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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 4451988" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Yeah, I'd about had enough of Orcus, but having to defer to someone else's plot is the price you pay when you go with a published mod. </p><p></p><p>I went ahead and ordered H2, but I have no idea if it's going to be suited to a story. I actually haven't had time to write any new material in a while, but luckily I had a backlog of posts already written.</p><p></p><p>* * * * * </p><p></p><p>Chapter 25</p><p></p><p></p><p>Elevaren stepped forward, thrusting Mara behind him into the hollow in the base of the tree. He lifted his hand and hexed the dragonshield, who succumbed to his <em>eyebite</em>. The creature, partially blinded by the fey magic, stabbed at him, but his thrust failed to connect. </p><p></p><p>The kobolds flanking the dragonshield were not affected, however. They thrust with their spears, and one pierced the warlock’s side, driving through his leather tunic to open a gash along his ribs. Elevaren grunted, but held his ground. He would keep his word; he would not abandon his companion. </p><p></p><p>A black cloud formed among the kobolds, rising up from the ground like a shadow, only it was not cast by any of those present. As it rose to the height of the reptilian humanoids it split apart, flaring at the top like a pair of wings. Within the darkness, a silver flickering began to emerge. </p><p></p><p>The kobolds drew back from it, wary, but the dragonshield, blinking against its temporary blindness, shouted for its allies to move forward, to finish the pair before they had a chance to recover. The kobolds obeyed, if reluctantly, moving around the shifting black form. </p><p></p><p>The darkness split open, and silver radiance issued from within. A harsh, clear note sounded, the cry of a raven taking flight. The silver light stabbed into the kobolds, which screamed in pain as it washed over them. Three of them fell to the ground, clutching at their faces as blood oozed from their ears and nostrils. </p><p></p><p>A man stepped into view around the nearest ridge of tangled roots and heaped earth. He was clad all in black, and carried a quarterstaff shod at both ends with gray iron. A kobold lunged at him with its spear, but the man deflected the thrust with his spear, and lifted his hand. Silver spears erupted from his fingers, and the kobold collapsed. </p><p></p><p>Elevaren blasted a kobold that tried to lunge down at him from above; the creature stumbled back and dropped out of view. Behind him, he heard Mara groan, and looked down in surprise to see the crippled fighter stirring. Faint silver flashes flickered around the wound in her neck and then faded, leaving the flesh pale but intact. </p><p></p><p>The dragonshield apparently decided the newcomer was a greater threat than the two battered defenders hiding out in the tree, for it came out to face him, leaving a pair of his fellows to keep the others penned. The man turned from another attack from a kobold scout to confront the armored warrior, which hissed a challenge as it lifted its sword and shield in anticipation of its attack. Bu the black-clad man, instead of taking up a defensive stance, lifted his arms wide, his cloak rising up like shadowed wings behind him. </p><p></p><p>“Fear the inevitable embrace of death,” the man said, his voice echoing with a reverberation of power. He caught the kobold’s eyes with his own, and the creature, trembling, turned and fled, screeching loudly. </p><p></p><p>That was enough for the remaining kobolds, which broke and ran off in every direction but the trail back the way they had come. Elevaren sent a last <em>eldritch blast</em> after them, and then turned to help Mara. Amazingly, the woman was not only conscious, but she started to get up on her own, shaking off the eladrin’s offered hand. </p><p></p><p>“They’re not fleeing... back to the lair,” Mara said. </p><p></p><p>“It is likely that there is something there that they fear more than us,” the newcomer said, stepping over the bodies of several kobolds as he approached. He started to come closer, but Mara held up a hand to forestall him. </p><p></p><p>“Who are you?” she asked. </p><p></p><p>“My name is Devrem,” he said. “I am a servant of the Raven Queen.”</p><p></p><p>“A death priest?” Mara said. She was leaning hard against the bole of the tree, and as she spoke, a cough shook her body. </p><p></p><p>“Death and life are two sides of the same coin,” the priest said. “I can heal you, if you would accept my aid.”</p><p></p><p>Mara didn’t respond, but Elevaren said, “I am Elevaren, and this is Mara. We are already in your debt, sir. If you can help my friend, we will not refuse your offer.” Finally, Mara nodded.</p><p></p><p>Devrem nodded, and spoke a word of power, the syllables of which faded from the memories of Elevaren and Mara even before the echoes of the sound had fully vanished from their ears. But the effects of the <em>healing word</em> were instantly visible; Mara straightened, and let out a surprised breath as silver flashes of power flickered around her wounds, leaving the gashed flesh whole again in their wake. </p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” she said. “Now, if you don’t mind, would you mind telling us why you’re here, Devrem?”</p><p></p><p>“I will happily explain all, when we get the chance. But for now, I fear that your halfling companions are in dire peril. While death comes for us all, it will come soon indeed for your friends if we do not act quickly.”</p><p></p><p>Mara and Elevaren shared a brief look; the man seemed quite well informed. The fighter stepped forward, her grimace revealing that Devrem’s healing hadn’t fully restored all of her injuries. “Mara needs to rest,” Elevaren began, but the fighter shook her head and cut him off. “I’m fine. All right, priest, we can use your help. But we’re going to have that conversation, later.”