JollyDoc
Explorer
WRATH OF THE TWICE-BORN
It was touch and go for several tense minutes, but Selena was finally able to break the enchantment laid upon Velox. While she worked, Mox and the others examined the other exits leading from the room where they’d fought the golem. The hallway which the derghodaemon had guarded had ended at another magically locked door, but Mox had run out of spells to remove the enchantment, and so the group was forced to backtrack.
Once Velox was back on his feet, they headed south through one of the sets of doors Mox had previously dealt with. They opened onto another web and mist filled hall, but this one was blessedly empty of demons. A short flight of stairs led them down to a short passage that emerged into huge natural cavern supported by a single, immense pillar of stone. To the west rose a high ridge capped by a small forest of stalagmites. Davrim and Velox were the first out of the tunnel, and so it was they who first spotted the shadowy movement among the stalagmites. When they emerged, they at first appeared to be warriors clad in archaic mail. It was only when they moved into the light that it became apparent that, whatever they may have been in life, they were no longer human. They were mostly skeletal, but still had remnants of moist flesh clinging to their bones. Their armor was pitted and rusted, as were the greatswords that hung at their belts. Each of them clutched a long horn bow in their bony fingers.
The skeletal warriors stepped to the edge of the ridge, and knocked their arrows with an eerie uniformity. Before they could draw back their strings, however, Velox raised his hand and conjured a wall of crackling flame that engulfed them all. Behind him, Selena stepped out of the passage and added her own fiery barrage to the carnage. Half of the warriors collapsed into charred embers. The others, though they were still ablaze, raised their bows and loosed. Their aim was deadly accurate, with arrows taking Davrim, Velox and Stevhan, though none of them critical. That, however, was their last hurrah. A moment later, the flames claimed them as well.
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Another set of iron doors led from the cavern to yet another misty, bewebbed passage, which in turn opened into an immense chamber. Two churning fountains took up alcoves on either side, their water cascading down the faces of beautifully rendered maidens as if they were crying for the souls lost in battle. Directly ahead, four rows of intricately carved columns reached deeper into the chamber, resembling armed soldiers kneeling in honor of the massive statue of Gorum at the chamber’s far end. A set of stairs descended into a passageway on the far side. An elderly gentleman stood before the stairs. He was dressed cured hides and feathers, and held a long spear in one hand like a staff.
“I am Zorek,” he intoned gravely, his accent heavy and archaic. “You stand in the temple of the Iron Lord, and I am His chosen guardian. You would not be here had you not proved yourself worthy by surviving His challenges, but I must pose you a final one before you go any further. I will hear your tale, and if I judge it worthy, then you may continue on your way.”
“Has a man calling himself Armag passed this way?” Mox asked.
“That is not for me to say,” Zorek replied. “Perhaps you may find the answer for yourself. Perhaps not. Now…your tale.”
“Well,” Mox began, and she launched into the story of what had brought them to their current position, beginning with the attack on Fort Spears.
Zorek listened impassively until Mox finished. He held her gaze for a moment, and then shook his head sadly.
“Alright,” Mox snarled, “we’ve played it your way. Now it’s time to play it ours. We’re going through that door, and if we have to go through you, so be it!”
Zorek nodded in understanding, then raised his arms and immediately grew to twice his height.
“So be it,” he agreed.
Stevhan drew his blade as he charged towards the priest, but while he was still several feet away, he struck what seemed like an invisible wall. Zorek smiled grimly. Mox grimaced, and then hurled her suffocating magic at Zorek. Nothing happened. Selena followed this with a withering ball of flame. As they dissipated, Zorek was slightly singed.
“This isn’t going as planned,” Velox said aside to Mox.
“Shoot the bastard!” Mox commanded.
Stevhan and Davrim both sheathed their blades and grabbed for their bows. In unison, they loosed a withering salvo of arrows. The shafts struck true, and no less than six of them pierced Zorek’s chest. A moment later, Velox unleashed a blast of searing sunlight. Zorek staggered, and blood poured from his lips which, oddly enough, were quirked in a smile.
“Well…done…,” he gasped.
He then gestured, and all his wounds simply vanished, leaving him hale and whole once more.
“Try again,” he grinned.
“You heard him!” Mox screeched. “Hit him again!”
