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<blockquote data-quote="Droid101" data-source="post: 1750952" data-attributes="member: 942"><p>“We’re so screwed,” Eltharion admitted, looking around the large chamber to get a bearing before all Hell (literally) broke loose.</p><p></p><p>The chamber was basically + shaped. The pillar in the center was (presumably) Xvim. There were eight altars, all seven feet tall. Something on top of them was pouring power into the central pillar.</p><p></p><p>About ten feet in front of the Heroes were the four Xvim generals. Behind the generals, scattered around the chamber, was Gryrtag, the 15 foot tall pit fiend, three blobby masses of flesh with claws, a six foot tall chain devil, and a spiny barbed devil, much like the one they fought the previous day.</p><p></p><p>Before anyone else could manage to act, Enzonito took two long paces and leaped at Gryrtag. Holding onto his small green glowing serpentine amulet with one hand, he reached out and touched Gryrtag with his other. Both vanished as the space and time around them fluctuated.</p><p></p><p>“Necro, fly up and target the Hamatula. Trek, you keep it busy. Damaré, match chain with chain. I’ll get the lemures.” Senman spews orders and the generals fly into action. “Help where you can!” he yells to the Heroes.</p><p></p><p>The Necromancer floats up into the air, firing off a streaking bolt of lightning at the barbed devil. The spell fizzles as it reaches the devil.</p><p></p><p>“Blast it!” The Necromancer sputters.</p><p></p><p>Senman launches a volley of twelve small knives, all of them pelting into several of the blobby devils. They all bounce off harmlessly.</p><p></p><p>“Great…”</p><p></p><p>Damaré fares better. He approaches the chain devil, whipping his own chain around his body. With a turning somersault the chain flies toward the devil, tripping him up in his own chains and bringing him to the ground with a thud. Trek flies at the barbed devil, landing punch squarely in the thing’s gut, affecting it slightly.</p><p></p><p>Now, the Heroes react. Bink casts <em>Spider Climb</em> and scuttles up a nearby wall to oversee and pelt devils with magical missiles. Eltharion runs up to the nearest altar, pushing with all his might. It teeters and falls over, the stone cracking and breaking, and a suit of armor, a scroll case, a wand, and a ring go scattering to the ground. Each of them is emitting a blue light that is trailing toward the middle pillar. Eltharion notices that his own magical sickle is trailing light toward Xvim.</p><p></p><p>Grog charges at the barbed devil, flanking it with Trek, and dealing a deep cut into its flank. His muscles bulge and his eyes become bloodshot. His knuckles turn as white as a goblin’s green knuckles can, gripping his katana so tight.</p><p></p><p>Jezda runs around the battlefield and positions himself next to the chain devil that was tripped up. He raises his greatsword over his head. Ogrim <em>blesses</em> himself and brings his staff to bear, the one they found in the long underground passage. Bink had identified it as a <em>Staff of Defense</em>.</p><p></p><p>Damaré’s chain begins to strangle him; the chain devil taking over control of it. This draws an overhead chop of Jezda’s greatsword that cuts the devil deeply. The barbed devil slashes Grog and Trek each once, drawing long scrapes across both of their chests. The blobby devils close in on whoever’s closest, none of them scoring an effective hit, but creating a more chaotic scene.</p><p></p><p>A large explosion, similar to the one that brought the devils forth in the first place, goes off behind Jezda. An enormous, almost 14 foot wide demonic looking spider appears. Jezda turns, and his eyes widen. The thing rips into him with two large claws and a poisonously salivating bite. All the attacks connect. The claw rip and rend into his chest, tearing his dented plate mail asunder. The bite tears deep into his shoulder, and he can feel the burning poison turn his stomach and weaken him considerably.</p><p></p><p>Grog yells out, seeing his friend in danger, and charges the demon spider. The barbed devil slashes his leg as he runs, but he doesn’t notice. He draws a bite from the spider as well as he approaches due to the long reach of the creature. He grits his teeth and holds off the poison from taking effect. His katana slams hard into the spider, drawing a gout of brackish blood.