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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6030247" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>Between Erilyn's magical assault and Fen's quick stab with his mystically enhanced leaftip spear, the shadow snake had not gotten to the smoke vent in the top of the pavilion, as seemed to be its intention. The creature hissed out of existence, back to the shadow realm from which it was summoned.</p><p></p><p>The bursts of magical energies, however, had attracted the attention of the bugbear guards at the grand tent's entrance. Both of the seven foot tall hairy goblins poked in their curious heads and then roared and charged to see the green-cloaked half-elf. THe elfin lady, Fen realized was suspiciously absent from view.</p><p></p><p>"I've <em>gotta</em> get me one of those cloaks." Fen thought to himself as he set his spear against the side of his foot and braced for the first bugbear's attack.</p><p></p><p>As intended, the beast's great size and mass did the work for Fen, thoroughly impaling itself on the spear. Unfortunately, the bugbear's reach was more than enough to hammer Fen with his great spiked morningstar.</p><p></p><p>The druid went flying nearly across the whole tent, bouncing and sliding over the large table, sending maps and papers flying everywhere, as he landed hard on the opposite side of the table.</p><p></p><p>Fen shook his head and look up in time to see the two blurry bugbears trudging toward him turn into one not blurry one. The creature raised its club banded with iron studs over its head with both hands.</p><p></p><p>Fen wished the ringing in his ears would subside so he could conentrate enough to think of a spell...but in his daze, "This is gonna hurt." was all Fen's mind could come up with.</p><p></p><p>The bellow of the bugbear turned into a bloody gurgled *urk.*</p><p></p><p>Fen managed to roll, putting himself further from the table, as the second bugbear fell where the druid had previously been scrambling on hands and knees.</p><p></p><p>The lady Erilyn stood on the bugbear's back and yanked two slender and elegantly crafted dirks from teh goblinoid's broad back.</p><p></p><p>She smirked at the half-elf nd Fen managed to get out a "My thanks, la..." before the first bugbear roared up, the spear still sticking from its chest and began to force its way passed the table between it and the druid.</p><p></p><p>It did not get two steps before a slender elegantly crafted dagger was sticking out of its right eye.</p><p></p><p>The head fell very near to Fen. He pulled, with some disgust, the dirk from the goblinoid's face. </p><p></p><p>"I believe this belongs to you." he grinned his charming crooked grin and offered the weapon to the elf sorceress. As she nimbly jumped from the back of the second bugbear, onto the table, and then onto the back of the first bugbear to pull the leaftip spear out...from the back side.</p><p></p><p>"And this, I believe, is yours good druid." Erilyn retorted. She handed the gore covered spear to the half-elf.</p><p></p><p>Fen grimaced at the condition of his sacred weapon.</p><p></p><p>"Come on..." the elf lady said somewhat coolly. "We're going to have more visitors sooner than later, now, I suspect." she wandered into the adjacent chamber, separated from the main tent with hanging fabrics of apparent worth and various pelts and furs.</p><p></p><p>There was a brazier in this chamber also, though smaller than the main. A bed draped in more fabrics and furs. There was a large chest next to the bed. It was obviously locked and the elf lady immediately pulled small picks from somewhere on her person and began to fiddle with the lock. </p><p></p><p>A smaller table was piled with various bowls, vials, decanters, goblets and more than a few scrolls, animal parts, multiple candles...wizard's stuff, Fen knew without Erilyn saying a thing. The half-elf began looking through what he could, doing his best not to accidentally touch or activate anything magical as he did so.</p><p></p><p>One scroll in particular caught the druid's attention...not so much because of what it said, but because of what he couldn't tell. It was written in what looked similar to elvin script, yet most of the words did were not elvin words, to Fen's knowledge. It just looked like a bit of nonsense. But the words "Nor Tyrilith" and "Desaarthal" stuck out to Fen's eyes like they were written across the sky. </p><p></p><p>Erilyn easily bypassed the magical and mechanical traps and lock of the chest to find it contain nothing but some items of gold and valuable furs, a bag of gemstones...monetary stuff. Erilyn was not interested in monetary stuff...at this time. If this was the Black Drake's chamber, then were was his spellbook?