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<blockquote data-quote="Enkhidu" data-source="post: 262858" data-attributes="member: 351"><p>Well, here's the promised installment!</p><p></p><p>And, if you like it (and I know you will), you should thank my partner in crime (and erstwhile sidekick, no matter what he says). As DM, he did a durn good job of setting the mood for our first encounter with these little beasties (he also did a pretty convincing reenactment of the battle during our writing session, and I still have the bruises to prove it - as DM he always gets to play the bad guys. At this point, I'm getting sort of afraid of what will happen if we meet any trolls).</p><p></p><p>By the way, this is the last post of our first gaming session, if that gives you any indication of how this is going, so you can look forward to dozens more.</p><p></p><p>Oh yeah, 2 more things. 1) Basic feloine stat info will be up as soon as the DM gets his notes together. Look for them tomorrow at some point. 2) SPOILERS SPOLIERS SPOILERS</p><p></p><p>That's right from here on out, this story hour will have SPOILERS for the Sunless Citadel. Read accordingly.</p><p></p><p>And now?</p><p></p><p>Enjoy...</p><p></p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Pack threw some more wood on the fire and headed back toward his makeshift seat. The fire really hadn’t needed more wood but the halfling was loath to let the others to know how sore he was from the day’s ride. He feigned a yawn, using the opportunity to stretch his tight muscles before glancing around at his traveling mates. </p><p></p><p>Theo and Ander stood on the outskirts of the camp tending to the horses and discussing in low tones what seemed to Pack to be supplies and timetables. Each man would listen to the other, look to the three-quarter full moon, and then point at the bag holding the party’s supplies. It was obviously not an argument, but it was clear that each man had his own view of how and when the supplies should be used. The discussion seemed to end when Brother Theo let out a hardy laugh and slapped the woodsman on the back, as the younger man chuckled and began redistributing the supplies into smaller bags. </p><p></p><p>Pack next stretched his legs over toward Aurora. The red haired sorceress sat deep in concentration, staring deeply into the fire. He moved slowly across the encampment, and paused a moment when he neared Ashrem’s sleeping form. The cat-man was to stand second watch when night reached its darkest and where his feline eyesight would be of the most use, and thus had gone to bed early. The halfling had never felt nervous around Ashrem when he had thought of the man as a leper and beggar, but seeing him in his true form sent a chill down the young bard’s spine. </p><p></p><p>As if reading his thoughts, the feloine opened one of his eyes and smiled. “Fear not Pack, I am still the same person who listened to your songs while Lizon cooked dinner. Please, move on now, you are standing upwind and impede my ability to detect anything that may decide to interrupt our rest.” Then, having finished, Ashrem closed his eye and once again resumed his own even breathing.</p><p></p><p>Pack shivered once and quickly skipped toward the young maiden, trying to look nonchalant and failing. Once at her side he plopped down on the grassy floor next to her and sighed deeply to try and break her concentration. When that failed to get a reaction, he tried a more direct approach and poked her in the side. </p><p></p><p>“Wha…Oh, it’s you, Pack. Sorry - old habit from my time in the city. I just sort of block everything out.” Aurora stammered as she blushed at the halfling. Then Pack saw her eye’s light up and a grin spread across both cheeks. “Oh, while you are here, may I use you as a test subject?”</p><p></p><p>“Sure.” Pack replied eagerly. “What do you need me to do?”</p><p></p><p>“Just stand right where you are.” </p><p></p><p>“Okay.” He stood and waited as Aurora began backing away from him. At five paces, he began to wonder what she had planned; at ten, he began sweating in anticipation; and at fifteen, he started having second thoughts about volunteering. Once she was about twenty paces from him, Aurora turned and faced the nervous halfling.</p><p></p><p>Pack watched Aurora’s every motion, trying to discern what the young sorceress was doing. He saw her breathing slow and her eyes focus on his: a sheen of perspiration shone of her forehead. Just as he was about to tell her to hurry, her arm shot straight out and a purple dragon head lanced from her finger tips. The young bard screamed and threw his hands up in front of his face, preparing for the impact of the deadly missile. </p><p></p><p>The impact never happened. Slowly, Pack opened his eyes and peeked through his fingers. Ander, Theo, and Ashrem huddled around the frightened halfling with weapons drawn and staring at Aurora’s magical projectile, suspended above the fire just a few feet away. Pack watched, amazed, as the dragon head began rotating and growing, blurring into a glowing sphere of purple light. The ball suddenly shifted color, turning a light blue, and the halfling heard Aurora gasp. With her sharp intake of breath, the globe quivered and faded, once again leaving the camp in firelight.