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<blockquote data-quote="Kassegore" data-source="post: 5289020" data-attributes="member: 94081"><p><strong>Session 4, Decent into Darkness</strong></p><p></p><p>Gavren Deverin sat there, slumped against the wall, his head resting on his chest. Ragged breathing escaped his cracked lips, at times interrupted by blood-filled coughs. The mighty blade of his youth lay across his lap, its edge now chipped and dented. Armor rent and blood spattered, the old paladin closed his eyes for a moment and reflected on the days’ events. </p><p></p><p>By the gods, it hurt! It was terrible being old, every joint in his body ached, and muscles he hadn’t used in years were making themselves painfully known. Of course the multitude of wounds that crisscrossed his frame didn’t help, and that damn demonspawn’s venom was setting his veins afire. </p><p></p><p>How had he reached this point? A week ago he had been just Gavren Deverin, the happily retired owner of the Two Knight Brewery, and now he was in some dusty ruin, trying not to cough up his spleen. Of course everything had been simpler last night, when Sergeant Lyssia Valdemars had called out the reserves to defend the town from an imminent assault by goblins. Decisions like that are always easy; you get your armor out of mothballs, buckle on your sword and go help your neighbors. How could he face Abadar doing anything less? Then he had heard about the tunnel under the glassworks. That tunnel represented a weak point in the town’s defense, and sealing it was a top priority. Besides, Grezz, Trixie and Tofa were nice kids, but they had little experience in such things. His brother, Abadar rest his soul, would never have let them take on such a mission alone.</p><p></p><p>After that everything went by in a blur. Grezz, Trixie, and Tofa were there; so was that Korvosan inquisitor Londis who knew Father Zanthus. The five of them had descended into what appeared to be smuggling tunnels under the town. It seemed like an easy task to seal them until they came across the ruins. No idea how long they have been here, but considering we’re practically under Old Light, they’ve probably been here forever. Whoever had dug the tunnel into the glassworks had cut right through the ancient stone walls. They had perhaps a minute to take all this in before the eldritch horrors of the place poured out. </p><p></p><p>It was an embarrassing moment to think about. He had rushed forward sword raised, just as his back gave out. With a howl he dropped his sword, and had to retreat while the youngsters fought the strange abominations vomited forth from the dry, dusty tunnel. Fortunately they made quick work of the fiends, and they pushed onward. </p><p></p><p>They reached a gallery with a statue of a beautiful woman of regal bearing. He didn’t recognize her heraldry, but the book she was carrying had a strange seven pointed star on the cover. Grezz mentioned it was Thassilonian in nature. The statue also held an ornate ivory ranseur, the handle of which crumbled to dust when Grezz touched it. He had a feeling this place and Old Light might be much older than any of them realized. </p><p></p><p>After a bit of stealthy exploration they traversed the complex and came to a foyer with a dark alter. He could feel the evil emanating from its rough hewn surface. The sorcerer and bard were examining the inscription on the huge iron double doors when all hell broke loose. Londis had struck the altar with his warhammer, triggering the most awful soul rending screams Deverin ever heard. Quickly he saw the inquisitor's intent and rushed over to help him destroy the foul object before the locals could arrive. The damnable thing dented his morning star, but they managed to split the block and the screaming stopped. </p><p></p><p>It turned out that the screaming was the least of their problems. </p><p></p><p>The iron doors swung open and belched fourth more of the twisted abominations they'd seen earlier. They all rushed inside and encountered a horrid sight. A foul, winged demon was hovering over a pool of translucent orange fluid. As they arrived, she taunted in an unknown language and spilled her blood into the pool. The pool roiled and churned, greedily accepting her blood, and from its depths crawled an abomination, a warped mockery of humanity, which lurched across the room toward them. </p><p></p><p>It seemed luck was on their side, for as the creature emerged, the pool noticeably dimmed and the demoness looked visibly worried. </p><p></p><p>To bad, their luck was not meant to hold. </p><p></p><p>Tofa fearlessly strode into the room and engaged a pile of fiendish creatures brought forth from some unknown hell by the winged she-bitch. Deverin had raced up to help her fend off the foes, when the manure hit the windmill. As the battle raged, Tofa called on her inner reserves and launched into a fighting rage. This