</p><p></p><p>Devrem nodded. Mara reached down and picked up several kobold javelins. “Let’s go,” she said, leading them back down the trail toward the kobold lair.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 4451988, member: 143"] Yeah, I'd about had enough of Orcus, but having to defer to someone else's plot is the price you pay when you go with a published mod. I went ahead and ordered H2, but I have no idea if it's going to be suited to a story. I actually haven't had time to write any new material in a while, but luckily I had a backlog of posts already written. * * * * * Chapter 25 Elevaren stepped forward, thrusting Mara behind him into the hollow in the base of the tree. He lifted his hand and hexed the dragonshield, who succumbed to his [i]eyebite[/i]. The creature, partially blinded by the fey magic, stabbed at him, but his thrust failed to connect. The kobolds flanking the dragonshield were not affected, however. They thrust with their spears, and one pierced the warlock’s side, driving through his leather tunic to open a gash along his ribs. Elevaren grunted, but held his ground. He would keep his word; he would not abandon his companion. A black cloud formed among the kobolds, rising up from the ground like a shadow, only it was not cast by any of those present. As it rose to the height of the reptilian humanoids it split apart, flaring at the top like a pair of wings. Within the darkness, a silver flickering began to emerge. The kobolds drew back from it, wary, but the dragonshield, blinking against its temporary blindness, shouted for its allies to move forward, to finish the pair before they had a chance to recover. The kobolds obeyed, if reluctantly, moving around the shifting black form. The darkness split open, and silver radiance issued from within. A harsh, clear note sounded, the cry of a raven taking flight. The silver light stabbed into the kobolds, which screamed in pain as it washed over them. Three of them fell to the ground, clutching at their faces as blood oozed from their ears and nostrils. A man stepped into view around the nearest ridge of tangled roots and heaped earth. He was clad all in black, and carried a quarterstaff shod at both ends with gray iron. A kobold lunged at him with its spear, but the man deflected the thrust with his spear, and lifted his hand. Silver spears erupted from his fingers, and the kobold collapsed. Elevaren blasted a kobold that tried to lunge down at him from above; the creature stumbled back and dropped out of view. Behind him, he heard Mara groan, and looked down in surprise to see the crippled fighter stirring. Faint silver flashes flickered around the wound in her neck and then faded, leaving the flesh pale but intact. The dragonshield apparently decided the newcomer was a greater threat than the two battered defenders hiding out in the tree, for it came out to face him, leaving a pair of his fellows to keep the others penned. The man turned from another attack from a kobold scout to confront the armored warrior, which hissed a challenge as it lifted its sword and shield in anticipation of its attack. Bu the black-clad man, instead of taking up a defensive stance, lifted his arms wide, his cloak rising up like shadowed wings behind him. “Fear the inevitable embrace of death,” the man said, his voice echoing with a reverberation of power. He caught the kobold’s eyes with his own, and the creature, trembling, turned and fled, screeching loudly. That was enough for the remaining kobolds, which broke and ran off in every direction but the trail back the way they had come. Elevaren sent a last [i]eldritch blast[/i] after them, and then turned to help Mara. Amazingly, the woman was not only conscious, but she started to get up on her own, shaking off the eladrin’s offered hand. “They’re not fleeing... back to the lair,” Mara said. “It is likely that there is something there that they fear more than us,” the newcomer said, stepping over the bodies of several kobolds as he approached. He started to come closer, but Mara held up a hand to forestall him. “Who are you?” she asked. “My name is Devrem,” he said. “I am a servant of the Raven Queen.” “A death priest?” Mara said. She was leaning hard against the bole of the tree, and as she spoke, a cough shook her body. “Death and life are two sides of the same coin,” the priest said. “I can heal you, if you would accept my aid.” Mara didn’t respond, but Elevaren said, “I am Elevaren, and this is Mara. We are already in your debt, sir. If you can help my friend, we will not refuse your offer.” Finally, Mara nodded. Devrem nodded, and spoke a word of power, the syllables of which faded from the memories of Elevaren and Mara even before the echoes of the sound had fully vanished from their ears. But the effects of the [i]healing word[/i] were instantly visible; Mara straightened, and let out a surprised breath as silver flashes of power flickered around her wounds, leaving the gashed flesh whole again in their wake. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, if you don’t mind, would you mind telling us why you’re here, Devrem?” “I will happily explain all, when we get the chance. But for now, I fear that your halfling companions are in dire peril. While death comes for us all, it will come soon indeed for your friends if we do not act quickly.” Mara and Elevaren shared a brief look; the man seemed quite well informed. The fighter stepped forward, her grimace revealing that Devrem’s healing hadn’t fully restored all of her injuries. “Mara needs to rest,” Elevaren began, but the fighter shook her head and cut him off. “I’m fine. All right, priest, we can use your help. But we’re going to have that conversation, later.” Devrem nodded. Mara reached down and picked up several kobold javelins. “Let’s go,” she said, leading them back down the trail toward the kobold lair. [/QUOTE]
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