</p><p></p><p> “I’m sorry Pack” Aurora pleaded as she tried to catch her breath. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” </p><p></p><p>“What was that?” Ander exclaimed as he supported the exhausted spellcaster and led her to her seat. </p><p></p><p>“It’s something that I have been working on.” Aurora explained. “I’ve been trying to concentrate my scorcher so that it won’t disperse when it hits its target, but when I concentrate too hard all I get is a lopsided ball that starts to overheat. I can ‘feel’ the magic but I can’t control it yet. Pack wasn’t in any danger: I can determine where it goes and unlike my scorcher spell I can shift targets. But once I do that it loses shape and starts to burn the air around it. It’s not quite what I had in mind, but it might just come in handy.”</p><p></p><p>Brother Theo walked up to the girl with Pack in tow, and patted her on the shoulder, but before he could give any words of encouragement, Pack heard a growl, like that of a great mountain cat. </p><p></p><p>“We are not alone!” </p><p></p><p>Pack’s heart raced at Ashrem’s words, and he turned scanning the area for signs of scaly raiders. His body twisted in a complete circle but all he saw was the tangled form of the underbrush that encircled the camp. The bard paused trying to get his bearing and just as he started to question his feline companion, the brambles behind Ander suddenly sprang up and clawed at the young woodsman. Pack’s scream seemed to reach Ander’s ears, and gave the warrior warning enough to roll away before the talons on the manlike bush could tear through more than just his cloak. Ander continued his roll using the momentum to bring his quarterstaff around to bear on his attacker. The bush creature tried to shield the blow with its thick arms but the ranger’s blow had too much force behind it. Pack felt pieces of bark splatter against his skin as the stick figure splintered into tiny wooden fragments. </p><p></p><p>Brushing the pieces of wood from his face Pack glanced around the campsite. Three more of the creatures had risen from the vines and were fast approaching the small band. Ander moved to position himself in front of Aurora and the young bard while Theo moved to the rear. Pack could not see Ashrem and feared that some unseen twig creatures had dragged off the feloine. The firelight danced around the campsite-turned-battlefield making it hard for the halfling to distinguish between the attackers and the brambles. </p><p></p><p>Moving slightly closer to the fire, Pack saw the twig creatures begin a frontal assault. All three creatures rushed through the brambles straight towards the bard and his allies. Just as the first one entered the clearing, a dark shadow appeared behind it and a loud cracking noise was heard. The creature stopped and turned in its tracks as the other shambled past. A small crack could be seen in its back as it faced Ashrem, who was pulling his shadowy form out from under the briar. </p><p></p><p>The cat-man circled the creature looking for an opening. The silhouette of a short silver blade that Pack recognized as the one that Lizon had given to Ander, danced in front of Ashrem. The blade darted out time and again as Pack saw the feloine dodging the needlelike claws of the attacking creature. Thrust after thrust from the small sword pressed into the woody creature but Pack saw no evidence of any real damage being done from the pressing attack. </p><p> </p><p>“Ander,” the tiring feloine called, “I need assistance. My weapon seems to be of no use against these creatures.” </p><p></p><p>Pack turned to find that the woodsman was in troubles of his own as two of the creatures battered at the young woodsman. Ander was backpedaling, trying to buy time as he held the creatures at bay with his staff. Unlike the feloine’s strikes, whenever one of Anders blows landed, bits of bark and kindling blasted from the struck creature’s body. Just as it looked to the halfling that Ander had gained control of the fight, one of the twig blights ducked under a high blow and jumped upward, tearing at the woodsman’s face. Ander screamed, nearly dropping his weapon, and Pack could see that a thick sap coated the flesh wound causing the skin to blister and peel. </p><p></p><p>Enraged at the scene, Pack reached down and drew a burning log from the fire. Gripping the log he brandished it like a club with the burning end facing toward his foe. He started towards the woodsman but Ander’s concerned look told him that he was needed elsewhere. Spinning around and following the ranger’s gaze, Pack saw that Theo and his whirling flail had moved up to aid Ashrem, but a fourth creature was moving in on an unknowing Aurora. Pack ran forward to intercept the creature even as Aurora turned and realized her danger. The young sorceress stood paralyzed with fear as the twig blight bore down of her. Pack closed his eyes and charged with all his might at the creature, hoping to push it back away from Aurora. A hollow thud and jarring impact jolted the halfling’s eyes open. Pack could hear the hiss as the sap boiled on the wooden creature, but it did not burst into flame, nor did the impact push the solid creature backwards away from its target. </p><p></p><p>The creature seemed to grin and reared back to strike the stunned halfling. Pack dropped the log and fell to the ground as two claws ripped at the air where his head had just been. The creature howled and creaked, sounding like fresh wood burning in a fire, and lunged at the defenseless halfling. The creature stopped in mid-air as two deep blue missiles shaped like miniature flying dragons slammed into it, hurtling it into the campfire. The creature thrashed as the flames leapt onto its body but it soon sat still as the fire engulfed it.