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<blockquote data-quote="ltclnlbrain" data-source="post: 2793202" data-attributes="member: 12882"><p><strong>Chapter 11</strong> </p><p></p><p>Working with their glaives, Carpal and Keira were able to scrape the mold over to the western edge of the hall while staying far enough way to avoid having the heat leeched out of their body. After several minutes of cautious work, enough of it had been cleared to form a safe path into the northern room.</p><p></p><p>The ceiling of this large chamber glowed with what looked like natural sunlight, illuminating a series of worktables, vises, spinning wheels, and blocks of unfinished marble that identified the room as a sculptor's workshop. A huge unfinished statue of an imposing bare-chested warrior wielding a staff-like wooden rod in its left hand dominated the north wall. The hairless figure looked similar to the bas-relief on the sarcophagus upstairs, but it was clearly meant to be a different person. </p><p></p><p>A short red metal pedestal against the south wall displayed what appeared to be a jet-black stone egg the size of a small boulder. A gold glyph--an equilateral triangle with short hash marks through each leg--marked the face of the egg. </p><p></p><p>Upon seeing this strange egg, Sardonic's eyes lit up. The mage began to jump up and down with excitement. "The egg! I need to see that egg!"</p><p></p><p>"Why?" Carpal asked as he moved alongside the excited mage. Sardonic, while genuinely helpful thus far, was still a wild card, and this level of enthusiasm was odd. </p><p></p><p>"Yes, why?" Davi asked, echoing Carpal in both words and tone. She placed herself in front of Sardonic, so as to be the first to enter the room once Ezreal signalled that it was clear. "What is it, Sardonic?" </p><p></p><p>Sardonic looked at Carpal like the paladin was crazy. "Law and chaos." He waited for it to sink in. "Law and chaos." His hand moved in rapid gestures. It looked like he was using his hands to help gather his thoughts, or maybe just get them out. Finally, the excited mage blurted out, "An ancient war between Law and Chaos. This must have been a... base...of operations...I think. Get me the egg; I need to look at it." </p><p></p><p>Ezreal turned to the others, having finished searching the entrance to the room. "Looks clear."</p><p></p><p>Sardonic rushed to the egg as soon as Ezreal gave the okay signal. He began to look for any way to open it. He pointed to the golden symbol as he did so. "This is the symbol of Ogrémoch, an elemental prince. Not a very nice guy. He was on the Chaos side during the primordial war between Law and Chaos."</p><p></p><p>"Should you be playing with that, then?" Carpal asked.</p><p></p><p>"We came here to get rich. If we're not going to touch or take anything, we might as well go home." The mage didn't look up. "I'm sure it could be worth quite alot to someone." Before anybody could protest further, he delicately touched the stone egg with his index finger.</p><p></p><p>As Sardonic touched the stone egg, it began to rumble and shake as it unfolded. Two featureless legs of rock emerged from its base, and clublike arms of jagged stone sprouted from a rocky torso as it rose to a height of four feet. A featureless head stared at the wizard, then the creature let out a roar that sounded like the rumbling of an earthquake. "Jrrgle starx rrrakorx!" it rumbled. </p><p></p><p>Sardonic nearly leaped out of his skin as the elemental rumbled to life. He opened his mouth to reply to the thing. "Um...run!" he shouted, stumbling away from the angry creature. Roaring in rage, the rocky monster stomped after him.</p><p></p><p>Davi sighed in annoyance as the mage rushed by her, chased by the very item he sought so eagerly. "You are an idiot, Sardonic, though in a way that I cannot classify," she dryly informed him as he dashed past, scared white. </p><p></p><p>"No, an idiot would stand there and get beat on!" the mage retorted. </p><p></p><p>"It must be a woman to react so to Sardonic's touch," Carpal laughed.</p><p></p><p>Ju'lindra and Carpal moved in on the creature to distract it from its quarry. The half-elf tumbled into melee range, but her focus momentarily slipped and her tonfa slid from her belt as she went. Cursing, she stooped to retrieve the weapon. Meanwhile, Carpal slashed at the elemental with his glaive, the blade skipping off its rocky form. The paladin did succeed at drawing its attention, though. The creature strode forward and delivered a powerful punch to his chest. The attack left a nasty bruise, but the paladin's armor kept him safe from any real harm.