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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5820773" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>The companions moved through the night-scaped woods...and they had, noticeably become woods, as opposed to swamps, in the past hour of their trek toward the odd indigo tower.</p><p></p><p>"See there?" Festus said quietly. "The trees break just through there. Looks like pretty open terrain.</p><p></p><p>Erevan concurred.</p><p></p><p>The starglow at the edge of the trees was unmistakeable, even to the humans limited eyesight.</p><p></p><p>"Hear that?" Fen then said.</p><p></p><p>There was a pause among the company.</p><p></p><p>"Fen, I don't hear anything." Haelan whispered to the druid.</p><p></p><p>"Exactly." said the carrot-topped half-elf. </p><p></p><p>Then they all realized, the night-symphony of crickets and toads they had heard on the mound where they had arrived were gone. Indeed, there was no noise at all....then a small sound....like the scraping of a rake through leaves.</p><p></p><p>All of their eyes shot skyward to scan the tree tops, some of which still possessed leaves and obscured the sky.</p><p></p><p>"It's there." Fen indicated, quietly. The form of a doe, its head to the forest floor, almost silently munching on the ground.</p><p></p><p>"Give me a moment." suggested the druid. "I shall go see what there is to learn of this place."</p><p></p><p>The company nodded their agreement and watched as the druid moved with typical grace and silence through the bushes and around the trees.</p><p></p><p>The doe, shrouded in patches of shadow and starlight raised its head at the druid's approach.</p><p></p><p>Fen incanted the spell for speaking with beasts. He felt a rise of power and serenity as one of the Holy Order's most ancient spells filled him with a link to the natural world...and then, he felt something more.</p><p></p><p>"Forgive the intrusion, graceful lady. But I have cause to ask the nature of this place. Do you know of anything that occurs in the tall spire across the plain, there?"</p><p></p><p>As the druid neared, he heard no reply and then the doe took a step toward him, revealing her head beneath a shaft of starlight in the process.</p><p></p><p>The doe's head was missing an eye and half of its face was nothing but bone.</p><p></p><p>Fen stayed his approach in shock. He now noticed, closer, that one of its legs was also nothing but bone, the flesh and muscle dangling off of it in an unappealing way.</p><p></p><p>The doe took another step and opened its mouth. Its tongue lolled out of the half-open jaw and it made a sound like...like nothing Fen had ever heard...something between a sick goat or a tortured cat.</p><p></p><p>It took another step toward Fen.</p><p></p><p>"Abomination!" the druid called to his companions and his leaftip-bladed spear, instinctually, took on the pale green glow of the druid's enchantments.</p><p></p><p>"What did he say?" asked Haelan quietly to Duor, hoping he had not just heard what he thought.</p><p></p><p>"Something in deer-speak. Who cares?" the dwarf replied not paying attention to the druid, but noting some motion in the trees to their opposite side.</p><p></p><p>"Somethin' over there though." he warned his companions and pulled the hand crossbow from his hip, inserting a dart into the small string without removing his gaze from the slow moving humanoid figure that passed behind one tree to the next.</p><p></p><p>Fen stabbed at the lumbering slow creature with his spear. It sunk through mostly rotted flesh and again the creature gave out its sickly bellow.</p><p></p><p>"And there! Before us!" Erevan now said from his position beside Festus in the front of the party.</p><p></p><p>He nocked an arrow with fluid grace and let fly, but the humanoid figure moved behind a tree. The arrow struck solid into the trunk. His violet elvin eyes now noticed several of the shuffling shapes in the woods around them.</p><p></p><p>One of the figures now moved from behind a tree, just beside the party and reached for Alaria. </p><p></p><p>The wizardess swung in reflex with her staff, which had not been providing light for fear of attracting attention from the strange demon-horse-thing they'd seen earlier. </p><p></p><p>The staff now flared with an electrical spark and crackle, striking a solid pblow against the gaunt, rotting face of the zombie that assaulted her with a low moan. The blow struck the thing's head clean off its shoulders with a loud crackling flare.</p><p></p><p>It took another step before falling in a heap at Alaria's feet.</p><p></p><p>"Zombies!" Braddok astutely pointed out for everyone.