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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5165300" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">His command stirred me into action. I raced into the throne room with Eldritch Light clutched in my palm. I saw a flash of cloth disappear around the entrance to the great hall and I tore off in pursuit.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I burst into the waiting chamber, a massive room with large tapestries that captured moments of Guerney’s glory hanging from the walls. Across the other side of the room I saw the Zhontell flailing his fists at Irveil, and Morgan was fast approaching. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Irveil broke free of Zhontell’s fierce assault and ran from the room. The Elf and Morgan were close on her heels. I sensed Moxadder only steps behind me, and together we followed as fast as we could.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We whipped down a long corridor and through another doorway before finally arriving at the scene of a ferocious battle. Zhontell was once more pounding the hapless magistrate, and as we rounded the corner Morgan launched himself into a flying tackle. Sensing the danger Irveil twisted aside from Morgan’s attack, sending him sprawling to the ground.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">However, the failed maneuver bought precious seconds, allowing Moxadder and I to arrive and confront Irveil.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yeild!” I commanded, pausing momentarily to await her reply. When one was not forthcoming I drove my rapier deep into her side.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder also struck her with a dagger, but she was resilient and would not fall. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Our blows seemed only trifling to her and with contempt in her eye and a cruel smile upon her lips she barked a magical command. How a magistrate had skills of magic was beyond me. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She wore an expression of smug confidence. Appearing suddenly, two massive walls of fire blocked both our exits; from whence we had come and from the doorway at the far end of the corridor. They were so tall that the flames almost licked the ceiling, close enough to blacken the panels with their heat. We were trapped. I had thought that outnumbering her four to one gave us the advantage, I was no longer so certain. Irveil’s words did nothing to comfort me, “Welcome to hell in Dominus.” She said. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She brushed aside our next feeble assaults with ease. As she sidestepped my clumsy attempt to pierce her I saw a tapestry begin to burn. Previously it had been well out of range of the fire, but now the flames seemed to be advancing toward us! As she stepped away from my blade she pulled a small glass sphere from her skirts and threw it to the ground.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It burst open and out of it rose a frameless mirror of liquid that was the height of a man. The strange black stuff rippled as it reflected the flames that surrounded us.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Following the motion of her throw she spun and darted towards the mirror seeking to run through it. Morgan, however, had other plans. He dove straight into her with such force that both he and she were knocked to the ground. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The force of the tackle drew an inhuman wail from Irveil’s lips. Her very cry felt like it cut through to my soul, instantly weakening me. I was so disoriented that my next swipe caused me to stumble. The room had begun to swirl before my eyes, the creeping flames spinning into one orange and yellow blur.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">With unexpected strength the magistrate threw Morgan off her and then let loose another command. I shook my head trying to clear my vision, and whilst I succeeded, I continued to feel dreadful and I liked not what I saw.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Several of the King’s guards had rushed bravely through the flames looking rather singed and frightened. Whilst this instantaneously brought me a feeling of relief, the moment was just as quickly lost, for three unearthly beasts stepped from the flames that now almost surrounded us. They looked like strange lizards, though they walking upright and wielding weapons like men. I could not see a thread of clothing on them for they were bathed in flames that danced about them as if they were fire in humanoid form.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The largest of them, at least a few feet taller than I, thrust its mighty spear at the recently arrived guardsmen. The effect was gruesome. Two guards were impaled so that they now resembled some horrid kebab from Irudesh City. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Another of the lizards took a swipe at me with its vicious curved sword. Irveil forgotten, I in turn thrust at him. My rapier clipped his flank drawing sizzling blood. What manner of hells spawn did we fight? </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Zhontell, meanwhile, had finally managed to land a series of blows on Irveil. The elf pummeled her repeatedly, until finally he rocked back onto one leg and smashed the heel of his other foot under Irveil’s jaw. Her head jerked back with a violent snap and she was flung backwards where she landed in a crumpled pile.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">From the woman that had been Irveil there rose a ghostly apparition. First it’s transparent head and then its shoulders and arms. Its hands somehow pressed upon the corpse that housed it and pushed upwards, as if in a struggle to release itself from its mortal shackles.