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<blockquote data-quote="Nebulous" data-source="post: 4596206" data-attributes="member: 31465"><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Adventure #7: Lord of the Maw & Boss of the Fat</span></p><p></p><p>PART THREE</p><p></p><p>But then Helga meets the gaze of the Inquisitor. Its unholy stare bores into her mind, rooting her to the spot in paralytic terror. And she’s STILL too scared to approach the thing even if she weren’t immobilized. If the zombies manage to surround her…</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.zikadik.com/shadowfell/cem12.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>But Kerric isn’t overcome by fear. Hatred of the undead burns within him like a flame. He charges past Maw’s minions, sprints back into the mausoleum, and brings the edge of his blade cracking down. Radiance sears necrotic flesh from Maw’s face, and he staggers away, shrieking, his shield of gloom expired. Kerric finds he is alone in the crypt with the servant of Kalarel. Maw staggers to his feet, uncoiling the whip and lashing out again and again, but it bounces off Kerric’s armor. And Maw fails to recharge his powers, Claw of Orcus or Speed of the Damned.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/keep/maw3.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>Raising his blade high, holy energy emanating forth, Kerric slams the sword down, skewering Lord Maw through the breastbone. The blow sends Maw flying over a casket and he crumples into a lifeless heap, finally vanquished (and not even getting a chance to use all his powers!). Kerric yanks the magical amulet off Maw’s throat and gives it to the wizard.</p><p></p><p>With Maw dead, the fight is soon over. The blue glow fades from the enchanted circle, and the cemetery returns to utter silence. Not a bad job. They wiped up dozens of foes who would have terrorized the outlying farms, killing families and children, and the Winterhaven Regulars would have been forced to confront Lord Maw on their own…and probably perished. Only a small squadron of trained fighters exists to protect the whole town and the outlying fields.</p><p></p><p>Taking a breather, they decide to question Ninaran the half-elf who is still subdued. Teary and mumbling, she begins telling a story in hushed tones, one that the group is not sure they entirely believe. Brandis Padraig, most of all, does not want to believe it.</p><p></p><p>Because…</p><p></p><p>…as Ninaran tells it, Lord Ernest Padraig is her full-blooded father. </p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/keep/pad.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>Many years ago a younger (and equally randy) Ernest Padraig bedded an elven woman. She bore a child from this union, but worse, she was deeply in love with Ernest Padraig. But he would have nothing of the relationship, especially given the political circles in which he was involved. It would be scandalous to even consider such a thing. He washed his hands clean of both she and the child, a little half-elf girl named Ninaran, </p><p></p><p>But in her grief, the mother died not long after childbirth, leaving Ninaran lost and alone in a largely uncaring world. Alone that is, until her mother’s spirit returned one day, whispering of secrets and vengeance from beyond the grave, whispering of justice against the human who brought so much misery and pain to Ninaran’s life and who killed her mother. </p><p></p><p>Revenge against Lord Ernest Padraig, his family, and all that he holds dear. </p><p></p><p>The ghost, a banshee as some would call it, shared these corrupt thoughts with her daughter, and in due time introduced Ninaran to someone who would help exact the revenge she sought:</p><p></p><p>A man named Kalarel. </p><p></p><p>And Ninaran has served Kalarel for many months now, feeding him information, exchanging notes, updating him on who is in town, and otherwise making sure that his plans, whatever they are, would not be disturbed. But it was not until Ninaran saw the corpses rising that she realized the true fault of her ways and just how far she had stepped over the boundaries of mortal decency and wallowed in the realm of corrupt necromantic evil. Even the elf Ash- beautiful Ash - became a hideous thing. </p><p></p><p>Well, that’s nice, but the group isn’t exactly enamored by Ninaran’s sob story. They brusquely pull her up and push her into Winterhaven, where they’ll let the authorities decide what to do with her. But upon reaching the estate of Lord Padraig, Brandis has a few questions for his father: namely, is what Ninaran told them true?</p><p></p><p>Sighing, the still-intoxicated Ernest Padraig closes the door to the study. </p><p></p><p>“It is…possible,” he says quietly to the group. “But not proven! Not proven. But…there was an elf woman once, yes. Long ago. Long…long ago.” </p><p></p><p>Brandis begins to wonder just how many children his father has sired across the lands. How many half brothers and sisters does he actually have? Regardless, Padraig pleads for them to tell no one, and this information must not leave the walls. And above all his wife Cynthia must not know. Well, the group wouldn’t mind some gold sealing their lips, but Padraig is exhausted and drunk, and would like to sleep on it and speak with them more tomorrow. </p><p></p><p>The rest of the night passes uneventfully, and since only Kerric the Paladin burned a daily power in the battle against the inquisitor, they decide to press on that very morning and return to Shadowfell Keep, without even talking to Padraig first. Time is of the essence, and if the confiscated note from Ninaran is any indication, Kalarel will soon complete his ritual and open the rift to the Shadowfell, an unhappy event that the heroes are sure will spell doom for everyone--and possibly themselves too. If Lord Maw is a precursor to what sort of creature will roam the countryside under the Shadowfell, they definitely don’t want to see that happen.