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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6052080" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>It certainly didn’t waste any time, whatever it was. Stepping forward, it lunged at John, its tongue lashed out and suddenly the rogue stopped moving, paralysed. Then it moved again, this time stepping next to me. The tongue lashed out again, the claw bit me and I felt a freezing sensation, a coldness which I managed to shake off. It hissed in frustration as the rest of the group erupted into movement. Longhelim stepped into its path, with sword drawn and a grimace of distaste on his face. Victor, limping as fast as he could, was also moving around to confront it; I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and got out of the way; my place was immediately taken by the warrior, who promptly slashed at the corpse or whatever it was. </p><p></p><p>Felix moved up to Longhelim and touched him, doing something which I didn’t catch but which made the paladin grin. I cast a spell at the thing and a set of force missiles hit it in the chest; it hissed again and lunged in my direction, only to be stopped and driven back by Victor’s falchion; frustrated, it twisted and its tongue lashed out at the warrior instead; Victor didn’t even slow down as I could see him limbering up for the next blow. Longhelim then hit it again a couple of times and for the first time, it seemed to hesitate, as if sensing that it had potentially picked a fight which was beyond it. </p><p></p><p>As it began to retreat slowly, Victor slashed it again and then Longhelim drew a deep breath, concentrated and then seemed to whisper something, maybe a prayer or an imprecation; his weapon seemed to gleam and suddenly, he thrust forward and his long sword erupted from the back of the creature; disgustingly, the viscera writhed frantically around the blade and letting out a shriek, one last lunge of the purple tongue bit Victor who stopped moving. This happened just as an arrow thudded into its chest, finally felling it. </p><p></p><p>The group recovered quickly. Felix checked both John and Victor, shaking his head: </p><p></p><p>“They are both just paralysed, thank Farlanghn but who knows for how long? It could be days; I hope not otherwise our escape just became even more complicated.”</p><p></p><p>As the others looked after the paralysed victims, this delay allowed me to investigate something that had been bothering me. I took the ring of keys from John, the one that had belonged to the dwarven priestess and went to the initial guardroom; there I checked and found that none of the keys fitted the main door exiting this room. Yet, that door was locked. Who locked a jailer in their own jail? It left me scratching my head. It also explained as to why she was unable to escape. </p><p></p><p>Next I went to the priestess and confirmed that she was indeed dead as opposed to just unconscious. Puzzled, I returned to the torture chamber. John had just become mobile so thankfully, the paralysis did not last for days as we had feared. As we waited for Victor to recover I said:</p><p></p><p>“I don’t understand; the door into the guardroom was locked. Why would anyone lock that door? The priestess was not able to escape and raise the alarm purely for that reason.”</p><p></p><p>John looked thoughtful: “When I chased her down, I saw her pull the handle and she looked stunned when she couldn’t open it. I don’t understand it either Faden; is someone in this benighted place actually helping us?”</p><p></p><p>I shrugged: “Maybe; I don’t know but frankly, I am not sure what we can do about it. Let’s just assume he or she are friendly and take this gift. If the priestess had raised the alarm, we would be back in the cells; or at least some of us would be. I suspect others would no longer be with us. We need to remember this though; in case all is not as it seems; just for a change.”</p><p></p><p>Victor was finally beginning to stir. Felix immediately began to attend and heal him. As he did so, I began to cast a few spells at myself and others; then I had another thought; it was distasteful but quite necessary. </p><p></p><p>To broach it, I said: </p><p></p><p>“Victor, you said you saw someone throwing Balan’s body into the pit under the grate?”</p><p></p><p>The warrior nodded. </p><p></p><p>“So, where’s the body?” I continued. </p><p></p><p>The others looked down again, comprehension dawning on their faces. </p><p></p><p>Longhelim concentrated and then said: “There is a presence of evil down there.”</p><p></p><p>I continued: “We should take one of the bodies and throw it down there, to see what happens.”</p><p></p><p>The two warriors left and quickly dragged several bodies back: “Just in case we need more.”</p><p></p><p>We lifted the grate and threw the first body down the pit. It fell to the bottom of the shaft and then we saw it being rolled and drawn into the tunnel beyond. It was difficult to tell but it looked as if arms snagged the body; dessicated, undead arms. </p><p></p><p>Felix stepped forward: “If we can throw another body down there, I may be able to affect them.”</p><p></p><p>So, we the procedure and as the arms appeared again, Felix roared: </p><p></p><p>“Back to whatever hells you came from!”</p><p></p><p>The arms stopped moving but it was only one pair. Felix turned to the rest of us, grimaced and said: </p><p></p><p>“I can only affect what I can see. I suspect that there are others of his type down there.”