</p><p></p><p>Realizing her failure in the previous battle, Keira fueled herself on the anger and resentment she felt towards herself, and with a raging and anger-filled strike smashed at the egg-creature, just after trying to move into a more favorable flanking position. The glaive cut through the air, force enough so that the air almost visibly parted, but it missed its mark as the elemental shifted. "Surround it, keep it threatened, keep it in close quarters," she commanded, hoping that the sheer number of forces arrayed against this creature would give them victory. The barbarian tossed aside the weapon and unslung her greataxe from her back.</p><p></p><p>Davi said quick but fervant prayer to Wee Jas for protection, a prayer requesting a manifestation of her lady's awesome, intimidating presence. Though there was no outward sign to show the spell was effective, the elemental's movements seemed a bit more hesitant and halting, as if it was shaken.</p><p></p><p>Ezreal slid his dagger out of his sheath, watching the fight. He looked at the tiny blade and frowned. He couldn't help but wonder what in the hell it was going to do against something made of rock. <em>Dull or break my blade, that's what,</em> he thought to himself. He cast about the chamber for a weapon, then his eyes alighted on the wooden staff in the statue's hands. He slid it out of the stony grasp, finding the weapon to be quite well-balanced. <em>This seems a bit more appropriate.</em></p><p></p><p>Ju'lindra lashed out with her tonfa, the weapon skipping across the elemental's rocky body. "Pyrius, how about some help?" she asked the cleric. The priest fumbled with his light mace as he moved beside the monk. He swung the weapon, but it seemed to do little to faze the rocky monster.</p><p></p><p>Carpal backed up and swung his glaive again. The blade sheared off a few fragments of rock, but it wasn't enough to do any lasting damage.</p><p></p><p>Tash had drawn his crossbow and loaded it, hoping for a lucky shot as he fired into the melee. Unfortunately, luck was not on his sign, and the missile shattered against the far wall.</p><p></p><p>The elemental bellowed again as it moved up to follow Carpal. It lifted its stony arm over its head before bringing down in a crushing blow. The paladin was not quite fast enough to avoid it, and the arm connected with his head with a sickening crack. Blood flowed from the vicious wound as Carpal collapsed to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Keira barely thought as she saw the paladin fall for the second time this day, her mind awash with anger at her previous failure, her only thought to strike this thing down. She barely saw Pyrius standing opposite her, but the creature was distracted by his presence, and she struck with all her might. </p><p></p><p>She stretched her arms, flexing her powerful adrenaline filled arms, and then quickly and with great agility and power struck with a calculated swing against the egg-like creature. The blade connected with the stone, crunching through the thick protection of the creature. "Pthrari!" she bellowed as the plucked the blade free like a feather from a chicken. The creature crumbled to pieces on the ground, utterly destroyed by the powerful attack. The axe twirled in Keira's hands, her face flushed red with gushing blood in her veins, her lips white in anger and rage.</p><p></p><p>Greataxe still drawn back to strike, Keira took a careful step forward and crunched some of the rocks beneath her feet. "Even the stones are against us," she intoned, her mind wondering what they had let themselves in for, and what price they would have to pay. She let her own anger slide, her recent performance making her feel satisfied that in most situations she would be able to help and fight. After executing her given judgment tonight, she would remember to not suffer again at the hands of those who believed her weak-willed.</p><p></p><p>Ezreal looked at the weapon he had taken to help in the fight, reflecting a bit bitterly that he hadn't even had a chance to use it. He stirred the elemental's remains with the end of the staff, poking at them listlessly.</p><p></p><p>Davi rushed to the paladin's side, and she leaned over his body, attempting to assess the situation with her own amateur knowledge. The sight is bit of deja vu, but never once did Davi take this as a sign of Carpal's weakness--only his courage. Instinctively she sought to heal the paladin, to stop the vile wound from leaking such. Following Sardonic's lead from earlier, Davi ripped a strip of cloth from Carpal's own attire, this time his breeches, and she attempted to bandage the gaping hole in the paladin's head.