitude- both of these worried her. And with her liege lord, Malford, now aged by the party’s encounter with the ghost and the groaning spirit, she worried about what effects Lochenvare’s evil might be able to have. Might he not kill the baron in his sleep when he was on watch some night? Was it not possible that he could turn on them at any moment, if he were evil? What if Elcruche and his cronies offered him money to betray the party and turn over Rajah? Grimly, Therena watched. And more and more, her own paranoia, perhaps fueled by the necromantic energies that she wielded as Malford’s court wizard, began to steer her to the place where she feared Lochenvare was going. *** [i][b]2/15/98 O.L.G., noon, the northwest coast of Valonia[/b][/i][b][/b] At last reaching the huge continent of Valonia, the party made landfall, replenished their water and food stores, and set out for the Great Redwood Forest a mile or two inland. It was there that the rumors placed the Fountain of Youth. But the forest was huge. Our heroes had no idea, until they entered it; and once within, they found themselves surrounded by giant trees that seemed to go on forever into the sky. The light beneath their limbs was cool and dappled with amber motes of dust; ferns and the smell of loam were everywhere. Toadstools grew from mounds of soft gentle earth. They moved in, determining to spend a few days or weeks looking for the fountain before proceeding with Dexter’s quest for the stolen book. As they moved along, they were met- via trump- by an abjurer named Proctor Mansack. He was an agent of General Rygarh. He came with a warning for Rajah: “Elcruche and his men are still after you. They aren’t far behind you, either; they followed Therena’s trail on Pesh. They may even know where you are now.” “We need to [i]deal with them[/i],” Rajah growled. “Once and for all!” “I agree,” Lochenvare smirked. “We should kill them and use their bodies to teach a message to the Emperor of Wotan: leave us alone, or else!” Proctor joined them to aid in defending Rajah. The group tromped deeper into the wild forest of ancient trees. Here and there, as they traveled, they began to see occasional signs of elves and hadozee, gliding monkeys that laired high in the redwoods. Soon enough a group of the monkeys launched themselves out of the treetops, gliding on great skin flaps that stretched from their wrists to their ankles and chattering and hooting angrily. Our heroes fought them off. “From what I’ve heard, these monkeys and the elves hate each other,” Drelvin remarked, landing an arrow between the eyes of the last of the hadozee. “I think they may even eat one another.” “That’s gross!” declares Therena. [i]Lyr used to do that,[/i] Dexter thinks. [i]Or at least, she ate the hearts of her enemies.[/i] He shudders. With disturbing equanimity, Lochenvare says, “You do what you have to.” *** [b][i]4/17/98 O.L.G., 1 p.m., within the Great Redwood Forest, Valonia[/i][/b] The fateful attack, made by orcs, came in the middle of the day. Though orcs are normally nighttime creatures, the dappled light that penetrated the thick branches of the redwoods was not enough to inconvenience them, and they came charging out as arrogantly as orcs ever are. There were a dozen of them, two of them hanging back with bows. They were formidable mostly because of their organization and their captain (who was a far better warrior than most orcs, and significantly more skilled than even Lochenvare!).* Therena single-handedly wiped out most of the enemy with a [i]fireball.[/i] The other orc swordsmen rushed in, meeting a deadly response from Lochenvare and Proctor, while Drelvin shot one of the archers to death. But though the orcs spent their lives, they wounded Lochenvare fairly badly. When he sprang forth with his peryton-horned trident to engage the orcish captain, the orc drew forth a glowing bastard sword and, after a few fierce minutes of combat, struck him unconscious! The captain laughed and pressed the party. Therena hit him with a [i]vampiric touch,[/i] then fled back from his swinging sword. Drelvin fired point blank at him, and the orc screamed as the shaft lanced into his left lung. Bloody froth flew from his mouth. Drelvin fired again, and this time the arrow shot into his mouth and out the back of his neck. The orc staggered back a few paces like a drunken fool, and then collapsed into a spurting pile of bloody orc-flesh. The last few orcish archers shouted back and forth in anger and despair and kept firing arrows at the party. Proctor Mansack’s magical defenses helped fend off any real damage, but the barrage of missiles certainly kept our heroes focused on them. Or most of our heroes, anyway. Therena used the confusion of the battle to pawn her [i]wand of magic missiles.[/i] The time had come, she felt, to take decisive action. She rushed up to Lochenvare’s unconscious form and reached up to his throat, as if checking for a pulse. She fired a [i]magic missile[/i] into the underside of the unconscious Lochenvare’s neck. “He’s dead!” she cried. “They killed Lochenvare!” [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Will the party realize Therena’s duplicity? What will she do next? What will [i]they[/i] do next? Stay tuned for more!! [/QUOTE]
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