</p><p></p><p>Longhelim concentrated briefly and then confirmed this: “Yes, I can still feel the taint of evil from down there.”</p><p></p><p>I thought about it a little more. Then I said to the others: “Stand back!” I pointed my elemental staff down the pit and released a ball of fire into its depths. The flame rose just to the upper edge, toasting my toes, but then subsided. </p><p></p><p>After that conflagration we decided to descend. </p><p></p><p>Amongst the equipment in the chamber was a rope ladder that looked just about the correct length to climb down the pit. Without speaking, we knew what to do.</p><p> Longhelim was down first but Felix followed up quickly and then everyone else with Drudge taking the rear as usual. Carefully, Drudge replaced the grate above our heads.</p><p></p><p>Below a horrific yet bizarre sight met our eyes. We stood on a stone floor, in a wet circle; beyond this circle was ice, a frozen body of water or possibly something more unpleasant, like sewage. Within this dirty, brown ice, trapped up to their waists, was a veritable sea of waving arms belonging to an enormous amount of undead corpses. Felix breathed that they were “zombies”. They swayed and rocked hypnotically, trying to reach us; tugging endlessly at the ice, drawn by our movement or life force. Their dead eyes tracked our movement uncannily. </p><p></p><p>We stared at this strange obstacle; there was no way through them unless they were destroyed. However, towards the South or behind us, we could only see a tiny tunnel leading away; it was far too small for any of us; that left the swaying zombies guarding the only way out.</p><p></p><p>So, we decided to plough a way through them. Felix would make them cower with the power of his faith, leaving them fairly helpless. Then Longhelim and Victor would step forward and put them out of their hellish existence, aided by the arrows of Drudge. I lost count of how many they put down in this manner, but we advanced slowly until we saw a blank wall at the far end, together with a tunnel exiting on the upper right of this large cavern. Then, we stopped, as Felix said: </p><p></p><p>“Right; that’s it. I can make them cower only once more today and I would like to save this last use of my power for the day just in case we need it against something more……substantial.”</p><p></p><p>So I told everyone to stand back and unleashed another ball of fire at the remaining zombies. This served the dual purpose of frying the undead and melting the ice again. There was little left of the charred corpses and as we advanced, we saw that there was a grate over the tunnel exit. It had been held in place by the ice which had now been melted. </p><p></p><p>Cautiously, we approached it and I looked down its length, using my dwarven ability to see in the dark. It led into more darkness, as far as I could see. John then looked at the grate and managed to get it open. Carefully, we began to follow it in a single file. </p><p></p><p>It wound and twisted its way for a very long distance, or so it seemed to me until we began to see glimpses of light in the distance; we moved more cautiously and slowly until we emerged into the sunlight. The entrance to the tunnel was situated in a graveyard. It was a peaceful place; small, soft flakes were falling, adding to the pristine blanket of snow covering the ground. </p><p></p><p>In the distance, we could see the city; we were well outside its walls. </p><p></p><p>As we looked around cautiously, the first thing we saw was a small tower; Drudge asked us to stay in place and went off the scout it. He returned a little later: </p><p></p><p>“The tower is empty now and provides good shelter but it’s been used very recently. Half a dozen or so beings, humanoid by the feet; they stayed there and then moved back to the city; only a few hours ago.”</p><p></p><p>He led us to the tower and John looked at the lock. It took him a little time, but he managed to pick it and we entered. As Drudge said, it was deserted and surprisingly well furnished. We decided to stay here for a little time. </p><p></p><p>I cleared my throat: “So, what next? Our initial mission is a complete failure and we need to think about we want to do now.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Jinis immediately jumped in: “We need to go north and contact Lord Gallo. I am sure that he will be able to sway the rest of the Council of Nine and set this situation to rights.”</p><p></p><p>I looked at him patiently and said, gently: “Jinis, I am sorry but there is a very strong possibility that Duke Gallo is dead. We all believe that the Ragesians are behind the assassination of the King’s family, using it to destabilize the kingdom; and doing a very good job of it as well. The next logical step here is for them to travel to Gallo’s Fend and assassinate the Duke.”</p><p></p><p>“All the more reason to go up there as quickly as possible, to either verify this or if not, to warn him,” was Jinis’s immediate reply. </p><p></p><p>“That is certainly a strong point,” I conceded, “but we still need to discuss all of our options.”</p><p></p><p>“So,” I continued, “I think we have three main courses of action to choose from: as mentioned previously, we can go North to Lord Gallo with Jinis and report our suspicions; we can return to Seaquen, telling them of recent developments in Bresk and trying to help the Resistance there; we need to report to Simeon via that Sending spell anyway. It is important that he realizes just how bad things have become. This seems to be the safest but least pro-active option. </p><p></p><p>Finally, and this is something we must consider, we could return to Gate Pass. The city is getting pounded, our families and loved ones are in danger and we have already lost two districts to the besieging Ragesian armies. The situation is fairly desperate.”