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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 265264" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 2, finis.</strong></p><p></p><p>The next morning, after preparing spells and weapons, the group headed over to the shop called “The Autumn Twilight.” It certainly could have been a magic shop. It was a small cottage, with twisted decorations and odd signs and symbols painted on the door and façade of the house. The place appeared deserted.</p><p></p><p>They headed up to the front door, Belarn and Wodyn leading.</p><p></p><p>“Wait,” Olgar said, casting his <em>detect magic</em> spell. He concentrated for a moment. “Strange. Nothin’ magical nearby tha’ I can detect, ‘cept wha’ we’re carryin’. This place ain’ wha’ it seems.”</p><p></p><p>Armed with that knowledge, they entered. The small front room was crowded with book shelves and display stands, covered with all manner of arcane tomes, implements, and knickknacks. There was a small of incense, with something odder, nastier underlying it. A passage at the rear led to a back room.</p><p></p><p>“Nothing magical,” Olgar repeated.</p><p></p><p>“Well, scout, go scout,” Wodyn motioned to the halfling. Belarn snuck over to the passage to the back of the house, then stepped through it.</p><p></p><p>The rest heard a cackling laugh. “You are too late to stop me!” cried a voice.</p><p></p><p>Belarn screamed. Wodyn charged forward, followed closely by Streith. Olgar said a brief prayer to Kraig, pulling a shield of divine faith about himself, then worked himself into a fury and followed Streith.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn stood in the doorway, battling a man in peasant garb who held a nasty looking sickle in one hand and a pulsating, purple-and-blue crystal staff in the other. The man’s hair was unkempt, his eyes rolled wildly, and he cackled maniacally as he swung the sickle.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn was holding his own, though he had not yet landed a telling blow. “It’s Farmer Ted!” he shouted -- the missing farmer from Aurora Falls. Nelum launched a bolt of magic that wounded the man but otherwise had little effect.</p><p></p><p>Belarn was sitting in a corner, a slash wound on one arm. He was drooling, and had a vacant expression in his eyes. A Streith moved around Wodyn to attack, Belarn pushed open the back window of the small room and leapt out.</p><p></p><p>The wild man slashed at Streith, who couldn’t maneuver around Wodyn’s wild swings. He took but a glancing blow, but his eyes went slack, all traces of intelligence leaving them. He continued to swing his scimitar, though, if imperfectly.</p><p></p><p>Olgar also squeezed by Wodyn, and attempted to land a blow with his sword, only to have it deflected. Farmer Ted returned the blow, and while Olgar was staggered, he retained his bearings.</p><p></p><p>The wild man began to cast some sort of spell, and all three fighting men took a swing at him. Wodyn’s axe connected with telling force, just as the man winked out of existence. He was gone, leaving nothing behind by whiff of ozone, and the stinking corpse of a woman in the far corner of the room.</p><p></p><p>“Did we get ‘im?” Olgar asked, but Wodyn only shrugged noncommittally. The tall man went to examine the body in the corner. Streith sat down, and began to drool. Olgar joined Wodyn and Nelum at the corpse.</p><p></p><p>The body was oddly misshapen. The woman’s skin was an unusual shade of pink, and there were strange puckerings around her mouth – like the nubs of small growths. Cause of death was easy to determine – her brain had been removed, violently. There were three large amethyst crystals in her robes, but nothing else.</p><p></p><p>“Look familiar to anyone?” Wodyn asked. Olgar shook his head, but Nelum raised an eyebrow.</p><p></p><p>“Those nubs look like the beginnings of tentacles,” the wizard said, “which is impossible. She looks like a human turning into something that exists only in faerie tales – a mind flayer.”</p><p></p><p>“Another mystery, then, with where Farmer Ted disappeared to,” Wodyn said. He turned back to Streith. Yuusdrail towed Belarn in – she had found him lurking outside the back window. “What about these two?”</p><p></p><p>“Looks like their intelligence has been stolen from them,” Nelum said after a few minutes examination. “That takes powerful magic, and ever more powerful magic to reverse.”</p><p></p><p>“Tha’ lets me out,” Olgar replied, “the temple o’Kraig couldn’t even lift me curse. Likely there’s only one place local tha’ could do it – our friends a’ Moloch.”</p><p></p><p>Wodyn turned in disgust. “You would do business with those evil priests again? Who know what price they would demand!”</p><p></p><p>Nelum nodded. “A spell that would correct this would be very expensive. Do you have that kind of funds?”</p><p></p><p>“Nae,” Olgar shook his head, “but we ha’ these crystals. They aren’t magic, but thy’re pretty good gemstones. Maybe they’ll take ‘em in trade. Better that, that t’ take these two droolin’ idjits with us a week’s travel t’ the next big city. Devil ye know’s better’n the devil ye don’, after all.”