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[FR] Seven Swords of Myth Drannor...[Updated 2-4...A Mother's Lullaby]
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<blockquote data-quote="Celtavian" data-source="post: 1188793" data-attributes="member: 5834"><p><strong>On the way to Myth Drannor continued...</strong></p><p></p><p>With the number of skilled woodsman present, it did not take long to pick up on the trail. Braydin and Holly led them in a northwesterly direction. Impressions in the dirt and disturbed flora clearly marked the way. The drow had not taken the time to hide their trail. </p><p></p><p>“Probably didn’t expect there to be any survivors or help this deep in the forest” Holly voiced the obvious. </p><p></p><p>Less than an hour on the trail of the drow the eight companions and Morn came upon a hill of rock well-camouflaged by trees and moss. The soft boot prints continued on around the west side of the hill.</p><p></p><p>“Probably a cave or something on the other side of that rock” said Holly, “Everyone hide amongst the trees. I’m going to look for a cave.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll go with” said Braydin. </p><p></p><p>“As will I” said Morn. He was eager to get the sons of bitches that murdered his friends.</p><p></p><p>The three of them used the hill of rock as cover and quietly moved around the west side following the boot prints. As they came around the hill it curved back east. There they were barely able to make out a cave entrance well-shrouded by the hanging branches of several oak trees. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t see any guards” whispered Holly.</p><p></p><p>“I’m going in for a closer look. Keep an eye out” Braydin whispered back.</p><p></p><p>“Be careful” said Holly.</p><p></p><p>Braydin pulled the hood of his <em>piwafwi</em> snugly over his head and made his way to the closest oak which stood no more than twenty feet from the cave entrance. He crouched low making himself as small as possible and peered around the trunk. The bark on the trunk felt rough against his cheek. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. </p><p></p><p>The Halfling lowered himself gently to the ground and slowly belly crawled even closer to the entrance. The earth beneath him felt cool and moist. He grinned back at Holly and Morn. ‘Holly worries too much’ he thought to himself after seeing the concerned look on her face. Then he proceeded to crawl right to the very mouth of the entrance examining it for several minutes. Disappointed that he didn’t find any traps or danger, he made his way back to the other two. </p><p></p><p>“Nothing” said Braydin, “Not a damn thing.”</p><p></p><p>“Ok. Let’s get the others” said Holly, “And Braydin, you get that close again and I’ll tie you to a leash.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> The eight companions and Morn gathered a ways off to discuss strategy. Unbeknownst to them they had been spotted by the raven familiar of the resident Vhaeraun worshipping drow wizard. The bird did not dally after spotting the party. It flew with haste to warn its master of the intruders. </p><p></p><p>“No visible drow or traps. I didn’t even hear any activity near the entrance” Braydin said.</p><p></p><p>“I say we just rush in and attack” said Vaevictus, “they are probably hiding like cowards.”</p><p></p><p>“As much as you may believe to the contrary, drow are not cowards. If they are hiding, it is in preparation to repel us and not avoid us” said Uthar’zen coldly.</p><p></p><p>“If your people were brave, they would declare open war and fight an honorable battle” said Vaevictus. </p><p></p><p>The eyes of the drow and half-dragon met. Neither feared the other. </p><p></p><p>“Enough of this” said Thourne, “we need not fight amongst ourselves because of the deeds of others. Uthar’zen is right Vaevictus. The drow may be treacherous, but they are no cowards. They are either prepared for us or they are very deep in the cave. Either way, we need to enter somehow.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll spear-head the attack. If they are waiting in ambush, I have a surprise for them” Vaevictus said confidently.</p><p></p><p>“Sounds good to me” said Holly.</p><p></p><p>“Me to” said Kaela, “Let Vaevictus go first. He’s the strongest.”</p><p></p><p>Thourne looked at her sister. Phallon signed agreement. “Vaevictus will lead. We will follow and fight our way in. I’m sure they are ready for us, but I can’t think of a better way to enter given that we do not have the Art to conceal our passage.”