</p><p></p><p>Jinis insisted: “We have to go North. The Ragesians are threatening the Gap; forty thousand of them. Surely you must see that the Duke’s presence there is imperative.”</p><p></p><p>I looked at him; he looked imploringly at us. “Jinis, you make a very persuasive case but Steppengaard is almost certainly going to declare the Duke an outlaw or possibly even march an army into his lands. Think about it: you were arrested without any explanation or proof; your secretary was being questioned in the middle of the court and it was obvious that he was being mentally manipulated; and in such a crude manner that everyone could see it. This shows such a disregard and even contempt for any sort of law that protestations of innocence or even a request for proof will be ignored. Steppengaard has decided or I should qualify that, Nina Glibglamer and the Ragesians have decided that Duke Gallo is responsible for the assassinations and has to be brought to justice; by force if necessary; thus conveniently leaving Gallo’s Fend bereft of leadership and an easy route for the Ragesians into Dassen. The stakes here are your country’s freedom.”</p><p></p><p>Jinis drew himself up proudly: “Duke Gallo’s family has been defending Alydi’s Gap for centuries.”</p><p></p><p>I replied: “Yes, but how often have they been defending it from the Ragesians and from their own King.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, I’m no military expert but…..”</p><p></p><p>John interrupted at this point: “Let’s go North”. He didn’t give an explanation why but he must have had his reasons; he usually did. </p><p></p><p>Longhelim puffed his pipe and slowly said: “Y…ee..ees “ in drawn out manner as if not completely sure and still thinking about it. </p><p></p><p>That fairly much settled it. Personally, I didn’t have any objection to going North; I felt that Gallo was an important individual and possible leader in the conflict against the Ragesians; the fact that Leska had developed such a convoluted plot to weaken Dassen rather underlined the importance that she assigned to him; therefore, keeping him alive would be a priority for us, to thwart whatever plans she had if nothing else; and if we could find and capture some of that Ragesian assassination squad, so much the better. </p><p></p><p>So, thus decided, Jinis said: “There is a village called Macon nearby here. We can buy horses there. It will take just a short walk to get there.”</p><p></p><p>Before we left, we also cast the Sending spell to Simeon. I cannot recall the exact wording but to paraphrase, we told him that Balan was dead; Steppengaard was totally compromised and we were heading North to Lord Gallo to help defend Alydi’s Gap against the Ragesians. </p><p></p><p>We also debated recommending that Simeon initiate a possible alliance with Shahalesti; finally Longhelim decided that, to use John’s wording, “a deal with the elven scum” was possibly not suitable at this time, either diplomatically or politically.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6052080, member: 6692807"] It certainly didn’t waste any time, whatever it was. Stepping forward, it lunged at John, its tongue lashed out and suddenly the rogue stopped moving, paralysed. Then it moved again, this time stepping next to me. The tongue lashed out again, the claw bit me and I felt a freezing sensation, a coldness which I managed to shake off. It hissed in frustration as the rest of the group erupted into movement. Longhelim stepped into its path, with sword drawn and a grimace of distaste on his face. Victor, limping as fast as he could, was also moving around to confront it; I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and got out of the way; my place was immediately taken by the warrior, who promptly slashed at the corpse or whatever it was. Felix moved up to Longhelim and touched him, doing something which I didn’t catch but which made the paladin grin. I cast a spell at the thing and a set of force missiles hit it in the chest; it hissed again and lunged in my direction, only to be stopped and driven back by Victor’s falchion; frustrated, it twisted and its tongue lashed out at the warrior instead; Victor didn’t even slow down as I could see him limbering up for the next blow. Longhelim then hit it again a couple of times and for the first time, it seemed to hesitate, as if sensing that it had potentially picked a fight which was beyond it. As it began to retreat slowly, Victor slashed it again and then Longhelim drew a deep breath, concentrated and then seemed to whisper something, maybe a prayer or an imprecation; his weapon seemed to gleam and suddenly, he thrust forward and his long sword erupted from the back of the creature; disgustingly, the viscera writhed frantically around the blade and letting out a shriek, one last lunge of the purple tongue bit Victor who stopped moving. This happened just as an arrow thudded into its chest, finally felling it. The group recovered quickly. Felix checked both John and Victor, shaking his head: “They are both just paralysed, thank Farlanghn but who knows for how long? It could be days; I hope not otherwise our escape just became even more complicated.” As the others looked after the paralysed victims, this delay allowed me to investigate something that had been bothering me. I took the ring of