Stevhan and Davrim fired once more, their aims true, but this time, when Zorek prepared to cast another spell, Mox preempted him, sending a fusillade of acidic arcane bolts at the priest. Zorek recoiled at the assault. As he did, the energy shield surrounding him faltered, and at that moment, Velox rushed in, sword drawn. He struck the priest a mighty blow, sending him crashing to the ground. As Zorek struggled to his feet, Mox struck again, this time with a ball of pure acidic vitriol. Zorek’s flesh began to melt from his body.
“Thank you…warriors…,” he wheezed. “Now…I am free…,”
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The final test had been passed. Now nothing stood between the heroes and Armag the Twice-Born. Velox and Davrim rushed down the stairs and shoved the doors open. Flickering braziers cast long shadows across the huge chamber that was revealed, their wavering light gleamed from walls spattered with blood. The air reeked of decay, for the violently hacked bodies of a dozen men lay strewn about the room. A man kneeled on the floor, his back to the doors. A massive blade was grasped in his hands, and it glowed with a hellish crimson light. Between him and the companions stood a row of eight more of the bloody, skeletal warriors. Slowly and deliberately the man stood. He rippled with muscles beneath a breast plate tipped with wicked spikes as he turned towards his enemies. His eyes, beneath his heavy brow, were madness incarnate. As he raised the sword, foam and saliva dripped from his mouth and into his bushy beard.
“Kill!” he growled in a feral voice. “Kill them all!”
As the skeletons lifted their swords and stepped forward, Tungdill raised a wall of fire directly in their path. As they flared alight, the warriors hastily stepped back beyond the flames, and the druid just as quickly dismissed the flames. Velox and Stevhan quickly moved into the breach, just as Selena hurled a fireball directly at Armag. The warlord roared in pain and fury as his skin blistered, but the rage never left his eyes. He stepped forward to meet Stevhan just as the ranger destroyed two of the skeletal fighters with one swing of his blade. Stevhan struggled to parry Armag’s blow, but the massive sword the barbarian bore easily batted his own aside, and carved deeply into the ranger’s shoulder. Stevhan almost imagined he could hear the sword laughing as it soaked in his blood.
As Stevhan staggered back, Velox stepped forward. Armag turned towards him, but as he did so, Velox tangled his own sword with the warlord’s. Armag snarled and jerked his arm back, but when he did, Velox spun away, and his momentum ripped the blade from Armag’s hand and sent it spinning across the room. The oracle then spun back and drove his armored elbow straight into the face of the stunned barbarian. Armag rocked back, and then barked a command at one of his bony minions. The skeleton reached down and retrieved the fallen sword, then moved quickly towards its master. As it came, however, Velox smashed it to flinders, but as it fell, the blade tumbled to Armag’s feet.
Stevhan struggled in vain to staunch the flow of his blood from his arm, but before he could apply a tourniquet, another skeleton lashed out at him. Davrim was quick to come to his comrade’s aid, hacking the automaton apart as it raised its blade again. A moment later, Mox breathed a stream of acid on the remaining skeletons, dissolving them all in one fell swoop. Armag stood alone. The warlord’s eyes flicked towards his weapon, still lying on the ground before him. A moment of doubt flickered across his face, but then he screamed in fury and reached for it. As he did, Stevhan rushed towards him, his sword clutched in his good hand, and brought it crashing down on Armag’s spine. The shattering crack as the bones splintered echoed throughout the chamber. Armag fell, exsanguinating on the floor of his armory, his hand still outstretched towards his sword as he died.
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As Davrim’s hand grasped the pommel of Armag’s blade, his mind was filled with a murderous rage, and more hate than he had ever imagined could exist.
‘I am Ovinrbaane!’ a voice shouted into his brain. ‘The Enemy of All Enemies! You shall now be the Iron Lord’s new Chosen! Wield me, and I shall grant you such powers as you have never dreamed of! All that I demand in return is that you slay…them…ALL!!’
“N…no!” Davrim cried aloud as, with a monumental effort of will, he dropped the sword back to the floor.
“What is it?” Velox asked. “What’s wrong?”
“It…it’s alive!” Davrim exclaimed, pointing towards the sword as he backed away.
“Interesting…,” Selena mused. She began walking towards it.
“Don’t touch it!” Davrim cried.
“I don’t intend to,” the witch said.