</p><p></p><p>Bink follows suit by launching a volley of <em>magic missiles </em> into it. Eltharion runs to another pedestal, attempting to push it over. It teeters, but does not fall. He grits his teeth and keeps trying.</p><p></p><p>Trek-Donal throws a volley of punches and kicks into the barbed devil, all with small effectiveness. Senman fends off a couple of blob devils that surrounded him. Ogrim activates a shimmering shield of perfect geometric shapes from the <em>Staff</em>, a <em>Shield of Law</em>. He stashes the staff and brings his axe and shield to bear. He approaches the barbed devil.</p><p></p><p>The Necromancer throws another bolt of lightning at the barbed devil, this time it sizzles the flesh of the thing, which howls in pain. Jezda grits his teeth, his flesh burning, his armor useless, his muscles weak. He lets out a flurry of furious greatsword swipes. One of them connects, dealing heavy damage to the spider, and another spray of black blood. Damaré struggles to get the chains off himself. The barbed ends cutting up his body terribly.</p><p></p><p>The blob devils claw into Senman, who takes a few scratches, but nothing too serious. The barbed devil launches a volley of spines into Ogrim, most of which bounce off his glowing magical <em>Shield of Law</em>. The spider demon attacks Grog, both claws tearing into him and ripping off his studded leather armor. Another bite lands in his flank, and he feels the poison take effect. He staggers to a knee, but stands quickly. He hardly notices the pain. He hardly notices anything. His eyes bloodshot, he lets out a scream and swings his katana as hard as he can.</p><p></p><p>Success! One of the demon spider’s long chitinous legs is severed cleanly, the blood pouring into a rapidly growing pool on the ground. The creature remained standing.</p><p></p><p>Everyone (except for the devils) felt a churning in their stomachs. The reddish energy coming from each of them began to flow more quickly to the central pillar. The bluish energy from their magic items (and the ones on the altars) began to flow more quickly as well. Several of the items had burned out. Eltharion noticed no more energy was flowing from his sickle.</p><p></p><p>“My sickle! You bastard!” Eltharion was enraged. He pushed with all his might, knocking over another tall altar. A wand, a longsword, a scimitar, and a rod scattered on the ground. Eltharion picked up the scimitar before moving to the next altar.</p><p></p><p>Bink fired off some <em>magic missiles</em> at the blobs, killing two of them. Senman continued to fight them off with a shortsword, doing minimal damage. Trek and Ogrim effectively double-teamed the barbed demon, and were getting one or two good hits in. They were whittling it down. </p><p></p><p>Damaré was still struggling with his chain. Grog and Jezda attacked yet again. Jezda, considerably weakened, was able to connect with a solid strike. Grog, once again with a mighty blow, severed yet another of the huge creature’s legs. It remained standing. It countered with two claws, slashing Grog deeply. He didn’t notice. His wounds were enough to kill any normal man twice, but he kept foaming at the mouth. A bit flew at Jezda who was unable to get out of the way. The poison once again filled his body, and he burning was too much. He could feel his internal organs liquefying. His vision blurred. His balance lost. His world, dark. He collapsed, his greatsword clanging against the finely worked stone. If Grog could possibly be more enraged, that is what he became.</p><p></p><p>The barbed devil flailed to the last. A spiny fist connected with Trek, drawing some more blood. The last blob scratched Senman lightly. The chain devil continued to control the chains around Damaré from his vantage point on the ground.</p><p></p><p>Bink climbed down and pushed over a pedestal. This one nearly landed on Damaré, had he not jumped back. Eltharion likewise pushed one over. Two shields, a wand, a greataxe, a chain shirt, a longbow, and another scimitar tumbled off the downed pedestals. Eltharion was quick to pick up the second scimitar.</p><p></p><p>The Necromancer launched some <em>magic missiles </em> of his own at the barbed devil. Another punch from Trek and a low axe hit from Ogrim sent it back to Hell.</p><p></p><p>Grog couldn’t see or hear anything other than Jezda falling. His blood red gaze met the spider demon’s many eyes. He flew in with a sharp stab of the katana, ripping the thing’s head segment in half, sending it sprawling to the ground. He turned and overhead chopped the chain devil behind him, slicing its arm and breaking its concentration. Damaré, now freed, chain-whipped the chain devil in the head. It stopped moving.