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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 275533" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 3, finis.</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Kraig!</em> Olgar thought,<em> now this’ll be a fight!</em></p><p></p><p>The black creature’s wings began to flap, and it lifted off the altar and began to fly toward the center of the room, gaining height with each motion of its small but obviously powerful wings. Hovering in the center of the room, it spat a glob of spittle toward the doorway.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn dodged aside, catching only a little of the acidic spittle on the outer portions of his armor. Nelum was caught completely by surprise, and the acidic substance splashed across his chest. He staggered, obviously hurt, but regained his composure and began to chant an incantation, spreading his hands in front of him.</p><p></p><p>The tall young man by the altar and the young lady behind him both began to intone their own incantations, making arcane gestures with their hands.</p><p></p><p>Nelum completed his spell first. A stream of liquid energy, shifting in color through all the rainbow hues, spouted forth from his hands and splashed the length of the chamber. The young man continued his spell, but the woman was stunned by the impact of the energy, and did not finish her spell.</p><p></p><p>Belarn darted behind Nelum, firing an arrow from his bow at the tiny dragon. He hit, scratching it, and succeeding in enraging it even more.</p><p></p><p>Olgar dived past Nelum, dodging through the doorway and rolling into one corner of the room. There he cast a spell of his own. Calling on the divine might of Kraig, he caused an image of Kraig’s Blessing, the great flaming sword of the god, to materialize in front of the dragon. The sword attacked with a fury.</p><p></p><p><em>Outta keep th’ little bugger busy!</em> Olgar thought.</p><p></p><p>Recovering from his dodge of the dragon’s spit, Wodyn charged forward, breaking his axe down into his two component pieces as his did so. His target was the you man, who had just completed his own incantation. Black shards of arcane armor sprang into being about the young man. Wodyn just roared and slashed at his with a hand axe, causing blood to go spurting across the altar. A gaping slash wound ran down one of the man’s arms, but the man did not appear to weaken.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, the entire room went black, as if all of the torches were instantly extinguished and night had suddenly fallen. Even Olgar’s dwarf sight failed him. He was virtually blind. He could hear Belarn’s bow thrum as the halfling launched another arrow, and heard the arrow skip off the stone walls. Nelum mumbled incantations behind him, sending a bright bolt of energy up into the room to collide with an unseen form.</p><p></p><p><em>At least I ain’ blinded,</em> Olgar thought. <em> Tha’s magical darkness.</em></p><p></p><p>In front of him, a small light appeared at floor level, just enough to illuminate the young man, the altar, and Wodyn, who was retrieving one of his hand axes. Wodyn had apparently managed to fish one of the magical lights they had taken from the ancient temple out of his pouch. The magical flame did not banish all of the darkness, but it was enough to give Olgar a target. He chanted another incantation, and pointed his fist at the man in front of the altar, who was casting another spell. The man went suddenly rigid, his incantation ceasing.</p><p></p><p><em>Gotcha!</em> Olgar thought, a feral grin coming to his lips. He drew Stonecleaver from the sheath at his back, and began to move up behind Wodyn, feeling his way in the dark.</p><p></p><p>Olgar heard the beating of wings as something flew by him, then heard the screech of the dragon as Wodyn cried out in pain. At the rear of the room, Nelum whispered another incantation, which ended in a brief flicker of light that was suddenly extinguished. The next sound was that of the door slamming.</p><p></p><p><em>Not lookin’ good fer us!</em> Olgar thought. Then Wodyn stepped back into the small circle of light, bringing both his axes down on the frozen man. The man collapsed the the floor, his lifeblood draining from two enormous rents in his body. <em> One down, two t’ go!</em></p><p></p><p>Suddenly, claws raked over Olgar’s back. They didn’t penetrate his mail, but clearly the dragon wyrmling had managed to locate him somehow in the darkness. <em>Time t’ do summat about that! </em>Olgar thought. He cleared his mind, and focused his thoughts on Kraig’s temple. A soft red glow enveloped him, and he knew that he was safe in Kraig’s blessing, unless their opponents should break through his divine protection. He began casting another spell, one that would increase his strength so that he could rain down crushing blows upon his opponents.