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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5733796" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“You’re a bad bad man, Nervel!” Haelan chastised the evil priest. “How could you leave Dunric for that unspeakable horror?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The Endoren priest looked at the daelvar with nothing but contempt from his position, kneeling on the ground in the center of the circle of companions, tightly bound.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The evil cleric’s voice all but hissed through clenched teeth before beginning to rave, “You insipid imbecile. I was never one of the Smith’s. The Plague Mistress is mine. Forever unending, beyond life, beyond death. Endore will flay your souls from your husks and steep you in the burning juices of Her cauldron. Forever unending, beyond li-…” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">SWAK!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The priest became silent and glared at the dwarf.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Duor rubbed his leather-gloved palm before looking at the disapproving party. “What?! He was gonna g’on with that gibberish fer who knows how long.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Are there any more ghouls?” Fen asked plainly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The priest did not answer. He turned away to look at the floor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Fen lifted his chin with the blade of his spear until the priest was again looking at the druid. “I do not share my companions respect for those who dabble in the unnatural.” The half-elf said acidly. He nudged the spear tip a bit closer to the priest’s neck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The Endoren gaze was filled with hatred as he met Fen’s bright green eyes. “Now that I have your attention. Are..there…any…more..ghouls?” the druid asked coldly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“No.” the priest said defeated. “You’ve slain them all. I was going to have to begin all over.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“He is probably lying.” Coerraine said sternly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Yeah. We should just flay him now.” Festus chimed in, rubbing the burning bullseye-like red, black and purple bruise on his upper arm where the priest’s unholy spell had hurt him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Why were you here? What did you want with Shafton? What were you attempting to accomplish? To whom do you answer?” Alaria posed, attempting to direct the scene into a more reasonable light.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The priest began with a low grumbling chuckle that rose to a maniacal cackle. “You are all fools! What did I want with Shafton?! Who gives two damns about this backwater? I answer to my Mistress who will…”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Yeah, yeah. ‘Flay our souls’ n’ all that.” Duor interrupted. “The lady asked you who you answer to. Who’s your superior? What did they want here?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“You will not defeat them. They will raze the free kingdoms to the ground. They will bring about the rise of my Mistress’ greatest achievement. You…you have no hope. You can not win.” The priest broke down into more insane chuckling.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Alaria,” Coerraine began pleadingly, “if I may? We should just take him back to the village. Let him be brought to justice for the evil he has wrought here.” The blond Redstar Knight turned toward the priest, “Despite my most sincere wish to bring you Celradorn’s justice here and now.” He said firmly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Who is ‘them’?” Alaria asked. Concern was growing within her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The insane chuckling continued as he responded, “They are here…heeheehee…Right now. Watching you. Hahaheeheeha…They are here. You will never win.” The evil cleric’s head lolled to the side and he seemed to be looking at something back behind the party, toward the altar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><em>“Arkanivis”</em></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"> Alaria said with the last of her cantrips for the day. Manat grant they meet no other trouble this day. For as high as she felt when casting her upper tiered spells, now she felt an equal “low” of impending exhaustion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The magess’ eyes turned to peer where the cleric gazed with bulging eyes. Alaria was horrified to see the outline of a serpentine form circling the based of the alatar in the shadows beneath. The shadow snake was much larger than the ones she’d previously viewed entirely wrapping itself around the altar’s base.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Its red eyes glowed within her arcane vision, staring directly at the party. At her! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“We must go!” Alaria said to everyone’s surprise. “We must leave here. Tresahd is watching us.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Heh heh heh hahahahah ahhhheeheehee…You can not win.” The evil cleric cackled. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Bring him.” Alaria said backing her way toward the doorway. She could not turn her gaze from the large serpentine form. “The villagers deserve justice…and I suspect they will let you carry it out, Coerraine.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The party all left the shrine into the afternoon. Clouds had come over the mountains and shrouded the day in a hazy grey. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Festus and Duor, go back up into the mine and fetch Kordun and Kurn.” Alaria suggested.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Fetch?!” Duor burst in indignation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“If you please.” Alaria said annoyed. “I am sorry, Duor, you are correct. Would you please go get your kin and meet us in the village at the Silver Platter.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“That’s a mite better.” Said the dwarf, all smiles. “C’mon, Goldilocks. Gonna need yer brawn too.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">With that, the remaining party members descend back down the switchback road into town.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">They were met with uporoars of cheers and applause from the villagers who saw them before noticing that they had the “acolyte” Nervel in black robes bound with them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">When the dwarf brothers with Duor, Coerraine and Festus came down some time after them and all was explained of their time in the mine, the Hargak, the expulsion of the kobolds and their subsequent capture of the evil priest. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">It did not take long for a “council” of the remaining townsfolk agreed to have Coerraine put the cleric to death. Coerraine carried out his appointed position with neither ceremony nor remorse. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The rest of the evening was celebrated with the heroes illustrious return and success.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kordun and Kurn were equally toted as heroes of the mine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The companions offered them a modest share (10%) of the collected treasure. The dwarves eagerly and thankfully accepted their tithe.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The following day, two of their horses hitched up to a wagon laden with chests and sacks of coins, gems, weapons and other tidbits, the heroes sat back out for the keep of Bridgetower.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Alaria thought hard, in between detecting magical items among their treasure. Identifying them would have to wait until their return to Bridgetower. How would they raise the rest of the funds they required? Counting in Captain Rynthis’ fees of 1,200, they still had about 2,000 left to go. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">There were now only thirteen days til their appointed deadline to raise Braddok</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5733796, member: 92511"] [FONT=Verdana]“You’re a bad bad man, Nervel!” Haelan chastised the evil priest. “How could you leave Dunric for that unspeakable horror?” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The Endoren priest looked at the daelvar with nothing but contempt from his position, kneeling on the ground in the center of the circle of companions, tightly bound. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The evil cleric’s voice all but hissed through clenched teeth before beginning to rave, “You insipid imbecile. I was never one of the Smith’s. The Plague Mistress is mine. Forever unending, beyond life, beyond death. Endore will flay your souls from your husks and steep you in the burning juices of Her cauldron. Forever unending, beyond li-…” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]SWAK! [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The priest became silent and glared at the dwarf. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Duor rubbed his leather-gloved palm before looking at the disapproving party. “What?! He was gonna g’on with that gibberish fer who knows how long.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Are there any more ghouls?” Fen asked plainly. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The priest did not answer. He turned away to look at the floor. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Fen lifted his chin with the blade of his spear until the priest was again looking at the druid. “I do not share my companions respect for those who dabble in the unnatural.” The half-elf said acidly. He nudged the spear tip a bit closer to the priest’s neck. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The Endoren gaze was filled with hatred as he met Fen’s bright green eyes. “Now that I have your attention. Are..there…any…more..ghouls?” the druid asked coldly. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“No.” the priest said defeated. “You’ve slain them all. I was going to have to begin all over.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“He is probably lying.” Coerraine said sternly. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Yeah. We should just flay him now.” Festus chimed in, rubbing the burning bullseye-like red, black and purple bruise on his upper arm where the priest’s unholy spell had hurt him. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Why were you here? What did you want with Shafton? What were you attempting to accomplish? To whom do you answer?” Alaria posed, attempting to direct the scene into a more reasonable light. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The priest began with a low grumbling chuckle that rose to a maniacal cackle. “You are all fools! What did I want with Shafton?! Who gives two damns about this backwater? I answer to my Mistress who will…” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Yeah, yeah. ‘Flay our souls’ n’ all that.” Duor interrupted. “The lady asked you who you answer to. Who’s your superior? What did they want here?” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“You will not defeat them. They will raze the free kingdoms to the ground. They will bring about the rise of my Mistress’ greatest achievement. You…you have no hope. You can not win.” The priest broke down into more insane chuckling. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Alaria,” Coerraine began pleadingly, “if I may? We should just take him back to the village. Let him be brought to justice for the evil he has wrought here.” The blond Redstar Knight turned toward the priest, “Despite my most sincere wish to bring you Celradorn’s justice here and now.” He said firmly. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Who is ‘them’?” Alaria asked. Concern was growing within her. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The insane chuckling continued as he responded, “They are here…heeheehee…Right now. Watching you. Hahaheeheeha…They are here. You will never win.” The evil cleric’s head lolled to the side and he seemed to be looking at something back behind the party, toward the altar. [I]“Arkanivis”[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana] Alaria said with the last of her cantrips for the day. Manat grant they meet no other trouble this day. For as high as she felt when casting her upper tiered spells, now she felt an equal “low” of impending exhaustion. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The magess’ eyes turned to peer where the cleric gazed with bulging eyes. Alaria was horrified to see the outline of a serpentine form circling the based of the alatar in the shadows beneath. The shadow snake was much larger than the ones she’d previously viewed entirely wrapping itself around the altar’s base. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Its red eyes glowed within her arcane vision, staring directly at the party. At her! [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“We must go!” Alaria said to everyone’s surprise. “We must leave here. Tresahd is watching us.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Heh heh heh hahahahah ahhhheeheehee…You can not win.” The evil cleric cackled. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Bring him.” Alaria said backing her way toward the doorway. She could not turn her gaze from the large serpentine form. “The villagers deserve justice…and I suspect they will let you carry it out, Coerraine.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The party all left the shrine into the afternoon. Clouds had come over the mountains and shrouded the day in a hazy grey. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Festus and Duor, go back up into the mine and fetch Kordun and Kurn.” Alaria suggested. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Fetch?!” Duor burst in indignation. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“If you please.” Alaria said annoyed. “I am sorry, Duor, you are correct. Would you please go get your kin and meet us in the village at the Silver Platter.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“That’s a mite better.” Said the dwarf, all smiles. “C’mon, Goldilocks. Gonna need yer brawn too.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]With that, the remaining party members descend back down the switchback road into town. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]They were met with uporoars of cheers and applause from the villagers who saw them before noticing that they had the “acolyte” Nervel in black robes bound with them. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]When the dwarf brothers with Duor, Coerraine and Festus came down some time after them and all was explained of their time in the mine, the Hargak, the expulsion of the kobolds and their subsequent capture of the evil priest. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]It did not take long for a “council” of the remaining townsfolk agreed to have Coerraine put the cleric to death. Coerraine carried out his appointed position with neither ceremony nor remorse. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The rest of the evening was celebrated with the heroes illustrious return and success. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Kordun and Kurn were equally toted as heroes of the mine. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The companions offered them a modest share (10%) of the collected treasure. The dwarves eagerly and thankfully accepted their tithe. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The following day, two of their horses hitched up to a wagon laden with chests and sacks of coins, gems, weapons and other tidbits, the heroes sat back out for the keep of Bridgetower. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Alaria thought hard, in between detecting magical items among their treasure. Identifying them would have to wait until their return to Bridgetower. How would they raise the rest of the funds they required? Counting in Captain Rynthis’ fees of 1,200, they still had about 2,000 left to go. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]There were now only thirteen days til their appointed deadline to raise Braddok[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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