</p><p></p><p>Pack glanced back to see a paled Aurora holding the dragon tooth wand motioning for him to get up. Behind her the halfling could see Theo’s flail obliterate Ashram's and his foe with one mighty overhand stroke. All eyes then turned back toward Ander and his duel. The woodsman had already dropped one of the creatures but he showed signs of multiple wounds, all complete with the blistering and peeling from the irritating sap. The remaining creature clawed and raked, keeping the woodsman on his heels. Attack after attack pushed Ander backwards into the brambles where the woodsman’s movement became slowed and hampered by the thick undergrowth. </p><p></p><p>Sensing that he was in trouble, Pack desperately searched for something to aid the woodsman with. As he looked he saw two more of the miniature dragons fly free of Aurora’s wand and strike the wooden body of the creature. The creature bucked under the onslaught but pressed on with its assault even more ferociously. Brother Theo stepped up next to Aurora and raised his shield up like he was blocking a blow and bellowed out toward the heavens. </p><p></p><p><strong>“Lord of Thunder, strike your foe with the Fury of the Storms!”</strong></p><p></p><p>Pack saw the lightning design on Theo’s shield dance, and then coalesce on the shield boss. From that metal disc, a bolt of pure power as thick as a Worm’s arm arced toward the blighted twig’s chest and continued on through it, leaving a charred husk behind. The remainder of the creature slowly toppled into the brambles.</p><p></p><p>After a moment of stunned silence, Ashrem blended back into the shadows of the thicket, and Ander leaned heavily on his staff. Brother Theo brushed past Pack and reached out to the woodsman, intoning a soothing hymn that seemed to seal Ander’s open wounds. Pack glanced over at Aurora, who had sunk to her knees in exhaustion. From the look on her face, Pack wasn’t sure if she was about ready to laugh, or to cry. </p><p></p><p>The halfling then wiped his own eyes. <em>What else is out there? And Gods preserve us, can we stand against it?</em></p><p></p><p>*****</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Enkhidu, post: 262858, member: 351"] Well, here's the promised installment! And, if you like it (and I know you will), you should thank my partner in crime (and erstwhile sidekick, no matter what he says). As DM, he did a durn good job of setting the mood for our first encounter with these little beasties (he also did a pretty convincing reenactment of the battle during our writing session, and I still have the bruises to prove it - as DM he always gets to play the bad guys. At this point, I'm getting sort of afraid of what will happen if we meet any trolls). By the way, this is the last post of our first gaming session, if that gives you any indication of how this is going, so you can look forward to dozens more. Oh yeah, 2 more things. 1) Basic feloine stat info will be up as soon as the DM gets his notes together. Look for them tomorrow at some point. 2) SPOILERS SPOLIERS SPOILERS That's right from here on out, this story hour will have SPOILERS for the Sunless Citadel. Read accordingly. And now? Enjoy... ***** Pack threw some more wood on the fire and headed back toward his makeshift seat. The fire really hadn’t needed more wood but the halfling was loath to let the others to know how sore he was from the day’s ride. He feigned a yawn, using the opportunity to stretch his tight muscles before glancing around at his traveling mates. Theo and Ander stood on the outskirts of the camp tending to the horses and discussing in low tones what seemed to Pack to be supplies and timetables. Each man would listen to the other, look to the three-quarter full moon, and then point at the bag holding the party’s supplies. It was obviously not an argument, but it was clear that each man had his own view of how and when the supplies should be used. The discussion seemed to end when Brother Theo let out a hardy laugh and slapped the woodsman on the back, as the younger man chuckled and began redistributing the supplies into smaller bags. Pack next stretched his legs over toward Aurora. The red haired sorceress sat deep in concentration, staring deeply into the fire. He moved slowly across the encampment, and paused a moment when he neared Ashrem’s sleeping form. The cat-man was to stand second watch when night reached its darkest and where