</p><p></p><p>Another now came from the other direction, Duor jumped away from the reaching clawed grey limbs and fired his hand crossbow. The dart sank into the zombie's leg, but seemed to do nothing to deter the undad creature's advance. Duor drew his ethereal dagger.</p><p></p><p>Braddok laid low another of the things with a single swipe of his magic longsword, severing the poor soul at the waist. Its bottom half dropped. Its top half continued to claw toward the warrior until his took off its head with another swing of the dully glowing blade.</p><p> </p><p>Alaria looked, in some horror at the body of the creature at her feet. The clothes it wore seemed to have once been finery, now tarnished and tattered, but seemed as though they may have once been courtly garb to her eyes.</p><p></p><p>With another swipe of his green glowing blade, Fen abolished the abonimation of the zombie-deer. He said a silent prayer to the Green and the Balance for the poor creature and raced back to where his companions were being assaulted.</p><p></p><p>No sooner had he rejoined the group than he felt a slicing across the side of his abdomen. The pain of the wound was nothing compared to the sapping freezing cold it left in its wake.</p><p></p><p>He cried and turned in time to see the last movements of a shadow sink into the darkness of a tree. The druid was confused and fearful. He felt confused...the cold...it burned?</p><p></p><p>"There's something else here..." Fen said with worry. "Haelan, do that thing you do..." the druid instructed.</p><p></p><p>"Undead!" Festus called with a solid swipe of his falshion through the worm filled belly of another zombie. "Yeah, Hilltender, now'd be good!"</p><p></p><p>Haelan heard the druid's and ranger's requests as he thudded his mace into the knees of the zombie that had assaulted Duor. </p><p></p><p>The legs seemed to separate in a burst of dust and three-quarters of the zombie flopped to the ground. It continued to claw its way toward the halfling and dwarf.</p><p></p><p>Duor put his green smoky dagger blade into the zombie's skull and it promptly stopped moving.</p><p></p><p>"AAAAAH!" Alaria screamed as a darkness leaped out of the shadows of the fallen zombie, beneath the flickering sparks of her staff.</p><p></p><p>It raked dagger-like "claws" of shadow through the magess' belly. The cold was overwhelming.</p><p></p><p>Alaria clung to her staff with all of her remaining strength just to keep her footing.</p><p></p><p>"LIET!" she shouted and a burst of yellowy light flared around her outstretched hand.</p><p></p><p>The shadow being seemed to shrink back away and "dove" into the shadow of another tree, disappearing entirely.</p><p></p><p>"It's so cold...a shade of some kind...Haelan..." Alaria said haggardly.</p><p></p><p>Braddok jumped through the companions to move between Alaria and wherever the thing that attacked her had disappeared.</p><p></p><p>The party now closed ranks, back to back, with Haelan in the middle. </p><p></p><p>There were five more zombies closing in around them.</p><p></p><p>"AH! Haelan, DAMMIT! Where's Goldilocks when you need'im?!" shouted Duor as a chilling rake passed over his back. There was no tearing or ripping of his cloak or armor, just the pain and debilitating cold that seemed to take the dwarf's strength right out of him.</p><p></p><p>"It was there! Came out of Alaria's shadow and disappeared behind Haelan!" Erevan said. He turned and released another arrow into an approaching zombie. The shaft struck clean through the things dessicated skull with a "puff" of dust.</p><p></p><p>The zombie kept coming, a hole now in the center of its face that shone, clear through to the woods and starlit plain beyond.</p><p></p><p>Haelan took the pinecone shaped holy symbol out from beneath his pine-green tabard. He held it aloft and, as it had in Shafton, his voice took on a quality of power and assurance that the companions were not used to hearing.</p><p></p><p>"Faerantha, Mother of the Hill, fill me with your loving light and force these creatures from your holy presence!" he shouted into the night.</p><p></p><p>The small amulet took on a honey-colored sheen for a moment before the whole of Haelan's form was similarly bathed in light. An instant later, the daelvar seemed to become engulfed in a ball of dark golden-luminance.</p><p></p><p>The smell of pine trees and summer breezes filled the area and the cleric shone with his divine might.</p><p></p><p>"Haelan look out!" cried Festus as he saw the beginnings of the shadow form thing reaching out from a patch of darkness beside the cleric.