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<blockquote data-quote="thejc" data-source="post: 5410589" data-attributes="member: 100006"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Wyrmcrest The quest for Sir Guy</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Part 1</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The next few weeks were lazy. Titus negotiated a fair sum for the enchanted armor and gemstones they found at Brightstone. August and Thorn were often sparring amongst the grounds. Their warriors respect growing for one another all the while. Titus was on and off. Some days were spent sulking and brooding away from the others. Others he was the same old fast talking good natured rogue they had come to love. Morganis travelled back and forth to check on the newly found Abbey. Utah helped Roland and explored Wyrmcrest.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">One morning as the party set about eating breakfast Ryril the eldest orphan rushed in the common room. “Riders Mr. Roland!” Roland adjusted his monocle “What standard do they bear?” he asked. “They bear tabards of the Griffon Lords” the young Ryril stated. Roland’s face scrunched up. “What could the royal honor guard want with Wyrmcrest?” The party filtered out into the courtyard. A haughty looking man set upon a charger in front of a small company with a well polished hunting rifle strapped on the back. He had his hair pulled back and a very large mustache. Roland strode to the man “May I help you good sir?” The man sneered “It is Lord. I am the Baron Garack De’Achas. The lands east of the Groff River are now mine. YOU are on my property and have half an hour to leave or you will be punished” Roland sensed the parties unease and waved them down. “My Lord you must be mistaken. This manse and its property have been in my family for generations. It has been deeded by the Sovereign Empire himself. I have a copy here and there is also one at the Royal library at </span><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Pol'cera the capitol of the Griffon Lands” The man’s pride was palpable “Well we are taking it back!” at this Utah extinguished his ginger weed cigarette and came down the steps “De’Achas you will stand down. I am Alester Royaci and I am the inheritor to the Third seat in the House of Griffons. To move your hand against me or my personal guard is an act of treason. If you leave now I may forget to mention this to my father.” The man blanched. He wasn’t the only one. Collectively the parties jaw hit the courtyard ground.</span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The man stammered and fidgeted in his seat. “Lord Royaci I apologize.” De’Achas seemed to gain confidence as time went on. The Baron moved his horse closer to Utah. “My Lord I do apologize but this is the frontier. Accidents do occur occasionally.” His sneer now sat back on its prideful throne. “I have with me men of war, ex Gold Talons to be exact” De’Achas soldiers put their hands to their weapons. Utah was a blur as he ripped De’Achas from the saddle and put the barrel of his sawed off rifle into the Barons mouth. Utah’s face full of furious anger “You dare to threaten me. You die first, get it. I don’t know what happens after that but not before I plant your teeth about a foot into the ground. I WILL let you up then you and your men WILL ride away, far away. If you do not my companions and I WILL slaughter every last one of you” Utah removed the fire arm and took a step back. The Baron a little wet in the pants could not get back on his horse fast enough. They stirred up a cloud of dust as they rode away. Half of his companions were laughing hysterically the others jaws were still on the ground. </span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Questions abounded over the next few hours and a few fights broke out when Utah was called “The Duke of Utah” and "Highness". Utah went on to explain that having grown up in the royal court he had little taste for the body politic. How he decided to not take the seat on the Griffon council. How that had estranged him from his family. How he started adventuring. Utah side stepped the rest of the inquisition by suggesting that they explore the next puzzle of Wyrmcrest. Roland agreed. All of the party was intrigued by Wyrmcrest, so they decided to help Roland with the next room. The party passed through the door of blood and smoke. The next room was set up like a tomb. A large sarcophagus lay diagonal to their right as they entered. To the north lay an empty dais. In the middle of the room stood a pedestal with a piece of parchment on it. “<em>Sir guy has lost himself, put him back together”</em> was all it read. Two doors to the west, another door just beside the dais, and a single door on the east wall. Morganis paced “Does this feel wrong to anyone” Titus looked at him “What do you mean Morg? Like we are surrounded by shadow assassins or the whole ceiling is a gelatinous cube, or Wyrmcrest is a gianourmous Mimic and Roland is its avatar sent to lure us to our