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Justicar's Bastion - Eagle Elf [Updated 5th Dec 06]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3146391" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Spider Powers</strong></p><p></p><p>These kind of surroundings suited Zorbaka, with the stench of death and troglodyte musk complementing the jagged cave surfaces and deafening echoes from the waterfall. The tiefling helped rummage through the possessions and goods loaded onto the troglodyte’s lair, wanting to make sure he got his share of the haul. Layla reckoned on a good price for everything at the markets, but wasn’t so sure on the value of a stirge in a cage. For some reason Krunk had been entrusted with the gemstones and the powers of the magical bag were as yet unknown.</p><p></p><p>Now that the expedition had turned profitable, the adventurers turned the area to their needs, ready to rest well into the next day. As Zorbaka searched for the most comfortable spot, he was overwhelmed by the smells of troglodytes, as more leapt from the concealment of the cave walls. One had antennae jutting from its head, another gift from whatever master watched over them. The battle was swift and bloody, four troglodytes proving no match for the well-armed warriors, even ones tired from a day’s battles.</p><p></p><p>Hoping for no more interruptions, Zorbaka was soon back to his makeshift resting place, deep into another slumber. His sleep was filled with vivid dreams and nightmares, visions of death and misery, blood-soaked demons, horror filled nights, reminders of his fiendish heritage and tests from the powers which granted his magics. Toward the end of his slumber black spiders featured in abundance, with a bite from a red-eyed monstrous specimen jerking him awake, breathing in ragged gasps and terrified. On the top of his right arm he found a jagged bite mark, oozing blood and pus, a gift from unknown beings. </p><p></p><p>Apart from dreams, nothing troubled the warlock and his companions for what he reckoned to be a whole surface day. All were well-rested, except the nomad, who suffered nightmares and talked of deserts and towers of black stone in his sleep. All of them took what they could carry of the troglodytes baggage, leaving little of value for scavengers and other looters. Fully loaded, they went to explore the last sections of the cavern. </p><p></p><p>Zorbaka felt new magics within his being, his fingers and toes coated in an arcane substance, giving him purchase on any surface he touched. His attempts to scale the cavern walls met with total success, his new powers allowing the warlock to hang from the roof of the cave with no difficulty. At the urging of his fellow adventurers, Zorbaka climbed to the giant maw-shaped stalactite hanging from the roof, scouring it for anything of interest.</p><p></p><p>A shimmering light deep in the maw ended at a magical portal, opened without difficulty by the withered hand take from a troglodyte. The chambers beyond were far larger than the stalactite which housed it, the walls made of a gelatinous substance which seemed almost alive. Wreckage lay strewn about the area, once furniture and parts of a laboratory. The tiefling’s magical senses picked out magic among the debris and he set about a search. From nowhere three tall female elves appeared, offering sustenance, but Zorbaka knew them for the apparitions they were, and continued to ransack the abandoned chambers.</p><p>Returning to his waiting companions, he handed over the treasures from above, including a magical mummified hand, several spell pages, a spell scroll and exotic lab equipment. The investigation of the violet light was less rewarding, finding pools of purplish liquid covered in a film of organic material. A thing moved deep below the surface, but none were desperate to take a longer or closer look. With all other areas explored, they moved to investigate the field of giant mushrooms.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf discovered tracks of an insectoid creature, searching where troglodytes had attacked Krunk on entry to the cavern The bodies had been dragged into the area of mushrooms, where the others now intended to pursue it. Zorbaka volunteered to stay and guard the mass of baggage, not wanting to face more dangerous beasts than necessary. Sam stayed with him, no doubt to guard the treasures more than the tiefling. He watched as Snarf hacked at a mushroom, only to quickly grow bored and follow the rest into the underground forest.</p><p></p><p>After a few minutes, Zorbaka and his nomad companion heard the cries of battle as the others found what they sought, followed by a shout of victory from Burc. Moments later they had troubles of their own, as the warlock felt malign magics crushing him. His vision was plunged into darkness and a second assault tried to blast his senses. Sam groaned nearby and Zorbaka sent eldritch blasts blindly in return, dropping to the ground at the sound of arrows whistling nearby. Only when others came crashing from the mushrooms did the attack end, their phantom foe fleeing into the cavern.</p><p></p><p>The darkness did not abate, and the tiefling was left blinded. Magic could possibly lift the affliction, but the priest was not high enough in the favour of his blinding patron to manage such powerful spells. Zorbaka was of no help as heavy bundles and a coffin were carried through twisting tunnels and watery crossings to the surface. Darkness was to be his constant companion for a while longer.