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<blockquote data-quote="Emperor Valerian" data-source="post: 1361581" data-attributes="member: 15043"><p>This is part two of the 02-06 adventure. This section was mostly written by yours truly...</p><p></p><p><strong>Crushing the Fist of Hextor</strong></p><p></p><p>“They’re about a subtle as a dragon rampaging through a stained glass window,” Tess groaned at the shouts from the Imperial troops on the other side. Crashing noises issued forth, and shouts became apparent from down below.</p><p></p><p>“Grumki will do forward... the strength of Kord needs no quiet!” the half orcs deep bass rumbled, and he pushed his way to the front, trotting down the stares and to Tess’ horror swinging his axe with all the might his massive frame could must.</p><p></p><p>With an enormous crash of noise and exploding wood, the small back door to the temple shattered and broke off its hinges. </p><p></p><p>"There's the good way, the great way, and then there's the Grumki way!" Shaun grinned as the party rushed through the opening.</p><p></p><p>Inside, the party was greeted with the sight of 13 shocked faces; one was clearly clad in deep crimson and yellow robes... obviously the head cleric. He stood, his face confused, behind a large altar.</p><p></p><p>Next to him stood three large, burly men, clade in blood red scale mail... the blackguards of Hextor. Within the second, their swords, also colored deep red, were drawn, and they were rushing forwards.</p><p></p><p>Three others stood clustered protectively around the cleric and the blackguards. They were not nearly as well armed, with mundane looking short swords. Three men clad in robes not nearly as rich as the clerics also looked on in shock, as well as what appeared to be three commoners. Loud noises of fighting and battle eminated from a large doorway on the left side of the room.</p><p></p><p>Grumki undiplomatically growls, and charges into the chaotic room, the impetour Siabrey on his heels, her single golden braid dancing in the wind behind her. As they rush forward, Shaun’s form slides between them, rushing towards the closest blackguard of Hextor.</p><p></p><p>The party looked on in shock, as Shaun’s form slipped forward, seemingly unarmed, dashing forward at rapid speed. Before a cry of warning could come to any of their lips, there was a flash of movement. None of their eyes were fast enough to see exactly <em>what</em> Shaun did, but they easily saw the results, as the blackguard stumbled, and fell backwards, Shaun’s dagger having shattered its larynx and slashed through both of his jugulars. (ah... <em>flick of the wrist</em>)</p><p></p><p>With an infuriated snarl, the priest of Hextor pushed past his stunned charges, and reaches out towards Shaun. The rogue reacted quickly, slashing his knife forward, cutting the priest’s hand that was nearing his shoulder. The cleric was far too focused in hate to notice this minor annoyance, and Shaun’s shoulder began to burn furiously. The smell of smoke and charred flesh filled the room as the battle turned into an earnest brawl.</p><p></p><p>Shaun fell back from the cleric, his left shoulder badly burned, the charred outline of a hand emblazoned through his leather tunic and onto his skin. The stunned Hextorites now finally began to react, and within seconds Siabrey found herself surrounded as Pellaron charged into the room, his blade drawn dangerously, with Lucius following suit.</p><p></p><p>One of the blackguards swung and Siabrey almost immediately, and the loud ringing of clashing blades echoed about the shouts and din as her katana matched his move. After parrying his blow, she slid her sword down the length of his blade with lightning speed, and a quick flick of her wrist removed some of his fingers. As he dropped his blade to scream in pain, she spun her body around, her sword slashing with the full force of a massive whirlwind. Her sharpened blade easily and cleanly severed his head from his body with the ease that a surgeon hundreds of years in the future would wield a scalpel.</p><p></p><p>Elenya for her part stands in the doorway, and extends her hands. A small ray of blue lashes forth, and frost forms on the mustache of the warrior nearest to Siabrey. Frustrated, Elenya shouts her disappointment to Tess.</p><p></p><p>“I can’t do anything! I don’t know enough!”</p><p></p><p>“Elenya! Every bit helps, dear!” Tess called back in desperation as she hurriedly began to summon her voice. With new courage in her heart, Elenya began readying another shot of her main spell.</p><p></p><p>Pellaron’s blade did not remain quiet, and as Siabrey downed one of the blackguards, Pellaron’s wicked sword found one of the enemy warriors. His main blade gutted the man through the stomach, and as he reeled, Pellarons spun his blade around till the smaller blade behind the hilt removed the man’s throat cleanly. </p><p></p><p>As Pellaron did so, one of the blackguards then swung at the paladin from the side. His blade caught momentarily deep in his quarry’s jugular, Pellaron was unable to block the assault, and a longsword slashed into his shoulder and side, and Pellaron staggered away, grunting hard.