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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5816868" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>With the return of the wizard, Tresahd, the invasion of the elf lands of Miralosta was again proceeding at a noticeable pace. The battle was joined, anew, in a broad open sloping glade within the wooded realm.</p><p></p><p>A flight of arrows soared into the air from a squad of goblin archers toward a line of lightly armored elf spear men.</p><p></p><p>Rhea, the Lady of the Emerald Tear, floated up into the air behind the cluster of elves. Her green corona surrounded her, suspending her in the air. She raised her arms to her sides and the emerald teardrop upon her bow flared as the approaching arrows began their descent on her position.</p><p></p><p>Then all of the arrows halted in midair, individually surrounded by the emerald glow.</p><p></p><p>With a forward thrust of her arms, the arrows all turned in midair and streaked back across the battlefield to rain down upon the archers who had just fired them.</p><p></p><p>Silran and the warrior-prince of Daenfrii, Montor's brother Malak, charged a path through the goblin and hobgoblin foot-soldiers with blades ablaze with their enchantments and bathed in dark goblinoid blood. </p><p></p><p>A group of undead shadows swept across the field from a collection of orcish shamans and black-robed skull-masked Endoren priests. The elvish troops they moved through fell easily to their reaping touch.</p><p></p><p>The Gilean Protectress, Lela Eth Mitar, raced to a position before a soraryn <em><DM's note: Soraryn="Golden Stag", elvish knights, basically></em> captain upon his war-stag and the soldiers that clustered about their superior in fear. She thrust her sacred "rosehead mace" before her and became immediately bathed in silver light. The silver light shot forth from her position and washed the abominations from existence in a wave of shrill objection.</p><p></p><p>The hairfooted hero, Carak, bounded from his near-invisible hiding place in the brush along the perimeter of the battlefield. He leaped up onto one of the worg-riding goblins that was attempting to lead a squad through the trees to flank the elf army's position. His short sword and curved Thelitian dagger easily sliced deeply across the surprised goblin captain's back. He stabbed into the back of the beastly mount before jumping from the falling creature to do the same to the nearest next worg-rider. Then leaping off of that beast and disappeared again into the thick underbrush to choose the recipient of his next attack. </p><p></p><p>Montor, the Dragonmage-apparent, wiped clean rows of the encroaching evil forces with bolts of lightning and torrents of ice and hail. The young wizard saw the dark robed mage with the dragon-skull headdress at the back of the enemy forces in his war chariot hitched with two huge hellhounds.</p><p></p><p>The mage in midnight blue cloak uttered an arcane syllable and began rising into the air above the carnage and called out to the wizard.</p><p></p><p>"We have unfinished business, Tresahd!" he yelled as he streaked out over </p><p>the field.</p><p></p><p>"It shall not be finished here, today, wyrmling!" the dark one smiled back.</p><p></p><p>Montor's initial barrage of sapphire blue magic missiles burst, harmlessly, across a field of soild black "light" that manifested with a swipe of his arm.</p><p></p><p>"Look to your own <em>'Dragon mage</em>'" the evil wizard's use of Montor's ancestral title was dripping in mockery. Tresahd incanted a sinister sounding spell.</p><p></p><p>"Mon! Dammit! Quit makin' yourself a target!" Malak protested as the young wizard fly over him. He yanked his magic longsword from the fallen ogre and caught an orc's battleaxe on his shield before slicing through the brute in a single swipe.</p><p></p><p>Then the warrior and elf swordsman, Silran, were surrounded in a sudden burst of inky black tentacles.</p><p></p><p>Montor frowned at the attack and returned to hover near his brother and long time friend. He ignored the flurry of arrows being blocked, a few feet from his back, by the protection enchantment he had invoked earlier and began to cast.</p><p></p><p><em>"Arcaniventa atherver*</em>! Urk!" <<em>beginning of the mage spell: Dispel Magic</em>> he began to cast before an arrow actually, not only broke through his enchantment, but pierced into the back of his shoulder. The mage was thrown from the air to land hard on the ground between the warrior and elf, in the midst of the black tentacles.</p><p> </p><p>The Bulgruch lowered his massive bow as a smile spread across his horribly wide and toothy maw.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Meanwhile...back in the Feldmere...</strong></em></p><p></p><p>"You should have grabbed him! You grabbed ME! Why did you just leave him there!" Haelan shouted through tears as he slammed his small fists into Braddok's abdomen.</p><p></p><p>He wasn't hurting the swordsman so Braddok just let him "get it out" for a bit. "He told me to, Haelan. I...I am sorrry...but he told me to." the warrior replied quietly. Braddok's blue eyes turned to where Alaria was rising and composing herself.