CrusadeDave said:
Okay it's been 50 installments, time to update the Rogue's Gallery. I'm still trying to remember what Healers get at higher levels. Isn't there a 1/day Resurection ability eventually?
I don't think they get the free life ability until very high level (I want to say 20th? I don't have the book in front of me).
I'll update the Rogues' Gallery today, and include Mehlaraine and Selanthas.
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Chapter 242
RETURN TO THE THIRD TEMPLE
None of them could even see the keyhole, but Nelan, guided by the magic of his spell, slid the slender bronze key into a seemingly solid section of the stone wall. The head of the key vanished into the stone, and a soft click followed. The cleric’s companions watched warily as a crack appeared in the wall below the keyhole, and a solid panel of thick stone slid down into the floor.
The darkness beyond the door was almost tangible, and it seemed to retreat only reluctantly from the light of their torches. There was a faint odor of rot that rose up from below, sending chills running up and down the lengths of their spines.
“All right, let’s get moving,” Talen said. He nodded to Shay, who carefully moved forward. She carried her new flaming sword in lieu of a brand. The flames flared brightly around the sigil of the burning torch that was etched into the steel; like
Beatus Incendia, the weapon was infused with the holy power of the Shining Father. How it had journeyed here, long forgotten in a crypt deep within Rappan Athuk, none of them could surmise.
The tunnel beyond the secret door was short and ended in a black shaft that descended straight down into darkness. A ladder of ancient bronze rungs offered a tenuous route of descent.
“You will forgive me, I hope, if I rely upon an alternative means for descent,” Honoratius said.
The archmage had rejoined them shortly after their departure from the first temple of Orcus. The aged wizard had reported, after he’d settled back into Letellia’s body, that the actual precincts of the shrine were opaque to him; he’d actually attempted to return sooner, during the long hours of Nelan’s
hallowing of the place, but he explained that while he could sense the presence of his niece through the link forged by the
Web of Transposition, his attempts to scry her location had resulted only in viewings of a pale, misty globe of neutral gray.
“That could be a problem,” Talen had said, once they’d digested the news. There were still two more temples left ahead, and they expected fiercer resistance as they got closer to their goal. But there was nothing to be done for it; they had no choice but to press on.
Shay rigged up a safety line, hammering one of her spikes into a crack in the wall before playing out a length of the rope down the shaft. But she did not immediately descend; they’d already agreed that Selanthas would scout out the descent first in this situation. Empowered with
darkvision and
overland flight spells by Alderis, and a blessing from Nelan, the elven archer slipped silently down the shaft, vanishing from their view within seconds.
The sum time that he was gone was barely longer than a minute, although it seemed interminable to those gathered around the top of the shaft. When he finally returned, the elf looked pale.
“It is clear all of the way to a small landing at the bottom,” Selanthas explained. “There is another secret door there, and a staircase descending yet further.”
“The secret door leads to another smaller side-temple, and the slave pits,” Talen explained. “But our destination lies down the stairs.”
“You look like you’ve seen a shade,” Dar said to Selanthas. The elf shook his head.
“Nothing... but there’s a dark feeling there. It suffuses the walls, the very air.”
“Yeah, wait until you get to the temple,” Dar said. “It makes the first seem like a sunny freaking meadow.”
“I’ll go down first,” Shay said, giving the rope a quick test before starting down on the ladder. Selanthas drifted back down, covering her descent, and after a few seconds the others started down after her. Talen had them stagger their descent, to avoid putting too much weight on the rope if the ladder gave way. The wizards could get them all down quickly with a
feather fall if it came to that, but the knight commander wished to conserve their magical resources whenever possible.
Ultimately, Honoratius used the spell anyway, drifting slowly down the shaft to join them at the bottom. Nothing emerged to threaten them, but they were still wary as they started down the staircase.
The gloom deepened around them like a cloying mist, and the shadows around them seemed to shift and dance at the corners of their vision. When one turned, and focused a light on the darkened corners, only plain, ancient stone was revealed, but the mocking hints of movement returned as soon as the eye began to turn away.
Finally, Nelan grew impatient and summoned a
daylight spell, but even that wholesome radiance only managed to create the impression that they were in a bubble, surrounded on all sides by a lurking darkness that pressed in at the very edges of the light.
“This place is... foul,” Mehlaraine said, her soft boots squishing slightly on the dank stairs.
“Yeah, welcome to the freaking pit,” Dar said. “At least we killed the bastards that were down here last time.”