</p><p></p><p>“On to it then” said Vaevictus as he drew forth his greatsword.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The eight companions and Morn made their way in force to the cave entrance. Vaevictus stormed into the cave followed by Braydin, Morn and Uthar’zen in the second rank, Holly and Thourne in the third rank, and the Kaela and Phallon in the fourth rank. Celtavian stayed outside the cave.</p><p></p><p>Thourne’s first fear was realized: the drow were prepared for them. There waiting were a line of drow archers. A storm of arrows filled the tunnel glancing off Vaevictus’s heavy plate armor and tough half-dragon hide. He did not hesitate as he moved forward and breathed.</p><p></p><p>Whoosh. A cone of silvery cold washed over the drow. When the cloud cleared, frozen drow bodies covered the floor before them. The still standing drow cast down their bows and drew shortswords.</p><p></p><p>Vaevictus laughed aloud, “What now drow? We are upon you. Prepare for justice!”</p><p></p><p>A small fiery bead shedding a minute amount of light sped out from the darkness. Vaevictus watched it fly overhead knowing full well what it meant. “Incoming” he shouted as he braced for the explosion. A thunderous roar followed by searing orange pain filled the tunnel. Only Braydin, Morn and Uthar’zen managed to avoid the <em>fireball</em>. </p><p></p><p>“I’m hurt” cried Kaela, “I need healing.” Her robes were smoking and her hair was burnt a few lengths shorter than before. </p><p></p><p>“I’m coming” called Holly. </p><p></p><p>Vaevictus thrust forward, “TO BATTLE!!!” The half-dragon cut a swath through the lesser drow warriors. Braydin, Uthar’zen and Morn followed with the twins singing, “Eilistraee, Eilistraee” while bringing up the rear.</p><p></p><p>Braydin winced in pain as from the shadows stepped a drow male wielding a rapier with a now bloody point. “Welcome” said the drow.</p><p></p><p> Halfling and drow fenced rapier to rapier while bandying witty vituperations. Their blades met and parted like two dancers practicing a choreographed routine. </p><p></p><p>Behind the remaining drow warriors stood two drow males, one in the robes of a wizard and the other in Chainmail wielding a shortsword. The drow in Chainmail shouted commands in a strange tongue to the drow warriors, then said a prayer directed at Vaevictus. It had no effect on the half-dragon.</p><p></p><p>Two large spidery creatures with the torso and head of a drow, a male and a female, crawled from the darkness. </p><p></p><p>“Driders…leave them to me” said Uthar’zen as he tumbled past the intervening drow warriors and engaged the male drider who was surrounded by shifting <em>mirror images</em> moving in and out of each other confusing and confounding his blade. He slowly whittled the images down one by one until only the drider remained. It quickly erected a new set of <em>mirror images</em>. </p><p></p><p>Uthar’zen sighed.</p><p></p><p>Celtavian entered the cave and made his way down the tunnel with his trusty <em>wand of magic missiles</em> in hand. He came upon the battle and calmly watched waiting for a moment when his Art might be most effective. </p><p></p><p> A short and chaotic fight ensued that left only the drow in Chainmail and the two Driders standing. Kaela had expended most of her Art slaying the drow wizard and had no more to unleash. </p><p></p><p> The drow in Chainmail called out. The female drider came chanting prayers to Lolth to reinvigorate her beleaguered leader. </p><p></p><p> Braydin and Morn had slain the rapier-wielding drow. Morn had taken the worst of that fight and could provide little help against the remaining enemies. </p><p></p><p>Holly called upon Shaundakul healing Vaevictus of his wounds. </p><p></p><p>The twins were busy tending to their own injuries. </p><p></p><p> Uthar’zen battled the male drider. </p><p></p><p> Vaevictus was fighting the female drider and the drow in Chainmail at the same time.</p><p></p><p>Braydin attacked the drow in Chainmail. He shuffled back and forth trying to flank with Vaevictus. </p><p></p><p>The drow in chainmail signed to the male drider. </p><p></p><p> It moved past Uthar’zen confident its <em>mirror images</em> would protect it and flanked the Halfling. Braydin felt the sting of a shortsword at his back. He spun around to defend himself. </p><p></p><p>The drow in Chainmail took advantage of the opening and jammed his razor-sharp shortsword in the Halflings neck. </p><p></p><p> Braydin dropped his rapier and grabbed his neck in a feeble attempt to staunch the flow of blood, then fell to the ground twitching.