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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6303015" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>The companions landed and disembarked in a cove, north of the rocky protrusion where the harpies had laired, much closer to the cave mouth they knew led deep into the oddly curved mountains of the island.</p><p></p><p>Pyrnion immediately took wing and did a quick reconnaissance. “Nothing evident in view.” the zephari reported as he alit on the rocky beach. </p><p></p><p>Braddok, Haelan, Pyrnion and Trihna (hooded in Alaria’s protective cloak and carrying the Staff of Azanna) set out from the beach, weapons at the ready and clear in their objective. </p><p></p><p>It was nearing nightfall as they came to the bubbling pools where they’d first encountered Mister Meesh <"That’s Meeessh!”>. They knew it was only a short jaunt up the rocky path to the “side door” to the mountain’s strange halls and chambers.</p><p></p><p>“She must know we’re here by now.” Haelan said, worried. “Where is she?”</p><p></p><p>“Undoubtedly unconcerned with our arrival, my friend.” Pyrnion said.</p><p></p><p>The explanation did nothing to alleviate Haelan’s jittery nerves.</p><p></p><p>“But we’re not s’pposed to go inside!” Haelan answered. “If she doesn’t come out...what’re we gonna...”</p><p></p><p>“Be still!” Braddok hissed. “We have no way of knowing if we are watched or not.” the swordsman said as he casually took off his pack and began setting to make a campfire.</p><p></p><p>The dark-haired, blue-eyed Grinlian warrior looked sidelong at the disguised Trihna.</p><p></p><p>The sea-priestess nodded and took out her own crystalline orb, half filled with water. A near-silent incantation later, the orb clearly glowed with more vibrance pointed toward the mountain.</p><p></p><p>“She’s still inside. Though, from here, I can not say where.” Trihna whispered to Braddok.</p><p></p><p>“Demons?” Pyrnion asked quietly.</p><p></p><p>Trihna concentrated a moment more...there was something..."Behind us?!” Trihna exclaimed.</p><p></p><p>She and all of the company turned, weapons at the ready to look behind them.</p><p></p><p>“Nice trick, magess” the sultry voice came from nowhere before Althrizz’s form shimmered into view at the edge of the companions’ campsite.</p><p></p><p>“Demon!” Haelan blurted in his panic, though the voluptuous woman’s large bat wings, pointed tail and delicate horns protruding from her forehead left little doubt to any with sight.</p><p></p><p>“Be at ease, champions.” Althrizz soothed with her honeyed tongue. “I bare a simple message.” </p><p></p><p>The companions did not relax their battle-readied stances.</p><p></p><p>“Just give my mistress the Ihs Repahl.” Althrizz explained. She looked, casually, at her talon like fingernails. “You can even just leave it here, if you like. No need to even go inside.</p><p></p><p>“That’s all she wants. Doesn’t have to kill your magess...or any of you, for that matter.</p><p></p><p>“Just give up the orb and you might...could?...well, <em>possibly</em> survive the devastation that will herald the coming age.” Althrizz now looked up from her manicured hands at Pyrnion, then, Haelan, then Braddok. She shrugged. “That’s all.”</p><p></p><p>“If that’s all she wants...” Pyrnion began to say.</p><p></p><p>“Pyrnion! Focus! She’s trying to charm us.” Haelan shouted.</p><p></p><p> Braddok shook his helmed head and blinked twice.</p><p></p><p>“No dice, demon. Be gone and tell your mistress that we will thwart her wicked endeavor!” Haelan blurted. He inwardly shook at his own assertiveness and silently thanked Faerantha for the fortitude which the Hilltender always attributed to Her blessing.</p><p></p><p>Althrizz shrugged again. “Have it your way, hairfoot. She will have the orb one way or the other. As I said, I am merely the messenger...and your last offer or hope of getting out of here in one piece.”</p><p></p><p>She smiled at the assembled companions for one moment more and then shimmered, as if surrounded by waves of heat, out of view.</p><p></p><p>Haelan immediately dropped into a channeling trance and looked around, in every direction he could see in the dimming twilight. What the empowered vision showed him, much to Haelan’s relief, was the demon had in fact gone. There was no discernible, singular, trace of evil in view. But...<<em>quote noted from in game: "Why’s there always gotta be a ‘but’?!?”</em>> the whole of the isle pulsed with a low-grade ‘radiation’ of Evil.</p><p></p><p>Haelan shook his head to dismiss the troubling pulse from his consciousness and end his entranced sight.</p><p></p><p>“She’s gone. But evil is everywhere. I fear we may be too late after all.” the daelvar sulked.</p><p></p><p>“We have three days until the equinox.” Braddok asserted. “We can succeed.”</p><p></p><p>----</p><p>A slight green lizard, no larger than a man’s hand, scurried its way along the rocks toward the gaping cave mouth that, he knew from their first foray on Dragonbone Isle, was the primary entrance to the corridors and caverns beneath the island...the long decayed, calcified, covered and grown over remains of the internals of the mother-wyrm, Sharzaak.