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn, meanwhile, was laying about in the dark with his axes, attempting to find the dragon. Every now and again a claw would lash out from the darkness and strike the man, then be gone before Wodyn could react. The barbarian was already bleeding from a number of small wounds.</p><p></p><p>His spells complete, Olgar lashed out at where the creature should be after he saw its shadow against the one small light in the darkness. He landed a light blow, not enough to wound, but enough that he knew where the beast was. He was rewarded by a splash of acid that burned down into his armor. He would have cried out in pain, but his rage was building, and he was solely focused on bringing down that reptilian creature of darkness. He barely noticed as the young woman pushed passed him, opening the door behind him. The door’s opening was immediately followed by the “thwack” of a crossbow firing.</p><p></p><p>Olgar drew another bead on where he though the dragon was, and lashed out at it. His blow didn’t connect, but it forced the creature back into Wodyn, who was able to wound it with his axe. The wyrmling screamed again, and attempted to flee, but as it tried to fly past Wodyn, he swung again with his axe, crashing the blade into the back of the creature’s neck. The darkness vanished, and the dragon fell dead to the temple floor.</p><p></p><p>With man and dragon both dead or dying, Wodyn and Olgar rushed back toward the entrance to the room, where the young woman stood in a stand off with Nelum – she with her quarterstaff, the mage with a crossbow. Yuusdrail wailed in sorrow behind them, throwing herself onto the corpse of the dragon.</p><p></p><p>“Stop,” the woman demanded, “or I’ll kill him!” She thumped the mage with her staff for good measure.</p><p></p><p>“Doubt it!” Olgar growled, and swung his sword, which glanced off of some invisible shield that she had erected around her.</p><p></p><p>“Wait!” Wodyn said. “We will take your surrender!”</p><p></p><p>The woman turned to Wodyn and spoke in a language Olgar did not understand. Wodyn responded in kind. The woman lowered her weapon, and continued to converse with Wodyn, who had likewise lowered his weapon.</p><p></p><p>“Wha’s she sayin?” Olgar growled, his sword still at the ready, rage burning inside him. He longer to reach out and destroy this final enemy, but loyalty to Wodyn held him in check.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn’s conversation continued for a moment longer, and then he spoke to Olgar and the others. “This is Sarah. I’ve given her safe passage. She was held against her will by the others here.”</p><p></p><p>”Wha’?” Olgar asked incredulously, “Yer just gonna let ‘er go? Wha’ about th’ spells she was castin’?”</p><p></p><p>“Spells of protection,” the girl replied, “I foresaw your coming. I have a talent for that. That’s why Zachariah wanted me, so I could assist him in bringing about his prophecy.”</p><p></p><p>“Wha’ prophecy, wha’ are you talkin’ about?” Olgar demanded.</p><p></p><p>“The end of the world; the remaking of the world,” the girl explained. “Zachariah’s ancestor had one of the seven stones that would bring about the end of the world. There is an active gate to the Abyss in the crypt in the cemetery. Zachariah was bringing through demonic allies, like this demon wrymling, to help him find the other stones. Those, plus the death of his brother, would seal open the gate and bring about the end of the world, and bring back the Old Gods, the ones represented in this temple.”</p><p></p><p>“The mind flayers,” Nelum said, and the girl nodded.</p><p></p><p>“I must go now,” she continued, “to find Noir, and make sure he is safe. His death starts the prophecy.”</p><p></p><p>“Er …” Olgar began, then thought better of it. <em>Guess we need’nt share tha’ little detail.</em></p><p></p><p>“Go,” Wodyn said. “We will see to the gate.” The girl departed. Belarn was already searching the temple, and Nelum pulled a dagger and a bag of coin from the body of the Zachariah.</p><p></p><p>“Check these for magic?” Nelum asked Olgar, and Olgar muttered a brief prayer. There was a hint of necromancy about the dagger, and he detected another aura about the altar, which Belarn was examining closely.</p><p></p><p>“Aha!” Belarn exclaimed. There was a ‘click’, and the halfling dove into a small recess that opened in the altar. A few moments later he emerged with a bag of coin, a gem studded necklace, and a scroll case. Both the necklace and the scroll gave auras of magic.</p><p></p><p>“We’d best get to the crypt,” Wodyn said.</p><p></p><p>“Nae, we’d best see t’ healin’ up, getting’ rest, an’ recovering some spells,” Olgar disagreed. He, Wodyn, and Nelum were all cut, bruised, or suffering from the effects of the dragon’s acid breath. Wodyn was starting to show the effects of shock. Olgar took out his curing wand, and gave each of the three a brief treatment.</p><p></p><p><em>Kraig fergive me fer actin’ th’ healer,</em> he thought, <em>but ‘twas a good fight. An’ tis glorious defatin’ a dragon, even one ‘tis only a wyrmling.