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder, none too phased, or perhaps too panicked to react rationally (which was always difficult for him in any case), slashed at it with a dagger. The blade passed harmlessly through where its jugular would have been. Ignoring the attack from Moxadder it continued its struggle until it seemed to leap out of Irveil’s body.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Before us hovered a ghost! The shade let loose with a cry, a low moan that seemed to echo throughout our flaming prison. It was the most terrible noise I had ever heard. My left hand clawed at my chest, for my heart went cold and still. I could feel my limbs shivering and my fingers go numb. I was filled with the utmost dread. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder must have been similarly affected, for he ran passed me and straight at the wall. Just before I expected to see him crash headlong into it he leapt forward with feet and hands splayed before him and seemed to stick to the wall! The leap slowed his momentum not one bit, for before I could blink he has somehow climbed the wall and crouched, upside down, on the ceiling, quietly rocking back and forth.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I could not gaze upon the apparition, and I have no shame in admitting it. I was petrified of it. The battle continued around me but, I was too distraught to know it.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The thing that brought me out of my hopelessness was the unusually calm and strong voice of Morgan. I looked upon him and gazed in wonder. He radiated pure white light. In his right hand he held the scepter of Artyom Seth. “Gerard. Moxadder. Come back to us.” He said softly. And then in a deep and rumbling command, “COME BACK NOW!”</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">His last word snapped me from the darkness that engulfed my heart. Before me stood the man-lizard. Beyond him was Morgan, no longer bathed in white, but still wielding the scepter against the evil shade. Zhontell stood beside him, fists ready to strike at thin air. The guards all lay dead, strewn about as if a child had thrown his toys. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Even as I saw the scene before me, Mortec stepped from the flames that were so close now that I could feel their burning heat. Smoke seemed to come from every pore on his body. His face was blistered and his clothing charred, but still the brave Gnome had come to the aid of his comrades.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Such was the power in Morgan’s call that I paid no heed no my assailant until it was too late. Steel flashed down at my skull, I ducked and instinctively threw my left arm above my face in an attempt to block the killing blow. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I screamed in agony as the blade passed through my wrist, severing my hand completely. Blood spurted from the wound, covering the man-lizard.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Morgan’s voice yelled above my screams, “TO ME!”, and at once the man-lizard and its friends stopped attacking my companions and I and instead began raining blows upon the ghost. All bar the ghost seemed to answer Morgan’s call. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I felt myself tumble to the ground. Once again my vision blurred, but not before I witnessed Moxadder launch himself from the ceiling. The dagger of Geirr held with both hands above his head as he fell. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">With a scream of vicious hatred he swung his arms forward in mid-descent just as he reached the shade. Somehow the point of the knife struck true, and with one final scream the ghost was sucked into the blade of Geirr, as if it had sucked an oyster from its shell, even as Moxadder landed with an uncontrolled thump into the stone floor. He cried out in pain, but was quickly to his feet looking for another foe. There were none evident. With the demise of the apparition the man-lizards had also disappeared.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">So shocked I was that I ceased my cries of pain. My wound still spurted blood with each beat of my now freed heart, but the pain had become so much that I could no longer feel anything in my arm. My blood loss was almost too great. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The searing heat I had felt, suddenly disappeared and I saw the tall figure of Argonne lurching down the corridor, walking through what was left of the inferno that Irveil had created. Small flames still burnt in patches, but for the most part the fire had been quenched. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I blacked out once more. When I came to, it must have only been a few seconds later, I rolled and saw Zhontell peering at the mirror, whilst Morgan and Argonne</span> moved toward Mortec, who was looking very uneasy on his feet. They too must have seen Zhontell’s interest in the liquid, for as one they cried, “No!” </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was too late. Zhontell leaned forward and stuck her head into the mirror.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As his head struck the mirrors’ shimmering surface the liquid rippled violently before emitting a deafening roar. I sat bolt upright and covered my ears with both hand and bloody stump. Morgan, Moxadder and Argonne were knocked off their feet, but Mortec fared worse.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Gnomes mouth dropped in a soundless scream and his eyes widened, and then in a bizarre implosion, his skull caved in on itself as blood burst from both his ears. He fell to his knees before slumping, lifeless to the flagstones.