</p><p></p><p>Shaun meanwhile dropped his dagger, and with his rapier slashed into the priest. His lunge went true, and with a thrust that would have made a salon master pround, Shaun’s blade went through the priest’ stomach. The priest, mounting in his fury and now his pain, began making arcane moves over his body. </p><p></p><p><em>We can’t have that,</em> Tess thought, seeing full well how badly the priest had hurt Shaun. Her voice rose high and clear in the air, as mountain water falls from the purest spring... its sheer purity and clarity held the cleric momentarily in place. His head then began to shake, his eyes vibrating till they fell out, momentarily before his head exploded, which covered all the party members in the room as well as all of the bad guys in bits of goo and brains.</p><p></p><p>Siabrey’s tenous positions became even worse, as she found herself under attack from three sources. One of the lesser clerics, an adept, formed a small ball of fire in his hands, which he shot at Siabrey. The fighter notices a <em>whump</em> as something hit her from behind, but her tough skin shrugged off the hit as if nothing happened (heat resistance 5). To make matters worse, the commoner to her front, far from running or mildly surrendering as expected, drew a dagger, and stabbed her in the shoulder. </p><p></p><p>The blade was small, and her armor was thick, so little real damage was done... save distacting her while the warrior behind her stabbed her in the back with a short sword. Once again, Heraclius’ armor took most of the blow for Siabrey, but nonetheless, she felt the blow and shooting pain run up her left lower back as the blade was pulled out.</p><p></p><p>Lucius meanwhile had already extended his hand towards one of the commoners, a white ball of energy forming within his grasp. With a shout, it flies forth, striking the commoner full in the chest and burning through his now descicated corpse. Almost before Lucius can do anything, the blackguard that struck Pellaron stabs Lucius deep in the back, and to the party’s alarm they see his armor lurch forward as the blade pierces <em>through</em> the entirety of the young man’s body, coming out just above his navel. Lucius staggered forward, gasping for air. <em>Oh god no!</em> was all that ran through Siabrey’s mind, despite the pain of being stabbed twice.</p><p></p><p>Furious, Grumki surged forward, his warhammer crushing the skull of one warrior before he launched a charge at the blackguard menacing behind Lucius. “You have angered me, Hextor devil!” Grumki’s bass rung out.</p><p></p><p>Tess, still far behind the party but well within range, brings her voice to a rising C note, focusing her next two notes on one of the adepts and the warrior that just backstabbed Siabrey. AS her note rises to a high soprano, the censer the adept had been holding to release incense began to vibrate. Unnoticed by most of the party, it started whirling in the air, before wrapping around the adepts neck; a sick cracking noise marked when the vile fellow’s neck was broken as the censer’s chain crushed his windpipe. The warrior’s sword, simultaneously, shook itself violently in his hand... shaking closer and closer to his face, before sawing it in half. Once again, Siabrey, Pellaron, Shaun, Elenya and Lucius found themselves covered in nasties.</p><p></p><p>Furiously trying to make her way towards Lucius, Siabrye slashes left and right, downing the commoner to her front, and begins making a mad dash across the room, somehow dodging the blades of all of her opponents. “Hold on, Lucius! I”m coming! Hold on!” she called in panicked desperation.</p><p></p><p>Shaun had now recovered from the horrible burning the cleric had given him, and even as Tess began to call out for the party to take prisoners, Shaun’s rapier removed an adepts jaw before removing his liver and kidneys as well. Grumki’s warhammer, in the meantime, had found its target in the last of the blackguard’s skulls. The man’s skull was driven several inches down into his body; his spine shattered beyond belief, his broken form sank to the floor.</p><p></p><p>Lucius meanwhile had recovered enough to hear Tess’ call, and swing with the flat of his sword against the last adept near him. The blow was easily strong enough to knock the man unconscious, and sent him sprawling.</p><p></p><p>The two remaining commoners fought on, despite the odds. One managed to connect with his dagger, stabbing the already very bloody Siabrey in the upper arm, causing her to yelp in pain. Lucius, his mind filled with fury, then lunged forward, his bastard sword above his head. The blade cam crashing down just in front of Siabrey, and the offending commoner’s body was now split in twain from his liver to the top of his skull, the two partial halves landing at unnerving angles as his body fell. Before Lucius could swing at the other commoner that had attacked Siabrey, she knocked him unconscious with the flat of her katana.</p><p></p><p>Surveying the thoroughly gruesome carnage, the party gasped for air, the distant and quieting noise of battle slowly fading from the doorway.</p><p></p><p><em>Oh no! The Imperial troops! Do they need help?</em> Tess panicked, before running out to find out.</p><p></p><p>Siabrey groaned loudly meanwhile. <em>My armor... my face, my hands... my HAIR for crying out loud is covered in blood and bits of brains! I need a bath.... bad...</em> As she looked about the party, she saw everyone needed one, and her heart filled with relief as Grumki started taking care of Lucius’ grievous wound; one that was bad enough that the half orc had to remove his armor for a bit.</p><p></p><p><em>He’s covered as well,</em> Siabrey noted, <em>He should probably wash off as...