</em></p><p></p><p>Wodyn reluctantly agreed, and after a brief search of the rest of the house, where they found nothing of note, the party went out into the woods to camp and prepare for the next day’s assault. In the morning they would enter the Gentry’s family crypt.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 275533, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 3, finis.[/b] [i]Kraig![/i] Olgar thought,[i] now this’ll be a fight![/i] The black creature’s wings began to flap, and it lifted off the altar and began to fly toward the center of the room, gaining height with each motion of its small but obviously powerful wings. Hovering in the center of the room, it spat a glob of spittle toward the doorway. Wodyn dodged aside, catching only a little of the acidic spittle on the outer portions of his armor. Nelum was caught completely by surprise, and the acidic substance splashed across his chest. He staggered, obviously hurt, but regained his composure and began to chant an incantation, spreading his hands in front of him. The tall young man by the altar and the young lady behind him both began to intone their own incantations, making arcane gestures with their hands. Nelum completed his spell first. A stream of liquid energy, shifting in color through all the rainbow hues, spouted forth from his hands and splashed the length of the chamber. The young man continued his spell, but the woman was stunned by the impact of the energy, and did not finish her spell. Belarn darted behind Nelum, firing an arrow from his bow at the tiny dragon. He hit, scratching it, and succeeding in enraging it even more. Olgar dived past Nelum, dodging through the doorway and rolling into one corner of the room. There he cast a spell of his own. Calling on the divine might of Kraig, he caused an image of Kraig’s Blessing, the great flaming sword of the god, to materialize in front of the dragon. The sword attacked with a fury. [i]Outta keep th’ little bugger busy![/i] Olgar thought. Recovering from his dodge of the dragon’s spit, Wodyn charged forward, breaking his axe down into his two component pieces as his did so. His target was the you man, who had just completed his own incantation. Black shards of arcane armor sprang into being about the young man. Wodyn just roared and slashed at his with a hand axe, causing blood to go spurting across the altar. A gaping slash wound ran down one of the man’s arms, but the man did not appear to weaken. Suddenly, the entire room went black, as if all of the torches were instantly extinguished and night had suddenly fallen. Even Olgar’s dwarf sight failed him. He was virtually blind. He could hear Belarn’s bow thrum as the halfling launched another arrow, and heard the arrow skip off the stone walls. Nelum mumbled incantations behind him, sending a bright bolt of energy up into the room to collide with an unseen form. [i]At least I ain’ blinded,[/i] Olgar thought. [i] Tha’s magical darkness.[/i] In front of him, a small light appeared at floor level, just enough to illuminate the young man, the altar, and Wodyn, who was retrieving one of his hand axes. Wodyn had apparently managed to fish one of the magical lights they had taken from the ancient temple out of his pouch. The magical flame did not banish all of the darkness, but it was enough to give Olgar a target. He chanted another incantation, and pointed his fist at the man in front of the altar, who was casting another spell. The man went suddenly rigid, his incantation ceasing. [i]Gotcha![/i] Olgar thought, a feral grin coming to his lips. He drew Stonecleaver from the sheath at his back, and began to move up behind Wodyn, feeling his way in the dark. Olgar heard the beating of wings as something flew by him, then heard the screech of the dragon as Wodyn cried out in pain. At the rear of the room, Nelum whispered another incantation, which ended in a brief flicker of light that was suddenly extinguished. The next sound was that of the door slamming. [i]Not lookin’ good fer us![/i] Olgar thought. Then Wodyn stepped back into the small circle of light, bringing both his axes down on the frozen man. The man collapsed the the floor, his lifeblood draining from two enormous rents in his body. [i] One down, two t’ go![/i] Suddenly, claws raked over Olgar’s back. They didn’t penetrate his mail, but clearly the dragon wyrmling had managed to locate him somehow in the darkness. [i]Time t’ do summat about that! [/i]Olgar thought. He cleared his mind, and focused his thoughts on Kraig’s temple. A soft red glow enveloped him, and he knew that he was safe in Kraig’s blessing, unless their opponents should break through his divine protection. He began casting another spell, one that would increase his strength so that he could rain down crushing blows upon his opponents. Wodyn, meanwhile, was laying about in the dark with his axes, attempting to