</p><p></p><p>Before the satyr could lunge for it, Haelan burst into the honey-colored sun they had seen in Shafton. The woods for easily 20-feet round them came alive in a golden "daylight" that they could assume this realm had never seen.</p><p></p><p>The shadow made an unearthly shriek at the bright holy assault. It was as if the cry was there, yet not there...far away somehow. It disappeared entirely..."thrown" it seemed from the consecrated and, momentarily, entirely holy daelvar.</p><p></p><p>Two zombies who were closing in burst into dust almost immediately. The three remaining moaned their disapproval and turned from the group, seeking to escape the painful radiance, and disappeared back into the night-shrouded portions of the woods.</p><p></p><p>"Make for the plain! Perhaps, under the starlight, we might be safe from the shadow!" Erevan suggested before moving as fast as the group might. The elf was careful not to leave the bathing "sunlight" of the cleric.</p><p></p><p>Braddok aided the obviously debilitated Alaria. Festus did the same for Duor, though kept one hand free and full of blade. Fen moved after the rest, watching their back with his spear pointed toward the edge of Haelan's brilliance. The spear's soft green natural enchantment was all but invisible within the shining light of the Hilltender's goddess.</p><p></p><p>The companions were awed by what they saw when they exited the wood-line, but did not stop. They had traveled a good portion of the wide open, entirely tree or brush free wide "bowl" of darkened earth that stood between the forest and the mound upon which the indigo tower rose into the sky.</p><p></p><p>Then the grace of Haelan's goddess left him and they found themselves upon the barren wide plain, beneath the twinkling white glow of the multitude of unknown stars that filled this night-realm's sky.</p><p></p><p>Fearful of pursuit, the party did not stop their race for the mound and tower. As they neared, a scuttled boat was apparent at the edge of the incline, beside a short pier that poked out from the "shore."</p><p></p><p>Erevan then realized they were in a dried up moat or lake...Like the one in Gorathgraard...or the <em>other </em>Gorathgraard...but long devoid of water.</p><p></p><p>They neared the tower to find no door.</p><p></p><p>Fen half-expected for a woman of snow to sweep up into existence in their path. But none did.</p><p></p><p>"Look there." Duor pointed up. There appeared to be door two, maybe three, stories above the ground.</p><p></p><p>"I could prolly climb that." the dwarf suggested.</p><p></p><p>Alaria contemplated using her levitation spell and lamented, to herself, the loss of the Ihs Repahl.</p><p></p><p>As they quickly discussed how to get to the door, a twinkle of stars began to form, first at the base of the door and then descend downward.</p><p></p><p>"That demon-horse-thing is coming this way!" Fen said, loudly with concern, scanning out over the woods they'd recently left. The creature seemed to halt its airbound charge some distance within, above, the woods.</p><p></p><p>The twinkling stars that had transfixed most of the party ceased and in their wake, a long staircase rose up to where the door was.</p><p></p><p>"Nice goin', boss lady!" Duor said.</p><p></p><p>"It wasn't me, Duor." Alaria replied, her eyes now nervously upon the demon-horse.</p><p></p><p>A ball of fire was seen bursting into being from, what she couldn't be sure but supposed to be the outstretched arm of the rider Erevan had noted earlier.</p><p></p><p>"Up the stairs!" Alaria shotued. "Hurry!"</p><p></p><p>Noone needed to be told twice, in fact Haelan, Festus and Erevan were already bounded up them.</p><p></p><p>The ball of flame left the floating creature(s) and streaked out over the trees and over the barren plain.</p><p></p><p>As the first of the company reached the top stair, the door swung open (inward).</p><p></p><p>They all rushed inside.</p><p></p><p>Fen, at the rear, took the blink of the eye to look again at the fireball heading for them. </p><p></p><p>As it reached the edge of the "shore" on their side of the plain, it simply "turned" and fell with a thundering explosion of flame that shattered and burned the pier and scuttled boat below them.</p><p></p><p>The druid dove inside and the door immediately shut behind him with a slam.</p><p></p><p>Fen roused himself from the floor to stand behind the rest of the party. </p><p></p><p>They all stood in silence. They stared at the only figure or feature within the massive round chamber, much as the winter-Gorathgraard had appeared.