</p><p></p><p>She grabbed the pouch of gems and joined Fen rifling through the table's contents.</p><p></p><p>He showed her the message he had found to see if she could make sense of the elf-like letters and words. The rogue-wizardess admitted she could not, and <em>this</em> thoroughly piqued her curiosity.</p><p></p><p>They rifled a bit more and removed a silk handkerchief to reveal a shallow dish of unknown dark grey metal that appeared to have an inky black liquid in it.</p><p></p><p>"Now this is something I'd expect a dark wizard to have." Erilyn said more to herself than Fen.</p><p></p><p>"What is it?" the druid asked, sensing something cold and evil begin to lay upon the ether of the room.</p><p></p><p>"I don't know!" Erilyn said with a surprising, though very lovely, smile. "Isn't that great!?"</p><p></p><p>"Uhhh..." Fen replied, unsure what to make of her response.</p><p></p><p>"Well, it's magic. I'd stake my cloak on that. Possibly some sort of scrying device...or communicative..." Erilyn continued, again more to herself than the half-elf who was right beside her. </p><p></p><p>Without another thought or word for the druid, the elf magess spoke a simple magical term quite familiar to the druid, "<em>Arkanavis</em>."</p><p></p><p>"Yup...magic. I knew it...but what..." the lady's turquoise glowing eyes narrowed as she peered hard at the device, trying to discern the various types of enchantment upon it...it was, Erilyn thought to herself, "muddled" fir lack of a more precise term.</p><p></p><p>Fen watched the elf woman with some concern. He watched as the surface of the inky liquid began to ripple of its own accord. He listened as a ghostly disembodied voice rose up in the chamber...it spoke words which sounded cold and almost seemed to manifest darkness even as they sounded.</p><p></p><p>Erilyn didn't seem phased by this spooky occurrance but peered even closer into the dish. "What...is it?"</p><p></p><p>Whether she spoke to him or the ghostly voice, Fen could not tell.</p><p></p><p>Fen was almost positive that he saw the image of narrow violet glowing eyes staring up out of the ink as the ripples went from radiating out from the center to shifting one side to another...then it was top to bottom...and then the ripples returned to radiating from the center.</p><p></p><p>In a flash a dark grey arm ending with a hand of long narrow fingers tipped in lengthy nails reached up out of the black fluid in the dish and grasped Erilyn's throat with apparent force.</p><p></p><p>Neither the elf lady nor the half-elf druid could dislodge the vice-like grip. Erilyn was being thoroughly choked, her own hands gripping the wrist of the glossy grey arm reaching from the dish.</p><p></p><p>Without any other ideas, Fen swiped at the dish, knocking it off of the table.</p><p></p><p>The arm seemed to fall from Erilyn's throat, like liquid, though nothing actually touched the floor.</p><p></p><p>The black inky liquid in the dish, however, did not splatter from the shallow dish. Fen flipped the dish over with his spear tip to find the black inky fluid still within the shallow depression, seemingly undisturbed by being flung or upside down or anything else.</p><p></p><p>"Seems we're even, master druid. The thanks are now mine to offer." Erilyn said, after a few coughs, massaging her throat.</p><p></p><p>"So, what is it?" Fen asked hesitantly.</p><p></p><p>"That, my good Fen, will have to wait and require a bit more...shall we say 'cautious' research." Erilyn smiled weakly as she carefully picked up the dish and placed it, gently, in a leather satchel that she wore beneath her enchanted cloak that Fen had not, until then, noticed.</p><p></p><p>The druid and rogue-magess gave the chamber another once over, searching under the multiple furs and fabrics, the bedframe, under the ornate rugs that were scattered around the floor.</p><p></p><p>Erilyn was thoroughly disheartened by their failure to find the wizard's spellbook. She suggested to Fen in defeat that the wizard must keep it on his person...as many mages were want to do.</p><p></p><p>They did, however, find a few more parchments and letters, mostly in languages Fen didn't understand, but Erilyn was able to determine a few of them were in Draconic. A cursory glance of those told them that Tresahd was in communications with someone named "Galtin", another reoccurring name was "Braneuil" <<em>"bran-WEE-il"</em>> and, the one Fen knew full well, "Rach'sha."</p><p></p><p>The messages seemed to mostly be giving orders, some responded to unknown queries. They would all require more time for a thorough examination, the elvin sorceress admitted. "My dragon-tongue isn't really what it should be."