keys from John, the one that had belonged to the dwarven priestess and went to the initial guardroom; there I checked and found that none of the keys fitted the main door exiting this room. Yet, that door was locked. Who locked a jailer in their own jail? It left me scratching my head. It also explained as to why she was unable to escape. Next I went to the priestess and confirmed that she was indeed dead as opposed to just unconscious. Puzzled, I returned to the torture chamber. John had just become mobile so thankfully, the paralysis did not last for days as we had feared. As we waited for Victor to recover I said: “I don’t understand; the door into the guardroom was locked. Why would anyone lock that door? The priestess was not able to escape and raise the alarm purely for that reason.” John looked thoughtful: “When I chased her down, I saw her pull the handle and she looked stunned when she couldn’t open it. I don’t understand it either Faden; is someone in this benighted place actually helping us?” I shrugged: “Maybe; I don’t know but frankly, I am not sure what we can do about it. Let’s just assume he or she are friendly and take this gift. If the priestess had raised the alarm, we would be back in the cells; or at least some of us would be. I suspect others would no longer be with us. We need to remember this though; in case all is not as it seems; just for a change.” Victor was finally beginning to stir. Felix immediately began to attend and heal him. As he did so, I began to cast a few spells at myself and others; then I had another thought; it was distasteful but quite necessary. To broach it, I said: “Victor, you said you saw someone throwing Balan’s body into the pit under the grate?” The warrior nodded. “So, where’s the body?” I continued. The others looked down again, comprehension dawning on their faces. Longhelim concentrated and then said: “There is a presence of evil down there.” I continued: “We should take one of the bodies and throw it down there, to see what happens.” The two warriors left and quickly dragged several bodies back: “Just in case we need more.” We lifted the grate and threw the first body down the pit. It fell to the bottom of the shaft and then we saw it being rolled and drawn into the tunnel beyond. It was difficult to tell but it looked as if arms snagged the body; dessicated, undead arms. Felix stepped forward: “If we can throw another body down there, I may be able to affect them.” So, we the procedure and as the arms appeared again, Felix roared: “Back to whatever hells you came from!” The arms stopped moving but it was only one pair. Felix turned to the rest of us, grimaced and said: “I can only affect what I can see. I suspect that there are others of his type down there.” Longhelim concentrated briefly and then confirmed this: “Yes, I can still feel the taint of evil from down there.” I thought about it a little more. Then I said to the others: “Stand back!” I pointed my elemental staff down the pit and released a ball of fire into its depths. The flame rose just to the upper edge, toasting my toes, but then subsided. After that conflagration we decided to descend. Amongst the equipment in the chamber was a rope ladder that looked just about the correct length to climb down the pit. Without speaking, we knew what to do. Longhelim was down first but Felix followed up quickly and then everyone else with Drudge taking the rear as usual. Carefully, Drudge replaced the grate above our heads. Below a horrific yet bizarre sight met our eyes. We stood on a stone floor, in a wet circle; beyond this circle was ice, a frozen body of water or possibly something more unpleasant, like sewage. Within this dirty, brown ice, trapped up to their waists, was a veritable sea of waving arms belonging to an enormous amount of undead corpses. Felix breathed that they were “zombies”. They swayed and rocked hypnotically, trying to reach us; tugging endlessly at the ice, drawn by our movement or life force. Their dead eyes tracked our movement uncannily. We stared at this strange obstacle; there was no way through them unless they were destroyed. However, towards the South or behind us, we could only see a tiny tunnel leading away; it was far too small for any of us; that left the swaying zombies guarding the only way out. So, we decided to plough a way through them. Felix would make them cower with the power of his faith, leaving them fairly helpless. Then Longhelim and Victor would step forward and put them out of their hellish existence, aided by the arrows of Drudge. I lost count of how many they put down in this manner, but we advanced slowly until we saw a blank wall at the far end, together with a tunnel exiting on the upper right of this large cavern. Then, we stopped, as Felix said: “Right; that’s it. I can make them cower only once more today and I would like to save this last use of my power for the day just in case we need it against something more……substantial.” So I told everyone to stand back and unleashed another ball of fire at the remaining zombies. This served the dual purpose of frying the undead and melting the ice again. There was little left of the charred corpses and as we advanced, we saw that there was a grate over the tunnel exit. It had been held in place by the ice which had now been melted. Cautiously, we approached it and I looked down its length, using my dwarven ability to see in the dark. It led into more darkness, as far as I could see. John then looked at the grate and managed to get it open. Carefully, we began to follow it in a single