</p><p></p><p>A woman stood before them swathed in rippling robes of indigo and deep violet. Stars twinkled here and there all across the boddice and down the skirts. She was as pale as Amthyriine had been, but had hair that flowed down her back, nearly to the floor. Her hair was raven black and also seemed to have stars that twinkled into and out of existence within the tresses that "blew" in no discernable breeze within the chamber.</p><p></p><p>Her eyes were as captivating as Amthyriine's had been. Large and thick darkly lashed, but sparkling with silver...as though full of stars.</p><p></p><p>"Thou truly art champions of supreme courage, to be sure.: the raven haired woman said.</p><p></p><p>None made reply.</p><p></p><p>"Else filled with supreme folly...devoid of sense." she said with a glower.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5820773, member: 92511"] The companions moved through the night-scaped woods...and they had, noticeably become woods, as opposed to swamps, in the past hour of their trek toward the odd indigo tower. "See there?" Festus said quietly. "The trees break just through there. Looks like pretty open terrain. Erevan concurred. The starglow at the edge of the trees was unmistakeable, even to the humans limited eyesight. "Hear that?" Fen then said. There was a pause among the company. "Fen, I don't hear anything." Haelan whispered to the druid. "Exactly." said the carrot-topped half-elf. Then they all realized, the night-symphony of crickets and toads they had heard on the mound where they had arrived were gone. Indeed, there was no noise at all....then a small sound....like the scraping of a rake through leaves. All of their eyes shot skyward to scan the tree tops, some of which still possessed leaves and obscured the sky. "It's there." Fen indicated, quietly. The form of a doe, its head to the forest floor, almost silently munching on the ground. "Give me a moment." suggested the druid. "I shall go see what there is to learn of this place." The company nodded their agreement and watched as the druid moved with typical grace and silence through the bushes and around the trees. The doe, shrouded in patches of shadow and starlight raised its head at the druid's approach. Fen incanted the spell for speaking with beasts. He felt a rise of power and serenity as one of the Holy Order's most ancient spells filled him with a link to the natural world...and then, he felt something more. "Forgive the intrusion, graceful lady. But I have cause to ask the nature of this place. Do you know of anything that occurs in the tall spire across the plain, there?" As the druid neared, he heard no reply and then the doe took a step toward him, revealing her head beneath a shaft of starlight in the process. The doe's head was missing an eye and half of its face was nothing but bone. Fen stayed his approach in shock. He now noticed, closer, that one of its legs was also nothing but bone, the flesh and muscle dangling off of it in an unappealing way. The doe took another step and opened its mouth. Its tongue lolled out of the half-open jaw and it made a sound like...like nothing Fen had ever heard...something between a sick goat or a tortured cat. It took another step toward Fen. "Abomination!" the druid called to his companions and his leaftip-bladed spear, instinctually, took on the pale green glow of the druid's enchantments. "What did he say?" asked Haelan quietly to Duor, hoping he had not just heard what he thought. "Something in deer-speak. Who cares?" the dwarf replied not paying attention to the druid, but noting some motion in the trees to their opposite side. "Somethin' over there though." he warned his companions and pulled the hand crossbow from his hip, inserting a dart into the small string without removing his gaze from the slow moving humanoid figure that passed behind one tree to the next. Fen stabbed at the lumbering slow creature with his spear. It sunk through mostly rotted flesh and again the creature gave out its sickly bellow. "And there! Before us!" Erevan now said from his position beside Festus in the front of the party. He nocked an arrow with fluid grace and let fly, but the humanoid figure moved behind a tree. The arrow struck solid into the trunk. His violet elvin eyes now noticed several of the shuffling shapes in the woods around them. One of the figures now moved from behind a tree, just beside the party and reached for Alaria. The wizardess swung in reflex with her staff, which had not been providing light for fear of attracting attention from the strange demon-horse-thing they'd seen earlier. The staff now flared with an electrical spark and crackle, striking a solid pblow against the gaunt, rotting face of the zombie that assaulted her with a low moan. The blow struck the thing's head clean off its shoulders with a loud crackling