</p><p></p><p>Alas, just as Davi had said before, she was no healer, and never was this more apparent than now. Clearly untrained in the use of bandages, the poor girl attempted to strap the cloth around Carpal's forehead horiztontally, which made it impossible to fully cover the wound. Not only this, but the cleric had been far too conservative in her ripping, and this small scrap of cloth wouldn't have blocked the flow of blood even should she have applied it correctly. All in all, Davi's efforts were a sad sight to see, and the stress and worry was plainly reflected on her face. Beads of sweat formed on the little halfling's forehead, and for the second time this night she prayed to Wee Jas to spare Carpal's life.</p><p></p><p>"Pyrius, I could use some of that sun god magic right about now," she called to the group, abandoning the whole affair, now vainly attempting to stop the blood flow with her own (gloved, thankfully) hand. "Please."</p><p></p><p>Pyrius dashed over to Carpal's side. Kneeling down beside him, in response to Davi's summons, he laid his hand on the holy warrior, his other grasping the sun symbol under his tunic. His hands flashed briefly, the warm color of the sun, the light flowing in to the unlucky paladin's body. The visible wounds closed up, and Pyrius poked and prodded to make sure that any broken bone had mended. The paladin groaned and sat up, holding his head, and Pyrius nodded.</p><p></p><p>"I don't have the strength for any more healings today, and I'd like to keep an eye on Carpal, to make sure there hasn't been any lasting damage. He has nearly been killed twice today. Before carrying on, I suggest resting and regrouping. Though, it's your call." Saying this, Pyrius looked up at Davi.</p><p></p><p>"That was close," said Tash, panting. "Yet again, we find traps and strange creatures abound. I agree with Pyrius, we need to be prepared for the next time we go into battle. My selection of spells today isn't suitable for combat; perhaps some rest would be good."</p><p></p><p>"Of course; it has been a hard evening on us all," Davi replied, her voice slightly shaky, slightly nervous, but she continued. "Well, if it's all right with everyone else, we shall rest on this level. Ju'lindra and myself can take the smaller chamber, the one with the air-bed; whoever is on guard may stay in the center area I suppose. Though you'll have to bring plenty of blankets with you Keira,--there's still a lot of mold out there."</p><p></p><p>Folding her hands together, Davi continued, "And the men can take this room. And they are expected to stay here," the cleric said, raising an eyebrow at Sardonic. "We've already seen how damaging rash actions can be to one's health."</p><p></p><p>Sardonic shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. As Keira moved past him, the barbarian grabbed him lightly by the robe. "The people of my tribe get punished severly for cowardly conduct. Be thankful that you don't have to spend the night hanging from your ankles over a slow-burning fire!" She let him go with a light shove, her contempt clear for Sardonic's behaviour.</p><p></p><p>This was too much for the mage. "Ok, listen to me," he began. "If you and I were to get into a fight to the death, me with my dagger and you with your glaive, you know and I know, in fact everyone here knows, that you would send me to a dirt nap in no time. Knowing this, and not being suicidal, what should I do? Stay and die, or run? I make stuff appear out of nowhere, remember? You stick to fighting, and I'll help with a spell when you fall asleep."</p><p></p><p>Keira's face hardened as Sardonic mentioned her earlier failure. Her eyes grew dark and her jaw set, yet it took a moment for her to speak again. When she did though, a glint of wickedness appeared in her eyes and she let a half-smile form on her lips. Cocking her head slightly to one side she said wryly, leaning into Sardonic's face, "Little man, the egg must hatch into something. Only you will choose what that is. A chicken..." She pulled her lips up in measured disgust. "Or a crocodile." Leaning back she stood back and laughed a deep, hearty laugh. "When you must, little man, you will shed your feathers. Better hope something doesn't gut you or any of us until then." </p><p></p><p>The barbarian laughed again, then turned to Davi. "Davi Knockdoor, I have accepted my judgment. I will guard the hallways that enter this chamber until I am relieved. If I accomplish this, my judgement is considered executed." She turned around and strode purposefully to the corridor that led back to the alcove-ridden corridor. Back to those behind her, she stood her guard, not accepting any food, until such time as she was relieved. Only then did she unfold a great fur bed and wrap herself in it for some rest, restless as ever inside, but content for now to sleep.