</span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">That horrifying vision was the last thing I saw before darkness took me. </span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5165300, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]His command stirred me into action. I raced into the throne room with Eldritch Light clutched in my palm. I saw a flash of cloth disappear around the entrance to the great hall and I tore off in pursuit.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I burst into the waiting chamber, a massive room with large tapestries that captured moments of Guerney’s glory hanging from the walls. Across the other side of the room I saw the Zhontell flailing his fists at Irveil, and Morgan was fast approaching. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Irveil broke free of Zhontell’s fierce assault and ran from the room. The Elf and Morgan were close on her heels. I sensed Moxadder only steps behind me, and together we followed as fast as we could.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We whipped down a long corridor and through another doorway before finally arriving at the scene of a ferocious battle. Zhontell was once more pounding the hapless magistrate, and as we rounded the corner Morgan launched himself into a flying tackle. Sensing the danger Irveil twisted aside from Morgan’s attack, sending him sprawling to the ground.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]However, the failed maneuver bought precious seconds, allowing Moxadder and I to arrive and confront Irveil.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yeild!” I commanded, pausing momentarily to await her reply. When one was not forthcoming I drove my rapier deep into her side.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder also struck her with a dagger, but she was resilient and would not fall. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Our blows seemed only trifling to her and with contempt in her eye and a cruel smile upon her lips she barked a magical command. How a magistrate had skills of magic was beyond me. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She wore an expression of smug confidence. Appearing suddenly, two massive walls of fire blocked both our exits; from whence we had come and from the doorway at the far end of the corridor. They were so tall that the flames almost licked the ceiling, close enough to blacken the panels with their heat. We were trapped. I had thought that outnumbering her four to one gave us the advantage, I was no longer so certain. Irveil’s words did nothing to comfort me, “Welcome to hell in Dominus.” She said. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She brushed aside our next feeble assaults with ease. As she sidestepped my clumsy attempt to pierce her I saw a tapestry begin to burn. Previously it had been well out of range of the fire, but now the flames seemed to be advancing toward us! As she stepped away from my blade she pulled a small glass sphere from her skirts and threw it to the ground.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It burst open and out of it rose a frameless mirror of liquid that was the height of a man. The strange black stuff rippled as it reflected the flames that surrounded us.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Following the motion of her throw she spun and darted towards the mirror seeking to run through it. Morgan, however, had other plans. He dove straight into her with such force that both he and she were knocked to the ground. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The force of the tackle drew an inhuman wail from Irveil’s lips. Her very cry felt like it cut through to my soul, instantly weakening me. I was so disoriented that my next swipe caused me to stumble. The room had begun to swirl before my eyes, the creeping flames spinning into one orange and yellow blur.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]With unexpected strength the magistrate threw Morgan off her and then let loose another command. I shook my head trying to clear my vision, and whilst I succeeded, I continued to feel dreadful and I liked not what I saw.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Several of the King’s guards had rushed bravely through the flames looking rather singed and frightened. Whilst this instantaneously brought me a feeling of relief, the moment was just as quickly lost, for three unearthly beasts stepped from the flames that now almost surrounded us. They looked like strange lizards, though they walking upright and wielding weapons like men. I could not see a thread of clothing on them for they were bathed in flames that danced about them as if they were fire in humanoid form.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The largest of them, at least a few feet taller than I, thrust its mighty spear at the recently arrived guardsmen. The effect was gruesome. Two guards were impaled so that they now resembled some horrid kebab from Irudesh City. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Another of the lizards took a swipe at me with its vicious curved sword. Irveil forgotten, I in turn thrust at him. My rapier clipped his flank drawing sizzling blood. What manner of hells spawn did we fight? [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Zhontell, meanwhile, had finally managed to land a series of blows on Irveil. The elf pummeled her repeatedly, until finally he rocked back onto one leg and smashed the heel of his other foot under Irveil’s jaw. Her head jerked back with a violent snap and she was flung backwards where she landed in a crumpled pile.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]From the woman that had been Irveil there rose a ghostly apparition. First it’s transparent head and then its shoulders and arms. Its hands somehow pressed upon the corpse that housed it and pushed upwards, as if in a struggle to release itself from its mortal shackles.