doom ” The party let out a collective sigh. Roland looked up from studying the parchment. The Vatan cleric continued to pace “Are ye done halfwit. I’ve been in many a tomb. Everything’s off the sarcophagi, the sconces. It’s out of order.” Titus visibly deflated. Roland peered around the room adjusting his monocle. “Check this out” said August as he examined the Sarcophagi. He noted that the relief was missing. Roland came over. “Yes it appears that there should be a knight carved on the top. My guess is we have to go through these doors and find the missing pieces. </span></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">They tried the door to the east first. It wound down a long corridor every so often there would be a five foot recess. Ahead three skeletons stumbled out of a few of the alcoves. One held a polished shield while the other two wielded maces. That party made short work as they set about to investigate the skeletons and their alcoves a potent hum caught the ear of the party. The skulked up the corridor until it turned right. Something ahead gave off a multi colored ambient light. The hum grew louder and smell of ozone was in the air. “Well I’ll be a boil on a hag’s arse if there isn’t magic involved” Utah was dead on as they rounded the corridor bolts of arcane energy flew at the party. A lightning bolt streaked straight at Utah. His eyes flashed with his own magic as he summoned an eldritch shield. The aegis absorbed the killing portion but the lightning bolt overpowered it and took Utah off his feet.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The corridor ended in a large open room. Towards the back wall stood a suit of armor that crackled and pulsed with power, displayed on a small dais it held court over the nothing that was in the room. “Vatan have mercy.” Morganis huffed “What is that thing?” Roland answered “It’s an Arcane Sentry Harrier.” The rest of the party just stared at him, and then Titus broke in “Does it roam Wyrmcrest eating people’s souls, where does it get its power, does it have a cool sword, does it…” August smacked him on the back “Shut up you twit”. Roland smirked “To answer your questions Titus, no. It is an ancient enchantment. The elves would place these in places of strong ambient magic or nodes of power. They absorb the existing magic around them over time and channel it into battle spells, such as the lightning bolt Utah attempted to block.” August stood and readied his weapons “Morganis with me. Titus cover us”. Roland tried to pull them back. The fallen Paladin and the Cleric rushed the armor dodging fire lightning and ice all the while. Titus bow hummed but his arrows did little. “Pull back you fools!” Roland cried out. Morganis and August struck the Sentry at the same time. A charge went off that shook the room. Morganis and August were blown back against the walls. They lay there in smoking heaps. Each one groaning and cursing. Roland gasped “Thorn Titus do you think you can you pull them out of there?” The archer and the assassin both nodded. The A.S.H started to power back up. It was then as the prismatic light dimmed Roland noticed the three pictures on the walls. A monkey with a crown, a crow with a staff, and dog with a sword. Roland pointed them out to Utah as Titus and Thorn returned with their companions. Utah paced. Morganis put a spell of healing into both him and August. Roland gazed at Titus “Do you know those pictures?” Utah cocked his head but filth was not what poured out of his mouth. “Sort of. A bed time rhyme my Father used to tell me. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><span style="color: magenta">The travelers three set out one day and never came back home. Fate entwined and sang its song calling them to roam. The monkey king on lightning swings to see what makes the world turn. The wizened crow would have to know what makes our mortal hearts burn. The loyal knight would fight the fight and sit on still waters throne. The travelers three set out one day and never came back home.</span></em></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Roland was off in his own world. “Yes that’s it!” the party looked at him waiting for his deduction. He looked back at them almost burdened they had not figured it out. “Every Sentry has a deactivation code. The pictures tell us what that code is. If we use Utah’s rhyme for the key we get monkey to lightning, dog to ice, and crow to fire. And look there some arcane conduit leading down to the dais from each picture. So we must hit each image with its corresponding spell from the rhyme.” “The shield” Titus blurted before he could be silenced “I thought it just ornate at the time it was sort of fragile, but it was well polished like a mirror” Roland gave him a nod. Titus quickly returned with the mirror. “Here I found this as well” he said as he handed Roland a small vial with some unknown powder in it.