</p><p></p><p>“BRAYDIN!! NOOOOO!” Holly cut down the drow in Chainmail with one blow, and then mercilessly butchered the fallen drow like a piece of meat. </p><p></p><p>Vaevictus finished off the female drider. </p><p></p><p>The twins called upon Eilistraee to heal Braydin. It was of no avail, the Halfling was dead.</p><p></p><p>The male drider cast a spell and disappeared before Uthar’zen’s eyes. “It is escaping, stop it” yelled Uthar’zen.</p><p></p><p> Covered in blood Holly cast down her sword and cradled Braydin’s head. She wept. The Halfling was her best friend out of all her companions and now he was dead. </p><p></p><p> The twins wept also saddened by the loss of such a bright life. </p><p></p><p>Even Vaevictus and Morn were stunned by the mournful revelation.</p><p></p><p>Celtavian watched the magical aura of the creature as it moved towards the cave entrance. </p><p></p><p>Uthar’zen chased it swinging at the air. </p><p></p><p>The blue-eyed mage’s quiet voice pierced the heavy sorrow that had come over the now seven companions and Morn, “Thourne, you wield the <em>faerie fire</em>, correct?”</p><p></p><p>Thourne looked at the mage through tear-filled eyes and nodded numbly.</p><p></p><p>“I need you to use it quickly. Cast it at the stone wall that blocks the tunnel from this cave” said Celtavian.</p><p></p><p>“There is no stone wall…”</p><p></p><p>Celtavian cast a minor image shaping the illusion into a stone wall that completely blocked the tunnel. The drider halted. “Now Thourne…cast the <em>faerie fire</em> about ten feet from the wall” Celtavian said calmly.</p><p></p><p>Thourne ran to the tunnel. She extended her hand and a burst of pallid violet light danced about the illusionary wall. The faint violet luminescent outline of the Drider appeared. </p><p></p><p>Uthar’zen, Vaevictus and Morn sped down the tunnel and slew it.</p><p></p><p>Uthar'zen spit on the corpse of the drider, "All our dead now, just as they deserve. No mercy requested, no mercy given." He sheathed his blade and returned to the others. Vaevictus and Morn followed.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“I haven’t the Power to call his spirit back” said Holly as tears streamed down her cheeks, “We’re going to have to bury him here, we can’t take his body back to Shadowdale. We’re too deep in the forest.” </p><p></p><p>“The Cormanthor is a good place to bury a fallen friend. Many worthy folk lie beneath the soil of the Cormanthor, or so the tales say” said Phallon. </p><p></p><p>The twins and Holly cleaned and healed Braydin’s body. They took what gear might be useful to another and left with him his rapier and armor. Vaevictus dug a small grave. Braydin was wrapped in his cloak and laid within it. They marked his resting place with a large rock and Holly scratched into the stone the following epitaph:</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Here lies Braydin Bramblefoot</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong>A true friend and brave warrior</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong>May he rest in peace</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong>Born</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong>Died Eleasis 17, 1372 Year of Wild Magic</strong></p><p></p><p>Holly prayed, “Shaundakul, as you watch over the roads this day, I pray that you guide Braydin’s spirit to his rightful place of rest amongst his people and kin. He was a good friend and a brave warrior.”</p><p></p><p>The others paid their respects in the manner appropriate to their beliefs. Braydin was buried. One more adventurer lost to the hidden dangers of the Cormanthor. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The seven companions and Morn spent a few uneventful days at the brigand camp. They thoroughly looted the place. The procured the following: two <em>bags of holding</em> the drow brigands used for transporting stolen booty, a <em>decanter of endless water</em>, a pair of <em>boots of striding and springing</em> bearing the symbol of Shaundakul (Holly took these), and a new suit of magical <em>everbright</em> full plate armor for Vaevictus along with a good amount of gold, jewelry and gems.