She murmured a spell, and a translucent, disembodied hand appeared and laid hold of the blade. Then she opened a large sack that hung from her belt, and the hand dropped the sword in.
“It’ll be safe for the time being,” Selena explained. “This is a bag of holding. The inside of it is actually an extradimensional space. We’ll take the sword back with us to Veritas, where I can study it further. Then we can decide what should be done with it.”
EPILOGUE
The heroes returned the daughters of Fort Drelev to their families, amid great joy and celebration. When they took their leave to return to Kardashia, they promised the townsfolk that they would soon return to help the people rebuild. Along the way home, the companions continued their exploration of Hooktongue Slough, dealing with several hostile denizens as they went. At one point, they found themselves between a band of marauding hill giants and a herd of wild horses. Though in fighting and defeating the giants it was not their specific intent to save their horses, their actions nevertheless resulted in that outcome. Thus, they were somewhat taken aback when the stallion of the herd, a coal black specimen that was the finest example of horseflesh any of them had ever laid eyes on, trotted over to them and began to speak. He introduced himself as Windchaser. He explained that he had been awakened by a druid several years ago, and he pledged his eternal gratitude to the group. Specifically, he offered his services as a mount to Velox, who had unintentionally saved his favorite mare from one of the giants. Velox thanked him for his offer, and said he may one day indeed call upon his services.
Kardashia was unchanged when they arrived home, though the people of Veritas were indeed pleased to see their rulers returned. In the weeks that followed, Selena did indeed research the origins of Ovinrbaane thoroughly, and found that it had been specifically created for the original Armag by Gorum himself. In the end, she and Mox determined that it was too dangerous to keep the weapon, and so they arranged for it to be taken to Absalom and given over to the Pathfinders for safe keeping.
In the months that followed, Velox returned to Fort Drelev, and under his guidance, the town was rebuilt, and the people voted to become part of Kardashia. The oracle also paid a visit to Windchaser, and took the stallion up on his offer, but not to become a mere mount. Instead, Velox saw potential in the horse, and began instructing him in the ways of Iomedae. The legend of Kardashia continued to grow, and peace prevailed in the new kingdom for two years. All along, however, unfriendly eyes watched their progress from Pitax, and plans were laid.
It was touch and go for several tense minutes, but Selena was finally able to break the enchantment laid upon Velox. While she worked, Mox and the others examined the other exits leading from the room where they’d fought the golem. The hallway which the derghodaemon had guarded had ended at another magically locked door, but Mox had run out of spells to remove the enchantment, and so the group was forced to backtrack.
Once Velox was back on his feet, they headed south through one of the sets of doors Mox had previously dealt with. They opened onto another web and mist filled hall, but this one was blessedly empty of demons. A short flight of stairs led them down to a short passage that emerged into huge natural cavern supported by a single, immense pillar of stone. To the west rose a high ridge capped by a small forest of stalagmites. Davrim and Velox were the first out of the tunnel, and so it was they who first spotted the shadowy movement among the stalagmites. When they emerged, they at first appeared to be warriors clad in archaic mail. It was only when they moved into the light that it became apparent that, whatever they may have been in life, they were no longer human. They were mostly skeletal, but still had remnants of moist flesh clinging to their bones. Their armor was pitted and rusted, as were the greatswords that hung at their belts. Each of them clutched a long horn bow in their bony fingers.
The skeletal warriors stepped to the edge of the ridge, and knocked their arrows with an eerie uniformity. Before they could draw back their strings, however, Velox raised his hand and conjured a wall of crackling flame that engulfed them all. Behind him, Selena stepped out of the passage and added her own fiery barrage to the carnage. Half of the warriors collapsed into charred embers. The others, though they were still ablaze, raised their bows and loosed. Their aim was deadly accurate, with arrows taking Davrim, Velox and Stevhan, though none of them critical. That, however, was their last hurrah. A moment later, the flames claimed them as well.
___________________________________________________________
Another set of iron doors led from the cavern to yet another misty, bewebbed passage, which in turn opened into an immense chamber. Two churning fountains took up alcoves on either side, their water cascading down the faces of beautifully rendered maidens as if they were crying for the souls lost in battle. Directly ahead, four rows of intricately carved columns reached deeper into the chamber, resembling armed soldiers kneeling in honor of the massive statue of Gorum at the chamber’s far end. A set of stairs descended into a passageway on the far side. An elderly gentleman stood before the stairs. He was dressed cured hides and feathers, and held a long spear in one hand like a staff.