time though it went horribly wrong. A flock of wispy crow-like apparitions materialized around Tofa, and swarmed the area. Their touch was that of the grave, and he felt his life force drawn from his body as they flew right through it. That was the least of his concerns; Tofa’s eye’s had rolled back in her head, and releasing a primal roar, she flung herself into battle with reckless abandon. To her there were no friends or foes, only creatures to be slaughtered. Her mighty blows made quick work of the fiendish minions, and then she turned her blade on Deverin. To make matters worse, the creatures she slew wailed piteously as their essence was drawn into the strange orange pool. It glowed brighter and brighter with each “sacrifice”. The Demoness laughed with devilish glee and encouraged her new toy to revel in the slaughter.</p><p></p><p>Things were not going well. The demon was wreaking havoc on their lines. Londis had barred the door and was holding them against a horde of enraged monstrosities that had arrived in the altar room and now hammered on the iron portal. Trixie had fallen to the demon’s touch, that same 7 pointed star now an eerily glowing symbol on her forehead. Grezz was quickly running out of spells, and if not for a lucky break from Trixie’s arcane arts, which incapacitated Tofa, things would have gone badly indeed. </p><p></p><p>We managed to snap Tofa from her frenzy, and rally for a final push. He was hurt, Trixie was teetering on the edge. Grezz was out of spells, and Londis had his hands full with the door. He saw what had to be done; the damnable fiend was too maneuverable in the chamber. He had to stop her. Calling on his last reserves, Deverin dropped his sword and grappled the demoness. He managed to hold on long enough for Tofa to behead the thing, but it badly tore him up.</p><p></p><p> Deverin could feel the venom from its foul barb coursing through him, weakening him, slowly killing him. His armor was too heavy now, he could barely stand. Forget even lifting the sword. It seemed they were trapped here, with more abominations pounding at the door. He couldn't see how he'd get out of this one. He thought, "<em>Well brother, at least I shall see you soon.</em> “</p><p></p><p>Bracing against the wall, Deverin pulled himself to his feet. Using his sword as a crutch, the old man slowly made his way to the great iron doors. Planting his feet firmly, he slowly raised his blade, resting it on a weary shoulder “<em>Well friends it’s been nice knowing you. Open the doors and make a break for it. I’ll hold them here</em>”……</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kassegore, post: 5289020, member: 94081"] [b]Session 4, Decent into Darkness[/b] Gavren Deverin sat there, slumped against the wall, his head resting on his chest. Ragged breathing escaped his cracked lips, at times interrupted by blood-filled coughs. The mighty blade of his youth lay across his lap, its edge now chipped and dented. Armor rent and blood spattered, the old paladin closed his eyes for a moment and reflected on the days’ events. By the gods, it hurt! It was terrible being old, every joint in his body ached, and muscles he hadn’t used in years were making themselves painfully known. Of course the multitude of wounds that crisscrossed his frame didn’t help, and that damn demonspawn’s venom was setting his veins afire. How had he reached this point? A week ago he had been just Gavren Deverin, the happily retired owner of the Two Knight Brewery, and now he was in some dusty ruin, trying not to cough up his spleen. Of course everything had been simpler last night, when Sergeant Lyssia Valdemars had called out the reserves to defend the town from an imminent assault by goblins. Decisions like that are always easy; you get your armor out of mothballs, buckle on your sword and go help your neighbors. How could he face Abadar doing anything less? Then he had heard about the tunnel under the glassworks. That tunnel represented a weak point in the town’s defense, and sealing it was a top priority. Besides, Grezz, Trixie and Tofa were nice kids, but they had little experience in such things. His brother, Abadar rest his soul, would never have let them take on such a mission alone. After that everything went by in a blur. Grezz, Trixie, and Tofa were there; so was that Korvosan inquisitor Londis who knew Father Zanthus. The five of them had descended into what appeared to be smuggling tunnels under the town. It seemed like an easy task to seal them until they came across the ruins. No idea how long they have been here, but considering we’re practically under Old Light, they’ve probably been here forever. Whoever had dug the tunnel into the glassworks had cut right through the ancient stone walls. They had perhaps a minute to take all this in before the eldritch horrors of the place poured out. It was an embarrassing moment to think about. He had rushed forward sword