</p><p></p><p>It was Duor, of all people, who eventually grabbed the hair-footed daelvar by the shoulders and surprisingly gently ushered him away from the warrior.</p><p></p><p>"He <em>told</em> you to? Crazy paladins." Duor asked with some surprise. Then to Haelan, "Wut're yeh all in flurry about, hairfoot? <em>I'm</em> the one outta a bodyguard! Be still. Goldilocks wouldn'ta wanted such disorder in our ranks."</p><p></p><p>The dwarf found himself striken with sadness also and kept looking over to where the portal would or should have been, thinking, perhaps, the Redstar Knight would come flying through at any moment. </p><p></p><p>"Chin up, friend Haelan." Festus offered. "The Knights of Celradorn are not to be trifled with. He may yet live."</p><p></p><p>"Then why hasn't he come through?" the calming Hilltender replied. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and the leaking mucus from beneath his nose, noisily. </p><p></p><p>"ALARIA!" Haelan again perked up. "You can send us back! We just need to find the white stone for this mound, right? Then we can go back...We can help!" he appealed.</p><p></p><p>Alaria looked at Haelan full of pity and shook her head. "I do not think we can, Haelan. I'm sorry. I don't think it works like that...." the magess turned to look to where Erevan was calmly reloading his enchanting quiver.</p><p></p><p>Seeing no help coming from the elf's direction, Alaria continued. </p><p></p><p>"We exited Gorathgraard from a different portal than we entered. It does not seem to have two-way access. And...I don't believe this is the mound through which we entered. There's no telling where a portal from here might take us...if there is one.</p><p></p><p>"We don't even know, now, where in the swamp we are.</p><p></p><p>"Do we?" she concluded in a defeated question. She looked to Erevan and Festus for confirmation, but their surroundings in the starlight vista looked different to her.</p><p></p><p>Festus now took in their location and shook his head in a negative. He quickly pulled out the map and began looking from it to different directions off the mound.</p><p></p><p>"Or when." replied Erevan softly.</p><p></p><p>"What?" Fen said in surprise.</p><p></p><p>"How long, would you say, we were in that snowy realm?" Erevan posed to the company.</p><p></p><p>"An hour or two perhaps?" Fen posed.</p><p></p><p>"Maybe three." added Duor.</p><p></p><p>"Then why is it night here? And why do the stars not turn? What stars <em>are </em>these? Where are the moons?" Erevan said simply, looking up into the night sky.</p><p></p><p>"Aw BOLLUX!" Duor exclaimed.</p><p></p><p>The company gave the dwarf little notice as they (thought!) they were all thinking the same thing.</p><p></p><p>"The damned Redstar was carrying most'a my STUFF!" Duor finished unexpectedly.</p><p></p><p>He looked up at the expressions of horrified surprise on his companions faces.</p><p></p><p>"I mean, not any of the <em>good</em> stuff. I have all of my treasure, of course. But my bedroll...but change o' britches...my beard comb...<em>Wut</em>?!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5816868, member: 92511"] With the return of the wizard, Tresahd, the invasion of the elf lands of Miralosta was again proceeding at a noticeable pace. The battle was joined, anew, in a broad open sloping glade within the wooded realm. A flight of arrows soared into the air from a squad of goblin archers toward a line of lightly armored elf spear men. Rhea, the Lady of the Emerald Tear, floated up into the air behind the cluster of elves. Her green corona surrounded her, suspending her in the air. She raised her arms to her sides and the emerald teardrop upon her bow flared as the approaching arrows began their descent on her position. Then all of the arrows halted in midair, individually surrounded by the emerald glow. With a forward thrust of her arms, the arrows all turned in midair and streaked back across the battlefield to rain down upon the archers who had just fired them. Silran and the warrior-prince of Daenfrii, Montor's brother Malak, charged a path through the goblin and hobgoblin foot-soldiers with blades ablaze with their enchantments and bathed in dark goblinoid blood. A group of undead shadows swept across the field from a collection of orcish shamans and black-robed skull-masked Endoren priests. The elvish troops they moved through fell easily to their reaping touch. The Gilean Protectress, Lela Eth Mitar, raced to a position before a soraryn [I]<DM's note: Soraryn="Golden Stag", elvish knights, basically>[/I] captain upon his war-stag and the soldiers that clustered about their superior in fear. She thrust her sacred "rosehead mace" before her and became immediately bathed in silver light. The silver light shot forth from her position and washed the abominations from existence in a wave of shrill objection. The hairfooted hero, Carak, bounded from his near-invisible hiding place in the brush along the perimeter of the battlefield. He leaped up onto one of the worg-riding goblins that was attempting to lead a squad through the trees to flank the elf army's position. His short sword and curved Thelitian dagger easily sliced deeply across the surprised goblin captain's back. He stabbed into the back of the beastly mount before jumping from the falling creature to do the same to the nearest next worg-rider. Then leaping