“I am Zorek,” he intoned gravely, his accent heavy and archaic. “You stand in the temple of the Iron Lord, and I am His chosen guardian. You would not be here had you not proved yourself worthy by surviving His challenges, but I must pose you a final one before you go any further. I will hear your tale, and if I judge it worthy, then you may continue on your way.”
“Has a man calling himself Armag passed this way?” Mox asked.
“That is not for me to say,” Zorek replied. “Perhaps you may find the answer for yourself. Perhaps not. Now…your tale.”
“Well,” Mox began, and she launched into the story of what had brought them to their current position, beginning with the attack on Fort Spears.
Zorek listened impassively until Mox finished. He held her gaze for a moment, and then shook his head sadly.
“Alright,” Mox snarled, “we’ve played it your way. Now it’s time to play it ours. We’re going through that door, and if we have to go through you, so be it!”
Zorek nodded in understanding, then raised his arms and immediately grew to twice his height.
“So be it,” he agreed.
Stevhan drew his blade as he charged towards the priest, but while he was still several feet away, he struck what seemed like an invisible wall. Zorek smiled grimly. Mox grimaced, and then hurled her suffocating magic at Zorek. Nothing happened. Selena followed this with a withering ball of flame. As they dissipated, Zorek was slightly singed.
“This isn’t going as planned,” Velox said aside to Mox.
“Shoot the bastard!” Mox commanded.
Stevhan and Davrim both sheathed their blades and grabbed for their bows. In unison, they loosed a withering salvo of arrows. The shafts struck true, and no less than six of them pierced Zorek’s chest. A moment later, Velox unleashed a blast of searing sunlight. Zorek staggered, and blood poured from his lips which, oddly enough, were quirked in a smile.
“Well…done…,” he gasped.
He then gestured, and all his wounds simply vanished, leaving him hale and whole once more.
“Try again,” he grinned.
“You heard him!” Mox screeched. “Hit him again!”
Stevhan and Davrim fired once more, their aims true, but this time, when Zorek prepared to cast another spell, Mox preempted him, sending a fusillade of acidic arcane bolts at the priest. Zorek recoiled at the assault. As he did, the energy shield surrounding him faltered, and at that moment, Velox rushed in, sword drawn. He struck the priest a mighty blow, sending him crashing to the ground. As Zorek struggled to his feet, Mox struck again, this time with a ball of pure acidic vitriol. Zorek’s flesh began to melt from his body.
“Thank you…warriors…,” he wheezed. “Now…I am free…,”
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The final test had been passed. Now nothing stood between the heroes and Armag the Twice-Born. Velox and Davrim rushed down the stairs and shoved the doors open. Flickering braziers cast long shadows across the huge chamber that was revealed, their wavering light gleamed from walls spattered with blood. The air reeked of decay, for the violently hacked bodies of a dozen men lay strewn about the room. A man kneeled on the floor, his back to the doors. A massive blade was grasped in his hands, and it glowed with a hellish crimson light. Between him and the companions stood a row of eight more of the bloody, skeletal warriors. Slowly and deliberately the man stood. He rippled with muscles beneath a breast plate tipped with wicked spikes as he turned towards his enemies. His eyes, beneath his heavy brow, were madness incarnate. As he raised the sword, foam and saliva dripped from his mouth and into his bushy beard.
“Kill!” he growled in a feral voice. “Kill them all!”
As the skeletons lifted their swords and stepped forward, Tungdill raised a wall of fire directly in their path. As they flared alight, the warriors hastily stepped back beyond the flames, and the druid just as quickly dismissed the flames. Velox and Stevhan quickly moved into the breach, just as Selena hurled a fireball directly at Armag. The warlord roared in pain and fury as his skin blistered, but the rage never left his eyes. He stepped forward to meet Stevhan just as the ranger destroyed two of the skeletal fighters with one swing of his blade. Stevhan struggled to parry Armag’s blow, but the massive sword the barbarian bore easily batted his own aside, and carved deeply into the ranger’s shoulder. Stevhan almost imagined he could hear the sword laughing as it soaked in his blood.
