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<blockquote data-quote="Beale Knight" data-source="post: 2723033" data-attributes="member: 7033"><p><strong>Session 13 pt. 3: Loot and Likos Kanterros</strong></p><p></p><p>Our next task was securing the two surviving redbreasts and taking an inventory. We gathered what we could from the redbreasts and their dwarf friend, ending up with the following:</p><p></p><p>[From “the Voice”]</p><p> A nice red leather armor set; A shiny (read adamantine) dagger ; a tanglefoot bag ;</p><p> A shortbow; 17 arrows of MW quality ; a bison/raven charm on a necklace of solid gold</p><p> a cool thin gold headband ; a scrollcase with a map in it </p><p> </p><p>[From the sorcerer]</p><p>An everburning torch ; matching antique daggers, MW ; red leather armor ; red silk cape</p><p>a small bag (think dice bag) of silvery metal pieces (not silver, think platinum) 75 ;</p><p>handheld xbow</p><p> </p><p>[From the mystery rogue]</p><p>Wand ; 2 tanglefoot bags ; iron bars with a small button on the end of each. They are segmented like a worm but do not bend ; red leather armor ; bison/raven necklace (gold)</p><p>2 potion vials</p><p> </p><p>[From the Dwarf]</p><p>Banded mail (in need of repair) ; Tower shield, wood in the middle with iron edges. the shield has a switch by the handhold ; a big (not great) axe ; very fancy and rune covered</p><p> nice helmet ; MW boots ; 2 potions ; 1 glove, an odd glove, with a really clean spot in the middle shaped like a tiny axe.</p><p></p><p>The loot gathered, Bessie went to speak with Portagrumble. She suspected the dragon was Likos Kanterros, the guardian of the halfling village and wanted to learn what the big badger knew. His response was about what we’d gotten used to, “"A Dragon!!! Oh...my. um, well, I SUPPOSE Likos could be a dragon, I never met the...man. I was always just told he was reclusive, but, you know, he never did really come out that I saw. Some of the halflings met with him...Maybe they would know."</p><p></p><p>As Bessie was learning this, Ren was checking out an idea. He righted the stand, and then hefted the big crystal, surprised at how lightweight it actually was, atop it. The result was startling. </p><p></p><p>A burst of light issued forth, expanding quickly in a ever increasing circle. The light wave even seemed to pass through the walls. Suddenly the trophies from the minotaur fight were littering the floor around Ren. The room’s ceiling, already high, vanished; the room now stretched out of sight. Dim light issued from the deeper part of the granite. There was a great snort and a loud “Whoosh!” of air as the dragon’s head bolted upright, sending dust flying everywhere. </p><p></p><p>Its eyes wider than shields, the dragon stared briefly at each of us and roared a mighty roar.</p><p><span style="color: Yellow">"IDIEEEEEEN!"</span> he screamed. Bits of stone fell from above at the strength of his roar. <span style="color: Yellow">"TOO LONG! TOO LONG HAVE I SLEPT A WAKING SLEEP!!!"</span></p><p></p><p>Ren and Dumb Bear stared agape at the legend made real before them. Aneirin stepped forward, and said, "we are no friends of Idein, and were bade to come here and free you.” He introduced the other two and referenced Bessie, who by now was dashing back to see what trouble the men had started. Aneirin then continued, “We presume you are none other than Likos, Protector of the Halflings?"</p><p></p><p>The dragon nodded. <span style="color: Yellow">"I am indeed. And Likos Kanterros is fully aware of who you are. For several human lifetimes I have laid awake and asleep. I heard all around me, every mouse and bat in this hall, every thief who attempted the gates, every drop of dew drying as Balcla drove them from the surface of the stone. </span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow">"And yes, every hero of Maissen who fought away thieves and malcontents intent on sealing my fate."</span> He then turned a sharp and close eye on Ren- <span style="color: Yellow">"Even those who scaled my back,"</span> he said with a small puff of frost escaping his lips with the last word. </p><p></p><p>Likos leaned slightly closer to Aneirin and inhaled deeply <span style="color: Yellow">"You...you stir my memories."</span> He swung his head in very close and inhaled deeply, strongly enough to make Aneirins clothes ripple as if in a breeze <span style="color: Yellow">"You were there before the migration - but you are not dragonkind.</span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow">"Further, how is it you retain the stench of that bastard Hilltopple? I saw and smelled his death myself, I listened for his beating heart and heard an empty chest."</span></p><p></p><p>The dragon closed his eyes for a moment and let out another puff of frost. <span style="color: Yellow">"Obviously there is much to tell, much that has transpired. By your markings I assume you serve the founder of new peoples in the south."</span></p><p></p><p>We all nodded, including Bessie. She had come as far as the doorway and just stopped. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Yellow">"There is much to tell, much to do....many to kill and vengance to seek,”</span> Likos said. <span style="color: Yellow">"However, these wings have been too long without wind beneath them. I assume I can take to the sky and peruse my lands, feel the clouds upon my face once again and return to find you...waiting. Even a band of men who travel with an elf must be still enough to rest for some short hours whilst I watch Balcla run from the sky once more?"</span></p><p></p><p>We all nodded again, but now Bessie spoke. "Lycos Kanterros, we most certainly await your return. Can you please, before you depart, give us some advice about how to comfort these halflings of your village, who have also just awakened?"</p><p></p><p>The dragon blinked and looked unsure for the first time. "<span style="color: Yellow">Three centuries have left me without recourse for the comfort of those robbed of life. I would speak better to a departed soul than I could to the concerns of a man or halfling trapped in himself for the life of nations and trees." </span> Likos then stretched his wings over us and leapt into the air. He burst up, leaving a terrible churning vortex in his wake. </p><p></p><p>When the wind died down, the four Heroes of Maissen stared at each other. Ren finally spoke up. "So - - is he flying off to talk to the dead, or just to get some sun? Or was that supposed to help us decide how we should try and comfort all these halflings?</p><p></p><p>Bessie pondered the words and finally answered Ren. "I think he is just stretching his wings, and will return tomorrow. We need to talk to the halflings and tell them as much as we can about what has happened to them. Anerin, I imagine your story will be a bit of a comfort to them at least. And they no doubt will have kitchens, perhaps someone will allow us to prepare our meal." </p><p></p><p>Aneirin let a long, slow sigh escape his pursed lips. “I at last realize why my father took up the pipe,” he muttered. “A little bit of pipe-weed now would do much to help me gather my thoughts.”</p><p></p><p>Then, louder, he repeated something Likos had said, "’There is much to tell, much to do....many to kill and vengance to seek.’ That’s what I wonder most about.” He shook his head. “We will learn in time. For now, Bessie, I believe you’re right. Let’s see to the halflings.”</p><p></p><p>Ren and Dumb Bear remained behind, gathering up the goods that had once been in the portable hole. “Did the dragon make the magic die?” he asked. </p><p></p><p>“I hope not,” Ren answered. “I hope it’s just some sort of power in his lair here. Killian talked about spells to undo spells and counter spells and all kinds of things like that that play magic against magic. I reckon the magic’s still there, it’s just put asleep someway.”</p><p></p><p>The elf nodded. “Hope dragon god can wake it up.”</p><p></p><p>“You and me both,” Ren said.</p><p></p><p>Next: Questions and Decisions</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Beale Knight, post: 2723033, member: 7033"] [b]Session 13 pt. 3: Loot and Likos Kanterros[/b] Our next task was securing the two surviving redbreasts and taking an inventory. We gathered what we could from the redbreasts and their dwarf friend, ending up with the following: [From “the Voice”] A nice red leather armor set; A shiny (read adamantine) dagger ; a tanglefoot bag ; A shortbow; 17 arrows of MW quality ; a bison/raven charm on a necklace of solid gold a cool thin gold headband ; a scrollcase with a map in it [From the sorcerer] An everburning torch ; matching antique daggers, MW ; red leather armor ; red silk cape a small bag (think dice bag) of silvery metal pieces (not silver, think platinum) 75 ; handheld xbow [From the mystery rogue] Wand ; 2 tanglefoot bags ; iron bars with a small button on the end of each. They are segmented like a worm but do not bend ; red leather armor ; bison/raven necklace (gold) 2 potion vials [From the Dwarf] Banded mail (in need of repair) ; Tower shield, wood in the middle with iron edges. the shield has a switch by the handhold ; a big (not great) axe ; very fancy and rune covered nice helmet ; MW boots ; 2 potions ; 1 glove, an odd glove, with a really clean spot in the middle shaped like a tiny axe. The loot gathered, Bessie went to speak with Portagrumble. She suspected the dragon was Likos Kanterros, the guardian of the halfling village and wanted to learn what the big badger knew. His response was about what we’d gotten used to, “"A Dragon!!! Oh...my. um, well, I SUPPOSE Likos could be a dragon, I never met the...man. I was always just told he was reclusive, but, you know, he never did really come out that I saw. Some of the halflings met with him...Maybe they would know." As Bessie was learning this, Ren was checking out an idea. He righted the stand, and then hefted the big crystal, surprised at how lightweight it actually was, atop it. The result was startling. A burst of light issued forth, expanding quickly in a ever increasing circle. The light wave even seemed to pass through the walls. Suddenly the trophies from the minotaur fight were littering the floor around Ren. The room’s ceiling, already high, vanished; the room now stretched out of sight. Dim light issued from the deeper part of the granite. There was a great snort and a loud “Whoosh!” of air as the dragon’s head bolted upright, sending dust flying everywhere. Its eyes wider than shields, the dragon stared briefly at each of us and roared a mighty roar. [COLOR=Yellow]"IDIEEEEEEN!"