file. It wound and twisted its way for a very long distance, or so it seemed to me until we began to see glimpses of light in the distance; we moved more cautiously and slowly until we emerged into the sunlight. The entrance to the tunnel was situated in a graveyard. It was a peaceful place; small, soft flakes were falling, adding to the pristine blanket of snow covering the ground. In the distance, we could see the city; we were well outside its walls. As we looked around cautiously, the first thing we saw was a small tower; Drudge asked us to stay in place and went off the scout it. He returned a little later: “The tower is empty now and provides good shelter but it’s been used very recently. Half a dozen or so beings, humanoid by the feet; they stayed there and then moved back to the city; only a few hours ago.” He led us to the tower and John looked at the lock. It took him a little time, but he managed to pick it and we entered. As Drudge said, it was deserted and surprisingly well furnished. We decided to stay here for a little time. I cleared my throat: “So, what next? Our initial mission is a complete failure and we need to think about we want to do now.” Jinis immediately jumped in: “We need to go north and contact Lord Gallo. I am sure that he will be able to sway the rest of the Council of Nine and set this situation to rights.” I looked at him patiently and said, gently: “Jinis, I am sorry but there is a very strong possibility that Duke Gallo is dead. We all believe that the Ragesians are behind the assassination of the King’s family, using it to destabilize the kingdom; and doing a very good job of it as well. The next logical step here is for them to travel to Gallo’s Fend and assassinate the Duke.” “All the more reason to go up there as quickly as possible, to either verify this or if not, to warn him,” was Jinis’s immediate reply. “That is certainly a strong point,” I conceded, “but we still need to discuss all of our options.” “So,” I continued, “I think we have three main courses of action to choose from: as mentioned previously, we can go North to Lord Gallo with Jinis and report our suspicions; we can return to Seaquen, telling them of recent developments in Bresk and trying to help the Resistance there; we need to report to Simeon via that Sending spell anyway. It is important that he realizes just how bad things have become. This seems to be the safest but least pro-active option. Finally, and this is something we must consider, we could return to Gate Pass. The city is getting pounded, our families and loved ones are in danger and we have already lost two districts to the besieging Ragesian armies. The situation is fairly desperate.” Jinis insisted: “We have to go North. The Ragesians are threatening the Gap; forty thousand of them. Surely you must see that the Duke’s presence there is imperative.” I looked at him; he looked imploringly at us. “Jinis, you make a very persuasive case but Steppengaard is almost certainly going to declare the Duke an outlaw or possibly even march an army into his lands. Think about it: you were arrested without any explanation or proof; your secretary was being questioned in the middle of the court and it was obvious that he was being mentally manipulated; and in such a crude manner that everyone could see it. This shows such a disregard and even contempt for any sort of law that protestations of innocence or even a request for proof will be ignored. Steppengaard has decided or I should qualify that, Nina Glibglamer and the Ragesians have decided that Duke Gallo is responsible for the assassinations and has to be brought to justice; by force if necessary; thus conveniently leaving Gallo’s Fend bereft of leadership and an easy route for the Ragesians into Dassen. The stakes here are your country’s freedom.” Jinis drew himself up proudly: “Duke Gallo’s family has been defending Alydi’s Gap for centuries.” I replied: “Yes, but how often have they been defending it from the Ragesians and from their own King.” “Well, I’m no military expert but…..” John interrupted at this point: “Let’s go North”. He didn’t give an explanation why but he must have had his reasons; he usually did. Longhelim puffed his pipe and slowly said: “Y…ee..ees “ in drawn out manner as if not completely sure and still thinking about it. That fairly much settled it. Personally, I didn’t have any objection to going North; I felt that Gallo was an important individual and possible leader in the conflict against the Ragesians; the fact that Leska had developed such a convoluted plot to weaken Dassen rather underlined the importance that she assigned to him; therefore, keeping him alive would be a priority for us, to thwart whatever plans she had if nothing else; and if we could find and capture some of that Ragesian assassination squad, so much the better. So, thus decided, Jinis said: “There is a village called Macon nearby here. We can buy horses there. It will take just a short walk to get there.” Before we left, we also cast the Sending spell to Simeon. I cannot recall the exact wording but to paraphrase, we told him that Balan was dead; Steppengaard was totally compromised and we were heading North to Lord Gallo to help defend Alydi’s Gap against the Ragesians. We also debated recommending that Simeon initiate a possible alliance with Shahalesti; finally Longhelim decided that, to use John’s wording, “a deal with the elven scum” was possibly not suitable at this time, either diplomatically or politically. [/QUOTE]
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