</p><p></p><p>The only other item of note was the shortsword wielded by the drow in chainmail. When Morn had picked it up, its edge had turned dull and common. But in Uthar’zen’s hands the blade was magically sharp. They later found a journal containing an entry about the sword by a fellow named Alak:</p><p></p><p><em>Uktar 4, 1341…</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>That miserable Halfling slave stole my sword and cut me with it. A curse upon all Halflings and small folk. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p> <em>This is the fourth time my blade has been taken by another and used against me. It will not happen again. Only my hand or the hand of another honorable drow male will wield my blade ever again. This I swear.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Alak</em></p><p></p><p> Thoroughly rested after three days, the once again eight companions (including Morn) set out on the final leg of the journey to Myth Drannor.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Celtavian, post: 1188793, member: 5834"] [b]On the way to Myth Drannor continued...[/b] With the number of skilled woodsman present, it did not take long to pick up on the trail. Braydin and Holly led them in a northwesterly direction. Impressions in the dirt and disturbed flora clearly marked the way. The drow had not taken the time to hide their trail. “Probably didn’t expect there to be any survivors or help this deep in the forest” Holly voiced the obvious. Less than an hour on the trail of the drow the eight companions and Morn came upon a hill of rock well-camouflaged by trees and moss. The soft boot prints continued on around the west side of the hill. “Probably a cave or something on the other side of that rock” said Holly, “Everyone hide amongst the trees. I’m going to look for a cave.” “I’ll go with” said Braydin. “As will I” said Morn. He was eager to get the sons of bitches that murdered his friends. The three of them used the hill of rock as cover and quietly moved around the west side following the boot prints. As they came around the hill it curved back east. There they were barely able to make out a cave entrance well-shrouded by the hanging branches of several oak trees. “I don’t see any guards” whispered Holly. “I’m going in for a closer look. Keep an eye out” Braydin whispered back. “Be careful” said Holly. Braydin pulled the hood of his [i]piwafwi[/i] snugly over his head and made his way to the closest oak which stood no more than twenty feet from the cave entrance. He crouched low making himself as small as possible and peered around the trunk. The bark on the trunk felt rough against his cheek. He saw nothing out of the ordinary. The Halfling lowered himself gently to the ground and slowly belly crawled even closer to the entrance. The earth beneath him felt cool and moist. He grinned back at Holly and Morn. ‘Holly worries too much’ he thought to himself after seeing the concerned look on her face. Then he proceeded to crawl right to the very mouth of the entrance examining it for several minutes. Disappointed that he didn’t find any traps or danger, he made his way back to the other two. “Nothing” said Braydin, “Not a damn thing.” “Ok. Let’s get the others” said Holly, “And Braydin, you get that close again and I’ll tie you to a leash.” The eight companions and Morn gathered a ways off to discuss strategy. Unbeknownst to them they had been spotted by the raven familiar of the resident Vhaeraun worshipping drow wizard. The bird did not dally after spotting the party. It flew with haste to warn its master of the intruders. “No visible drow or traps. I didn’t even hear any activity near the entrance” Braydin said. “I say we just rush in and attack” said Vaevictus, “they are probably hiding like cowards.” “As much as you may believe to the contrary, drow are not cowards. If they are hiding, it is in preparation to repel us and not avoid us” said Uthar’zen coldly. “If your people were brave, they would declare open war and fight an honorable battle” said Vaevictus. The eyes of the drow and half-dragon met. Neither feared the other. “Enough of this” said Thourne, “we need not fight amongst ourselves because of the deeds of others. Uthar’zen is right Vaevictus. The drow may be treacherous, but they are no cowards. They are either prepared for us or they are very deep in the cave. Either way, we need to enter somehow.” “I’ll spear-head the attack. If they are waiting in ambush, I