his feline eyesight would be of the most use, and thus had gone to bed early. The halfling had never felt nervous around Ashrem when he had thought of the man as a leper and beggar, but seeing him in his true form sent a chill down the young bard’s spine. As if reading his thoughts, the feloine opened one of his eyes and smiled. “Fear not Pack, I am still the same person who listened to your songs while Lizon cooked dinner. Please, move on now, you are standing upwind and impede my ability to detect anything that may decide to interrupt our rest.” Then, having finished, Ashrem closed his eye and once again resumed his own even breathing. Pack shivered once and quickly skipped toward the young maiden, trying to look nonchalant and failing. Once at her side he plopped down on the grassy floor next to her and sighed deeply to try and break her concentration. When that failed to get a reaction, he tried a more direct approach and poked her in the side. “Wha…Oh, it’s you, Pack. Sorry - old habit from my time in the city. I just sort of block everything out.” Aurora stammered as she blushed at the halfling. Then Pack saw her eye’s light up and a grin spread across both cheeks. “Oh, while you are here, may I use you as a test subject?” “Sure.” Pack replied eagerly. “What do you need me to do?” “Just stand right where you are.” “Okay.” He stood and waited as Aurora began backing away from him. At five paces, he began to wonder what she had planned; at ten, he began sweating in anticipation; and at fifteen, he started having second thoughts about volunteering. Once she was about twenty paces from him, Aurora turned and faced the nervous halfling. Pack watched Aurora’s every motion, trying to discern what the young sorceress was doing. He saw her breathing slow and her eyes focus on his: a sheen of perspiration shone of her forehead. Just as he was about to tell her to hurry, her arm shot straight out and a purple dragon head lanced from her finger tips. The young bard screamed and threw his hands up in front of his face, preparing for the impact of the deadly missile. The impact never happened. Slowly, Pack opened his eyes and peeked through his fingers. Ander, Theo, and Ashrem huddled around the frightened halfling with weapons drawn and staring at Aurora’s magical projectile, suspended above the fire just a few feet away. Pack watched, amazed, as the dragon head began rotating and growing, blurring into a glowing sphere of purple light. The ball suddenly shifted color, turning a light blue, and the halfling heard Aurora gasp. With her sharp intake of breath, the globe quivered and faded, once again leaving the camp in firelight. “I’m sorry Pack” Aurora pleaded as she tried to catch her breath. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “What was that?” Ander exclaimed as he supported the exhausted spellcaster and led her to her seat. “It’s something that I have been working on.” Aurora explained. “I’ve been trying to concentrate my scorcher so that it won’t disperse when it hits its target, but when I concentrate too hard all I get is a lopsided ball that starts to overheat. I can ‘feel’ the magic but I can’t control it yet. Pack wasn’t in any danger: I can determine where it goes and unlike my scorcher spell I can shift targets. But once I do that it loses shape and starts to burn the air around it. It’s not quite what I had in mind, but it might just come in handy.” Brother Theo walked up to the girl with Pack in tow, and patted her on the shoulder, but before he could give any words of encouragement, Pack heard a growl, like that of a great mountain cat. “We are not alone!” Pack’s heart raced at Ashrem’s words, and he turned scanning the area for signs of scaly raiders. His body twisted in a complete circle but all he saw was the tangled form of the underbrush that encircled the camp. The bard paused trying to get his bearing and just as he started to question his feline companion, the brambles behind Ander suddenly sprang up and clawed at the young woodsman. Pack’s scream seemed to reach Ander’s ears, and gave the warrior warning enough to roll away before the talons on the manlike bush could tear through more than just his cloak. Ander continued his roll using the momentum to bring his quarterstaff around to bear on his attacker. The bush creature tried to shield the blow with its thick arms but the ranger’s blow had too much force behind it. Pack felt pieces of bark splatter against his skin as the stick figure splintered into tiny wooden fragments. Brushing the pieces of wood from his face Pack glanced around the campsite. Three more of the creatures had risen from the vines and were fast approaching the small band. Ander moved to position himself in front of Aurora and the young bard while Theo moved to the rear. Pack could not see Ashrem and feared that some unseen twig creatures had dragged off the feloine. The firelight danced around the campsite-turned-battlefield making it hard for the halfling to distinguish between the attackers and the brambles. Moving slightly closer to the fire, Pack saw the twig creatures begin a frontal assault. All three creatures rushed through the