</p><p></p><p>"That seems like proof to me." Fen said. "Let's find Pyrnion and the small ones and get out of here."</p><p></p><p>Erilyn nodded her agreement and the two cautiously slipped out of the pavillion tent.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6030247, member: 92511"] Between Erilyn's magical assault and Fen's quick stab with his mystically enhanced leaftip spear, the shadow snake had not gotten to the smoke vent in the top of the pavilion, as seemed to be its intention. The creature hissed out of existence, back to the shadow realm from which it was summoned. The bursts of magical energies, however, had attracted the attention of the bugbear guards at the grand tent's entrance. Both of the seven foot tall hairy goblins poked in their curious heads and then roared and charged to see the green-cloaked half-elf. THe elfin lady, Fen realized was suspiciously absent from view. "I've [I]gotta[/I] get me one of those cloaks." Fen thought to himself as he set his spear against the side of his foot and braced for the first bugbear's attack. As intended, the beast's great size and mass did the work for Fen, thoroughly impaling itself on the spear. Unfortunately, the bugbear's reach was more than enough to hammer Fen with his great spiked morningstar. The druid went flying nearly across the whole tent, bouncing and sliding over the large table, sending maps and papers flying everywhere, as he landed hard on the opposite side of the table. Fen shook his head and look up in time to see the two blurry bugbears trudging toward him turn into one not blurry one. The creature raised its club banded with iron studs over its head with both hands. Fen wished the ringing in his ears would subside so he could conentrate enough to think of a spell...but in his daze, "This is gonna hurt." was all Fen's mind could come up with. The bellow of the bugbear turned into a bloody gurgled *urk.* Fen managed to roll, putting himself further from the table, as the second bugbear fell where the druid had previously been scrambling on hands and knees. The lady Erilyn stood on the bugbear's back and yanked two slender and elegantly crafted dirks from teh goblinoid's broad back. She smirked at the half-elf nd Fen managed to get out a "My thanks, la..." before the first bugbear roared up, the spear still sticking from its chest and began to force its way passed the table between it and the druid. It did not get two steps before a slender elegantly crafted dagger was sticking out of its right eye. The head fell very near to Fen. He pulled, with some disgust, the dirk from the goblinoid's face. "I believe this belongs to you." he grinned his charming crooked grin and offered the weapon to the elf sorceress. As she nimbly jumped from the back of the second bugbear, onto the table, and then onto the back of the first bugbear to pull the leaftip spear out...from the back side. "And this, I believe, is yours good druid." Erilyn retorted. She handed the gore covered spear to the half-elf. Fen grimaced at the condition of his sacred weapon. "Come on..." the elf lady said somewhat coolly. "We're going to have more visitors sooner than later, now, I suspect." she wandered into the adjacent chamber, separated from the main tent with hanging fabrics of apparent worth and various pelts and furs. There was a brazier in this chamber also, though smaller than the main. A bed draped in more fabrics and furs. There was a large chest next to the bed. It was obviously locked and the elf lady immediately pulled small picks from somewhere on her person and began to fiddle with the lock. A smaller table was piled with various bowls, vials, decanters, goblets and more than a few scrolls, animal parts, multiple candles...wizard's stuff, Fen knew without Erilyn saying a thing. The half-elf began looking through what he could, doing his best not to accidentally touch or activate anything magical as he did so. One scroll in particular caught the druid's attention...not so much because of what it said, but because of what he couldn't tell. It was written in what looked similar to elvin script, yet most of the words did were not elvin words, to Fen's knowledge. It just looked like a bit of nonsense. But the words "Nor Tyrilith" and "Desaarthal" stuck out to Fen's eyes like they were written across the sky. Erilyn easily bypassed the magical and mechanical traps and lock of the chest to find it contain nothing but some items of gold and valuable furs, a bag of gemstones...monetary stuff. Erilyn was not interested in monetary stuff...at