</p><p></p><p>It effortlessly climbed up onto a wall and sped into the darkness. It rounded corners and licked at the air with its reptilian tongue. Once it ducked into some shadows as a patrol of goblin guards wandered by. </p><p></p><p>Coming to the end of a long corridor, the lizard was surprised to find many goblins, with some hobgoblins which appeared to be their overseers or captains, shouting commands in goblinese as the smaller humanoids scurried about, loading and packing sacks and chests and crates of wood with all manner of riches and treasures. Coins, gems, bolts of rich fabric and barrels of wine and/or spices. All booty, undoubtedly taken from the surrounding waters’ heavily trafficked trade-routes of the Whitegull Bay between Hawkview and across the bay to the edges of the Mage-lands of R’Hath...possibly even beyond.</p><p></p><p>Sets of goblinoids packed and moved the containers back toward the entrance. It seemed the mistress had demanded they clear out before the equinox and a ship was arriving that evening to be loaded at the closest beach, just at the foot of the cave-mouth.</p><p></p><p>*<em>Duor will be very interested in this, I should think.</em>* Fen thought to himself. But this was not what he was looking for. The lizard scurried, unseen along the edges of the cavern, through the only other corridor leading from the chamber.</p><p></p><p>At his size, the druid easily noticed the edges of a series of pit-traps along this corridor. Not surprising considering the wealth located at the end. </p><p></p><p>He rounded a corner and was struck by a wall of scent. Most off-putting. Guano. The odor flooded down the corridor from the darkness beyond. Carefully check the vicinity, the lizard curled up, then stretched, then began to ungulate and give off a soft green glow. </p><p></p><p>A moment later, where the lizard had been, a bat took to the air, hugging the ceiling of the corridor. Some bats were known to feed on small lizards. Better safe than sorry, Fen thought.</p><p></p><p>The source of the guano scent was a large, high roofed cavern at the end of the corridor. By the size and amount of guano coating the floor, a very large bat colony must have resided here. But only until recently, Fen reasoned as he grasped a crag of rock in the cavern’s ceiling with his feet. There were no other bats to be found in the cavern. His echo-location revealed nothing else moving. Odd.</p><p></p><p>The lack of vermin of any kind, throughout the caverns, was becoming a source of concern. Surely, at least rats, bats and other reptiles or insects would have found their way to reside here over the centuries since Sharaak’s demise. There had been plenty of time for ample vegetation. Where were the other lifeforms that would be common to such a habitat?</p><p></p><p>Fen took wing again and flitted his way out of the bat-cavern through a crevice in one of the walls revealed by his unusual senses. It soon dove, nearly straight down, and the air began to become very warm. </p><p></p><p>He came through a similar crevice near the ceiling of another cavern, aglow in golden light. The floor of the cavern was dotted with pools of bubbling, glowing magma. A few large shards of blackened rock and relatively flat “pathways” of stone veined the chamber in black among the flowing lava. Two corridors exited with cavern. Fen took the more northerly of the two, banking on a guess from his last visit to these caves.</p><p></p><p>Sure enough, the corridor twisted and turned a long slow curve before coming out to the cavern all of the Stormriders remembered from their earliest adventure here. He found a place to grasp the ceiling once more and took in the cavern. </p><p></p><p>There were four small jutting stones in the walls of the large domed cavern, each above a cistern- like half-wall of stone. On one, a bowl. On another, a staff topped with a large jewel. The third was empty. The fourth held a captive. Small, slight, obviously female and elvish in features. Who was that unfortunate, Fen wondered...and how did she figure into the dragon’s plan?</p><p></p><p>Two figures were within the chamber. The one with large bat-like wings jutting from her back, small horns on her head and a long barbed tail. Fen recognized Althrizz immediately. The other draped in a flowing robes was obviously the humanoid form of Desaarthal. </p><p></p><p>“They refused, as you said they would.” Althrizz said.</p><p></p><p>“Fine. They are here. My victory is nearly assured. Release the hounds after them when the sun sets. They will be ours by morning. See that as few are slain as possible.” Desaarthal replied. “How goes the evacuation?”</p><p> </p><p> “Goblins are inefficient.” the demoness said, more as a statement of fact than a reply. “But the hogomors seem to have them well in line. They say the ship will arrive at moonrise. The treasure should be loaded before morning.” Althrizz reported plainly.