</p><p></p><p>Lacking better options, the party took the three crystals, their idiots in tow, and headed once again to the church of Moloch. The high priest was at first suspicious, but he turned positively giddy when offered the crystals. He took Belarn and Streith inside, and returned after a bit, both of them apparently restored to normal.</p><p></p><p>An hour later, the party was back in the temple of Kraig, in the high preist’s office, rendering their report.</p><p></p><p>“Are ye daft, man?” the high priest shouted at Olgar. “Who knows what kind of magic ye’ gave to the church of Moloch, if he was that happy to see it!”</p><p></p><p>“Well, yer worship, ye weren’t exactly too helpful, an’ though we think we solved the murders, we don’ know if’n that psycho escaped ‘r not, so we figgur’d we’d better have capable fighters on hand, instead o’ a couple o’ idjits.”</p><p></p><p>The priest shook his head, disgusted, then changed the subject. “I’ve translated yer diary. It was in a dwarven dialect of Undercommon – that’s why it looked familiar. The dialect was last used by Clan Duergar.”</p><p></p><p><em>Duergar! </em> Olgar thought. <em>As good a reason as any t’ have revenge on their stinkin’ hides. Have t’ see where this leads!</em> “What’d the diary say, yer worship?”</p><p></p><p>The old preist began to read:</p><p></p><p>“Weddingbirth 1st </p><p>The dark times. They come. He tells me so. They are coming back. My wife and kids are growing suspicious of me. She says that something has come over me. I’m not like I used to be. She doesn’t know. I don’t remember a time before I discovered the temple. I cant tell anyone or they will come and take him from me. I cant let that happen. He would be mad. She still snoops around. Something must be done.</p><p></p><p>Weddingbirth 13th </p><p>I made dinner for my wife and kids tonight because he told me to. They liked it. They started throwing up my food. That was very rude. I guess the poison in the food didn’t agree with their stomachs. Oh well. Ill just let someone else clean up the mess. I have to place my family in the cemetery. I’ll blame it on a sickness going around. No one will ever know. I had to get rid of them. They knew too much.</p><p></p><p>Weddingbirth 23rd </p><p>I have breached the temple. The smell of decay and time that history has forgotten smells and feels wonderful against my body. I don’t know how it got to be under my house though. It’s not my job to ask questions. I found the old study to Zalli Your Op The Lid and I found the old book. More later.</p><p></p><p>Weddingbirth 31st </p><p>After reading the book, it all makes perfect sense. I know what I must do. I need to go off to the town of Aerolite. She can help me. The one the Master speaks of. She will have my next set of instructions.”</p><p></p><p>The heroes looked at each other. It seemed that this part of the mystery had clues they had yet to solve.</p><p></p><p></p><p>TO BE CONTINUED ….</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 265264, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 2, finis.[/b] The next morning, after preparing spells and weapons, the group headed over to the shop called “The Autumn Twilight.” It certainly could have been a magic shop. It was a small cottage, with twisted decorations and odd signs and symbols painted on the door and façade of the house. The place appeared deserted. They headed up to the front door, Belarn and Wodyn leading. “Wait,” Olgar said, casting his [i]detect magic[/i] spell. He concentrated for a moment. “Strange. Nothin’ magical nearby tha’ I can detect, ‘cept wha’ we’re carryin’. This place ain’ wha’ it seems.” Armed with that knowledge, they entered. The small front room was crowded with book shelves and display stands, covered with all manner of arcane tomes, implements, and knickknacks. There was a small of incense, with something odder, nastier underlying it. A passage at the rear led to a back room. “Nothing magical,” Olgar repeated. “Well, scout, go scout,” Wodyn motioned to the halfling. Belarn snuck over to the passage to the back of the house, then stepped through it. The rest heard a cackling laugh. “You are too late to stop me!” cried a voice. Belarn screamed. Wodyn charged forward, followed closely by Streith. Olgar said a brief prayer to Kraig, pulling a shield of divine faith about himself, then worked himself into a fury and followed Streith. Wodyn stood in the doorway, battling a man in peasant garb who held a nasty looking sickle in one hand and a pulsating, purple-and-blue crystal staff in the other. The man’s hair was unkempt, his eyes rolled wildly, and he cackled maniacally as he swung the sickle. Wodyn was holding his own, though he had not yet landed a telling blow. “It’s Farmer Ted!” he shouted -- the missing farmer from Aurora Falls. Nelum launched a bolt of magic that wounded the man but otherwise had little effect. Belarn was sitting in a corner, a slash wound on one arm. He was drooling, and had a vacant expression in his eyes. A Streith moved around Wodyn to attack, Belarn pushed open the back window of the small room and leapt out. The wild man slashed at Streith, who couldn’t maneuver around Wodyn’s wild swings. He took but a glancing blow, but his eyes went slack, all traces of