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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Chef BBQ" data-source="post: 2973125" data-attributes="member: 1844"><p><strong>Three Witches (run of 05-25-04)</strong></p><p></p><p>“You should not taunt Fell-Vralla. In fact, you should not harm her or her friends again.” The woman with the lovely porcelain face looks directly at Lucre as she gives her command. All eyes turn to Lucre to see if he will obey her command, but they can see by his seething face that he has resisted her.</p><p></p><p>Marja steps up behind Borin and touches his shoulder lightly. He feels his skin harden. He whispers, “Close your eyes.” He smacks his new bracers together sending out a blinding light. The maiden stagers back, blinded. Caerwyn drops his shield and swings with both hands on his sword, swinging with all his might at the mother’s chest. She laughs as the swing misses her, but a dagger flies from Terri’s hand through the air to burry itself in her shoulder.</p><p></p><p>Lucre reaches into his mind to become more vigorous and wise (psionic activation of boosts to constitution and wisdom and activation of offensive precognition). The crone sees the crackles in the air and smells the ozone. “You feel their touch,” she says amazed. “Why are you so insolent?” Before he can answer, her other shoulder is pierced by a crossbow bolt from Kira.</p><p></p><p>Kalina casts dispel on the maiden and a shimmering aura of blackness disappears from her robes. The haze clears from her eyes. Caerwyn, who is standing right in fromt of her, winks.</p><p></p><p>The crone chants and weeds begin to grow and entangle around them. The mother cackles, “Come out, my pretties,” and three little children slide out from under her girdle, three snake children. Marja, Kel and the archers are entangled. Lt. Trenton leads his men slowly to the left in an attempt to get out of the weeds. Marja doesn’t move. Her hands are free. Her voice is clear, and she has no problem keeping her concentration. She reaches over her shoulder and casts haste on Kel then turns back and casts it on Borin.</p><p></p><p>The maiden smiles at Borin, and he feels every muscle in his body seize up. Caerwyn is so close to her, he can hear her breath. He swings with the outrage of a paladin, smiting evil. Lucre nimbly hustles through the weeds. “I was so rude before. I apologize,” he taunts. “May I have permission to strike you?” But he’s too cocky, and doesn’t take enough aim. He swings wide.</p><p></p><p>Kalina dispels the hold on Borin, and he bounds forward swinging at the closest of the hags, the crone. She is surrounded by a black aura (protection from good), but his axe slices through.</p><p></p><p>The mother, still until now, reaches over and rips the head off of one of her children. As the blood of her child drips down her arm, she grows stronger. Marja, Kel and Kalina are engulfed in flames that shoot from her hand. Kalina jumps out of the way. When the flames clear, Kel is standing, but Marja lies near death on the ground.</p><p></p><p>The crone pulls her hands from under her roves. One hand is fiery red. The other is black. She grabs Borin with both hands. The red hand touches the buckles on his bear-skin armor. They begin to rust away. The black hand touches his skin. He feels older and less vigorous.</p><p></p><p>Kel manages to take a step through the weeds to reach Marja. The light of Corean rushes through his hands into her near lifeless body. She inhales sharply and clutches at his arms as she sits up. Kel supports her back, and finds his other hand resting lightly on the violet tattoo circling her bear midriff. He blushes crimson and pulls his hand away. Marja pulls a scroll from her side and tries twice to dispel the entangling weeds, but she can’t. Will she ever make that spell work?</p><p></p><p>Lt. Trenton’s archers have arrows ready, but he holds back on the command to fire. The maiden begins to chant. “Fire,” shouts the lieutenant. A flurry of arrows flies toward her. Two pierce her skin, but she’s able to concentrate through the barrage. Flames shoot up around her, engulfing her in flames. As the arrows hit her, the mother winces in pain. Terri hurls a rock from her sling and hits the maiden hard in the chest. Caerwyn swings and slices across her body, once on the upswing and again as he brings his blade down. The flames surrounding her burn at his arms and legs. “Does etiquette say right or left arm strikes first?” asks Lucre. “I must be polite.” He hits the maiden twice, and he too is burned by the flames. The mother is looking harried and worn.</p><p></p><p>“Kill the snake babies,” Kel yells. Borin swings at the mother hitting her three times. She steps back, grabs another of her children and splits it in half, the blood spilling over her, healing her.