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Titus walked out and waited for the A.S.H. to power up. Sure enough it did and let out a fireball. Titus rushed at it and threw the shield up. The shield shattered into tiny pieces but his reflection was true and hit the wizened crow’s icon and it powered down. The power hum lessened a bit. Titus returned “Well it worked, but it destroyed the shield.” Morganis stood and stated “I’ve got the next one.” He slammed the butt of his hammer into the ground and started to turn it counter clockwise “<em><span style="color: deepskyblue">Vatan bless me with the strength to turn my enemies might against themselves</span>.”</em> Morganis’ hammer had a visible aura that was a shade of green. He strode out and the Sentry shot out its deadly ice spell. Morganis waited. When the freezing bolt was almost to him he swung his hammer in a long horizontal arc and connected to the bolt. </span></span><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The cleric of the Hammer Lord swatted the bolt to the right hitting the dog and it to shut off its flow of energy.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">“Two down any other ideas” Roland said after the cleric was successful. Morganis was a little pale in the face when he returned “I am sorry but I cannot do that again. Not today” Utah stood and fished in his pockets. “Let me try” Roland looked concerned “Are you sure Utah? It already overwhelmed your shield. Perhaps it is beyond you.” Utah produced a long leather glove that was rune covered and put it on his left hand. “Dragon-<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> MOM. I’ll be ok” Roland backed off then asked “What is that I’ve never seen you use that?” Utah looked at him slightly annoyed. "This is a channeling glove, it helps me absorb spell energy and store it. Now leave me alone.” The spellgun walked towards the A.S.H.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">He steadied himself. The Sentry’s humming reached a crescendo as it let the lightning fly. Utah’s eyes flashed as he summoned a pale concave cradle of energy. The lighting hit it and bunched up into a ball. The power was intense. Utah struggled to change and store the magic. His eyes flashed and started to leak mystic tears. He was bleeding from his nose and ears. This blast was stretching him. With a growl he channeled the last of the blast. He wheeled his snub nosed rifle with his right hand. With a scream he let loose his lightning infused shot. There was a flash. When the light subsided Utah was on his knees laboring in his breathing. But the monkey king had a smoking hole right between his eyes. </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="thejc, post: 5410589, member: 100006"] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Wyrmcrest The quest for Sir Guy[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Part 1[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]The next few weeks were lazy. Titus negotiated a fair sum for the enchanted armor and gemstones they found at Brightstone. August and Thorn were often sparring amongst the grounds. Their warriors respect growing for one another all the while. Titus was on and off. Some days were spent sulking and brooding away from the others. Others he was the same old fast talking good natured rogue they had come to love. Morganis travelled back and forth to check on the newly found Abbey. Utah helped Roland and explored Wyrmcrest.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]One morning as the party set about eating breakfast Ryril the eldest orphan rushed in the common room. “Riders Mr. Roland!” Roland adjusted his monocle “What standard do they bear?” he asked. “They bear tabards of the Griffon Lords” the young Ryril stated. Roland’s face scrunched up. “What could the royal honor guard want with Wyrmcrest?” The party filtered out into the courtyard. A haughty looking man set upon a charger in front of a small company with a well polished hunting rifle strapped on the back. He had his hair pulled back and a very large mustache. Roland strode to the man “May I help you good sir?” The man sneered “It is Lord. I am the Baron Garack De’Achas. The lands east of the Groff River are now mine. YOU are on my property and have half an hour to leave or you will be punished” Roland sensed the parties unease and waved them down. “My Lord you must be mistaken. This manse and its property have been in my family for generations. It has been deeded by the Sovereign Empire himself. I have a copy here and there is also one at the Royal library at [/COLOR][COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Pol'cera the capitol of the Griffon Lands” The man’s pride was palpable “Well we are taking it back!” at this Utah extinguished his ginger weed cigarette and came down the steps “De’Achas you will stand down. I am Alester Royaci and I am the inheritor to the Third seat in the House of Griffons. To move your hand against me or my personal guard is an act of treason. If you leave now I may forget to mention this to my father.” The man blanched. He wasn’t the only one. Collectively the parties jaw hit the courtyard ground.