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Justicar's Bastion - Eagle Elf [Updated 5th Dec 06]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3112698" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Inadvertant Rescue</strong></p><p></p><p>Bjorn felt bad. Thrown up by a troll bad. Dwarven ale did that to you if you drank it in large quantities. With only a few hours to live, what more was a good Olmec warrior expected to do? Most of them drank maybe one or two flagons, with Krunk joining him in finishing the rest. Ra prayed in the corner to his Sun god and had declined any strong drink. What good would praying ever get you in a place like this? And what sort of name was Ra? Apparently some ancient god from another world. Likely tale!</p><p></p><p>The food had still been bad. Not grey mush bad like they had every day. Bjorn had vague memories of discussions about where the everyday gruel came from. Layla maintained they came from magic spoons! Nice girl. Strange in the head, but nice. He was sure he had challenged some one to a wrestling match. Maybe one of their undead guards? He had been dreaming of the verdant jungles of home. And strangling his twin if he ever found him. Something had woken him. And now someone was poking him. Apparently with a shard of wood.</p><p></p><p>"Can't you hear it" Cade shouted in his ear. As the halfling was due to be entombed in earth and starved, Bjorn felt little need to pummel him as he normally would. Then he too made out distinct noises through the haze of strong drink. Fighting! The clash of metal on metal! Maybe they could escape! Their silent guards had gone! It was time to try something with the door. A few minutes later Cade had failed several times at picking the lock and berserker and halforc were bruised from trying to force the barred iron door. </p><p></p><p>A burst of light flared into the corridor beyond them, Cade calling out that he had seen an entomber destroyed by the searing ray. Then there were dwarves and humans rushing past their cell, all wearing the distinct shining symbol of Sun. Bjorn slapped himself to make sure this wasn't another drunken vision as the others cried out to be released. Maybe these were answering the prayers of Ra. Maybe these were their saviours.</p><p></p><p>A human priest in golden chainmail paused to scan those in Bjorn's cell, seeking for something in particular. More invaders rushed past, large yellow-brown dogs, armoured centaurs, some elves and humans bearing the symbols of Stars and Moon among the warriors of Sun. "Release these, I sense the Sun among them", their saviour directed a plated human, clutching a burning sword to Bjorn's cell. </p><p></p><p>A few minutes later, sacks had been found with their belongings and distributed among them. Bjorn had strapped on his leather armour and had his sword in his hands once more. It felt good to clutch steel and better to know that foes were near. He could feel a drunken rage coming on, ready to release the pent anger from many days imprisoned. The warrior with the flaming sword was Masym, a powerful priest who had broken the magical wards protecting their cell. Covered head to toe in metal plates, Bjorn was glad to have him as an ally. Masym's tabard bore a flaming sword too, the symbol of Fire to those of the northern lands.</p><p></p><p>Bjorn paid little attention to what the others were saying as they moved through the passages of the prison, toward freedom. Something about a rescue attempt for a priest of Sun. It mattered little to the Olmec why they were here, it was enough that he was free. </p><p>Following the light of Masym's sword and Ra's glowing shield, time started to blur for Bjorn as a red mist masked his vision. There was a warning of foes nearby and the priest of Fire left them for a time.</p><p></p><p>In a blur of bones, blood, steel and war-cries, Bjorn fought alongside his six companions for the first time. At the end of it they were victorious, two skeletal fiends lay broken among the flagstones and the clockwork remains of several small flying beasts were scattered throughout the corridor. Layla and Cade staggered a little, poisoned by the stingers of the golems, but hale nonetheless. Ra paused to tend to the wounds of the injured before Masym called for them to follow once more. </p><p></p><p>While they ran Bjorn took stock of his companions. Sam wore the heaviest armour, carrying longsword and shield at the ready. Krunk and Derris also stood out as warriors, the former toting a wicked scythe and the latter a thin, stabbing sword. Layla was a witch of some sort, her magics of little use to those beyond death. The halfling wore no armour, moving stealthily with a bow at the ready, and Ra was their saviour, whose prayers had brought Sun to their aid. For the moment, these were his allies, and he was proud to stand among them.</p><p></p><p>More twists and turns brought them to a large courtyard, covered in bones and ash of the fallen. A great bronze-scaled winged lizard regarded them, speaking briefly to Masym and indicating the twisted front gates of the Bastion. Once outside Bjorn was bewildered by a landscape of giant cogs, wheels and axles. He had little time to consider the vision as the priest of Fire bade them join hands, Masym's chanting ringing in his ears as the world faded into grey. They had escaped from the Bastion of the Justicars. And they were alive to tell the tale.