</p><p></p><p>Loud clanging could be heard from one of the walls of the room. Bink let his eyes shift into the magical spectrum, seeing all sorts of flowing colors and spell-stitched items.</p><p></p><p>Senman finished off the last blob, and looked to the pillar of light. Everyone could feel their very souls being pulled from their bodies.</p><p></p><p>“We have to get out of here!” Senman yelled over the tumult of the clanging and magical energy, crashing like waves.</p><p></p><p>“Get that one, and that, and those, pick up those!” Bink was calling out orders. Ogrim and Eltharion went over and began to retrieve the items he pointed out; items that still had magical properties left. The clanging stopped. An explosion ensued.</p><p></p><p>Rock and debris went flying from one of the walls. A large hole was opened. Three dwarves were seen emerging, immediately grabbing onto their stomachs, their souls being pulled from their being.</p><p></p><p>“Silverhammers?” Ogrim recognized them immediately. They had met two of them previously. The Heroes had found their missing wagon.</p><p></p><p>“Get out of this room! Head back into the tunnel!” Senman yelled, the dwarves were quick to comply. The Necromancer, Trek-Donal, Damaré, Senman, Ogrim, and Bink ran for it. Eltharion was busy healing Grog as his rage of emotions expired. He surely would have fell dead without Eltharion’s spells. The hefted Jezda’s body and ran for it as well.</p><p></p><p>A large explosion like trumpets blaring into a silent night issued from behind them. The magical/soul energy had ceased flowing from them; none of them falling, as they were a far enough distance away to stop the flow of energy. After a good ten minutes of hustling down the recently carved tunnel, they began to slow. Bink looked around nervously at the four generals.</p><p></p><p>“So, heh, hope we’re not holding grudges…” Bink said meekly. Everyone was catching their breath at this point, nobody responding right away.</p><p></p><p>With a slightly snobbish expression, his black dreadlocks swaying slightly, “You helped us out of a tight spot. The way I see it, is that we owe you.” The Necromancer states.</p><p></p><p>Surprised and slightly amazed, “Wow, anytime!” Eltharion responds.</p><p></p><p>“Follow us. It’s gonna to be a long trip. We’ve been diggin’ for months. Bribdan here, our resident spellcaster, felt lots of magic comin’ from this here direction,” the dwarf points the way back to Xvim’s temple. “We was diggin’ to find out what it was. Good thing we got there when we did, looks like!”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, we are at your eternal service,” Ogrim responds.</p><p></p><p>“Ah, don’t be talkin’ like that. Anyway, a couple days and we should be entering Dardenkidin, our under-mountain stronghold.” The dwarf responds.</p><p></p><p>“That’s where I’m from. That’s perfect.” Ogrim states.</p><p></p><p>“Is it possible to go back?” Damaré asks the Necromancer.</p><p></p><p>“Most likely that room is collapsed. That path is blocked.” The Necromancer answers, matter-of-factly.</p><p></p><p>“Dwarves, great…” Trek is less than enthusiastic.</p><p></p><p>The travel is just as the dwarves stated, a good three days of trail rations, dwarven drinking games, and hearty song, and they reach Dardenkidin. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t think I could take much more of that…” Eltharion states.</p><p></p><p>“I was already past that point. If I ever see another dwarf, it’ll be too…” Damaré starts, but the defeated look in his eyes speaks volumes. The cavernous entrance to the stronghold has several dwarf guards, and when they enter the expansive, finely crafted halls, dwarves are seen all about, tending to work. “Wonderful…”</p><p></p><p>They are all taken to a large inn and given rooms. Ogrim goes to visit his family. Bink and the Necromancer sit in front of the large pile of magic items they found. Jezda is brought to the temple of Moradin. With a lot of convincing from Ogrim, and a tale of the battle against the ascending Xvim from Eltharion, the head priest agrees to raise him from the dead, but for a hefty donation. The party agrees, and Jezda’s body is cleansed of poison and raised from the dead.</p><p></p><p>“Did we… win?” Jezda asks with a weak voice.