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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 4202138" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>As is obvious, it has been a while - I actually have only had time to play this game twice in the past several months - and not much time to write about it either - why, you might wonder? Because I have a new gamer in the family, born in February. Between him and his 2 1/2 year older sister, I've had my hands full. But now I'm starting to have a bit more time - so I hope to be playing (and writing) much more. I have missed it! Here's a little something to start things back on track... </p><p></p><p></p><p>Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Five – Eejection</p><p></p><p> As we got ever-closer to the world-turtle, I heard Ee come up behind me. </p><p> “Me the great massive turtle slayer!” he shouted, beaming proudly, his axe gleaming by his side. </p><p> I could sense it within the professor’s mind long before his limbs went into motion. I heard the word “eject” form in the professor’s mind as he turned to throw a lever and he aimed a device at Ee. The next thing we knew, Ee was floating in space behind us. </p><p> I quickly shot outside and then back in to retrieve him. It was reminiscent of being inside the enormous demon tree in the blackness. My body of iron was fine in the vacuum, but Ee was not quite so fortunate. Thankfully, his sojourn was short. Ee’s life thus spared from his own rashness, we prepared for our entry into the turtle. As it turned out, as usual, Ee’s closest brush with death this day was from his own mouth rather than from any of the rather nasty foes we would soon face. At least, that’s how the morning went. </p><p></p><p> Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Six – Arrival at Turtle-Firma</p><p></p><p> We flew closer and closer to the turtle, until we could no longer make out anything but a vast expanse of brownish-green scales in our forward view. Seeing the smaller details, it became apparent that we were moving at a very high rate of speed and that hitting the turtle like that would not be pleasant. So it was with some relief that the turtle vanished from our view as the whole structure was teleported inside the beast. </p><p> Our relief was short lived. While the building did come to a relative stop inside the belly (or wherever) of the beast, everything inside did not, and we were all thrown against the forward wall, along with all of the professor’s belongings. Were it not for my metal body, I would have been badly bruised. Higgins certainly looked the worse for wear until he healed himself. </p><p> Looking around outside the building, we saw an incredibly huge room. The walls were covered with dents and scratches and it was illuminated with a dim amber glow that seemed to come from somewhere above us. There was one extremely long door at the “south” end of the room, large enough that our entire building could have fit through it had it still been intact instead of smashed into a pile of rubble against the “east” wall. </p><p> Lacking any other means of egress, Morwen set about unlocking and opening the rather large door. Half of our group took cover in the corner behind the door while the rest of us peered around its immense length to see what trouble lay ahead. And trouble we did find. </p><p> Just beyond the door was an L-shaped corridor that went “south” then turned “east” out of sight, with a door on the “south” wall. At the elbow of the hall was a desk. Sitting behind that desk was a pale-skinned woman wearing a tunic of sea foam and lavender. She wore a heavy gauntlet on her left hand and had a huge key-ring on her apron. She looked peeved. So of course we killed her. </p><p> And when I say we killed her, I mean that, after she bashed Ee and Morwen, after I teleported and twisted her, and after she dimension doored into the huge entry room and assumed her true form (that of a gargantuan green dragon) and spewed poison on all of us, we killed her with a few vortexes of negative energy, a smattering of astral constructs, and a disintegrate for good measure. The keys turned out to open a few of the doors ahead that Morwen would have opened anyway, but the gauntlet was a bit more useful. </p><p> We found several rooms off of the hallway that were keyed to the gauntlet. One could create hexagonal columns of force with the glove (and also turn them off). It must have been some sort of cargo storage mechanism, though the fact that we found living creatures (and dead ones as well) in some of the rooms showed that cargo was not a limitation of their use. The first room had a large quantity of gold stored in a force column. We valiantly liberated it from bondage. </p><p> Halfway down the corridor, there was a large gold obelisk. </p><p></p><p>Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Seven – Obelisk to Infinity </p><p></p><p> Before we completely explored the extent of the hallway, we examined the gold obelisk. It was of a strange design, like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and by now, I’ve seen quite a lot. Morwen threw caution (and wisdom) to the wind and reached up to touch it. She seemed to slow down as she did so, never quite reaching it. Then she vanished. </p><p> Ee and I then had a conversation. </p><p> “Where she go?”