</p><p></p><p>“Good. Mother will be pleased to begin her new reign with at least a small hoard.” Desaarthal replied, distracted by the unconscious figure above the cistern of water where they had battled the water-hydra to reclaim the Shoal temple’s sacred pearl.</p><p></p><p>“What of the others, mistress? Is it wise to leave them here?” Altrizz asked.</p><p></p><p>“The rising will be difficult and will require as much...<em>sustenance </em>as possible.” Desaarthal answered. “Their power should greatly help Her return...and a few of the adventurers can only help, however paltry their existence.”</p><p></p><p>“And when the rising is achieved and you no longer require...” Althrizz began to prod gently.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, yes, Althrizz. You may have their souls. I only have need of their lifeforce and material forms.” the dragon-woman snapped back.</p><p></p><p>“Now, I will go rest. The rising will require a great deal of strength. Do not disturb me unless absolutely vital.” Desaarthal said, turning to the demoness.</p><p></p><p>Desaarthal began to leave and stopped, mid-exit. She looked around the cavern. Her gaze did not find or rest on the lone grey bat hidden among the shadowy crags in the ceiling.</p><p></p><p>“Do not disappoint me, Althrizz. There is nothing here beyond your capacity to handle.”</p><p></p><p>The demoness gave a low bow. “Certainly not, mistress.”</p><p></p><p>As the dragon-in-human-form left the chamber, the demoness turned her head, still bowed, and hissed a nearly imperceptible, “Rest well.”</p><p></p><p>When Desaarthal was gone, the succubus batted her wings and effortlessly flew away, disappearing down the corridor that led to the lava pits.</p><p></p><p>Fen took wing again and flitted down toward the figure on the cistern. She was elvish to be sure, but smaller than the elves he knew. Her figure was certainly not that of a child and her bare hands and feet revealed webbing between them.</p><p></p><p>A Karolostae?! <<em>literally translated from elvish: “Those who Watch [or ‘Follow’] the Deep”</em>>. An elf of the Orean seas. Unusual to say the least. But the druid was at a loss what even so unusual a being could do for Desaarthal’s plan.</p><p></p><p>The sea elves were nearly legend. But nothing Fen had heard or learned in his teachings indicated they would have a magical power to rival that of the Tyrisian’s holy pearl relic.</p><p></p><p>The half-elf was torn with pity for the woman. But his mission was reconnaissance. Not to interfere with anything, at this moment, that might tip their hand. He had to finish scouting and return to the party before nightfall. He had to warn the others of the impending attack. </p><p></p><p>*<em>By the Balance and the Blood of the Stars, I will be back for you. I swear it.</em>* Fen thought to himself.</p><p></p><p>With that silent farewell, the bat exited down the third passage that left the chamber.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6303015, member: 92511"] The companions landed and disembarked in a cove, north of the rocky protrusion where the harpies had laired, much closer to the cave mouth they knew led deep into the oddly curved mountains of the island. Pyrnion immediately took wing and did a quick reconnaissance. “Nothing evident in view.” the zephari reported as he alit on the rocky beach. Braddok, Haelan, Pyrnion and Trihna (hooded in Alaria’s protective cloak and carrying the Staff of Azanna) set out from the beach, weapons at the ready and clear in their objective. It was nearing nightfall as they came to the bubbling pools where they’d first encountered Mister Meesh <"That’s Meeessh!”>. They knew it was only a short jaunt up the rocky path to the “side door” to the mountain’s strange halls and chambers. “She must know we’re here by now.” Haelan said, worried. “Where is she?” “Undoubtedly unconcerned with our arrival, my friend.” Pyrnion said. The explanation did nothing to alleviate Haelan’s jittery nerves. “But we’re not s’pposed to go inside!” Haelan answered. “If she doesn’t come out...what’re we gonna...” “Be still!” Braddok hissed. “We have no way of knowing if we are watched or not.” the swordsman said as he casually took off his pack and began setting to make a campfire. The dark-haired, blue-eyed Grinlian warrior looked sidelong at the disguised Trihna. The sea-priestess nodded and took out her own crystalline orb, half filled with water. A near-silent incantation later, the orb clearly glowed with more vibrance pointed toward the mountain. “She’s still inside. Though, from here, I can not say where.” Trihna whispered to Braddok. “Demons?” Pyrnion asked quietly. Trihna concentrated a moment more...there was something..."Behind us?!” Trihna exclaimed. She and all of the company turned, weapons at the ready to look behind them. “Nice trick, magess” the sultry voice came from nowhere before Althrizz’s form shimmered into view at the edge of the companions’ campsite. “Demon!” Haelan