</p><p></p><p>“You did it. We won cuz of you.” Grog answers, happy to see his friend.</p><p></p><p>The Heroes and Generals get settled in before they make any plans for the immediate future. They had won the day.</p><p></p><p>Heroes and Generals 4-ever? Will they form a Super-Team? What magic items did they procure? What’s next for everyone? This and more, next time.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Droid101, post: 1750952, member: 942"] “We’re so screwed,” Eltharion admitted, looking around the large chamber to get a bearing before all Hell (literally) broke loose. The chamber was basically + shaped. The pillar in the center was (presumably) Xvim. There were eight altars, all seven feet tall. Something on top of them was pouring power into the central pillar. About ten feet in front of the Heroes were the four Xvim generals. Behind the generals, scattered around the chamber, was Gryrtag, the 15 foot tall pit fiend, three blobby masses of flesh with claws, a six foot tall chain devil, and a spiny barbed devil, much like the one they fought the previous day. Before anyone else could manage to act, Enzonito took two long paces and leaped at Gryrtag. Holding onto his small green glowing serpentine amulet with one hand, he reached out and touched Gryrtag with his other. Both vanished as the space and time around them fluctuated. “Necro, fly up and target the Hamatula. Trek, you keep it busy. Damaré, match chain with chain. I’ll get the lemures.” Senman spews orders and the generals fly into action. “Help where you can!” he yells to the Heroes. The Necromancer floats up into the air, firing off a streaking bolt of lightning at the barbed devil. The spell fizzles as it reaches the devil. “Blast it!” The Necromancer sputters. Senman launches a volley of twelve small knives, all of them pelting into several of the blobby devils. They all bounce off harmlessly. “Great…” Damaré fares better. He approaches the chain devil, whipping his own chain around his body. With a turning somersault the chain flies toward the devil, tripping him up in his own chains and bringing him to the ground with a thud. Trek flies at the barbed devil, landing punch squarely in the thing’s gut, affecting it slightly. Now, the Heroes react. Bink casts [I]Spider Climb[/I] and scuttles up a nearby wall to oversee and pelt devils with magical missiles. Eltharion runs up to the nearest altar, pushing with all his might. It teeters and falls over, the stone cracking and breaking, and a suit of armor, a scroll case, a wand, and a ring go scattering to the ground. Each of them is emitting a blue light that is trailing toward the middle pillar. Eltharion notices that his own magical sickle is trailing light toward Xvim. Grog charges at the barbed devil, flanking it with Trek, and dealing a deep cut into its flank. His muscles bulge and his eyes become bloodshot. His knuckles turn as white as a goblin’s green knuckles can, gripping his katana so tight. Jezda runs around the battlefield and positions himself next to the chain devil that was tripped up. He raises his greatsword over his head. Ogrim [I]blesses[/I] himself and brings his staff to bear, the one they found in the long underground passage. Bink had identified it as a [I]Staff of Defense[/I]. Damaré’s chain begins to strangle him; the chain devil taking over control of it. This draws an overhead chop of Jezda’s greatsword that cuts the devil deeply. The barbed devil slashes Grog and Trek each once, drawing long scrapes across both of their chests. The blobby devils close in on whoever’s closest, none of them scoring an effective hit, but creating a more chaotic scene. A large explosion, similar to the one that brought the devils forth in the first place, goes off behind Jezda. An enormous, almost 14 foot wide demonic looking spider appears. Jezda turns, and his eyes widen. The thing rips into him with two large claws and a poisonously salivating bite. All the attacks connect. The claw rip and rend into his chest, tearing his dented plate mail asunder. The bite tears deep into his shoulder, and he can feel the burning poison turn his stomach and weaken him considerably. Grog yells out, seeing his friend in danger, and charges the demon spider. The barbed devil slashes his leg as he runs, but he doesn’t notice. He draws a bite from the spider as well as he approaches due to the long reach of the creature. He grits his teeth and holds off the poison