</p><p></p><p>Kira sings, “Whenever I’m feeling down and need a little pick-me-up, I bathe in the blood of my own reptilian infants.” The others giggle at her tune. The voice seems to lilt across the field from nowhere. She and Terri have disappeared. </p><p></p><p>A black flash flies through the air hitting Borin in the chest. “Why are you attacking her?” asks Lucre. “I’m the one who was rude.” “She hurt us and must be punished,” one replies. “Cosette told us to kill you,” says another. “Cosette is dead,” Lucre informs them. “Killed by a troupe of adventurers.” Lucre feels his muscles sieze up, but he shakes it off staring into the eyes of the maiden.</p><p></p><p>“Silly boy, you’re paying attention to the wrong one,” says the mother. Lucre’s body freezes. Every joint is full of fire and ice at the same time.</p><p></p><p>Marja casts fly on Kel just as he breaks free of the weeds. Each times she casts, she can barely hold her head upright. She tries to aim a lightening bolt at the crone, but her hands shake so, she hits a nearby tree. She send magic missiles instead. At least they strike true.</p><p></p><p>The maiden steps back to cast, but is assailed with a barrage of arrows. Lt. Trenton’s arrow lodges deep into her collar bone, and she falls to her knees. Lucre moves in and touches the mother. “I wish to return the favor. Thank you again for your pains.” His touch transferred half of his wounds to her.</p><p></p><p>Kalina tries desperately to move closer to Marja, but her own wounds prevent her from moving through the weeds. “We’re losing her,” she gasps, hoping that Kel will hear and return to help. </p><p></p><p>Borin rages upon hearing the words. He swings his axe in large circles around his head. He slices the mother in two, pivots and slices the head off of the maiden. The crone turns toward him, and suddenly Kira appears in front of her swinging with her blade. Fire springs from the crone’s hands and wraps itself around Caerwyn’s and Lucre’s armor, Borin’s axe and Kira’s sword. They feel the metal grow warm. Finding herself so outnumbered, she touches her face and disappears.</p><p></p><p>The only sound that remains is the sobbing of a small snake child clutching the body of its mother. Kel shows no pity for the abomination which was born to died for its creator’s health. He kills it quickly, and then there is silence. He flies over to the weeds and carefully carries Marja and Kalina to safety.</p><p></p><p>As they gather around Terri voices her anger at Lucre. “You idiot! They came because of you and your stupid taunts into that box. Can’t you keep your mouth shut!” Lucre apologies, but no one pays any attention. Terri heals Kalina, and then Kalina and Kel lay hands on Marja. Only after Marja is back on her feet do they turn to the rest of the party. They avoid Lucre until he is reduced to sheepish mumbles, his head hanging low. Kel and Kalina go over and attend to his wounds, but Terri is resolute. Lucre tries every trick to get back in her good graces. Finally he pulls a weasel out of the bag, and even Terri is forced to laugh.</p><p></p><p>They sit with Lt. Trenton and the guards around a campfire and chat about what they’ve seen and done these few days. Kalina turns into an owl and flies away to be alone in the woods. After a short time, she comes back on foot, dragging the large body of a slate black wolf with bright green eyes through the bushes. The animal is badly wounded. Kel lays his warm hands upon the creature which sits up and starts to talk. “My name is Black Wind,” it says. Kalina immediately begins to translate, but stops in mid sentence. She can’t speak with animals without a spell now, and wait – the others understood him too. “I confuse you all, I see,” he speaks in a low, soothing voice that rumbles from his belly. “I am an incarnate in service to the Mother.” “He must mean Denev,” Kalina whispers. “I could run much faster when I was a stag,” he notes.</p><p></p><p>That evening they notice a falcon circling the campsite. Lucre holds out an arm, and it lands, causing a little pain as its talons latch on. On his leg is a small scroll with a note. “You were looking for this. Good luck. Beltray.” It’s a commune with natures scroll.</p><p></p><p>They waste no time and hike immediately 10 miles into the center of the forest. Kalina opens the scroll and reads the incantation. Everyone holds his breath. They only have one shot at this, and it’s a spell beyond Kalina’s powers. The words disappear from the page as she chants, and blue flames encircle her. Success! Everyone sighs in relief. For an instant, Kalina feels like she is one with every living thing around her, then she passes out. Caerwyn catches her as she falls forward and lightly taps her face to revive her. “It all feels right,” she says, obvious relief on her face. “There’s no titan taint here, and never was. There’s no body to be found.