[/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT] [COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]The man stammered and fidgeted in his seat. “Lord Royaci I apologize.” De’Achas seemed to gain confidence as time went on. The Baron moved his horse closer to Utah. “My Lord I do apologize but this is the frontier. Accidents do occur occasionally.” His sneer now sat back on its prideful throne. “I have with me men of war, ex Gold Talons to be exact” De’Achas soldiers put their hands to their weapons. Utah was a blur as he ripped De’Achas from the saddle and put the barrel of his sawed off rifle into the Barons mouth. Utah’s face full of furious anger “You dare to threaten me. You die first, get it. I don’t know what happens after that but not before I plant your teeth about a foot into the ground. I WILL let you up then you and your men WILL ride away, far away. If you do not my companions and I WILL slaughter every last one of you” Utah removed the fire arm and took a step back. The Baron a little wet in the pants could not get back on his horse fast enough. They stirred up a cloud of dust as they rode away. Half of his companions were laughing hysterically the others jaws were still on the ground. [/COLOR][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Questions abounded over the next few hours and a few fights broke out when Utah was called “The Duke of Utah” and "Highness". Utah went on to explain that having grown up in the royal court he had little taste for the body politic. How he decided to not take the seat on the Griffon council. How that had estranged him from his family. How he started adventuring. Utah side stepped the rest of the inquisition by suggesting that they explore the next puzzle of Wyrmcrest. Roland agreed. All of the party was intrigued by Wyrmcrest, so they decided to help Roland with the next room. The party passed through the door of blood and smoke. The next room was set up like a tomb. A large sarcophagus lay diagonal to their right as they entered. To the north lay an empty dais. In the middle of the room stood a pedestal with a piece of parchment on it. “[I]Sir guy has lost himself, put him back together”[/I] was all it read. Two doors to the west, another door just beside the dais, and a single door on the east wall. Morganis paced “Does this feel wrong to anyone” Titus looked at him “What do you mean Morg? Like we are surrounded by shadow assassins or the whole ceiling is a gelatinous cube, or Wyrmcrest is a gianourmous Mimic and Roland is its avatar sent to lure us to our doom ” The party let out a collective sigh. Roland looked up from studying the parchment. The Vatan cleric continued to pace “Are ye done halfwit. I’ve been in many a tomb. Everything’s off the sarcophagi, the sconces. It’s out of order.” Titus visibly deflated. Roland peered around the room adjusting his monocle. “Check this out” said August as he examined the Sarcophagi. He noted that the relief was missing. Roland came over. “Yes it appears that there should be a knight carved on the top. My guess is we have to go through these doors and find the missing pieces. [/COLOR][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]They tried the door to the east first. It wound down a long corridor every so often there would be a five foot recess. Ahead three skeletons stumbled out of a few of the alcoves. One held a polished shield while the other two wielded maces. That party made short work as they set about to investigate the skeletons and their alcoves a potent hum caught the ear of the party. The skulked up the corridor until it turned right. Something ahead gave off a multi colored ambient light. The hum grew louder and smell of ozone was in the air. “Well I’ll be a boil on a hag’s arse if there isn’t magic involved” Utah was dead on as they rounded the corridor bolts of arcane energy flew at the party. A lightning bolt streaked straight at Utah. His eyes flashed with his own magic as he summoned an eldritch shield. The aegis absorbed the killing portion but the lightning bolt overpowered it and took Utah off his feet.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]The corridor ended in a large open room. Towards the back wall stood a suit of armor that crackled and pulsed with power, displayed on a small dais it held court over the nothing that was in the room. “Vatan have mercy.” Morganis huffed “What is that thing?” Roland answered “It’s an Arcane Sentry Harrier.” The rest of the party just stared at him, and then Titus broke in “Does it roam Wyrmcrest eating people’s souls, where does it get its power, does it have a cool sword, does it…” August smacked him on the back “Shut up you twit”. Roland smirked “To answer your questions Titus, no. It is an ancient enchantment. The elves would place these in places of strong ambient magic or nodes of power. They absorb the existing magic around them over time and channel it into battle spells, such as the lightning bolt Utah attempted to block.” August stood and readied his weapons “Morganis with me. Titus cover us”. Roland tried to pull them back. The fallen Paladin and the Cleric