from taking effect. His katana slams hard into the spider, drawing a gout of brackish blood. Bink follows suit by launching a volley of [I]magic missiles [/I] into it. Eltharion runs to another pedestal, attempting to push it over. It teeters, but does not fall. He grits his teeth and keeps trying. Trek-Donal throws a volley of punches and kicks into the barbed devil, all with small effectiveness. Senman fends off a couple of blob devils that surrounded him. Ogrim activates a shimmering shield of perfect geometric shapes from the [I]Staff[/I], a [I]Shield of Law[/I]. He stashes the staff and brings his axe and shield to bear. He approaches the barbed devil. The Necromancer throws another bolt of lightning at the barbed devil, this time it sizzles the flesh of the thing, which howls in pain. Jezda grits his teeth, his flesh burning, his armor useless, his muscles weak. He lets out a flurry of furious greatsword swipes. One of them connects, dealing heavy damage to the spider, and another spray of black blood. Damaré struggles to get the chains off himself. The barbed ends cutting up his body terribly. The blob devils claw into Senman, who takes a few scratches, but nothing too serious. The barbed devil launches a volley of spines into Ogrim, most of which bounce off his glowing magical [I]Shield of Law[/I]. The spider demon attacks Grog, both claws tearing into him and ripping off his studded leather armor. Another bite lands in his flank, and he feels the poison take effect. He staggers to a knee, but stands quickly. He hardly notices the pain. He hardly notices anything. His eyes bloodshot, he lets out a scream and swings his katana as hard as he can. Success! One of the demon spider’s long chitinous legs is severed cleanly, the blood pouring into a rapidly growing pool on the ground. The creature remained standing. Everyone (except for the devils) felt a churning in their stomachs. The reddish energy coming from each of them began to flow more quickly to the central pillar. The bluish energy from their magic items (and the ones on the altars) began to flow more quickly as well. Several of the items had burned out. Eltharion noticed no more energy was flowing from his sickle. “My sickle! You bastard!” Eltharion was enraged. He pushed with all his might, knocking over another tall altar. A wand, a longsword, a scimitar, and a rod scattered on the ground. Eltharion picked up the scimitar before moving to the next altar. Bink fired off some [I]magic missiles[/I] at the blobs, killing two of them. Senman continued to fight them off with a shortsword, doing minimal damage. Trek and Ogrim effectively double-teamed the barbed demon, and were getting one or two good hits in. They were whittling it down. Damaré was still struggling with his chain. Grog and Jezda attacked yet again. Jezda, considerably weakened, was able to connect with a solid strike. Grog, once again with a mighty blow, severed yet another of the huge creature’s legs. It remained standing. It countered with two claws, slashing Grog deeply. He didn’t notice. His wounds were enough to kill any normal man twice, but he kept foaming at the mouth. A bit flew at Jezda who was unable to get out of the way. The poison once again filled his body, and he burning was too much. He could feel his internal organs liquefying. His vision blurred. His balance lost. His world, dark. He collapsed, his greatsword clanging against the finely worked stone. If Grog could possibly be more enraged, that is what he became. The barbed devil flailed to the last. A spiny fist connected with Trek, drawing some more blood. The last blob scratched Senman lightly. The chain devil continued to control the chains around Damaré from his vantage point on the ground. Bink climbed down and pushed over a pedestal. This one nearly landed on Damaré, had he not jumped back. Eltharion likewise pushed one over. Two shields, a wand, a greataxe, a chain shirt, a longbow, and another scimitar tumbled off the downed pedestals. Eltharion was quick to pick up the second scimitar. The Necromancer launched some [I]magic missiles [/I] of his own at the barbed devil. Another punch from Trek and a low axe hit from Ogrim sent it back to Hell. Grog couldn’t see or hear anything other than Jezda falling. His blood red gaze met the spider demon’s many eyes. He flew in with a sharp stab of the katana, ripping the thing’s head segment in half, sending it sprawling to the ground. He turned and overhead