</em></p><p>Her mind stopped for a second, and more with relief at seeing him ok than any morbid thoughts, her mind thought of a suitable location for the two of them... far away from blood, from carnage... long removed from Hextor... and clothes...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emperor Valerian, post: 1361581, member: 15043"] This is part two of the 02-06 adventure. This section was mostly written by yours truly... [b]Crushing the Fist of Hextor[/b] “They’re about a subtle as a dragon rampaging through a stained glass window,” Tess groaned at the shouts from the Imperial troops on the other side. Crashing noises issued forth, and shouts became apparent from down below. “Grumki will do forward... the strength of Kord needs no quiet!” the half orcs deep bass rumbled, and he pushed his way to the front, trotting down the stares and to Tess’ horror swinging his axe with all the might his massive frame could must. With an enormous crash of noise and exploding wood, the small back door to the temple shattered and broke off its hinges. "There's the good way, the great way, and then there's the Grumki way!" Shaun grinned as the party rushed through the opening. Inside, the party was greeted with the sight of 13 shocked faces; one was clearly clad in deep crimson and yellow robes... obviously the head cleric. He stood, his face confused, behind a large altar. Next to him stood three large, burly men, clade in blood red scale mail... the blackguards of Hextor. Within the second, their swords, also colored deep red, were drawn, and they were rushing forwards. Three others stood clustered protectively around the cleric and the blackguards. They were not nearly as well armed, with mundane looking short swords. Three men clad in robes not nearly as rich as the clerics also looked on in shock, as well as what appeared to be three commoners. Loud noises of fighting and battle eminated from a large doorway on the left side of the room. Grumki undiplomatically growls, and charges into the chaotic room, the impetour Siabrey on his heels, her single golden braid dancing in the wind behind her. As they rush forward, Shaun’s form slides between them, rushing towards the closest blackguard of Hextor. The party looked on in shock, as Shaun’s form slipped forward, seemingly unarmed, dashing forward at rapid speed. Before a cry of warning could come to any of their lips, there was a flash of movement. None of their eyes were fast enough to see exactly [i]what[/i] Shaun did, but they easily saw the results, as the blackguard stumbled, and fell backwards, Shaun’s dagger having shattered its larynx and slashed through both of his jugulars. (ah... [i]flick of the wrist[/i]) With an infuriated snarl, the priest of Hextor pushed past his stunned charges, and reaches out towards Shaun. The rogue reacted quickly, slashing his knife forward, cutting the priest’s hand that was nearing his shoulder. The cleric was far too focused in hate to notice this minor annoyance, and Shaun’s shoulder began to burn furiously. The smell of smoke and charred flesh filled the room as the battle turned into an earnest brawl. Shaun fell back from the cleric, his left shoulder badly burned, the charred outline of a hand emblazoned through his leather tunic and onto his skin. The stunned Hextorites now finally began to react, and within seconds Siabrey found herself surrounded as Pellaron charged into the room, his blade drawn dangerously, with Lucius following suit. One of the blackguards swung and Siabrey almost immediately, and the loud ringing of clashing blades echoed about the shouts and din as her katana matched his move. After parrying his blow, she slid her sword down the length of his blade with lightning speed, and a quick flick of her wrist removed some of his fingers. As he dropped his blade to scream in pain, she spun her body around, her sword slashing with the full force of a massive whirlwind. Her sharpened blade easily and cleanly severed his head from his body with the ease that a surgeon hundreds of years in the future would wield a scalpel. Elenya for her part stands in the doorway, and extends her hands. A small ray of blue lashes forth, and frost forms on the mustache of the warrior nearest to Siabrey. Frustrated, Elenya shouts her disappointment to Tess. “I can’t do anything! I don’t know enough!” “Elenya! Every bit helps, dear!” Tess called back in desperation as she hurriedly began to summon her voice. With new courage in her heart, Elenya began readying another shot of her main spell. Pellaron’s blade did not remain quiet, and as Siabrey downed one of the blackguards, Pellaron’s wicked sword found one of the enemy warriors. His main blade gutted the man through the stomach, and as he reeled, Pellarons spun his blade around till the smaller blade behind the hilt removed the man’s throat cleanly. As Pellaron did so, one of the blackguards then swung at the paladin from the side. His blade caught momentarily deep in his quarry’s jugular, Pellaron was unable to block the assault, and a longsword slashed into his shoulder and side, and Pellaron staggered away, grunting hard. Shaun meanwhile dropped his dagger, and with his rapier slashed into the priest. His lunge went true, and with a thrust that would have made a salon master pround, Shaun’s blade went through the priest’ stomach. The priest, mounting in his fury and now his pain, began making arcane moves over his body. [i]We can’t have that,[/i] Tess thought, seeing full