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ltclnlbrain, post: 2793202, member: 12882"] [B]Chapter 11[/B] Working with their glaives, Carpal and Keira were able to scrape the mold over to the western edge of the hall while staying far enough way to avoid having the heat leeched out of their body. After several minutes of cautious work, enough of it had been cleared to form a safe path into the northern room. The ceiling of this large chamber glowed with what looked like natural sunlight, illuminating a series of worktables, vises, spinning wheels, and blocks of unfinished marble that identified the room as a sculptor's workshop. A huge unfinished statue of an imposing bare-chested warrior wielding a staff-like wooden rod in its left hand dominated the north wall. The hairless figure looked similar to the bas-relief on the sarcophagus upstairs, but it was clearly meant to be a different person. A short red metal pedestal against the south wall displayed what appeared to be a jet-black stone egg the size of a small boulder. A gold glyph--an equilateral triangle with short hash marks through each leg--marked the face of the egg. Upon seeing this strange egg, Sardonic's eyes lit up. The mage began to jump up and down with excitement. "The egg! I need to see that egg!" "Why?" Carpal asked as he moved alongside the excited mage. Sardonic, while genuinely helpful thus far, was still a wild card, and this level of enthusiasm was odd. "Yes, why?" Davi asked, echoing Carpal in both words and tone. She placed herself in front of Sardonic, so as to be the first to enter the room once Ezreal signalled that it was clear. "What is it, Sardonic?" Sardonic looked at Carpal like the paladin was crazy. "Law and chaos." He waited for it to sink in. "Law and chaos." His hand moved in rapid gestures. It looked like he was using his hands to help gather his thoughts, or maybe just get them out. Finally, the excited mage blurted out, "An ancient war between Law and Chaos. This must have been a... base...of operations...I think. Get me the egg; I need to look at it." Ezreal turned to the others, having finished searching the entrance to the room. "Looks clear." Sardonic rushed to the egg as soon as Ezreal gave the okay signal. He began to look for any way to open it. He pointed to the golden symbol as he did so. "This is the symbol of Ogrémoch, an elemental prince. Not a very nice guy. He was on the Chaos side during the primordial war between Law and Chaos." "Should you be playing with that, then?" Carpal asked. "We came here to get rich. If we're not going to touch or take anything, we might as well go home." The mage didn't look up. "I'm sure it could be worth quite alot to someone." Before anybody could protest further, he delicately touched the stone egg with his index finger. As Sardonic touched the stone egg, it began to rumble and shake as it unfolded. Two featureless legs of rock emerged from its base, and clublike arms of jagged stone sprouted from a rocky torso as it rose to a height of four feet. A featureless head stared at the wizard, then the creature let out a roar that sounded like the rumbling of an earthquake. "Jrrgle starx rrrakorx!" it rumbled. Sardonic nearly leaped out of his skin as the elemental rumbled to life. He opened his mouth to reply to the thing. "Um...run!" he shouted, stumbling away from the angry creature. Roaring in rage, the rocky monster stomped after him. Davi sighed in annoyance as the mage rushed by her, chased by the very item he sought so eagerly. "You are an idiot, Sardonic, though in a way that I cannot classify," she dryly informed him as he dashed past, scared white. "No, an idiot would stand there and get beat on!" the mage retorted. "It must be a woman to react so to Sardonic's touch," Carpal laughed. Ju'lindra and Carpal moved in on the creature to distract it from its quarry. The half-elf tumbled into melee range, but her focus momentarily slipped and her tonfa slid from her belt as she went. Cursing, she stooped to retrieve the weapon. Meanwhile, Carpal slashed at the elemental with his glaive, the blade skipping off its rocky form. The paladin did succeed at drawing its attention, though. The creature strode forward and delivered a powerful punch to his chest. The attack left a nasty bruise, but the paladin's armor kept him safe from any real harm. Realizing