flare. It took another step before falling in a heap at Alaria's feet. "Zombies!" Braddok astutely pointed out for everyone. Another now came from the other direction, Duor jumped away from the reaching clawed grey limbs and fired his hand crossbow. The dart sank into the zombie's leg, but seemed to do nothing to deter the undad creature's advance. Duor drew his ethereal dagger. Braddok laid low another of the things with a single swipe of his magic longsword, severing the poor soul at the waist. Its bottom half dropped. Its top half continued to claw toward the warrior until his took off its head with another swing of the dully glowing blade. Alaria looked, in some horror at the body of the creature at her feet. The clothes it wore seemed to have once been finery, now tarnished and tattered, but seemed as though they may have once been courtly garb to her eyes. With another swipe of his green glowing blade, Fen abolished the abonimation of the zombie-deer. He said a silent prayer to the Green and the Balance for the poor creature and raced back to where his companions were being assaulted. No sooner had he rejoined the group than he felt a slicing across the side of his abdomen. The pain of the wound was nothing compared to the sapping freezing cold it left in its wake. He cried and turned in time to see the last movements of a shadow sink into the darkness of a tree. The druid was confused and fearful. He felt confused...the cold...it burned? "There's something else here..." Fen said with worry. "Haelan, do that thing you do..." the druid instructed. "Undead!" Festus called with a solid swipe of his falshion through the worm filled belly of another zombie. "Yeah, Hilltender, now'd be good!" Haelan heard the druid's and ranger's requests as he thudded his mace into the knees of the zombie that had assaulted Duor. The legs seemed to separate in a burst of dust and three-quarters of the zombie flopped to the ground. It continued to claw its way toward the halfling and dwarf. Duor put his green smoky dagger blade into the zombie's skull and it promptly stopped moving. "AAAAAH!" Alaria screamed as a darkness leaped out of the shadows of the fallen zombie, beneath the flickering sparks of her staff. It raked dagger-like "claws" of shadow through the magess' belly. The cold was overwhelming. Alaria clung to her staff with all of her remaining strength just to keep her footing. "LIET!" she shouted and a burst of yellowy light flared around her outstretched hand. The shadow being seemed to shrink back away and "dove" into the shadow of another tree, disappearing entirely. "It's so cold...a shade of some kind...Haelan..." Alaria said haggardly. Braddok jumped through the companions to move between Alaria and wherever the thing that attacked her had disappeared. The party now closed ranks, back to back, with Haelan in the middle. There were five more zombies closing in around them. "AH! Haelan, DAMMIT! Where's Goldilocks when you need'im?!" shouted Duor as a chilling rake passed over his back. There was no tearing or ripping of his cloak or armor, just the pain and debilitating cold that seemed to take the dwarf's strength right out of him. "It was there! Came out of Alaria's shadow and disappeared behind Haelan!" Erevan said. He turned and released another arrow into an approaching zombie. The shaft struck clean through the things dessicated skull with a "puff" of dust. The zombie kept coming, a hole now in the center of its face that shone, clear through to the woods and starlit plain beyond. Haelan took the pinecone shaped holy symbol out from beneath his pine-green tabard. He held it aloft and, as it had in Shafton, his voice took on a quality of power and assurance that the companions were not used to hearing. "Faerantha, Mother of the Hill, fill me with your loving light and force these creatures from your holy presence!" he shouted into the night. The small amulet took on a honey-colored sheen for a moment before the whole of Haelan's form was similarly bathed in light. An instant later, the daelvar seemed to become engulfed in a ball of dark golden-luminance. The smell of pine trees and summer breezes filled the area and the cleric shone with his divine might. "Haelan look out!" cried Festus as he saw the beginnings of the shadow form thing reaching out from a patch of darkness beside the cleric. Before the satyr could lunge for it, Haelan burst into the honey-colored sun they had seen in Shafton. The woods for easily 20-feet round them came alive in a golden "daylight" that they could assume this realm had never seen. The shadow made an unearthly shriek at the bright holy assault. It was as if the cry was