this time. If this was the Black Drake's chamber, then were was his spellbook? She grabbed the pouch of gems and joined Fen rifling through the table's contents. He showed her the message he had found to see if she could make sense of the elf-like letters and words. The rogue-wizardess admitted she could not, and [I]this[/I] thoroughly piqued her curiosity. They rifled a bit more and removed a silk handkerchief to reveal a shallow dish of unknown dark grey metal that appeared to have an inky black liquid in it. "Now this is something I'd expect a dark wizard to have." Erilyn said more to herself than Fen. "What is it?" the druid asked, sensing something cold and evil begin to lay upon the ether of the room. "I don't know!" Erilyn said with a surprising, though very lovely, smile. "Isn't that great!?" "Uhhh..." Fen replied, unsure what to make of her response. "Well, it's magic. I'd stake my cloak on that. Possibly some sort of scrying device...or communicative..." Erilyn continued, again more to herself than the half-elf who was right beside her. Without another thought or word for the druid, the elf magess spoke a simple magical term quite familiar to the druid, "[I]Arkanavis[/I]." "Yup...magic. I knew it...but what..." the lady's turquoise glowing eyes narrowed as she peered hard at the device, trying to discern the various types of enchantment upon it...it was, Erilyn thought to herself, "muddled" fir lack of a more precise term. Fen watched the elf woman with some concern. He watched as the surface of the inky liquid began to ripple of its own accord. He listened as a ghostly disembodied voice rose up in the chamber...it spoke words which sounded cold and almost seemed to manifest darkness even as they sounded. Erilyn didn't seem phased by this spooky occurrance but peered even closer into the dish. "What...is it?" Whether she spoke to him or the ghostly voice, Fen could not tell. Fen was almost positive that he saw the image of narrow violet glowing eyes staring up out of the ink as the ripples went from radiating out from the center to shifting one side to another...then it was top to bottom...and then the ripples returned to radiating from the center. In a flash a dark grey arm ending with a hand of long narrow fingers tipped in lengthy nails reached up out of the black fluid in the dish and grasped Erilyn's throat with apparent force. Neither the elf lady nor the half-elf druid could dislodge the vice-like grip. Erilyn was being thoroughly choked, her own hands gripping the wrist of the glossy grey arm reaching from the dish. Without any other ideas, Fen swiped at the dish, knocking it off of the table. The arm seemed to fall from Erilyn's throat, like liquid, though nothing actually touched the floor. The black inky liquid in the dish, however, did not splatter from the shallow dish. Fen flipped the dish over with his spear tip to find the black inky fluid still within the shallow depression, seemingly undisturbed by being flung or upside down or anything else. "Seems we're even, master druid. The thanks are now mine to offer." Erilyn said, after a few coughs, massaging her throat. "So, what is it?" Fen asked hesitantly. "That, my good Fen, will have to wait and require a bit more...shall we say 'cautious' research." Erilyn smiled weakly as she carefully picked up the dish and placed it, gently, in a leather satchel that she wore beneath her enchanted cloak that Fen had not, until then, noticed. The druid and rogue-magess gave the chamber another once over, searching under the multiple furs and fabrics, the bedframe, under the ornate rugs that were scattered around the floor. Erilyn was thoroughly disheartened by their failure to find the wizard's spellbook. She suggested to Fen in defeat that the wizard must keep it on his person...as many mages were want to do. They did, however, find a few more parchments and letters, mostly in languages Fen didn't understand, but Erilyn was able to determine a few of them were in Draconic. A cursory glance of those told them that Tresahd was in communications with someone named "Galtin", another reoccurring name was "Braneuil" <[I]"bran-WEE-il"[/I]> and, the one Fen knew full well, "Rach'sha." The messages seemed to mostly be giving orders, some responded to unknown queries. They would all require more time for a thorough examination, the elvin sorceress admitted. "My dragon-tongue isn't really what it should be." "That seems like proof to me." Fen said. "Let's find Pyrnion and the small ones and get out of here." Erilyn nodded her agreement and the two cautiously slipped out of the pavillion tent. [/QUOTE]
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