off of that beast and disappeared again into the thick underbrush to choose the recipient of his next attack. Montor, the Dragonmage-apparent, wiped clean rows of the encroaching evil forces with bolts of lightning and torrents of ice and hail. The young wizard saw the dark robed mage with the dragon-skull headdress at the back of the enemy forces in his war chariot hitched with two huge hellhounds. The mage in midnight blue cloak uttered an arcane syllable and began rising into the air above the carnage and called out to the wizard. "We have unfinished business, Tresahd!" he yelled as he streaked out over the field. "It shall not be finished here, today, wyrmling!" the dark one smiled back. Montor's initial barrage of sapphire blue magic missiles burst, harmlessly, across a field of soild black "light" that manifested with a swipe of his arm. "Look to your own [I]'Dragon mage[/I]'" the evil wizard's use of Montor's ancestral title was dripping in mockery. Tresahd incanted a sinister sounding spell. "Mon! Dammit! Quit makin' yourself a target!" Malak protested as the young wizard fly over him. He yanked his magic longsword from the fallen ogre and caught an orc's battleaxe on his shield before slicing through the brute in a single swipe. Then the warrior and elf swordsman, Silran, were surrounded in a sudden burst of inky black tentacles. Montor frowned at the attack and returned to hover near his brother and long time friend. He ignored the flurry of arrows being blocked, a few feet from his back, by the protection enchantment he had invoked earlier and began to cast. [I]"Arcaniventa atherver*[/I]! Urk!" <[I]beginning of the mage spell: Dispel Magic[/I]> he began to cast before an arrow actually, not only broke through his enchantment, but pierced into the back of his shoulder. The mage was thrown from the air to land hard on the ground between the warrior and elf, in the midst of the black tentacles. The Bulgruch lowered his massive bow as a smile spread across his horribly wide and toothy maw. [I][B]Meanwhile...back in the Feldmere...[/B][/I] "You should have grabbed him! You grabbed ME! Why did you just leave him there!" Haelan shouted through tears as he slammed his small fists into Braddok's abdomen. He wasn't hurting the swordsman so Braddok just let him "get it out" for a bit. "He told me to, Haelan. I...I am sorrry...but he told me to." the warrior replied quietly. Braddok's blue eyes turned to where Alaria was rising and composing herself. It was Duor, of all people, who eventually grabbed the hair-footed daelvar by the shoulders and surprisingly gently ushered him away from the warrior. "He [I]told[/I] you to? Crazy paladins." Duor asked with some surprise. Then to Haelan, "Wut're yeh all in flurry about, hairfoot? [I]I'm[/I] the one outta a bodyguard! Be still. Goldilocks wouldn'ta wanted such disorder in our ranks." The dwarf found himself striken with sadness also and kept looking over to where the portal would or should have been, thinking, perhaps, the Redstar Knight would come flying through at any moment. "Chin up, friend Haelan." Festus offered. "The Knights of Celradorn are not to be trifled with. He may yet live." "Then why hasn't he come through?" the calming Hilltender replied. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and the leaking mucus from beneath his nose, noisily. "ALARIA!" Haelan again perked up. "You can send us back! We just need to find the white stone for this mound, right? Then we can go back...We can help!" he appealed. Alaria looked at Haelan full of pity and shook her head. "I do not think we can, Haelan. I'm sorry. I don't think it works like that...." the magess turned to look to where Erevan was calmly reloading his enchanting quiver. Seeing no help coming from the elf's direction, Alaria continued. "We exited Gorathgraard from a different portal than we entered. It does not seem to have two-way access. And...I don't believe this is the mound through which we entered. There's no telling where a portal from here might take us...if there is one. "We don't even know, now, where in the swamp we are. "Do we?" she concluded in a defeated question. She looked to Erevan and Festus for confirmation, but their surroundings in the starlight vista looked different to her. Festus now took in their location and shook his head in a negative. He quickly pulled out the map and began looking from it to different directions off the mound. "Or when." replied Erevan softly. "What?" Fen said in surprise. "How long, would you say, we were in that snowy realm?" Erevan posed to the company. "An hour or two perhaps?" Fen posed. "Maybe three." added Duor. "Then why is it night here? And why do the stars not turn? What stars [I]are [/I]these? Where are the moons?" Erevan said simply, looking up into the night sky. "Aw BOLLUX!" Duor exclaimed. The company gave the dwarf little notice as they (thought!) they were all thinking the same thing. "The damned Redstar was carrying most'a my STUFF!" Duor finished unexpectedly. He looked up at the expressions of horrified surprise on his companions faces. "I mean, not any of the [I]good[/I] stuff. I have all of my treasure, of course. But my bedroll...but change o' britches...my beard comb...[I]Wut[/I]?!" [/QUOTE]
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