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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5318036" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>The next two days passed without incident. My companions had each received some sort of ‘gift’ from Taen, although none as harrowing as my own. Whilst I longed to try my new deformities and see if I could actually breathe underwater I resolved to do so in a more appropriate place. I did not think that the priests of Thuus would take kindly to me frolicking in their holy river.</p><p></p><p>We were rudely awakened on the morning the third day by a loud thumping on our door. “Wake up! You board in fifteen minutes.” </p><p></p><p>After a very quick scramble we managed to board the second of three barges just before it launched.</p><p></p><p>The precautions that Igane had taken proved successful. No incidents befell our sturdy craft to its first port of call, Avinal, Morgan’s home. The only event of note was that at one of two ruins we passed my curiousity got the better of me and I chose to examine one of them. I took opportunity to dive overboard and test my new gills and webbed appendages. It was just as I thought, I could indeed breath underwater, and so much more exhilarating than I imagined!</p><p></p><p>The ruins were remarkable. Firstly because they were unexplored, (the Captain of the barge I was on told me that none had managed to gain entrance to them) and secondly because I found Dwarfish runes inscribed on them. They had been built in ancient times by a Dwarfen tribe called the Stonecutters. If the boats had not kept going up the river I would have spent more time examining the fascinating ruin, but I only managed to discover, via magical means, that there was a door that had been magically sealed. I thought that I might be able to open it somehow, but would need time, that I did not have, to study it. It was with some annoyance that I swam back to the barge.</p><p></p><p>We spent one day in Avinal, Moxadder with his Blood Road friends and Morgan with his family. No doubt that was an interesting meeting considering that he had returned almost half his previous size and no longer human. The Halfing returned just before we launched and explained that it had taken some time to convince his family that it was really him. He had accepted his change, just as I had mine. In true Fastendian fashion they chose not to judge him on his physical appearance but his deeds, and when they had heard what he had achieved they were not only pleased, but very, very proud. </p><p></p><p>One the first day from Avinal we passed a massive rectangular stone monolith that jutted from the ground. The crew informed me that it was a new addition to the landscape as they had not seen it before. We rowed close enough to it for me to make out the large lettered inscription on it. It was written in the language of the barbarians, the same race that had attacked Montfort. It read ‘Grushhelt, hero of the Rashrid’. It appeared that the barbarians were still being driven from their homes in the north.</p><p></p><p>The next day this was proved to be true. A horde of them massed on the northern bank of the river, desperately seeking someway to cross over it. However, it had widened somewhat since we had forded it days before and now was at least a couple of hundred feet across and the water flowed even faster. On the horizon we saw the cause of their angst, a thick mass of fog, the same fog that preceded the troops of the Dominion.</p><p></p><p>We kept close to the southern bank, and although they shouted several war-cries at us, they chose not to waste their shafts on a foe that would be gone soon enough.</p><p></p><p>On the afternoon of the third day from Avinal, no more than an hour from Morannin, we finally encountered something that we could not avoid. </p><p></p><p>Floating above the river was a massive purple-black blob. How it managed to hold itself in the air I do not know, for it had no wings or other means to hover. Lighting cracked around it, revealing the irregular curves of its shape, almost as if it was a storm cloud, but it had too much substance and form to be one.</p><p></p><p>It had no discernable features; no limbs and no head or face, yet somehow it sensed us. Even more lightning crackled around it and slowly it move toward us.</p><p></p><p>“It is a thing of Dominion, created by Xvart!.” Said Stravarious confirming that it was something that was an enemy of ours..</p><p></p><p>As it crept forward the Hydra and the armed guard of the barges loosed waves of arrows into it. What good they did I do not know for the shafts that struck true seemed to be absorbed by its mass.</p><p></p><p>The Captain ordered the barges to the southern shore, so that we could not be sunk by the aberration and so that if need be we could all flee our separate ways.</p><p></p><p>It had managed to move close to us now, close enough to reveal its intent. A deep rumbled of thunder sounded from within it and suddenly a mass of purple-black tentacles shot out from its body. As each reach its full extension a bolt of lighting flashed from each tip. Nine bolts found their mark, each downing a brave Fastendian. One had targeted Moxadder. He saw it come toward him and miraculously dove to his left at the same instant that it smashed into the ground where he had recently stood. I shook my head in disbelief, I had never seen a man move that quickly before. In one moment he had been about to die, electrocuted like the others, then the next he had tumbled away to safety. </p><p></p><p>Another wave of arrows flew into it. I had lost count how many had struck. It had stopped now, its tentacles with in reach of their targets. I could see no way of destroying it. The blob seemed impervious to our attacks. But it was then that Stravarious let loose a magical green blast from his hand. The whole creature was momentarily outlined in pulsating green light and it sunk a little lower than it had been before. Kuruul also leapt into the fray. He was in his canine form and let loose and mighty howl, the blob paused a moment and once again floated closer to the river. It’s revenge was not as potent as its first assault. This time it could manage only one bolt of lighting. It’s victim shuddered violently before slumping, smoking, to the ground, but now we had the ascendancy. Stravarious continued to throw his green light at the creature. Slowly but surely its strength waned and it floated lower and lower to the water until a single arrow loosed by a guardsman struck it and the blob fell perhaps twenty feet into the Narn. The water hissed and crackled as the electrical charge of the blob was dispersed in the river, all the while the massive corpse slowly sinking into its depths.