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder, none too phased, or perhaps too panicked to react rationally (which was always difficult for him in any case), slashed at it with a dagger. The blade passed harmlessly through where its jugular would have been. Ignoring the attack from Moxadder it continued its struggle until it seemed to leap out of Irveil’s body.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Before us hovered a ghost! The shade let loose with a cry, a low moan that seemed to echo throughout our flaming prison. It was the most terrible noise I had ever heard. My left hand clawed at my chest, for my heart went cold and still. I could feel my limbs shivering and my fingers go numb. I was filled with the utmost dread. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder must have been similarly affected, for he ran passed me and straight at the wall. Just before I expected to see him crash headlong into it he leapt forward with feet and hands splayed before him and seemed to stick to the wall! The leap slowed his momentum not one bit, for before I could blink he has somehow climbed the wall and crouched, upside down, on the ceiling, quietly rocking back and forth.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I could not gaze upon the apparition, and I have no shame in admitting it. I was petrified of it. The battle continued around me but, I was too distraught to know it.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The thing that brought me out of my hopelessness was the unusually calm and strong voice of Morgan. I looked upon him and gazed in wonder. He radiated pure white light. In his right hand he held the scepter of Artyom Seth. “Gerard. Moxadder. Come back to us.” He said softly. And then in a deep and rumbling command, “COME BACK NOW!”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]His last word snapped me from the darkness that engulfed my heart. Before me stood the man-lizard. Beyond him was Morgan, no longer bathed in white, but still wielding the scepter against the evil shade. Zhontell stood beside him, fists ready to strike at thin air. The guards all lay dead, strewn about as if a child had thrown his toys. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Even as I saw the scene before me, Mortec stepped from the flames that were so close now that I could feel their burning heat. Smoke seemed to come from every pore on his body. His face was blistered and his clothing charred, but still the brave Gnome had come to the aid of his comrades.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Such was the power in Morgan’s call that I paid no heed no my assailant until it was too late. Steel flashed down at my skull, I ducked and instinctively threw my left arm above my face in an attempt to block the killing blow. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I screamed in agony as the blade passed through my wrist, severing my hand completely. Blood spurted from the wound, covering the man-lizard.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Morgan’s voice yelled above my screams, “TO ME!”, and at once the man-lizard and its friends stopped attacking my companions and I and instead began raining blows upon the ghost. All bar the ghost seemed to answer Morgan’s call. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I felt myself tumble to the ground. Once again my vision blurred, but not before I witnessed Moxadder launch himself from the ceiling. The dagger of Geirr held with both hands above his head as he fell. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]With a scream of vicious hatred he swung his arms forward in mid-descent just as he reached the shade. Somehow the point of the knife struck true, and with one final scream the ghost was sucked into the blade of Geirr, as if it had sucked an oyster from its shell, even as Moxadder landed with an uncontrolled thump into the stone floor. He cried out in pain, but was quickly to his feet looking for another foe. There were none evident. With the demise of the apparition the man-lizards had also disappeared.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]So shocked I was that I ceased my cries of pain. My wound still spurted blood with each beat of my now freed heart, but the pain had become so much that I could no longer feel anything in my arm. My blood loss was almost too great. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The searing heat I had felt, suddenly disappeared and I saw the tall figure of Argonne lurching down the corridor, walking through what was left of the inferno that Irveil had created. Small flames still burnt in patches, but for the most part the fire had been quenched. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I blacked out once more. When I came to, it must have only been a few seconds later, I rolled and saw Zhontell peering at the mirror, whilst Morgan and Argonne[/FONT] moved toward Mortec, who was looking very uneasy on his feet. They too must have seen Zhontell’s interest in the liquid, for as one they cried, “No!” [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was too late. Zhontell leaned forward and stuck her head into the mirror.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As his head struck the mirrors’ shimmering surface the liquid rippled violently before emitting a deafening roar. I sat bolt upright and covered my ears with both hand and bloody stump. Morgan, Moxadder and Argonne were knocked off their feet, but Mortec fared worse.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The Gnomes mouth dropped in a soundless scream and his eyes widened, and then in a bizarre implosion, his skull caved in on itself as blood burst from both his ears. He fell to his knees before slumping, lifeless to the flagstones.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]That horrifying vision was the last thing I saw before darkness took me. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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