chopped the chain devil behind him, slicing its arm and breaking its concentration. Damaré, now freed, chain-whipped the chain devil in the head. It stopped moving. Loud clanging could be heard from one of the walls of the room. Bink let his eyes shift into the magical spectrum, seeing all sorts of flowing colors and spell-stitched items. Senman finished off the last blob, and looked to the pillar of light. Everyone could feel their very souls being pulled from their bodies. “We have to get out of here!” Senman yelled over the tumult of the clanging and magical energy, crashing like waves. “Get that one, and that, and those, pick up those!” Bink was calling out orders. Ogrim and Eltharion went over and began to retrieve the items he pointed out; items that still had magical properties left. The clanging stopped. An explosion ensued. Rock and debris went flying from one of the walls. A large hole was opened. Three dwarves were seen emerging, immediately grabbing onto their stomachs, their souls being pulled from their being. “Silverhammers?” Ogrim recognized them immediately. They had met two of them previously. The Heroes had found their missing wagon. “Get out of this room! Head back into the tunnel!” Senman yelled, the dwarves were quick to comply. The Necromancer, Trek-Donal, Damaré, Senman, Ogrim, and Bink ran for it. Eltharion was busy healing Grog as his rage of emotions expired. He surely would have fell dead without Eltharion’s spells. The hefted Jezda’s body and ran for it as well. A large explosion like trumpets blaring into a silent night issued from behind them. The magical/soul energy had ceased flowing from them; none of them falling, as they were a far enough distance away to stop the flow of energy. After a good ten minutes of hustling down the recently carved tunnel, they began to slow. Bink looked around nervously at the four generals. “So, heh, hope we’re not holding grudges…” Bink said meekly. Everyone was catching their breath at this point, nobody responding right away. With a slightly snobbish expression, his black dreadlocks swaying slightly, “You helped us out of a tight spot. The way I see it, is that we owe you.” The Necromancer states. Surprised and slightly amazed, “Wow, anytime!” Eltharion responds. “Follow us. It’s gonna to be a long trip. We’ve been diggin’ for months. Bribdan here, our resident spellcaster, felt lots of magic comin’ from this here direction,” the dwarf points the way back to Xvim’s temple. “We was diggin’ to find out what it was. Good thing we got there when we did, looks like!” “Yes, we are at your eternal service,” Ogrim responds. “Ah, don’t be talkin’ like that. Anyway, a couple days and we should be entering Dardenkidin, our under-mountain stronghold.” The dwarf responds. “That’s where I’m from. That’s perfect.” Ogrim states. “Is it possible to go back?” Damaré asks the Necromancer. “Most likely that room is collapsed. That path is blocked.” The Necromancer answers, matter-of-factly. “Dwarves, great…” Trek is less than enthusiastic. The travel is just as the dwarves stated, a good three days of trail rations, dwarven drinking games, and hearty song, and they reach Dardenkidin. “I don’t think I could take much more of that…” Eltharion states. “I was already past that point. If I ever see another dwarf, it’ll be too…” Damaré starts, but the defeated look in his eyes speaks volumes. The cavernous entrance to the stronghold has several dwarf guards, and when they enter the expansive, finely crafted halls, dwarves are seen all about, tending to work. “Wonderful…” They are all taken to a large inn and given rooms. Ogrim goes to visit his family. Bink and the Necromancer sit in front of the large pile of magic items they found. Jezda is brought to the temple of Moradin. With a lot of convincing from Ogrim, and a tale of the battle against the ascending Xvim from Eltharion, the head priest agrees to raise him from the dead, but for a hefty donation. The party agrees, and Jezda’s body is cleansed of poison and raised from the dead. “Did we… win?” Jezda asks with a weak voice. “You did it. We won cuz of you.” Grog answers, happy to see his friend. The Heroes and Generals get settled in before they make any plans for the immediate future. They had won the day. Heroes and Generals 4-ever? Will they form a Super-Team? What magic items did they procure? What’s next for everyone? This and more, next time. [/QUOTE]
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