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3112698, member: 18108"] [B]Inadvertant Rescue[/B] Bjorn felt bad. Thrown up by a troll bad. Dwarven ale did that to you if you drank it in large quantities. With only a few hours to live, what more was a good Olmec warrior expected to do? Most of them drank maybe one or two flagons, with Krunk joining him in finishing the rest. Ra prayed in the corner to his Sun god and had declined any strong drink. What good would praying ever get you in a place like this? And what sort of name was Ra? Apparently some ancient god from another world. Likely tale! The food had still been bad. Not grey mush bad like they had every day. Bjorn had vague memories of discussions about where the everyday gruel came from. Layla maintained they came from magic spoons! Nice girl. Strange in the head, but nice. He was sure he had challenged some one to a wrestling match. Maybe one of their undead guards? He had been dreaming of the verdant jungles of home. And strangling his twin if he ever found him. Something had woken him. And now someone was poking him. Apparently with a shard of wood. "Can't you hear it" Cade shouted in his ear. As the halfling was due to be entombed in earth and starved, Bjorn felt little need to pummel him as he normally would. Then he too made out distinct noises through the haze of strong drink. Fighting! The clash of metal on metal! Maybe they could escape! Their silent guards had gone! It was time to try something with the door. A few minutes later Cade had failed several times at picking the lock and berserker and halforc were bruised from trying to force the barred iron door. A burst of light flared into the corridor beyond them, Cade calling out that he had seen an entomber destroyed by the searing ray. Then there were dwarves and humans rushing past their cell, all wearing the distinct shining symbol of Sun. Bjorn slapped himself to make sure this wasn't another drunken vision as the others cried out to be released. Maybe these were answering the prayers of Ra. Maybe these were their saviours. A human priest in golden chainmail paused to scan those in Bjorn's cell, seeking for something in particular. More invaders rushed past, large yellow-brown dogs, armoured centaurs, some elves and humans bearing the symbols of Stars and Moon among the warriors of Sun. "Release these, I sense the Sun among them", their saviour directed a plated human, clutching a burning sword to Bjorn's cell. A few minutes later, sacks had been found with their belongings and distributed among them. Bjorn had strapped on his leather armour and had his sword in his hands once more. It felt good to clutch steel and better to know that foes were near. He could feel a drunken rage coming on, ready to release the pent anger from many days imprisoned. The warrior with the flaming sword was Masym, a powerful priest who had broken the magical wards protecting their cell. Covered head to toe in metal plates, Bjorn was glad to have him as an ally. Masym's tabard bore a flaming sword too, the symbol of Fire to those of the northern lands. Bjorn paid little attention to what the others were saying as they moved through the passages of the prison, toward freedom. Something about a rescue attempt for a priest of Sun. It mattered little to the Olmec why they were here, it was enough that he was free. Following the light of Masym's sword and Ra's glowing shield, time started to blur for Bjorn as a red mist masked his vision. There was a warning of foes nearby and the priest of Fire left them for a time. In a blur of bones, blood, steel and war-cries, Bjorn fought alongside his six companions for the first time. At the end of it they were victorious, two skeletal fiends lay broken among the flagstones and the clockwork remains of several small flying beasts were scattered throughout the corridor. Layla and Cade staggered a little, poisoned by the stingers of the golems, but hale nonetheless. Ra paused to tend to the wounds of the injured before Masym called for them to follow once more. While they ran Bjorn took stock of his companions. Sam wore the heaviest armour, carrying longsword and shield at the ready. Krunk and Derris also stood out as warriors, the former toting a wicked scythe and the latter a thin, stabbing sword. Layla was a witch of some sort, her magics of little use to those beyond death. The halfling wore no armour, moving stealthily with a bow at the ready, and Ra was their saviour, whose prayers had brought Sun to their aid. For the moment, these were his allies, and he was proud to stand among them. More twists and turns brought them to a large courtyard, covered in bones and ash of the fallen. A great bronze-scaled winged lizard regarded them, speaking briefly to Masym and indicating the twisted front gates of the Bastion. Once outside Bjorn was bewildered by a landscape of giant cogs, wheels and axles. He had little time to consider the vision as the priest of Fire bade them join hands, Masym's chanting ringing in his ears as the world faded into grey. They had escaped from the Bastion of the Justicars. And they were alive to tell the tale. [/QUOTE]
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