</p><p> “I don’t know, Ee.”</p><p> “Perhaps she transport.”</p><p> “Perhaps, Ee.”</p><p> “Perhaps you link mind.”</p><p> “Yes, that is wise, Ee.”</p><p> I then attempted to contact her. I got an image of her floating out in space. And a silent scream for help. I quickly stepped forward and touched the obelisk. The world melted around me, and I saw five symbols floating in front of me. In the center was the symbol for infinity. Above that was an insect head. There was then a wheel, an octagon, and a small X. Given Morwen’s screams for help, I guessed that she touched infinity. And was still touching it. I sighed, then reached out and touched it myself. </p><p> I was instantly transported to space. Not needing to breathe, I appreciated the vast emptiness. Then I appreciated Morwen’s lifeless body hanging in front of me. I quickly grabbed her and transported us back to where we were. Then I revified her, draining a bit of my own life’s essence to restore her own for the brief instant she had departed this world, figuratively and literally. Though Morwen’s wisdom had seemed much improved of late, this reminded me of the old Morwen. </p><p> “Next time,” I told her, “do not touch infinity.” I then pondered just how we might determine what we should touch. I began to summon up a blob of ectoplasm. Time for a little scouting ahead. </p><p></p><p>Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Eight – Scouting ahead</p><p></p><p> I sent my small blob of ectoplasm into the obelisk. Unfortunately, I never realized just how dumb blobs of ectoplasm can be. While he certainly is good in a fight and can follow orders, he’s not very good at describing symbols or even his surroundings. After wasting a good portion of time trying to explain to the blob what an insect was, I gave up, dismissed him, and summoned forth Moira. While she doesn’t last long in most of the fights I seem to find myself in these days, she has a solid head on her shoulders. After I had Higgins make her invisible (and nearly non-detectible), I sent her into the obelisk. </p><p> She scouted obelisks and rooms for at least an hour. She discovered that there are at least three different obelisk networks. One is gold, one is blue, and one is red. To transfer between networks one needs to go to a room that has two different color obelisks present. </p><p> One room she found had what looked like a library with cultists busily reading. Another had what looked like a dining hall. Yet another had a strange figure sitting in the dark that looked like a cross between an ogre magi and something else. One room had four huge construct guards. </p><p> The most fascinating room of all had what looked like some sort of control center, with a big, strong being pulling at chains back and forth, perhaps to steer the turtle. Cultist-looking humanoids in robes sat in rows, manipulating some manner of levers and controls. A huge waterfall somewhere in the room made it difficult to hear anything but the sound of rushing water. </p><p> The final room I had her scout (but not the last room there was) had what looked like a connection to the turtle’s beating heart, perhaps using it for energy. Guarding the strange room was two pit fiends. Tired of our prolonged scouting, Ee was eager to jump into the fray. </p><p> I had Moira stay there and report while we all arranged to teleport into the room in two groups. I handled the far group, Posiedon handled the group that would drop in up close and personal. </p><p> It worked rather well. The fiends were chained to a wall, but were no less deadly. I quickly dominated one, only to discover that while my brain controlled its mind, its mind seemed to have no control over its body. </p><p> We quickly swarmed them, sending blades, axes, and various flavors of magic into each of them. They did not last long. When one lay dead and the other nearly so, I touched the nearly dead one and absorbed his strength into my own. Now if only that did not make me look sort of like him while its effects lasted. </p><p></p><p>Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Nine – Cleaning out the hall</p><p></p><p> That room secure, we returned back to our hall. The remaining two rooms at the end of that corridor had more hexagonal-force-column storage rooms. One held a rather colossal water elemental. In return for freeing it, it attacked us and tried to kill