her failure in the previous battle, Keira fueled herself on the anger and resentment she felt towards herself, and with a raging and anger-filled strike smashed at the egg-creature, just after trying to move into a more favorable flanking position. The glaive cut through the air, force enough so that the air almost visibly parted, but it missed its mark as the elemental shifted. "Surround it, keep it threatened, keep it in close quarters," she commanded, hoping that the sheer number of forces arrayed against this creature would give them victory. The barbarian tossed aside the weapon and unslung her greataxe from her back. Davi said quick but fervant prayer to Wee Jas for protection, a prayer requesting a manifestation of her lady's awesome, intimidating presence. Though there was no outward sign to show the spell was effective, the elemental's movements seemed a bit more hesitant and halting, as if it was shaken. Ezreal slid his dagger out of his sheath, watching the fight. He looked at the tiny blade and frowned. He couldn't help but wonder what in the hell it was going to do against something made of rock. [i]Dull or break my blade, that's what,[/i] he thought to himself. He cast about the chamber for a weapon, then his eyes alighted on the wooden staff in the statue's hands. He slid it out of the stony grasp, finding the weapon to be quite well-balanced. [i]This seems a bit more appropriate.[/i] Ju'lindra lashed out with her tonfa, the weapon skipping across the elemental's rocky body. "Pyrius, how about some help?" she asked the cleric. The priest fumbled with his light mace as he moved beside the monk. He swung the weapon, but it seemed to do little to faze the rocky monster. Carpal backed up and swung his glaive again. The blade sheared off a few fragments of rock, but it wasn't enough to do any lasting damage. Tash had drawn his crossbow and loaded it, hoping for a lucky shot as he fired into the melee. Unfortunately, luck was not on his sign, and the missile shattered against the far wall. The elemental bellowed again as it moved up to follow Carpal. It lifted its stony arm over its head before bringing down in a crushing blow. The paladin was not quite fast enough to avoid it, and the arm connected with his head with a sickening crack. Blood flowed from the vicious wound as Carpal collapsed to the ground. Keira barely thought as she saw the paladin fall for the second time this day, her mind awash with anger at her previous failure, her only thought to strike this thing down. She barely saw Pyrius standing opposite her, but the creature was distracted by his presence, and she struck with all her might. She stretched her arms, flexing her powerful adrenaline filled arms, and then quickly and with great agility and power struck with a calculated swing against the egg-like creature. The blade connected with the stone, crunching through the thick protection of the creature. "Pthrari!" she bellowed as the plucked the blade free like a feather from a chicken. The creature crumbled to pieces on the ground, utterly destroyed by the powerful attack. The axe twirled in Keira's hands, her face flushed red with gushing blood in her veins, her lips white in anger and rage. Greataxe still drawn back to strike, Keira took a careful step forward and crunched some of the rocks beneath her feet. "Even the stones are against us," she intoned, her mind wondering what they had let themselves in for, and what price they would have to pay. She let her own anger slide, her recent performance making her feel satisfied that in most situations she would be able to help and fight. After executing her given judgment tonight, she would remember to not suffer again at the hands of those who believed her weak-willed. Ezreal looked at the weapon he had taken to help in the fight, reflecting a bit bitterly that he hadn't even had a chance to use it. He stirred the elemental's remains with the end of the staff, poking at them listlessly. Davi rushed to the paladin's side, and she leaned over his body, attempting to assess the situation with her own amateur knowledge. The sight is bit of deja vu, but never once did Davi take this as a sign of Carpal's weakness--only his courage. Instinctively she sought to heal the paladin, to stop the vile wound from leaking such. Following Sardonic's lead from earlier, Davi ripped a strip of cloth from Carpal's own attire, this time his breeches, and she attempted to bandage the gaping hole in the paladin's head. Alas, just as Davi had said before, she was no healer, and never was this more apparent than now. Clearly untrained in the use of bandages, the