“But who knows what they have waiting for us here now,” Allera returned. The healer’s comment sobered them, and they continued on in silence. The stairs finally ended in a familiar chamber, with a single door for egress. On their last visit, Shay had been ambushed by wraiths upon touching the portal, and they approached warily, alert for another ambush. But nothing greeted them either at the door or in the corridor beyond, and they continued forward, retracing their steps to the temple of Orcus.
“Where do those other passages lead?” Nelan asked at one branch in the tunnel.
“Evil,” Dar said.
“We go in, we hit the temple, and we get out,” Talen said. “No distractions.”
Nelan nodded softly to himself, but his gaze lingered on the other tunnel branch as they continued onward.
The passage broaded into a broad hall, lined with faint but still unsettling carvings etched into the stone. The huge black doors at the end were likewise familiar to them, but this time they stood open, frozen. Shay approached warily, probing the chamber beyond with the light of her sword. But nothing stirred in the darkness, which retreated before the power of Nelan’s summoned light.
“This is far too quiet,” Selanthas said. He held an arrow against his bowstring, slightly drawn; flickers of electrical energy periodically pulsed around the steel head.
“I would image that whatever foe lies in wait for us has situated at the temple,” Honoratius said. “No doubt the fell auras of those sites bolster adherents of evil, at our expense.”
“It is very close,” Talen said quietly. Shay had already moved to the wall to their right, where the secret door to the temple was hidden. It took her only a few moments to relocate the portal, and with Mehlaraine’s help she was able to pull it open. As the invisible aura of the temple washed over them, they all shuddered, but Honoratius drew back, nearly stumbling.
“It is interfering with your spell?” Allera asked.
The archmage rubbed his head with his slender, borrowed hands. “I can feel the aura even out here. If you intend to proceed, I am afraid that I must accelerate my departure.”
Talen turned to her. “All right. We’ll be out as soon as Nelan can
hallow this temple, and you can rejoin us then.”
Honoratius nodded, and closed her eyes; after a few long moments Letellia’s shoulders slumped and she blinked. After spending time with the sorceress and her uncanny guest, they were able to recognize the subtle shift when the woman’s own personality returned, and the archmage disappeared for another day.
She looked around, getting her bearings. “We’re about to enter the third temple,” Allera said, placing her hand on the sorceress’s arm in a gesture of support.
Letellia nodded. “I am ready.” She checked to verify that her magical wands and other magical components were close at hand, and then moved forward to take her place in the order.
Once she saw that everyone was ready, Shay led them through the secret door into the temple. The illusory wall that had separated the small foyer from the cavernous chamber was gone now, its power source disrupted or depleted by the destruction of the
Sphere of Souls on their last visit. But Nelan’s
daylight revealed a bare fraction of the massive chamber. The companions knew that the back wall of the temple was nearly two hundred feet from where they stood, and that four massive pillars of bronze supported a domed ceiling that rose high above the dark dais where the image of Orcus stood carved in black stone.
The anteroom gave onto a long, broad hall, flanked by more modest pillars of bronze that formed an aisle down the center of the temple. Those pillars had once held graven depictions of unholy scenes in faded relief, but now they were distorted, the surface of the pillars slightly melted like a candle left too close to the hearth. There were no other signs of a fire, or any other apparent cause for the damage.
Nelan paused to invoke a
magic circle against evil, but the spell seemed to do little to drive back the clinging malevolence that seeped through the very fabric of this place.
Slowly, Shay led them deeper into the temple. The ancient tiles beneath their feet were faded and cracked, and occasionally one would crunch loudly beneath their feet, the sound echoing eerily through the place.
“Hold,” Talen said, as they approached the great pillars. Each almost a full ten feet in thickness, these too showed the damage they had seen on the smaller ones earlier. They could see the huge statue of Orcus now, a vague shape against the far wall, an imposing shadow at the edge of their light. A great basin of hollowed stone lay before the statue, filled to the brim with blood kept perpetually hot through some unknown magic.
At Talen’s command, they stopped, staring around them into the darkness.
“We are not alone,” Alderis said.
Then the
daylight went out.
The darkness descended upon them like a charging army, even as the companions thrust forward their magical brands against its press. Talen thrust
Beatus Incendia into the air, invoking its power as a bright surge of white flames—underlaid with a soft glow of blue—rushed up the length of the steel.
The light cast by the sword revealed the truth of the elf arcanist’s statement, for the darkness around them was now alive with movement. Or rather, not
alive, for the dark forms that filled the air under the dome, and which billowed out from the walls, were undead, shadows and wraiths and spectres, along with an entity or two yet more sinister.
There were hundreds of them.
A terrible shriek rent the interior of the temple, as the incorporeal legion descended upon the companions.