find the dragon. Every now and again a claw would lash out from the darkness and strike the man, then be gone before Wodyn could react. The barbarian was already bleeding from a number of small wounds. His spells complete, Olgar lashed out at where the creature should be after he saw its shadow against the one small light in the darkness. He landed a light blow, not enough to wound, but enough that he knew where the beast was. He was rewarded by a splash of acid that burned down into his armor. He would have cried out in pain, but his rage was building, and he was solely focused on bringing down that reptilian creature of darkness. He barely noticed as the young woman pushed passed him, opening the door behind him. The door’s opening was immediately followed by the “thwack” of a crossbow firing. Olgar drew another bead on where he though the dragon was, and lashed out at it. His blow didn’t connect, but it forced the creature back into Wodyn, who was able to wound it with his axe. The wyrmling screamed again, and attempted to flee, but as it tried to fly past Wodyn, he swung again with his axe, crashing the blade into the back of the creature’s neck. The darkness vanished, and the dragon fell dead to the temple floor. With man and dragon both dead or dying, Wodyn and Olgar rushed back toward the entrance to the room, where the young woman stood in a stand off with Nelum – she with her quarterstaff, the mage with a crossbow. Yuusdrail wailed in sorrow behind them, throwing herself onto the corpse of the dragon. “Stop,” the woman demanded, “or I’ll kill him!” She thumped the mage with her staff for good measure. “Doubt it!” Olgar growled, and swung his sword, which glanced off of some invisible shield that she had erected around her. “Wait!” Wodyn said. “We will take your surrender!” The woman turned to Wodyn and spoke in a language Olgar did not understand. Wodyn responded in kind. The woman lowered her weapon, and continued to converse with Wodyn, who had likewise lowered his weapon. “Wha’s she sayin?” Olgar growled, his sword still at the ready, rage burning inside him. He longer to reach out and destroy this final enemy, but loyalty to Wodyn held him in check. Wodyn’s conversation continued for a moment longer, and then he spoke to Olgar and the others. “This is Sarah. I’ve given her safe passage. She was held against her will by the others here.” ”Wha’?” Olgar asked incredulously, “Yer just gonna let ‘er go? Wha’ about th’ spells she was castin’?” “Spells of protection,” the girl replied, “I foresaw your coming. I have a talent for that. That’s why Zachariah wanted me, so I could assist him in bringing about his prophecy.” “Wha’ prophecy, wha’ are you talkin’ about?” Olgar demanded. “The end of the world; the remaking of the world,” the girl explained. “Zachariah’s ancestor had one of the seven stones that would bring about the end of the world. There is an active gate to the Abyss in the crypt in the cemetery. Zachariah was bringing through demonic allies, like this demon wrymling, to help him find the other stones. Those, plus the death of his brother, would seal open the gate and bring about the end of the world, and bring back the Old Gods, the ones represented in this temple.” “The mind flayers,” Nelum said, and the girl nodded. “I must go now,” she continued, “to find Noir, and make sure he is safe. His death starts the prophecy.” “Er …” Olgar began, then thought better of it. [i]Guess we need’nt share tha’ little detail.[/i] “Go,” Wodyn said. “We will see to the gate.” The girl departed. Belarn was already searching the temple, and Nelum pulled a dagger and a bag of coin from the body of the Zachariah. “Check these for magic?” Nelum asked Olgar, and Olgar muttered a brief prayer. There was a hint of necromancy about the dagger, and he detected another aura about the altar, which Belarn was examining closely. “Aha!” Belarn exclaimed. There was a ‘click’, and the halfling dove into a small recess that opened in the altar. A few moments later he emerged with a bag of coin, a gem studded necklace, and a scroll case. Both the necklace and the scroll gave auras of magic. “We’d best get to the crypt,” Wodyn said. “Nae, we’d best see t’ healin’ up, getting’ rest, an’ recovering some spells,” Olgar disagreed. He, Wodyn, and Nelum were all cut, bruised, or suffering from the effects of the dragon’s acid breath. Wodyn was starting to show the effects of shock. Olgar took out his curing wand, and gave each of the three a brief treatment. [i]Kraig fergive me fer actin’ th’ healer,[/i] he thought, [i]but ‘twas a good fight. An’ tis glorious defatin’ a dragon, even one ‘tis only a wyrmling.[/i] Wodyn reluctantly agreed, and after a brief search of the rest of the house, where they found nothing of note, the party went out into the woods to camp and prepare for the next day’s assault. In the morning they would enter the Gentry’s family crypt. [/QUOTE]
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