blurted in his panic, though the voluptuous woman’s large bat wings, pointed tail and delicate horns protruding from her forehead left little doubt to any with sight. “Be at ease, champions.” Althrizz soothed with her honeyed tongue. “I bare a simple message.” The companions did not relax their battle-readied stances. “Just give my mistress the Ihs Repahl.” Althrizz explained. She looked, casually, at her talon like fingernails. “You can even just leave it here, if you like. No need to even go inside. “That’s all she wants. Doesn’t have to kill your magess...or any of you, for that matter. “Just give up the orb and you might...could?...well, [I]possibly[/I] survive the devastation that will herald the coming age.” Althrizz now looked up from her manicured hands at Pyrnion, then, Haelan, then Braddok. She shrugged. “That’s all.” “If that’s all she wants...” Pyrnion began to say. “Pyrnion! Focus! She’s trying to charm us.” Haelan shouted. Braddok shook his helmed head and blinked twice. “No dice, demon. Be gone and tell your mistress that we will thwart her wicked endeavor!” Haelan blurted. He inwardly shook at his own assertiveness and silently thanked Faerantha for the fortitude which the Hilltender always attributed to Her blessing. Althrizz shrugged again. “Have it your way, hairfoot. She will have the orb one way or the other. As I said, I am merely the messenger...and your last offer or hope of getting out of here in one piece.” She smiled at the assembled companions for one moment more and then shimmered, as if surrounded by waves of heat, out of view. Haelan immediately dropped into a channeling trance and looked around, in every direction he could see in the dimming twilight. What the empowered vision showed him, much to Haelan’s relief, was the demon had in fact gone. There was no discernible, singular, trace of evil in view. But...<[I]quote noted from in game: "Why’s there always gotta be a ‘but’?!?”[/I]> the whole of the isle pulsed with a low-grade ‘radiation’ of Evil. Haelan shook his head to dismiss the troubling pulse from his consciousness and end his entranced sight. “She’s gone. But evil is everywhere. I fear we may be too late after all.” the daelvar sulked. “We have three days until the equinox.” Braddok asserted. “We can succeed.” ---- A slight green lizard, no larger than a man’s hand, scurried its way along the rocks toward the gaping cave mouth that, he knew from their first foray on Dragonbone Isle, was the primary entrance to the corridors and caverns beneath the island...the long decayed, calcified, covered and grown over remains of the internals of the mother-wyrm, Sharzaak. It effortlessly climbed up onto a wall and sped into the darkness. It rounded corners and licked at the air with its reptilian tongue. Once it ducked into some shadows as a patrol of goblin guards wandered by. Coming to the end of a long corridor, the lizard was surprised to find many goblins, with some hobgoblins which appeared to be their overseers or captains, shouting commands in goblinese as the smaller humanoids scurried about, loading and packing sacks and chests and crates of wood with all manner of riches and treasures. Coins, gems, bolts of rich fabric and barrels of wine and/or spices. All booty, undoubtedly taken from the surrounding waters’ heavily trafficked trade-routes of the Whitegull Bay between Hawkview and across the bay to the edges of the Mage-lands of R’Hath...possibly even beyond. Sets of goblinoids packed and moved the containers back toward the entrance. It seemed the mistress had demanded they clear out before the equinox and a ship was arriving that evening to be loaded at the closest beach, just at the foot of the cave-mouth. *[I]Duor will be very interested in this, I should think.[/I]* Fen thought to himself. But this was not what he was looking for. The lizard scurried, unseen along the edges of the cavern, through the only other corridor leading from the chamber. At his size, the druid easily noticed the edges of a series of pit-traps along this corridor. Not surprising considering the wealth located at the end. He rounded a corner and was struck by a wall of scent. Most off-putting. Guano. The odor flooded down the corridor from the darkness beyond. Carefully check the vicinity, the lizard curled up, then stretched, then began to ungulate and give off a soft green glow. A moment later, where the lizard had been, a bat took to the air, hugging the ceiling of the corridor. Some bats were known to feed on small lizards. Better safe than sorry, Fen thought. The source of the guano scent was a large, high roofed cavern at the end of the corridor. By the size and amount of guano coating the floor, a very large bat colony must have resided here. But only until recently, Fen reasoned as he grasped a crag of rock in the cavern’s ceiling with his feet. There were no other bats to be found in the cavern. His echo-location revealed nothing else moving. Odd. The lack of vermin of any kind, throughout the caverns, was becoming a source of