[/COLOR] he screamed. Bits of stone fell from above at the strength of his roar. [COLOR=Yellow]"TOO LONG! TOO LONG HAVE I SLEPT A WAKING SLEEP!!!"[/COLOR] Ren and Dumb Bear stared agape at the legend made real before them. Aneirin stepped forward, and said, "we are no friends of Idein, and were bade to come here and free you.” He introduced the other two and referenced Bessie, who by now was dashing back to see what trouble the men had started. Aneirin then continued, “We presume you are none other than Likos, Protector of the Halflings?" The dragon nodded. [COLOR=Yellow]"I am indeed. And Likos Kanterros is fully aware of who you are. For several human lifetimes I have laid awake and asleep. I heard all around me, every mouse and bat in this hall, every thief who attempted the gates, every drop of dew drying as Balcla drove them from the surface of the stone. "And yes, every hero of Maissen who fought away thieves and malcontents intent on sealing my fate."[/COLOR] He then turned a sharp and close eye on Ren- [COLOR=Yellow]"Even those who scaled my back,"[/COLOR] he said with a small puff of frost escaping his lips with the last word. Likos leaned slightly closer to Aneirin and inhaled deeply [COLOR=Yellow]"You...you stir my memories."[/COLOR] He swung his head in very close and inhaled deeply, strongly enough to make Aneirins clothes ripple as if in a breeze [COLOR=Yellow]"You were there before the migration - but you are not dragonkind. "Further, how is it you retain the stench of that bastard Hilltopple? I saw and smelled his death myself, I listened for his beating heart and heard an empty chest."[/COLOR] The dragon closed his eyes for a moment and let out another puff of frost. [COLOR=Yellow]"Obviously there is much to tell, much that has transpired. By your markings I assume you serve the founder of new peoples in the south."[/COLOR] We all nodded, including Bessie. She had come as far as the doorway and just stopped. [COLOR=Yellow]"There is much to tell, much to do....many to kill and vengance to seek,”[/COLOR] Likos said. [COLOR=Yellow]"However, these wings have been too long without wind beneath them. I assume I can take to the sky and peruse my lands, feel the clouds upon my face once again and return to find you...waiting. Even a band of men who travel with an elf must be still enough to rest for some short hours whilst I watch Balcla run from the sky once more?"[/COLOR] We all nodded again, but now Bessie spoke. "Lycos Kanterros, we most certainly await your return. Can you please, before you depart, give us some advice about how to comfort these halflings of your village, who have also just awakened?" The dragon blinked and looked unsure for the first time. "[COLOR=Yellow]Three centuries have left me without recourse for the comfort of those robbed of life. I would speak better to a departed soul than I could to the concerns of a man or halfling trapped in himself for the life of nations and trees." [/COLOR] Likos then stretched his wings over us and leapt into the air. He burst up, leaving a terrible churning vortex in his wake. When the wind died down, the four Heroes of Maissen stared at each other. Ren finally spoke up. "So - - is he flying off to talk to the dead, or just to get some sun? Or was that supposed to help us decide how we should try and comfort all these halflings? Bessie pondered the words and finally answered Ren. "I think he is just stretching his wings, and will return tomorrow. We need to talk to the halflings and tell them as much as we can about what has happened to them. Anerin, I imagine your story will be a bit of a comfort to them at least. And they no doubt will have kitchens, perhaps someone will allow us to prepare our meal." Aneirin let a long, slow sigh escape his pursed lips. “I at last realize why my father took up the pipe,” he muttered. “A little bit of pipe-weed now would do much to help me gather my thoughts.” Then, louder, he repeated something Likos had said, "’There is much to tell, much to do....many to kill and vengance to seek.’ That’s what I wonder most about.” He shook his head. “We will learn in time. For now, Bessie, I believe you’re right. Let’s see to the halflings.” Ren and Dumb Bear remained behind, gathering up the goods that had once been in the portable hole. “Did the dragon make the magic die?” he asked. “I hope not,” Ren answered. “I hope it’s just some sort of power in his lair here. Killian talked about spells to undo spells and counter spells and all kinds of things like that that play magic against magic. I reckon the magic’s still there, it’s just put asleep someway.” The elf nodded. “Hope dragon god can wake it up.” “You and me both,” Ren said. 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