raised, just as his back gave out. With a howl he dropped his sword, and had to retreat while the youngsters fought the strange abominations vomited forth from the dry, dusty tunnel. Fortunately they made quick work of the fiends, and they pushed onward. They reached a gallery with a statue of a beautiful woman of regal bearing. He didn’t recognize her heraldry, but the book she was carrying had a strange seven pointed star on the cover. Grezz mentioned it was Thassilonian in nature. The statue also held an ornate ivory ranseur, the handle of which crumbled to dust when Grezz touched it. He had a feeling this place and Old Light might be much older than any of them realized. After a bit of stealthy exploration they traversed the complex and came to a foyer with a dark alter. He could feel the evil emanating from its rough hewn surface. The sorcerer and bard were examining the inscription on the huge iron double doors when all hell broke loose. Londis had struck the altar with his warhammer, triggering the most awful soul rending screams Deverin ever heard. Quickly he saw the inquisitor's intent and rushed over to help him destroy the foul object before the locals could arrive. The damnable thing dented his morning star, but they managed to split the block and the screaming stopped. It turned out that the screaming was the least of their problems. The iron doors swung open and belched fourth more of the twisted abominations they'd seen earlier. They all rushed inside and encountered a horrid sight. A foul, winged demon was hovering over a pool of translucent orange fluid. As they arrived, she taunted in an unknown language and spilled her blood into the pool. The pool roiled and churned, greedily accepting her blood, and from its depths crawled an abomination, a warped mockery of humanity, which lurched across the room toward them. It seemed luck was on their side, for as the creature emerged, the pool noticeably dimmed and the demoness looked visibly worried. To bad, their luck was not meant to hold. Tofa fearlessly strode into the room and engaged a pile of fiendish creatures brought forth from some unknown hell by the winged she-bitch. Deverin had raced up to help her fend off the foes, when the manure hit the windmill. As the battle raged, Tofa called on her inner reserves and launched into a fighting rage. This time though it went horribly wrong. A flock of wispy crow-like apparitions materialized around Tofa, and swarmed the area. Their touch was that of the grave, and he felt his life force drawn from his body as they flew right through it. That was the least of his concerns; Tofa’s eye’s had rolled back in her head, and releasing a primal roar, she flung herself into battle with reckless abandon. To her there were no friends or foes, only creatures to be slaughtered. Her mighty blows made quick work of the fiendish minions, and then she turned her blade on Deverin. To make matters worse, the creatures she slew wailed piteously as their essence was drawn into the strange orange pool. It glowed brighter and brighter with each “sacrifice”. The Demoness laughed with devilish glee and encouraged her new toy to revel in the slaughter. Things were not going well. The demon was wreaking havoc on their lines. Londis had barred the door and was holding them against a horde of enraged monstrosities that had arrived in the altar room and now hammered on the iron portal. Trixie had fallen to the demon’s touch, that same 7 pointed star now an eerily glowing symbol on her forehead. Grezz was quickly running out of spells, and if not for a lucky break from Trixie’s arcane arts, which incapacitated Tofa, things would have gone badly indeed. We managed to snap Tofa from her frenzy, and rally for a final push. He was hurt, Trixie was teetering on the edge. Grezz was out of spells, and Londis had his hands full with the door. He saw what had to be done; the damnable fiend was too maneuverable in the chamber. He had to stop her. Calling on his last reserves, Deverin dropped his sword and grappled the demoness. He managed to hold on long enough for Tofa to behead the thing, but it badly tore him up. Deverin could feel the venom from its foul barb coursing through him, weakening him, slowly killing him. His armor was too heavy now, he could barely stand. Forget even lifting the sword. It seemed they were trapped here, with more abominations pounding at the door. He couldn't see how he'd get out of this one. He thought, "[I]Well brother, at least I shall see you soon.[/I] “ Bracing against the wall, Deverin pulled himself to his feet. Using his sword as a crutch, the old man slowly made his way to the great iron doors. Planting his feet firmly, he slowly raised his blade, resting it on a weary shoulder “[I]Well friends it’s been nice knowing you. Open the doors and make a break for it. I’ll hold them here[/I]”…… [/QUOTE]
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