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nebulous, post: 4596206, member: 31465"] [SIZE=4]Adventure #7: Lord of the Maw & Boss of the Fat[/SIZE] PART THREE But then Helga meets the gaze of the Inquisitor. Its unholy stare bores into her mind, rooting her to the spot in paralytic terror. And she’s STILL too scared to approach the thing even if she weren’t immobilized. If the zombies manage to surround her… [img]http://www.zikadik.com/shadowfell/cem12.jpg[/img] But Kerric isn’t overcome by fear. Hatred of the undead burns within him like a flame. He charges past Maw’s minions, sprints back into the mausoleum, and brings the edge of his blade cracking down. Radiance sears necrotic flesh from Maw’s face, and he staggers away, shrieking, his shield of gloom expired. Kerric finds he is alone in the crypt with the servant of Kalarel. Maw staggers to his feet, uncoiling the whip and lashing out again and again, but it bounces off Kerric’s armor. And Maw fails to recharge his powers, Claw of Orcus or Speed of the Damned. [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/keep/maw3.jpg[/img] Raising his blade high, holy energy emanating forth, Kerric slams the sword down, skewering Lord Maw through the breastbone. The blow sends Maw flying over a casket and he crumples into a lifeless heap, finally vanquished (and not even getting a chance to use all his powers!). Kerric yanks the magical amulet off Maw’s throat and gives it to the wizard. With Maw dead, the fight is soon over. The blue glow fades from the enchanted circle, and the cemetery returns to utter silence. Not a bad job. They wiped up dozens of foes who would have terrorized the outlying farms, killing families and children, and the Winterhaven Regulars would have been forced to confront Lord Maw on their own…and probably perished. Only a small squadron of trained fighters exists to protect the whole town and the outlying fields. Taking a breather, they decide to question Ninaran the half-elf who is still subdued. Teary and mumbling, she begins telling a story in hushed tones, one that the group is not sure they entirely believe. Brandis Padraig, most of all, does not want to believe it. Because… …as Ninaran tells it, Lord Ernest Padraig is her full-blooded father. [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/keep/pad.jpg[/img] Many years ago a younger (and equally randy) Ernest Padraig bedded an elven woman. She bore a child from this union, but worse, she was deeply in love with Ernest Padraig. But he would have nothing of the relationship, especially given the political circles in which he was involved. It would be scandalous to even consider such a thing. He washed his hands clean of both she and the child, a little half-elf girl named Ninaran, But in her grief, the mother died not long after childbirth, leaving Ninaran lost and alone in a largely uncaring world. Alone that is, until her mother’s spirit returned one day, whispering of secrets and vengeance from beyond the grave, whispering of justice against the human who brought so much misery and pain to Ninaran’s life and who killed her mother. Revenge against Lord Ernest Padraig, his family, and all that he holds dear. The ghost, a banshee as some would call it, shared these corrupt thoughts with her daughter, and in due time introduced Ninaran to someone who would help exact the revenge she sought: A man named Kalarel. And Ninaran has served Kalarel for many months now, feeding him information, exchanging notes, updating him on who is in town, and otherwise making sure that his plans, whatever they are, would not be disturbed. But it was not until Ninaran saw the corpses rising that she realized the true fault of her ways and just how far she had stepped over the boundaries of mortal decency and wallowed in the realm of corrupt necromantic evil. Even the elf Ash- beautiful Ash - became a hideous thing. Well, that’s nice, but the group isn’t exactly enamored by Ninaran’s sob story. They brusquely pull her up and push her into Winterhaven, where they’ll let the authorities decide what to do with her. But upon reaching the estate of Lord Padraig, Brandis has a few questions for his father: namely, is what Ninaran told them true? Sighing, the still-intoxicated Ernest Padraig closes the door to the study. “It is…possible,” he says quietly to the group. “But not proven! Not proven. But…there was an elf woman once, yes. Long ago. Long…long ago.” Brandis begins to wonder just how many children his father has sired across the lands. How many half brothers and sisters does he actually have? Regardless, Padraig pleads for them to tell no one, and this information must not leave the walls. And above all his wife Cynthia must not know. Well, the group wouldn’t mind some gold sealing their lips, but Padraig is exhausted and drunk, and would like to sleep on it and speak with them more tomorrow. The rest of the night passes uneventfully, and since only Kerric the Paladin burned a daily power in the battle against the inquisitor, they decide to press on that very morning and return to Shadowfell Keep, without even talking to Padraig first. Time is of the essence, and if the confiscated note from Ninaran is any indication, Kalarel will soon complete his ritual and open the rift to the Shadowfell, an unhappy event that the heroes are sure will spell doom for everyone--and possibly themselves too. If Lord Maw is a precursor to what sort of creature will roam the countryside under the Shadowfell, they definitely don’t want to see that happen. [/QUOTE]
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