concern. Surely, at least rats, bats and other reptiles or insects would have found their way to reside here over the centuries since Sharaak’s demise. There had been plenty of time for ample vegetation. Where were the other lifeforms that would be common to such a habitat? Fen took wing again and flitted his way out of the bat-cavern through a crevice in one of the walls revealed by his unusual senses. It soon dove, nearly straight down, and the air began to become very warm. He came through a similar crevice near the ceiling of another cavern, aglow in golden light. The floor of the cavern was dotted with pools of bubbling, glowing magma. A few large shards of blackened rock and relatively flat “pathways” of stone veined the chamber in black among the flowing lava. Two corridors exited with cavern. Fen took the more northerly of the two, banking on a guess from his last visit to these caves. Sure enough, the corridor twisted and turned a long slow curve before coming out to the cavern all of the Stormriders remembered from their earliest adventure here. He found a place to grasp the ceiling once more and took in the cavern. There were four small jutting stones in the walls of the large domed cavern, each above a cistern- like half-wall of stone. On one, a bowl. On another, a staff topped with a large jewel. The third was empty. The fourth held a captive. Small, slight, obviously female and elvish in features. Who was that unfortunate, Fen wondered...and how did she figure into the dragon’s plan? Two figures were within the chamber. The one with large bat-like wings jutting from her back, small horns on her head and a long barbed tail. Fen recognized Althrizz immediately. The other draped in a flowing robes was obviously the humanoid form of Desaarthal. “They refused, as you said they would.” Althrizz said. “Fine. They are here. My victory is nearly assured. Release the hounds after them when the sun sets. They will be ours by morning. See that as few are slain as possible.” Desaarthal replied. “How goes the evacuation?” “Goblins are inefficient.” the demoness said, more as a statement of fact than a reply. “But the hogomors seem to have them well in line. They say the ship will arrive at moonrise. The treasure should be loaded before morning.” Althrizz reported plainly. “Good. Mother will be pleased to begin her new reign with at least a small hoard.” Desaarthal replied, distracted by the unconscious figure above the cistern of water where they had battled the water-hydra to reclaim the Shoal temple’s sacred pearl. “What of the others, mistress? Is it wise to leave them here?” Altrizz asked. “The rising will be difficult and will require as much...[I]sustenance [/I]as possible.” Desaarthal answered. “Their power should greatly help Her return...and a few of the adventurers can only help, however paltry their existence.” “And when the rising is achieved and you no longer require...” Althrizz began to prod gently. “Yes, yes, Althrizz. You may have their souls. I only have need of their lifeforce and material forms.” the dragon-woman snapped back. “Now, I will go rest. The rising will require a great deal of strength. Do not disturb me unless absolutely vital.” Desaarthal said, turning to the demoness. Desaarthal began to leave and stopped, mid-exit. She looked around the cavern. Her gaze did not find or rest on the lone grey bat hidden among the shadowy crags in the ceiling. “Do not disappoint me, Althrizz. There is nothing here beyond your capacity to handle.” The demoness gave a low bow. “Certainly not, mistress.” As the dragon-in-human-form left the chamber, the demoness turned her head, still bowed, and hissed a nearly imperceptible, “Rest well.” When Desaarthal was gone, the succubus batted her wings and effortlessly flew away, disappearing down the corridor that led to the lava pits. Fen took wing again and flitted down toward the figure on the cistern. She was elvish to be sure, but smaller than the elves he knew. Her figure was certainly not that of a child and her bare hands and feet revealed webbing between them. A Karolostae?! <[I]literally translated from elvish: “Those who Watch [or ‘Follow’] the Deep”[/I]>. An elf of the Orean seas. Unusual to say the least. But the druid was at a loss what even so unusual a being could do for Desaarthal’s plan. The sea elves were nearly legend. But nothing Fen had heard or learned in his teachings indicated they would have a magical power to rival that of the Tyrisian’s holy pearl relic. The half-elf was torn with pity for the woman. But his mission was reconnaissance. Not to interfere with anything, at this moment, that might tip their hand. He had to finish scouting and return to the party before nightfall. He had to warn the others of the impending attack. *[I]By the Balance and the Blood of the Stars, I will be back for you. I swear it.[/I]* Fen thought to himself. With that silent farewell, the bat exited down the third passage that left the chamber. [/QUOTE]
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