there, yet not there...far away somehow. It disappeared entirely..."thrown" it seemed from the consecrated and, momentarily, entirely holy daelvar. Two zombies who were closing in burst into dust almost immediately. The three remaining moaned their disapproval and turned from the group, seeking to escape the painful radiance, and disappeared back into the night-shrouded portions of the woods. "Make for the plain! Perhaps, under the starlight, we might be safe from the shadow!" Erevan suggested before moving as fast as the group might. The elf was careful not to leave the bathing "sunlight" of the cleric. Braddok aided the obviously debilitated Alaria. Festus did the same for Duor, though kept one hand free and full of blade. Fen moved after the rest, watching their back with his spear pointed toward the edge of Haelan's brilliance. The spear's soft green natural enchantment was all but invisible within the shining light of the Hilltender's goddess. The companions were awed by what they saw when they exited the wood-line, but did not stop. They had traveled a good portion of the wide open, entirely tree or brush free wide "bowl" of darkened earth that stood between the forest and the mound upon which the indigo tower rose into the sky. Then the grace of Haelan's goddess left him and they found themselves upon the barren wide plain, beneath the twinkling white glow of the multitude of unknown stars that filled this night-realm's sky. Fearful of pursuit, the party did not stop their race for the mound and tower. As they neared, a scuttled boat was apparent at the edge of the incline, beside a short pier that poked out from the "shore." Erevan then realized they were in a dried up moat or lake...Like the one in Gorathgraard...or the [I]other [/I]Gorathgraard...but long devoid of water. They neared the tower to find no door. Fen half-expected for a woman of snow to sweep up into existence in their path. But none did. "Look there." Duor pointed up. There appeared to be door two, maybe three, stories above the ground. "I could prolly climb that." the dwarf suggested. Alaria contemplated using her levitation spell and lamented, to herself, the loss of the Ihs Repahl. As they quickly discussed how to get to the door, a twinkle of stars began to form, first at the base of the door and then descend downward. "That demon-horse-thing is coming this way!" Fen said, loudly with concern, scanning out over the woods they'd recently left. The creature seemed to halt its airbound charge some distance within, above, the woods. The twinkling stars that had transfixed most of the party ceased and in their wake, a long staircase rose up to where the door was. "Nice goin', boss lady!" Duor said. "It wasn't me, Duor." Alaria replied, her eyes now nervously upon the demon-horse. A ball of fire was seen bursting into being from, what she couldn't be sure but supposed to be the outstretched arm of the rider Erevan had noted earlier. "Up the stairs!" Alaria shotued. "Hurry!" Noone needed to be told twice, in fact Haelan, Festus and Erevan were already bounded up them. The ball of flame left the floating creature(s) and streaked out over the trees and over the barren plain. As the first of the company reached the top stair, the door swung open (inward). They all rushed inside. Fen, at the rear, took the blink of the eye to look again at the fireball heading for them. As it reached the edge of the "shore" on their side of the plain, it simply "turned" and fell with a thundering explosion of flame that shattered and burned the pier and scuttled boat below them. The druid dove inside and the door immediately shut behind him with a slam. Fen roused himself from the floor to stand behind the rest of the party. They all stood in silence. They stared at the only figure or feature within the massive round chamber, much as the winter-Gorathgraard had appeared. A woman stood before them swathed in rippling robes of indigo and deep violet. Stars twinkled here and there all across the boddice and down the skirts. She was as pale as Amthyriine had been, but had hair that flowed down her back, nearly to the floor. Her hair was raven black and also seemed to have stars that twinkled into and out of existence within the tresses that "blew" in no discernable breeze within the chamber. Her eyes were as captivating as Amthyriine's had been. Large and thick darkly lashed, but sparkling with silver...as though full of stars. "Thou truly art champions of supreme courage, to be sure.: the raven haired woman said. None made reply. "Else filled with supreme folly...devoid of sense." she said with a glower. [/QUOTE]
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