As Stevhan staggered back, Velox stepped forward. Armag turned towards him, but as he did so, Velox tangled his own sword with the warlord’s. Armag snarled and jerked his arm back, but when he did, Velox spun away, and his momentum ripped the blade from Armag’s hand and sent it spinning across the room. The oracle then spun back and drove his armored elbow straight into the face of the stunned barbarian. Armag rocked back, and then barked a command at one of his bony minions. The skeleton reached down and retrieved the fallen sword, then moved quickly towards its master. As it came, however, Velox smashed it to flinders, but as it fell, the blade tumbled to Armag’s feet.
Stevhan struggled in vain to staunch the flow of his blood from his arm, but before he could apply a tourniquet, another skeleton lashed out at him. Davrim was quick to come to his comrade’s aid, hacking the automaton apart as it raised its blade again. A moment later, Mox breathed a stream of acid on the remaining skeletons, dissolving them all in one fell swoop. Armag stood alone. The warlord’s eyes flicked towards his weapon, still lying on the ground before him. A moment of doubt flickered across his face, but then he screamed in fury and reached for it. As he did, Stevhan rushed towards him, his sword clutched in his good hand, and brought it crashing down on Armag’s spine. The shattering crack as the bones splintered echoed throughout the chamber. Armag fell, exsanguinating on the floor of his armory, his hand still outstretched towards his sword as he died.
___________________________________________________________
As Davrim’s hand grasped the pommel of Armag’s blade, his mind was filled with a murderous rage, and more hate than he had ever imagined could exist.
‘I am Ovinrbaane!’ a voice shouted into his brain. ‘The Enemy of All Enemies! You shall now be the Iron Lord’s new Chosen! Wield me, and I shall grant you such powers as you have never dreamed of! All that I demand in return is that you slay…them…ALL!!’
“N…no!” Davrim cried aloud as, with a monumental effort of will, he dropped the sword back to the floor.
“What is it?” Velox asked. “What’s wrong?”
“It…it’s alive!” Davrim exclaimed, pointing towards the sword as he backed away.
“Interesting…,” Selena mused. She began walking towards it.
“Don’t touch it!” Davrim cried.
“I don’t intend to,” the witch said.
She murmured a spell, and a translucent, disembodied hand appeared and laid hold of the blade. Then she opened a large sack that hung from her belt, and the hand dropped the sword in.
“It’ll be safe for the time being,” Selena explained. “This is a bag of holding. The inside of it is actually an extradimensional space. We’ll take the sword back with us to Veritas, where I can study it further. Then we can decide what should be done with it.”
EPILOGUE
The heroes returned the daughters of Fort Drelev to their families, amid great joy and celebration. When they took their leave to return to Kardashia, they promised the townsfolk that they would soon return to help the people rebuild. Along the way home, the companions continued their exploration of Hooktongue Slough, dealing with several hostile denizens as they went. At one point, they found themselves between a band of marauding hill giants and a herd of wild horses. Though in fighting and defeating the giants it was not their specific intent to save their horses, their actions nevertheless resulted in that outcome. Thus, they were somewhat taken aback when the stallion of the herd, a coal black specimen that was the finest example of horseflesh any of them had ever laid eyes on, trotted over to them and began to speak. He introduced himself as Windchaser. He explained that he had been awakened by a druid several years ago, and he pledged his eternal gratitude to the group. Specifically, he offered his services as a mount to Velox, who had unintentionally saved his favorite mare from one of the giants. Velox thanked him for his offer, and said he may one day indeed call upon his services.
Kardashia was unchanged when they arrived home, though the people of Veritas were indeed pleased to see their rulers returned. In the weeks that followed, Selena did indeed research the origins of Ovinrbaane thoroughly, and found that it had been specifically created for the original Armag by Gorum himself. In the end, she and Mox determined that it was too dangerous to keep the weapon, and so they arranged for it to be taken to Absalom and given over to the Pathfinders for safe keeping.
In the months that followed, Velox returned to Fort Drelev, and under his guidance, the town was rebuilt, and the people voted to become part of Kardashia. The oracle also paid a visit to Windchaser, and took the stallion up on his offer, but not to become a mere mount. Instead, Velox saw potential in the horse, and began instructing him in the ways of Iomedae. The legend of Kardashia continued to grow, and peace prevailed in the new kingdom for two years. All along, however, unfriendly eyes watched their progress from Pitax, and plans were laid.