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Chef BBQ, post: 2973125, member: 1844"] [b]Three Witches (run of 05-25-04)[/b] “You should not taunt Fell-Vralla. In fact, you should not harm her or her friends again.” The woman with the lovely porcelain face looks directly at Lucre as she gives her command. All eyes turn to Lucre to see if he will obey her command, but they can see by his seething face that he has resisted her. Marja steps up behind Borin and touches his shoulder lightly. He feels his skin harden. He whispers, “Close your eyes.” He smacks his new bracers together sending out a blinding light. The maiden stagers back, blinded. Caerwyn drops his shield and swings with both hands on his sword, swinging with all his might at the mother’s chest. She laughs as the swing misses her, but a dagger flies from Terri’s hand through the air to burry itself in her shoulder. Lucre reaches into his mind to become more vigorous and wise (psionic activation of boosts to constitution and wisdom and activation of offensive precognition). The crone sees the crackles in the air and smells the ozone. “You feel their touch,” she says amazed. “Why are you so insolent?” Before he can answer, her other shoulder is pierced by a crossbow bolt from Kira. Kalina casts dispel on the maiden and a shimmering aura of blackness disappears from her robes. The haze clears from her eyes. Caerwyn, who is standing right in fromt of her, winks. The crone chants and weeds begin to grow and entangle around them. The mother cackles, “Come out, my pretties,” and three little children slide out from under her girdle, three snake children. Marja, Kel and the archers are entangled. Lt. Trenton leads his men slowly to the left in an attempt to get out of the weeds. Marja doesn’t move. Her hands are free. Her voice is clear, and she has no problem keeping her concentration. She reaches over her shoulder and casts haste on Kel then turns back and casts it on Borin. The maiden smiles at Borin, and he feels every muscle in his body seize up. Caerwyn is so close to her, he can hear her breath. He swings with the outrage of a paladin, smiting evil. Lucre nimbly hustles through the weeds. “I was so rude before. I apologize,” he taunts. “May I have permission to strike you?” But he’s too cocky, and doesn’t take enough aim. He swings wide. Kalina dispels the hold on Borin, and he bounds forward swinging at the closest of the hags, the crone. She is surrounded by a black aura (protection from good), but his axe slices through. The mother, still until now, reaches over and rips the head off of one of her children. As the blood of her child drips down her arm, she grows stronger. Marja, Kel and Kalina are engulfed in flames that shoot from her hand. Kalina jumps out of the way. When the flames clear, Kel is standing, but Marja lies near death on the ground. The crone pulls her hands from under her roves. One hand is fiery red. The other is black. She grabs Borin with both hands. The red hand touches the buckles on his bear-skin armor. They begin to rust away. The black hand touches his skin. He feels older and less vigorous. Kel manages to take a step through the weeds to reach Marja. The light of Corean rushes through his hands into her near lifeless body. She inhales sharply and clutches at his arms as she sits up. Kel supports her back, and finds his other hand resting lightly on the violet tattoo circling her bear midriff. He blushes crimson and pulls his hand away. Marja pulls a scroll from her side and tries twice to dispel the entangling weeds, but she can’t. Will she ever make that spell work? Lt. Trenton’s archers have arrows ready, but he holds back on the command to fire. The maiden begins to chant. “Fire,” shouts the lieutenant. A flurry of arrows flies toward her. Two pierce her skin, but she’s able to concentrate through the barrage. Flames shoot up around her, engulfing her in flames. As the arrows hit her, the mother winces in pain. Terri hurls a rock from her sling and hits the maiden hard in the chest. Caerwyn swings and slices across her body, once on the upswing and again as he brings his blade down. The flames surrounding her burn at his arms and legs. “Does etiquette say right or left arm strikes first?” asks Lucre. “I must be polite.” He hits the maiden twice, and he too is burned by the flames. The mother is looking harried and worn. “Kill the snake babies,” Kel yells. Borin swings at the mother hitting her three times. She steps back, grabs another of her children and splits it in half, the blood spilling over her, healing her. Kira sings, “Whenever