poor girl attempted to strap the cloth around Carpal's forehead horiztontally, which made it impossible to fully cover the wound. Not only this, but the cleric had been far too conservative in her ripping, and this small scrap of cloth wouldn't have blocked the flow of blood even should she have applied it correctly. All in all, Davi's efforts were a sad sight to see, and the stress and worry was plainly reflected on her face. Beads of sweat formed on the little halfling's forehead, and for the second time this night she prayed to Wee Jas to spare Carpal's life. "Pyrius, I could use some of that sun god magic right about now," she called to the group, abandoning the whole affair, now vainly attempting to stop the blood flow with her own (gloved, thankfully) hand. "Please." Pyrius dashed over to Carpal's side. Kneeling down beside him, in response to Davi's summons, he laid his hand on the holy warrior, his other grasping the sun symbol under his tunic. His hands flashed briefly, the warm color of the sun, the light flowing in to the unlucky paladin's body. The visible wounds closed up, and Pyrius poked and prodded to make sure that any broken bone had mended. The paladin groaned and sat up, holding his head, and Pyrius nodded. "I don't have the strength for any more healings today, and I'd like to keep an eye on Carpal, to make sure there hasn't been any lasting damage. He has nearly been killed twice today. Before carrying on, I suggest resting and regrouping. Though, it's your call." Saying this, Pyrius looked up at Davi. "That was close," said Tash, panting. "Yet again, we find traps and strange creatures abound. I agree with Pyrius, we need to be prepared for the next time we go into battle. My selection of spells today isn't suitable for combat; perhaps some rest would be good." "Of course; it has been a hard evening on us all," Davi replied, her voice slightly shaky, slightly nervous, but she continued. "Well, if it's all right with everyone else, we shall rest on this level. Ju'lindra and myself can take the smaller chamber, the one with the air-bed; whoever is on guard may stay in the center area I suppose. Though you'll have to bring plenty of blankets with you Keira,--there's still a lot of mold out there." Folding her hands together, Davi continued, "And the men can take this room. And they are expected to stay here," the cleric said, raising an eyebrow at Sardonic. "We've already seen how damaging rash actions can be to one's health." Sardonic shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. As Keira moved past him, the barbarian grabbed him lightly by the robe. "The people of my tribe get punished severly for cowardly conduct. Be thankful that you don't have to spend the night hanging from your ankles over a slow-burning fire!" She let him go with a light shove, her contempt clear for Sardonic's behaviour. This was too much for the mage. "Ok, listen to me," he began. "If you and I were to get into a fight to the death, me with my dagger and you with your glaive, you know and I know, in fact everyone here knows, that you would send me to a dirt nap in no time. Knowing this, and not being suicidal, what should I do? Stay and die, or run? I make stuff appear out of nowhere, remember? You stick to fighting, and I'll help with a spell when you fall asleep." Keira's face hardened as Sardonic mentioned her earlier failure. Her eyes grew dark and her jaw set, yet it took a moment for her to speak again. When she did though, a glint of wickedness appeared in her eyes and she let a half-smile form on her lips. Cocking her head slightly to one side she said wryly, leaning into Sardonic's face, "Little man, the egg must hatch into something. Only you will choose what that is. A chicken..." She pulled her lips up in measured disgust. "Or a crocodile." Leaning back she stood back and laughed a deep, hearty laugh. "When you must, little man, you will shed your feathers. Better hope something doesn't gut you or any of us until then." The barbarian laughed again, then turned to Davi. "Davi Knockdoor, I have accepted my judgment. I will guard the hallways that enter this chamber until I am relieved. If I accomplish this, my judgement is considered executed." She turned around and strode purposefully to the corridor that led back to the alcove-ridden corridor. Back to those behind her, she stood her guard, not accepting any food, until such time as she was relieved. Only then did she unfold a great fur bed and wrap herself in it for some rest, restless as ever inside, but content for now to sleep. [/QUOTE]
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