rushed the armor dodging fire lightning and ice all the while. Titus bow hummed but his arrows did little. “Pull back you fools!” Roland cried out. Morganis and August struck the Sentry at the same time. A charge went off that shook the room. Morganis and August were blown back against the walls. They lay there in smoking heaps. Each one groaning and cursing. Roland gasped “Thorn Titus do you think you can you pull them out of there?” The archer and the assassin both nodded. The A.S.H started to power back up. It was then as the prismatic light dimmed Roland noticed the three pictures on the walls. A monkey with a crown, a crow with a staff, and dog with a sword. Roland pointed them out to Utah as Titus and Thorn returned with their companions. Utah paced. Morganis put a spell of healing into both him and August. Roland gazed at Titus “Do you know those pictures?” Utah cocked his head but filth was not what poured out of his mouth. “Sort of. A bed time rhyme my Father used to tell me. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][I][COLOR=magenta]The travelers three set out one day and never came back home. Fate entwined and sang its song calling them to roam. The monkey king on lightning swings to see what makes the world turn. The wizened crow would have to know what makes our mortal hearts burn. The loyal knight would fight the fight and sit on still waters throne. The travelers three set out one day and never came back home.[/COLOR][/I][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Roland was off in his own world. “Yes that’s it!” the party looked at him waiting for his deduction. He looked back at them almost burdened they had not figured it out. “Every Sentry has a deactivation code. The pictures tell us what that code is. If we use Utah’s rhyme for the key we get monkey to lightning, dog to ice, and crow to fire. And look there some arcane conduit leading down to the dais from each picture. So we must hit each image with its corresponding spell from the rhyme.” “The shield” Titus blurted before he could be silenced “I thought it just ornate at the time it was sort of fragile, but it was well polished like a mirror” Roland gave him a nod. Titus quickly returned with the mirror. “Here I found this as well” he said as he handed Roland a small vial with some unknown powder in it.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Titus walked out and waited for the A.S.H. to power up. Sure enough it did and let out a fireball. Titus rushed at it and threw the shield up. The shield shattered into tiny pieces but his reflection was true and hit the wizened crow’s icon and it powered down. The power hum lessened a bit. Titus returned “Well it worked, but it destroyed the shield.” Morganis stood and stated “I’ve got the next one.” He slammed the butt of his hammer into the ground and started to turn it counter clockwise “[I][COLOR=deepskyblue]Vatan bless me with the strength to turn my enemies might against themselves[/COLOR].”[/I] Morganis’ hammer had a visible aura that was a shade of green. He strode out and the Sentry shot out its deadly ice spell. Morganis waited. When the freezing bolt was almost to him he swung his hammer in a long horizontal arc and connected to the bolt. [/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=white] [FONT=Times New Roman]The cleric of the Hammer Lord swatted the bolt to the right hitting the dog and it to shut off its flow of energy.[/FONT][/COLOR] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]“Two down any other ideas” Roland said after the cleric was successful. Morganis was a little pale in the face when he returned “I am sorry but I cannot do that again. Not today” Utah stood and fished in his pockets. “Let me try” Roland looked concerned “Are you sure Utah? It already overwhelmed your shield. Perhaps it is beyond you.” Utah produced a long leather glove that was rune covered and put it on his left hand. “Dragon-:):):):):) MOM. I’ll be ok” Roland backed off then asked “What is that I’ve never seen you use that?” Utah looked at him slightly annoyed. "This is a channeling glove, it helps me absorb spell energy and store it. Now leave me alone.” The spellgun walked towards the A.S.H.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]He steadied himself. The Sentry’s humming reached a crescendo as it let the lightning fly. Utah’s eyes flashed as he summoned a pale concave cradle of energy. The lighting hit it and bunched up into a ball. The power was intense. Utah struggled to change and store the magic. His eyes flashed and started to leak mystic tears. He was bleeding from his nose and ears. This blast was stretching him. With a growl he channeled the last of the blast. He wheeled his snub nosed rifle with his right hand. With a scream he let loose his lightning infused shot. There was a flash. When the light subsided Utah was on his knees laboring in his breathing. But the monkey king had a smoking hole right between his eyes. [/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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