I’m feeling down and need a little pick-me-up, I bathe in the blood of my own reptilian infants.” The others giggle at her tune. The voice seems to lilt across the field from nowhere. She and Terri have disappeared. A black flash flies through the air hitting Borin in the chest. “Why are you attacking her?” asks Lucre. “I’m the one who was rude.” “She hurt us and must be punished,” one replies. “Cosette told us to kill you,” says another. “Cosette is dead,” Lucre informs them. “Killed by a troupe of adventurers.” Lucre feels his muscles sieze up, but he shakes it off staring into the eyes of the maiden. “Silly boy, you’re paying attention to the wrong one,” says the mother. Lucre’s body freezes. Every joint is full of fire and ice at the same time. Marja casts fly on Kel just as he breaks free of the weeds. Each times she casts, she can barely hold her head upright. She tries to aim a lightening bolt at the crone, but her hands shake so, she hits a nearby tree. She send magic missiles instead. At least they strike true. The maiden steps back to cast, but is assailed with a barrage of arrows. Lt. Trenton’s arrow lodges deep into her collar bone, and she falls to her knees. Lucre moves in and touches the mother. “I wish to return the favor. Thank you again for your pains.” His touch transferred half of his wounds to her. Kalina tries desperately to move closer to Marja, but her own wounds prevent her from moving through the weeds. “We’re losing her,” she gasps, hoping that Kel will hear and return to help. Borin rages upon hearing the words. He swings his axe in large circles around his head. He slices the mother in two, pivots and slices the head off of the maiden. The crone turns toward him, and suddenly Kira appears in front of her swinging with her blade. Fire springs from the crone’s hands and wraps itself around Caerwyn’s and Lucre’s armor, Borin’s axe and Kira’s sword. They feel the metal grow warm. Finding herself so outnumbered, she touches her face and disappears. The only sound that remains is the sobbing of a small snake child clutching the body of its mother. Kel shows no pity for the abomination which was born to died for its creator’s health. He kills it quickly, and then there is silence. He flies over to the weeds and carefully carries Marja and Kalina to safety. As they gather around Terri voices her anger at Lucre. “You idiot! They came because of you and your stupid taunts into that box. Can’t you keep your mouth shut!” Lucre apologies, but no one pays any attention. Terri heals Kalina, and then Kalina and Kel lay hands on Marja. Only after Marja is back on her feet do they turn to the rest of the party. They avoid Lucre until he is reduced to sheepish mumbles, his head hanging low. Kel and Kalina go over and attend to his wounds, but Terri is resolute. Lucre tries every trick to get back in her good graces. Finally he pulls a weasel out of the bag, and even Terri is forced to laugh. They sit with Lt. Trenton and the guards around a campfire and chat about what they’ve seen and done these few days. Kalina turns into an owl and flies away to be alone in the woods. After a short time, she comes back on foot, dragging the large body of a slate black wolf with bright green eyes through the bushes. The animal is badly wounded. Kel lays his warm hands upon the creature which sits up and starts to talk. “My name is Black Wind,” it says. Kalina immediately begins to translate, but stops in mid sentence. She can’t speak with animals without a spell now, and wait – the others understood him too. “I confuse you all, I see,” he speaks in a low, soothing voice that rumbles from his belly. “I am an incarnate in service to the Mother.” “He must mean Denev,” Kalina whispers. “I could run much faster when I was a stag,” he notes. That evening they notice a falcon circling the campsite. Lucre holds out an arm, and it lands, causing a little pain as its talons latch on. On his leg is a small scroll with a note. “You were looking for this. Good luck. Beltray.” It’s a commune with natures scroll. They waste no time and hike immediately 10 miles into the center of the forest. Kalina opens the scroll and reads the incantation. Everyone holds his breath. They only have one shot at this, and it’s a spell beyond Kalina’s powers. The words disappear from the page as she chants, and blue flames encircle her. Success! Everyone sighs in relief. For an instant, Kalina feels like she is one with every living thing around her, then she passes out. Caerwyn catches her as she falls forward and lightly taps her face to revive her. “It all feels right,” she says, obvious relief on her face. “There’s no titan taint here, and never was. There’s no body to be found.” [/QUOTE]
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