brambles straight towards the bard and his allies. Just as the first one entered the clearing, a dark shadow appeared behind it and a loud cracking noise was heard. The creature stopped and turned in its tracks as the other shambled past. A small crack could be seen in its back as it faced Ashrem, who was pulling his shadowy form out from under the briar. The cat-man circled the creature looking for an opening. The silhouette of a short silver blade that Pack recognized as the one that Lizon had given to Ander, danced in front of Ashrem. The blade darted out time and again as Pack saw the feloine dodging the needlelike claws of the attacking creature. Thrust after thrust from the small sword pressed into the woody creature but Pack saw no evidence of any real damage being done from the pressing attack. “Ander,” the tiring feloine called, “I need assistance. My weapon seems to be of no use against these creatures.” Pack turned to find that the woodsman was in troubles of his own as two of the creatures battered at the young woodsman. Ander was backpedaling, trying to buy time as he held the creatures at bay with his staff. Unlike the feloine’s strikes, whenever one of Anders blows landed, bits of bark and kindling blasted from the struck creature’s body. Just as it looked to the halfling that Ander had gained control of the fight, one of the twig blights ducked under a high blow and jumped upward, tearing at the woodsman’s face. Ander screamed, nearly dropping his weapon, and Pack could see that a thick sap coated the flesh wound causing the skin to blister and peel. Enraged at the scene, Pack reached down and drew a burning log from the fire. Gripping the log he brandished it like a club with the burning end facing toward his foe. He started towards the woodsman but Ander’s concerned look told him that he was needed elsewhere. Spinning around and following the ranger’s gaze, Pack saw that Theo and his whirling flail had moved up to aid Ashrem, but a fourth creature was moving in on an unknowing Aurora. Pack ran forward to intercept the creature even as Aurora turned and realized her danger. The young sorceress stood paralyzed with fear as the twig blight bore down of her. Pack closed his eyes and charged with all his might at the creature, hoping to push it back away from Aurora. A hollow thud and jarring impact jolted the halfling’s eyes open. Pack could hear the hiss as the sap boiled on the wooden creature, but it did not burst into flame, nor did the impact push the solid creature backwards away from its target. The creature seemed to grin and reared back to strike the stunned halfling. Pack dropped the log and fell to the ground as two claws ripped at the air where his head had just been. The creature howled and creaked, sounding like fresh wood burning in a fire, and lunged at the defenseless halfling. The creature stopped in mid-air as two deep blue missiles shaped like miniature flying dragons slammed into it, hurtling it into the campfire. The creature thrashed as the flames leapt onto its body but it soon sat still as the fire engulfed it. Pack glanced back to see a paled Aurora holding the dragon tooth wand motioning for him to get up. Behind her the halfling could see Theo’s flail obliterate Ashram's and his foe with one mighty overhand stroke. All eyes then turned back toward Ander and his duel. The woodsman had already dropped one of the creatures but he showed signs of multiple wounds, all complete with the blistering and peeling from the irritating sap. The remaining creature clawed and raked, keeping the woodsman on his heels. Attack after attack pushed Ander backwards into the brambles where the woodsman’s movement became slowed and hampered by the thick undergrowth. Sensing that he was in trouble, Pack desperately searched for something to aid the woodsman with. As he looked he saw two more of the miniature dragons fly free of Aurora’s wand and strike the wooden body of the creature. The creature bucked under the onslaught but pressed on with its assault even more ferociously. Brother Theo stepped up next to Aurora and raised his shield up like he was blocking a blow and bellowed out toward the heavens. [B]“Lord of Thunder, strike your foe with the Fury of the Storms!”[/B] Pack saw the lightning design on Theo’s shield dance, and then coalesce on the shield boss. From that metal disc, a bolt of pure power as thick as a Worm’s arm arced toward the blighted twig’s chest and continued on through it, leaving a charred husk behind. The remainder of the creature slowly toppled into the brambles. After a moment of stunned silence, Ashrem blended back into the shadows of the thicket, and Ander leaned heavily on his staff. Brother Theo brushed past Pack and reached out to the woodsman, intoning a soothing hymn that seemed to seal Ander’s open wounds. Pack glanced over at Aurora, who had sunk to her knees in exhaustion. From the look on her face, Pack wasn’t sure if she was about ready to laugh, or to cry. The halfling then wiped his own eyes. [I]What else is out there? And Gods preserve us, can we stand against it?[/I] ***** [/QUOTE]
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