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3146391, member: 18108"] [B]Spider Powers[/B] These kind of surroundings suited Zorbaka, with the stench of death and troglodyte musk complementing the jagged cave surfaces and deafening echoes from the waterfall. The tiefling helped rummage through the possessions and goods loaded onto the troglodyte’s lair, wanting to make sure he got his share of the haul. Layla reckoned on a good price for everything at the markets, but wasn’t so sure on the value of a stirge in a cage. For some reason Krunk had been entrusted with the gemstones and the powers of the magical bag were as yet unknown. Now that the expedition had turned profitable, the adventurers turned the area to their needs, ready to rest well into the next day. As Zorbaka searched for the most comfortable spot, he was overwhelmed by the smells of troglodytes, as more leapt from the concealment of the cave walls. One had antennae jutting from its head, another gift from whatever master watched over them. The battle was swift and bloody, four troglodytes proving no match for the well-armed warriors, even ones tired from a day’s battles. Hoping for no more interruptions, Zorbaka was soon back to his makeshift resting place, deep into another slumber. His sleep was filled with vivid dreams and nightmares, visions of death and misery, blood-soaked demons, horror filled nights, reminders of his fiendish heritage and tests from the powers which granted his magics. Toward the end of his slumber black spiders featured in abundance, with a bite from a red-eyed monstrous specimen jerking him awake, breathing in ragged gasps and terrified. On the top of his right arm he found a jagged bite mark, oozing blood and pus, a gift from unknown beings. Apart from dreams, nothing troubled the warlock and his companions for what he reckoned to be a whole surface day. All were well-rested, except the nomad, who suffered nightmares and talked of deserts and towers of black stone in his sleep. All of them took what they could carry of the troglodytes baggage, leaving little of value for scavengers and other looters. Fully loaded, they went to explore the last sections of the cavern. Zorbaka felt new magics within his being, his fingers and toes coated in an arcane substance, giving him purchase on any surface he touched. His attempts to scale the cavern walls met with total success, his new powers allowing the warlock to hang from the roof of the cave with no difficulty. At the urging of his fellow adventurers, Zorbaka climbed to the giant maw-shaped stalactite hanging from the roof, scouring it for anything of interest. A shimmering light deep in the maw ended at a magical portal, opened without difficulty by the withered hand take from a troglodyte. The chambers beyond were far larger than the stalactite which housed it, the walls made of a gelatinous substance which seemed almost alive. Wreckage lay strewn about the area, once furniture and parts of a laboratory. The tiefling’s magical senses picked out magic among the debris and he set about a search. From nowhere three tall female elves appeared, offering sustenance, but Zorbaka knew them for the apparitions they were, and continued to ransack the abandoned chambers. Returning to his waiting companions, he handed over the treasures from above, including a magical mummified hand, several spell pages, a spell scroll and exotic lab equipment. The investigation of the violet light was less rewarding, finding pools of purplish liquid covered in a film of organic material. A thing moved deep below the surface, but none were desperate to take a longer or closer look. With all other areas explored, they moved to investigate the field of giant mushrooms. The dwarf discovered tracks of an insectoid creature, searching where troglodytes had attacked Krunk on entry to the cavern The bodies had been dragged into the area of mushrooms, where the others now intended to pursue it. Zorbaka volunteered to stay and guard the mass of baggage, not wanting to face more dangerous beasts than necessary. Sam stayed with him, no doubt to guard the treasures more than the tiefling. He watched as Snarf hacked at a mushroom, only to quickly grow bored and follow the rest into the underground forest. After a few minutes, Zorbaka and his nomad companion heard the cries of battle as the others found what they sought, followed by a shout of victory from Burc. Moments later they had troubles of their own, as the warlock felt malign magics crushing him. His vision was plunged into darkness and a second assault tried to blast his senses. Sam groaned nearby and Zorbaka sent eldritch blasts blindly in return, dropping to the ground at the sound of arrows whistling nearby. Only when others came crashing from the mushrooms did the attack end, their phantom foe fleeing into the cavern. The darkness did not abate, and the tiefling was left blinded. Magic could possibly lift the affliction, but the priest was not high enough in the favour of his blinding patron to manage such powerful spells. Zorbaka was of no help as heavy bundles and a coffin were carried through twisting tunnels and watery crossings to the surface. Darkness was to be his constant companion for a while longer. [/QUOTE]
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