well how badly the priest had hurt Shaun. Her voice rose high and clear in the air, as mountain water falls from the purest spring... its sheer purity and clarity held the cleric momentarily in place. His head then began to shake, his eyes vibrating till they fell out, momentarily before his head exploded, which covered all the party members in the room as well as all of the bad guys in bits of goo and brains. Siabrey’s tenous positions became even worse, as she found herself under attack from three sources. One of the lesser clerics, an adept, formed a small ball of fire in his hands, which he shot at Siabrey. The fighter notices a [i]whump[/i] as something hit her from behind, but her tough skin shrugged off the hit as if nothing happened (heat resistance 5). To make matters worse, the commoner to her front, far from running or mildly surrendering as expected, drew a dagger, and stabbed her in the shoulder. The blade was small, and her armor was thick, so little real damage was done... save distacting her while the warrior behind her stabbed her in the back with a short sword. Once again, Heraclius’ armor took most of the blow for Siabrey, but nonetheless, she felt the blow and shooting pain run up her left lower back as the blade was pulled out. Lucius meanwhile had already extended his hand towards one of the commoners, a white ball of energy forming within his grasp. With a shout, it flies forth, striking the commoner full in the chest and burning through his now descicated corpse. Almost before Lucius can do anything, the blackguard that struck Pellaron stabs Lucius deep in the back, and to the party’s alarm they see his armor lurch forward as the blade pierces [i]through[/i] the entirety of the young man’s body, coming out just above his navel. Lucius staggered forward, gasping for air. [i]Oh god no![/i] was all that ran through Siabrey’s mind, despite the pain of being stabbed twice. Furious, Grumki surged forward, his warhammer crushing the skull of one warrior before he launched a charge at the blackguard menacing behind Lucius. “You have angered me, Hextor devil!” Grumki’s bass rung out. Tess, still far behind the party but well within range, brings her voice to a rising C note, focusing her next two notes on one of the adepts and the warrior that just backstabbed Siabrey. AS her note rises to a high soprano, the censer the adept had been holding to release incense began to vibrate. Unnoticed by most of the party, it started whirling in the air, before wrapping around the adepts neck; a sick cracking noise marked when the vile fellow’s neck was broken as the censer’s chain crushed his windpipe. The warrior’s sword, simultaneously, shook itself violently in his hand... shaking closer and closer to his face, before sawing it in half. Once again, Siabrey, Pellaron, Shaun, Elenya and Lucius found themselves covered in nasties. Furiously trying to make her way towards Lucius, Siabrye slashes left and right, downing the commoner to her front, and begins making a mad dash across the room, somehow dodging the blades of all of her opponents. “Hold on, Lucius! I”m coming! Hold on!” she called in panicked desperation. Shaun had now recovered from the horrible burning the cleric had given him, and even as Tess began to call out for the party to take prisoners, Shaun’s rapier removed an adepts jaw before removing his liver and kidneys as well. Grumki’s warhammer, in the meantime, had found its target in the last of the blackguard’s skulls. The man’s skull was driven several inches down into his body; his spine shattered beyond belief, his broken form sank to the floor. Lucius meanwhile had recovered enough to hear Tess’ call, and swing with the flat of his sword against the last adept near him. The blow was easily strong enough to knock the man unconscious, and sent him sprawling. The two remaining commoners fought on, despite the odds. One managed to connect with his dagger, stabbing the already very bloody Siabrey in the upper arm, causing her to yelp in pain. Lucius, his mind filled with fury, then lunged forward, his bastard sword above his head. The blade cam crashing down just in front of Siabrey, and the offending commoner’s body was now split in twain from his liver to the top of his skull, the two partial halves landing at unnerving angles as his body fell. Before Lucius could swing at the other commoner that had attacked Siabrey, she knocked him unconscious with the flat of her katana. Surveying the thoroughly gruesome carnage, the party gasped for air, the distant and quieting noise of battle slowly fading from the doorway. [i]Oh no! The Imperial troops! Do they need help?[/i] Tess panicked, before running out to find out. Siabrey groaned loudly meanwhile. [i]My armor... my face, my hands... my HAIR for crying out loud is covered in blood and bits of brains! I need a bath.... bad...[/i] As she looked about the party, she saw everyone needed one, and her heart filled with relief as Grumki started taking care of Lucius’ grievous wound; one that was bad enough that the half orc had to remove his armor for a bit. [i]He’s covered as well,[/i] Siabrey noted, [i]He should probably wash off as...[/i] Her mind stopped for a second, and more with relief at seeing him ok than any morbid thoughts, her mind thought of a suitable location for the two of them... far away from blood, from carnage... long removed from Hextor... and clothes... [/QUOTE]
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