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5318036, member: 46615"] The next two days passed without incident. My companions had each received some sort of ‘gift’ from Taen, although none as harrowing as my own. Whilst I longed to try my new deformities and see if I could actually breathe underwater I resolved to do so in a more appropriate place. I did not think that the priests of Thuus would take kindly to me frolicking in their holy river. We were rudely awakened on the morning the third day by a loud thumping on our door. “Wake up! You board in fifteen minutes.” After a very quick scramble we managed to board the second of three barges just before it launched. The precautions that Igane had taken proved successful. No incidents befell our sturdy craft to its first port of call, Avinal, Morgan’s home. The only event of note was that at one of two ruins we passed my curiousity got the better of me and I chose to examine one of them. I took opportunity to dive overboard and test my new gills and webbed appendages. It was just as I thought, I could indeed breath underwater, and so much more exhilarating than I imagined! The ruins were remarkable. Firstly because they were unexplored, (the Captain of the barge I was on told me that none had managed to gain entrance to them) and secondly because I found Dwarfish runes inscribed on them. They had been built in ancient times by a Dwarfen tribe called the Stonecutters. If the boats had not kept going up the river I would have spent more time examining the fascinating ruin, but I only managed to discover, via magical means, that there was a door that had been magically sealed. I thought that I might be able to open it somehow, but would need time, that I did not have, to study it. It was with some annoyance that I swam back to the barge. We spent one day in Avinal, Moxadder with his Blood Road friends and Morgan with his family. No doubt that was an interesting meeting considering that he had returned almost half his previous size and no longer human. The Halfing returned just before we launched and explained that it had taken some time to convince his family that it was really him. He had accepted his change, just as I had mine. In true Fastendian fashion they chose not to judge him on his physical appearance but his deeds, and when they had heard what he had achieved they were not only pleased, but very, very proud. One the first day from Avinal we passed a massive rectangular stone monolith that jutted from the ground. The crew informed me that it was a new addition to the landscape as they had not seen it before. We rowed close enough to it for me to make out the large lettered inscription on it. It was written in the language of the barbarians, the same race that had attacked Montfort. It read ‘Grushhelt, hero of the Rashrid’. It appeared that the barbarians were still being driven from their homes in the north. The next day this was proved to be true. A horde of them massed on the northern bank of the river, desperately seeking someway to cross over it. However, it had widened somewhat since we had forded it days before and now was at least a couple of hundred feet across and the water flowed even faster. On the horizon we saw the cause of their angst, a thick mass of fog, the same fog that preceded the troops of the Dominion. We kept close to the southern bank, and although they shouted several war-cries at us, they chose not to waste their shafts on a foe that would be gone soon enough. On the afternoon of the third day from Avinal, no more than an hour from Morannin, we finally encountered something that we could not avoid. Floating above the river was a massive purple-black blob. How it managed to hold itself in the air I do not know, for it had no wings or other means to hover. Lighting cracked around it, revealing the irregular curves of its shape, almost as if it was a storm cloud, but it had too much substance and form to be one. It had no discernable features; no limbs and no head or face, yet somehow it sensed us. Even more lightning crackled around it and slowly it move toward us. “It is a thing of Dominion, created by Xvart!.” Said Stravarious confirming that it was something that was an enemy of ours.. As it crept forward the Hydra and the armed guard of the barges loosed waves of arrows into it. What good they did I do not know for the shafts that struck true seemed to be absorbed by its mass. The Captain ordered the barges to the southern shore, so that we could not be sunk by the aberration and so that if need be we could all flee our separate ways. It had managed to move close to us now, close enough to reveal its intent. A deep rumbled of thunder sounded from within it and suddenly a mass of purple-black tentacles shot out from its body. As each reach its full extension a bolt of lighting flashed from each tip. Nine bolts found their mark, each downing a brave Fastendian. One had targeted Moxadder. He saw it come toward him and miraculously dove to his left at the same instant that it smashed into the ground where he had recently stood. I shook my head in disbelief, I had never seen a man move that quickly before. In one moment he had been about to die, electrocuted like the others, then the next he had tumbled away to safety. Another wave of arrows flew into it. I had lost count how many had struck. It had stopped now, its tentacles with in reach of their targets. I could see no way of destroying it. The blob seemed impervious to our attacks. But it was then that Stravarious let loose a magical green blast from his hand. The whole creature was momentarily outlined in pulsating green light and it sunk a little lower than it had been before. Kuruul also leapt into the fray. He was in his canine form and let loose and mighty howl, the blob paused a moment and once again floated closer to the river. It’s revenge was not as potent as its first assault. This time it could manage only one bolt of lighting. It’s victim shuddered violently before slumping, smoking, to the ground, but now we had the ascendancy. Stravarious continued to throw his green light at the creature. Slowly but surely its strength waned and it floated lower and lower to the water until a single arrow loosed by a guardsman struck it and the blob fell perhaps twenty feet into the Narn. The water hissed and crackled as the electrical charge of the blob was dispersed in the river, all the while the massive corpse slowly sinking into its depths. [/QUOTE]
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