intelligence leaving them. He continued to swing his scimitar, though, if imperfectly. Olgar also squeezed by Wodyn, and attempted to land a blow with his sword, only to have it deflected. Farmer Ted returned the blow, and while Olgar was staggered, he retained his bearings. The wild man began to cast some sort of spell, and all three fighting men took a swing at him. Wodyn’s axe connected with telling force, just as the man winked out of existence. He was gone, leaving nothing behind by whiff of ozone, and the stinking corpse of a woman in the far corner of the room. “Did we get ‘im?” Olgar asked, but Wodyn only shrugged noncommittally. The tall man went to examine the body in the corner. Streith sat down, and began to drool. Olgar joined Wodyn and Nelum at the corpse. The body was oddly misshapen. The woman’s skin was an unusual shade of pink, and there were strange puckerings around her mouth – like the nubs of small growths. Cause of death was easy to determine – her brain had been removed, violently. There were three large amethyst crystals in her robes, but nothing else. “Look familiar to anyone?” Wodyn asked. Olgar shook his head, but Nelum raised an eyebrow. “Those nubs look like the beginnings of tentacles,” the wizard said, “which is impossible. She looks like a human turning into something that exists only in faerie tales – a mind flayer.” “Another mystery, then, with where Farmer Ted disappeared to,” Wodyn said. He turned back to Streith. Yuusdrail towed Belarn in – she had found him lurking outside the back window. “What about these two?” “Looks like their intelligence has been stolen from them,” Nelum said after a few minutes examination. “That takes powerful magic, and ever more powerful magic to reverse.” “Tha’ lets me out,” Olgar replied, “the temple o’Kraig couldn’t even lift me curse. Likely there’s only one place local tha’ could do it – our friends a’ Moloch.” Wodyn turned in disgust. “You would do business with those evil priests again? Who know what price they would demand!” Nelum nodded. “A spell that would correct this would be very expensive. Do you have that kind of funds?” “Nae,” Olgar shook his head, “but we ha’ these crystals. They aren’t magic, but thy’re pretty good gemstones. Maybe they’ll take ‘em in trade. Better that, that t’ take these two droolin’ idjits with us a week’s travel t’ the next big city. Devil ye know’s better’n the devil ye don’, after all.” Lacking better options, the party took the three crystals, their idiots in tow, and headed once again to the church of Moloch. The high priest was at first suspicious, but he turned positively giddy when offered the crystals. He took Belarn and Streith inside, and returned after a bit, both of them apparently restored to normal. An hour later, the party was back in the temple of Kraig, in the high preist’s office, rendering their report. “Are ye daft, man?” the high priest shouted at Olgar. “Who knows what kind of magic ye’ gave to the church of Moloch, if he was that happy to see it!” “Well, yer worship, ye weren’t exactly too helpful, an’ though we think we solved the murders, we don’ know if’n that psycho escaped ‘r not, so we figgur’d we’d better have capable fighters on hand, instead o’ a couple o’ idjits.” The priest shook his head, disgusted, then changed the subject. “I’ve translated yer diary. It was in a dwarven dialect of Undercommon – that’s why it looked familiar. The dialect was last used by Clan Duergar.” [i]Duergar! [/i] Olgar thought. [i]As good a reason as any t’ have revenge on their stinkin’ hides. Have t’ see where this leads![/i] “What’d the diary say, yer worship?” The old preist began to read: “Weddingbirth 1st The dark times. They come. He tells me so. They are coming back. My wife and kids are growing suspicious of me. She says that something has come over me. I’m not like I used to be. She doesn’t know. I don’t remember a time before I discovered the temple. I cant tell anyone or they will come and take him from me. I cant let that happen. He would be mad. She still snoops around. Something must be done. Weddingbirth 13th I made dinner for my wife and kids tonight because he told me to. They liked it. They started throwing up my food. That was very rude. I guess the poison in the food didn’t agree with their stomachs. Oh well. Ill just let someone else clean up the mess. I have to place my family in the cemetery. I’ll blame it on a sickness going around. No one will ever know. I had to get rid of them. They knew too much. Weddingbirth 23rd I have breached the temple. The smell of decay and time that history has forgotten smells and feels wonderful against my body. I don’t know how it got to be under my house though. It’s not my job to ask questions. I found the old study to Zalli Your Op The Lid and I found the old book. More later. Weddingbirth 31st After reading the book, it all makes perfect sense. I know what I must do. I need to go off to the town of Aerolite. She can help me. The one the Master speaks of. She will have my next set of instructions.” The heroes looked at each other. It seemed that this part of the mystery had clues they had yet to solve. TO BE CONTINUED …. [/QUOTE]
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