have a surprise for them” Vaevictus said confidently. “Sounds good to me” said Holly. “Me to” said Kaela, “Let Vaevictus go first. He’s the strongest.” Thourne looked at her sister. Phallon signed agreement. “Vaevictus will lead. We will follow and fight our way in. I’m sure they are ready for us, but I can’t think of a better way to enter given that we do not have the Art to conceal our passage.” “On to it then” said Vaevictus as he drew forth his greatsword. The eight companions and Morn made their way in force to the cave entrance. Vaevictus stormed into the cave followed by Braydin, Morn and Uthar’zen in the second rank, Holly and Thourne in the third rank, and the Kaela and Phallon in the fourth rank. Celtavian stayed outside the cave. Thourne’s first fear was realized: the drow were prepared for them. There waiting were a line of drow archers. A storm of arrows filled the tunnel glancing off Vaevictus’s heavy plate armor and tough half-dragon hide. He did not hesitate as he moved forward and breathed. Whoosh. A cone of silvery cold washed over the drow. When the cloud cleared, frozen drow bodies covered the floor before them. The still standing drow cast down their bows and drew shortswords. Vaevictus laughed aloud, “What now drow? We are upon you. Prepare for justice!” A small fiery bead shedding a minute amount of light sped out from the darkness. Vaevictus watched it fly overhead knowing full well what it meant. “Incoming” he shouted as he braced for the explosion. A thunderous roar followed by searing orange pain filled the tunnel. Only Braydin, Morn and Uthar’zen managed to avoid the [i]fireball[/i]. “I’m hurt” cried Kaela, “I need healing.” Her robes were smoking and her hair was burnt a few lengths shorter than before. “I’m coming” called Holly. Vaevictus thrust forward, “TO BATTLE!!!” The half-dragon cut a swath through the lesser drow warriors. Braydin, Uthar’zen and Morn followed with the twins singing, “Eilistraee, Eilistraee” while bringing up the rear. Braydin winced in pain as from the shadows stepped a drow male wielding a rapier with a now bloody point. “Welcome” said the drow. Halfling and drow fenced rapier to rapier while bandying witty vituperations. Their blades met and parted like two dancers practicing a choreographed routine. Behind the remaining drow warriors stood two drow males, one in the robes of a wizard and the other in Chainmail wielding a shortsword. The drow in Chainmail shouted commands in a strange tongue to the drow warriors, then said a prayer directed at Vaevictus. It had no effect on the half-dragon. Two large spidery creatures with the torso and head of a drow, a male and a female, crawled from the darkness. “Driders…leave them to me” said Uthar’zen as he tumbled past the intervening drow warriors and engaged the male drider who was surrounded by shifting [i]mirror images[/i] moving in and out of each other confusing and confounding his blade. He slowly whittled the images down one by one until only the drider remained. It quickly erected a new set of [i]mirror images[/i]. Uthar’zen sighed. Celtavian entered the cave and made his way down the tunnel with his trusty [i]wand of magic missiles[/i] in hand. He came upon the battle and calmly watched waiting for a moment when his Art might be most effective. A short and chaotic fight ensued that left only the drow in Chainmail and the two Driders standing. Kaela had expended most of her Art slaying the drow wizard and had no more to unleash. The drow in Chainmail called out. The female drider came chanting prayers to Lolth to reinvigorate her beleaguered leader. Braydin and Morn had slain the rapier-wielding drow. Morn had taken the worst of that fight and could provide little help against the remaining enemies. Holly called upon Shaundakul healing Vaevictus of his wounds. The twins were busy tending to their own injuries. Uthar’zen battled the male drider. Vaevictus was fighting the female drider and the drow in Chainmail at the same time. Braydin attacked the drow in Chainmail. He shuffled back and forth trying to flank with Vaevictus. The drow in chainmail signed to the male drider. It moved past Uthar’zen confident its [i]mirror images[/i] would protect it and flanked the Halfling. Braydin felt the sting of a shortsword at his back. He spun around to defend himself. The drow in Chainmail took advantage of the opening and jammed his razor-sharp shortsword in the Halflings neck. Braydin dropped his rapier