us. So much for gratitude. We killed it. Its corpse splashed out of the room and filled the hallway with water. This is not very good for my wardrobe. </p><p> The second room we entered by my disintegrating a hole through the wall. This was to avoid setting off a magical alarm that was actually on both doors, though the water elemental’s room was disabled when Tuvstarr used dispel magic on it. Not desiring to use another spell, a hole through the wall seemed a prudent compromise. </p><p> This last room had several force-columns in place. Most held decaying corpses. A few were empty. One held a rather distressed-looking old woman. She had so little room in the hexagonal column that she had to stand up even as she was sleeping. </p><p>“So, good idea to free the evil demon,” I asked. </p><p>“No thank you,” Morwen replied. Once Morwen used the gauntlet to lower the field, she fell to the floor. The old woman did not look to be in good shape. </p><p>“Higgins, heal her.” </p><p> Higgins weaved his magic around her and her wounds were healed. </p><p> “Feeling better now,” I asked her.</p><p> “Yes, terrible,” she said. “This woman kept torturing me.”</p><p> “You mean the dragon?”</p><p> “Dragon??” she said, eyes wide.</p><p> “Yes, dragon. We killed her. So who are you, now?”</p><p> “I’m Elanor Shellsville. I teach at the Westphalen school.” </p><p> “Of course you do. Do you know of a young student who fancies himself a demon summoner?”</p><p> “Well, there was one student…”</p><p> “He succeeded. Tell him not to do it again.” I sensed that the conversation was not likely to go anywhere further, probably because the only thing in her mind was visions of being tortured mixed in with images of whacking knuckles with rulers. “Would you like to go home now?” </p><p> “Oh, yes!” she gushed. </p><p> “Posiedon, will you do the honors?” </p><p> Posiedon nodded and set about making a teleportation circle that would bring her to the hills outside of Westphalen. Feeling generous, I turned and asked the professor if he would also like to go home. </p><p> “No, doggunnut, no!” shouted Ee, before the professor could respond. “He brought us here, doggunnit, he can stay!” I saw visions in Ee’s head of exactly what would happen to the professor’s foot if he took even one step toward the teleportation circle. I didn’t quite believe that sort of thing was even possible with an axe, though Ee can be quite creative in his own way. Fortunately, before Ee’s imagination was put to the test, the professor declined. </p><p> “No no, no need to send me back. I have dreamed my whole life of coming to see the great cosmic turtle! I wish to be nowhere else!” </p><p> Now that that was settled, I was famished. “Higgins, lunch!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 4202138, member: 939"] As is obvious, it has been a while - I actually have only had time to play this game twice in the past several months - and not much time to write about it either - why, you might wonder? Because I have a new gamer in the family, born in February. Between him and his 2 1/2 year older sister, I've had my hands full. But now I'm starting to have a bit more time - so I hope to be playing (and writing) much more. I have missed it! Here's a little something to start things back on track... Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Five – Eejection As we got ever-closer to the world-turtle, I heard Ee come up behind me. “Me the great massive turtle slayer!” he shouted, beaming proudly, his axe gleaming by his side. I could sense it within the professor’s mind long before his limbs went into motion. I heard the word “eject” form in the professor’s mind as he turned to throw a lever and he aimed a device at Ee. The next thing we knew, Ee was floating in space behind us. I quickly shot outside and then back in to retrieve him. It was reminiscent of being inside the enormous demon tree in the blackness. My body of iron was fine in the vacuum, but Ee was not quite so fortunate. Thankfully, his sojourn was short. Ee’s life thus spared from his own rashness, we prepared for our entry into the turtle. As it turned out, as usual, Ee’s closest brush with death this day was from his own mouth rather than from any of the rather nasty foes we would soon face. At least, that’s how the morning went. Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Six – Arrival at Turtle-Firma We flew closer and closer to the turtle, until we could no longer make out anything but a vast expanse of brownish-green scales in our forward view. Seeing the smaller details, it became apparent that we were moving at a very high rate of speed and that hitting the turtle like that would not be pleasant. So it was with some relief that the turtle vanished from our view as the whole structure was teleported inside the beast. Our relief was short lived. While the building did come to a relative stop inside the belly (or wherever) of the beast, everything inside did not, and we were all thrown against the forward wall, along with all of the professor’s belongings. Were it not for my metal body, I would have been badly bruised. Higgins certainly looked the worse for wear until he healed himself. Looking around outside the building, we saw an incredibly huge room. The walls were covered with dents and scratches and it was illuminated with a dim amber glow that seemed to come from somewhere above us. There was one extremely long door at the “south” end of the room, large enough that our entire building could have fit through it had it still been intact instead of smashed into a pile of rubble against the “east” wall. Lacking any other means of egress, Morwen set about unlocking and opening the rather large door. Half of our group took cover in the corner behind the door while the rest of us peered around its immense length to see what trouble lay ahead. And trouble we did find. Just beyond the door was an L-shaped corridor that went “south” then turned “east” out of sight, with a door on the “south” wall. At the elbow of the hall was a desk. Sitting behind that desk was a pale-skinned woman wearing a tunic of sea foam and lavender. She wore a heavy gauntlet on her left hand and had a huge key-ring on her apron. She looked peeved. So of course we killed her. And when I say we killed her, I mean that, after she bashed Ee and Morwen, after I teleported and twisted her, and after she dimension doored into the huge entry room and assumed her true form (that of a gargantuan green dragon) and spewed poison on all of us, we killed her with a few vortexes of negative energy, a smattering of astral constructs, and a disintegrate for good measure. The keys turned out to open a few of the doors ahead that Morwen would have opened anyway, but the gauntlet was a bit more useful. We found several rooms off of the hallway that were keyed to the gauntlet. One could create hexagonal columns of force with the glove (and also turn them off). It must have been some sort of cargo storage mechanism, though the fact that we found living creatures (and dead ones as well) in some of the rooms showed that cargo was not a limitation of their use. The first room had a large quantity of gold stored in a force column. We valiantly liberated it from bondage. Halfway down the corridor, there was a large gold obelisk. Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Seven – Obelisk to Infinity Before we completely explored the extent of the hallway, we examined the gold obelisk. It was of a strange design, like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and by now, I’ve seen quite a lot. Morwen threw caution (and wisdom) to the wind and reached up to touch it. She seemed to slow down as she did so, never quite reaching it. Then she vanished. Ee and I then had a conversation. “Where she go?” “I don’t know, Ee.” “Perhaps she transport.” “Perhaps, Ee.” “Perhaps you link mind.” “Yes, that is wise, Ee.” I then attempted to contact her. I got an image of her floating out in space. And a silent scream for help. I quickly stepped forward and touched the obelisk. The world melted around me, and I saw five symbols floating in front of me. In the center was the symbol for infinity. Above that was an insect head. There was then a wheel, an octagon, and a small X. Given Morwen’s screams for help, I guessed that she touched infinity. And was still touching it. I sighed, then reached out and touched it myself. I was instantly transported to space. Not needing to breathe, I appreciated the vast emptiness. Then I appreciated Morwen’s lifeless body hanging in front of me. I quickly grabbed her and transported us back to where we were. Then I revified her, draining a bit of my own life’s essence to restore her own for the brief instant she had departed this world, figuratively and literally. Though Morwen’s wisdom had seemed much improved of late, this reminded me of the old Morwen. “Next time,” I told her, “do not touch infinity.” I then pondered just how we might determine what we should touch. I began to summon up a blob of ectoplasm. Time for a little scouting ahead. Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Eight – Scouting ahead I sent my small blob of ectoplasm into the obelisk. Unfortunately, I never realized just how dumb blobs of ectoplasm can be. While he certainly is good in a fight and can follow orders, he’s not very good at describing symbols or even his surroundings. After wasting a good portion of time trying to explain to the blob what an insect was, I gave up, dismissed him, and summoned forth Moira. While she doesn’t last long in most of the fights I seem to find myself in these days, she has a solid head on her shoulders. After I had Higgins make her invisible (and nearly non-detectible), I sent her into the obelisk. She scouted obelisks and rooms for at least an hour. She discovered that there are at least three different obelisk networks. One is gold, one is blue, and one is red. To transfer between networks one needs to go to a room that has two different color obelisks present. One room she found had what looked like a library with cultists busily reading. Another had what looked like a dining hall. Yet another had a strange figure sitting in the dark that looked like a cross between an ogre magi and something else. One room had four huge construct guards. The most fascinating room of all had what looked like some sort of control center, with a big, strong being pulling at chains back and forth, perhaps to steer the turtle. Cultist-looking humanoids in robes sat in rows, manipulating some manner of levers and controls. A huge waterfall somewhere in the room made it difficult to hear anything but the sound of rushing water. The final room I had her scout (but not the last room there was) had what looked like a connection to the turtle’s beating heart, perhaps using it for energy. Guarding the strange room was two pit fiends. Tired of our prolonged scouting, Ee was eager to jump into the fray. I had Moira stay there and report while we all arranged to teleport into the room in two groups. I handled the far group, Posiedon handled the group that would drop in up close and personal. It worked rather well. The fiends were chained to a wall, but were no less deadly. I quickly dominated one, only to discover that while my brain controlled its mind, its mind seemed to have no control over its body. We quickly swarmed them, sending blades, axes, and various flavors of magic into each of them. They did not last long. When one lay dead and the other nearly so, I touched the nearly dead one and absorbed his strength into my own. Now if only that did not make me look sort of like him while its effects lasted. Baron Cordozo – Chapter Three-Hundred Nine – Cleaning out the hall That room secure, we returned back to our hall. The remaining two rooms at the end of that corridor had more hexagonal-force-column storage rooms. One held a rather colossal water elemental. In return for freeing it, it attacked us and tried to kill us. So much for gratitude. We killed it. Its corpse splashed out of the room and filled the hallway with water. This is not very good for my wardrobe. The second room we entered by my disintegrating a hole through the wall. This was to avoid setting off a magical alarm that was actually on both doors, though the water elemental’s room was disabled when Tuvstarr used dispel magic on it. Not desiring to use another spell, a hole through the wall seemed a prudent compromise. This last room had several force-columns in place. Most held decaying corpses. A few were empty. One held a rather distressed-looking old woman. She had so little room in the hexagonal column that she had to stand up even as she was sleeping. “So, good idea to free the evil demon,” I asked. “No thank you,” Morwen replied. Once Morwen used the gauntlet to lower the field, she fell to the floor. The old woman did not look to be in good shape. “Higgins, heal her.” Higgins weaved his magic around her and her wounds were healed. “Feeling better now,” I asked her. “Yes, terrible,” she said. “This woman kept torturing me.” “You mean the dragon?” “Dragon??” she said, eyes wide. “Yes, dragon. We killed her. So who are you, now?” “I’m Elanor Shellsville. I teach at the Westphalen school.” “Of course you do. Do you know of a young student who fancies himself a demon summoner?” “Well, there was one student…” “He succeeded. Tell him not to do it again.” I sensed that the conversation was not likely to go anywhere further, probably because the only thing in her mind was visions of being tortured mixed in with images of whacking knuckles with rulers. “Would you like to go home now?” “Oh, yes!” she gushed. “Posiedon, will you do the honors?” Posiedon nodded and set about making a teleportation circle that would bring her to the hills outside of Westphalen. Feeling generous, I turned and asked the professor if he would also like to go home. “No, doggunnut, no!” shouted Ee, before the professor could respond. “He brought us here, doggunnit, he can stay!” I saw visions in Ee’s head of exactly what would happen to the professor’s foot if he took even one step toward the teleportation circle. I didn’t quite believe that sort of thing was even possible with an axe, though Ee can be quite creative in his own way. Fortunately, before Ee’s imagination was put to the test, the professor declined. “No no, no need to send me back. I have dreamed my whole life of coming to see the great cosmic turtle! I wish to be nowhere else!” Now that that was settled, I was famished. “Higgins, lunch!” [/QUOTE]
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