and grabbed his neck in a feeble attempt to staunch the flow of blood, then fell to the ground twitching. “BRAYDIN!! NOOOOO!” Holly cut down the drow in Chainmail with one blow, and then mercilessly butchered the fallen drow like a piece of meat. Vaevictus finished off the female drider. The twins called upon Eilistraee to heal Braydin. It was of no avail, the Halfling was dead. The male drider cast a spell and disappeared before Uthar’zen’s eyes. “It is escaping, stop it” yelled Uthar’zen. Covered in blood Holly cast down her sword and cradled Braydin’s head. She wept. The Halfling was her best friend out of all her companions and now he was dead. The twins wept also saddened by the loss of such a bright life. Even Vaevictus and Morn were stunned by the mournful revelation. Celtavian watched the magical aura of the creature as it moved towards the cave entrance. Uthar’zen chased it swinging at the air. The blue-eyed mage’s quiet voice pierced the heavy sorrow that had come over the now seven companions and Morn, “Thourne, you wield the [i]faerie fire[/i], correct?” Thourne looked at the mage through tear-filled eyes and nodded numbly. “I need you to use it quickly. Cast it at the stone wall that blocks the tunnel from this cave” said Celtavian. “There is no stone wall…” Celtavian cast a minor image shaping the illusion into a stone wall that completely blocked the tunnel. The drider halted. “Now Thourne…cast the [i]faerie fire[/i] about ten feet from the wall” Celtavian said calmly. Thourne ran to the tunnel. She extended her hand and a burst of pallid violet light danced about the illusionary wall. The faint violet luminescent outline of the Drider appeared. Uthar’zen, Vaevictus and Morn sped down the tunnel and slew it. Uthar'zen spit on the corpse of the drider, "All our dead now, just as they deserve. No mercy requested, no mercy given." He sheathed his blade and returned to the others. Vaevictus and Morn followed. “I haven’t the Power to call his spirit back” said Holly as tears streamed down her cheeks, “We’re going to have to bury him here, we can’t take his body back to Shadowdale. We’re too deep in the forest.” “The Cormanthor is a good place to bury a fallen friend. Many worthy folk lie beneath the soil of the Cormanthor, or so the tales say” said Phallon. The twins and Holly cleaned and healed Braydin’s body. They took what gear might be useful to another and left with him his rapier and armor. Vaevictus dug a small grave. Braydin was wrapped in his cloak and laid within it. They marked his resting place with a large rock and Holly scratched into the stone the following epitaph: [center][b]Here lies Braydin Bramblefoot A true friend and brave warrior May he rest in peace Born Died Eleasis 17, 1372 Year of Wild Magic[/b][/center] Holly prayed, “Shaundakul, as you watch over the roads this day, I pray that you guide Braydin’s spirit to his rightful place of rest amongst his people and kin. He was a good friend and a brave warrior.” The others paid their respects in the manner appropriate to their beliefs. Braydin was buried. One more adventurer lost to the hidden dangers of the Cormanthor. The seven companions and Morn spent a few uneventful days at the brigand camp. They thoroughly looted the place. The procured the following: two [i]bags of holding[/i] the drow brigands used for transporting stolen booty, a [i]decanter of endless water[/i], a pair of [i]boots of striding and springing[/i] bearing the symbol of Shaundakul (Holly took these), and a new suit of magical [i]everbright[/i] full plate armor for Vaevictus along with a good amount of gold, jewelry and gems. The only other item of note was the shortsword wielded by the drow in chainmail. When Morn had picked it up, its edge had turned dull and common. But in Uthar’zen’s hands the blade was magically sharp. They later found a journal containing an entry about the sword by a fellow named Alak: [i]Uktar 4, 1341… That miserable Halfling slave stole my sword and cut me with it. A curse upon all Halflings and small folk. This is the fourth time my blade has been taken by another and used against me. It will not happen again. Only my hand or the hand of another honorable drow male will wield my blade ever again. This I swear. Alak[/i] Thoroughly rested after three days, the once again eight companions (including Morn) set out on the final leg of the journey to Myth Drannor. [/QUOTE]
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