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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6166779" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>Soon after, John and the gnomes began to come out, carrying sacks of gold and platinum coins as well as various strange objects including several floating ioun stones, a figurine of a bear, an old spell book that looked completely useless but interesting due to its antiquity; I would have to investigate it later; and a dish that continually spouted white and dark chocolate. Jorine couldn’t keep her eyes off that. Amongst all of this, there was also a full set of gold dragon hide plate; sadly I remembered the skeleton on the wall; this was another of the emperor’s trappings, no doubt.</p><p> </p><p>When it was all out of the room and it had been thoroughly searched, we all looked at the pile in front of us for a few moments:</p><p> </p><p>I heard Oller mutter sadly:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, at least we can look at it; the haul of a lifetime.”</p><p> </p><p>John was the last to come out of the room. He carried a pouch in his hands and approached us. He took a beautiful diamond out of it, which he then showed to us. It was an extraordinary gem; large, flawless and no doubt very valuable; there was also something else about it…..and then it struck me:</p><p> </p><p>“Is that a soul gem?”</p><p> </p><p>John replied:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, I don’t know for certain; but it is magical and looking at the size, it would fit beautifully into that hole made for a soul gem in the sky sled.”</p><p> </p><p>“How many are there?”</p><p> </p><p>John held up three fingers.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim then said:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, let’s keep them for the moment. We’ll see if we can do something about them later; if we get out of here.”</p><p> </p><p>I was scratching my head:</p><p> </p><p>“How on earth are we going to get this lot out of here?”</p><p> </p><p>“I have an idea about that,” replied John, “but before I go on, are we going to do anything about matey here?” and he indicated at the figure on the ground in front of us, the one person who we knew was alive.</p><p> </p><p>Felix said:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, if you drag him out, I’ll see if I can do anything about his condition. I have to find out what it is first.”</p><p> </p><p>That reminded me:</p><p> </p><p>“John, can I take a look at the rubbing you took of the scratching you took from around his body?”</p><p> </p><p>Wordlessly, the rogue handed me his piece of paper and I transcribed it to a scroll. Reading it from a rubbing was a little awkward. As I did so, I read it out loud and the reaction was mixed to put it politely.</p><p> </p><p>“Interesting,“ from Longhelim.</p><p> </p><p>“That is quite a lengthy ode he’s scratched there, for someone who’s unconscious; I wonder how he managed that?” I muttered, as I stared at the results, intrigued. </p><p> </p><p>“I can’t make head or tail of this; it’s pretty useless,” from John.</p><p> </p><p>He added:</p><p> </p><p>“Listen to this: ….The bright shadow returns to its homeland and the sky may burn for its last time…..that’s how it starts.”</p><p> </p><p>He continued to read silently and every so often he would quote sections out, looking at us expectantly, as if hoping for a clue as to the meaning:</p><p> </p><p>“……..bells toll at the gate and winter grips like a wolf as the fire bleeds from the world…….”</p><p> </p><p>“…….serpents writhe in an eight armed stone and soldiers shall feast upon the rubble of madness……”</p><p> </p><p>“…..o wintry song of agony, o long walking betrayer, as balance shatters like waves against the shores, your vengeful wing guides the motes of the burning sky, strong by search and guile, to seek annihiliation at the heart of history……”</p><p> </p><p>And that wasn’t all of it by any means.</p><p> </p><p>Drudge said words that were slightly stronger but gave the same impression of incomprehension while Felix was too busy with the chap from the floor to pay any attention and Victor, well, if Victor had figured anything out, he would have said so but since he was silent, one could assume that he was as stumped as the rest of us.</p><p> </p><p>We showed it to the gnomes but they just shook their heads although Oller did ask if it was part of the treasure.</p><p> </p><p>I thought for a bit and then said:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, I think……”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim interrupted me:</p><p> </p><p>“Are you going to speculate or do you have anything which you can actually prove; because, if you are going to speculate, then we can all do that; and we’ll be here for a week though and we won’t have any proof but lots of speculation.”</p><p> </p><p> Sheepishly, I replied:</p><p> </p><p>“You’re right; some of it is tantalisingly familiar but it is all purely speculation; maybe the people in Seaquen might be able to tell us something about this; or the Wayfarers but this is so obscure that it will probably take months if not years to research. So, why don’t we find out what they mean from the author himself?”</p><p> </p><p>We looked expectantly at Felix, who stood up and said:</p><p> </p><p>“This man’s brain has been turned to mush; I have no idea how he was able to scratch all that on the floor; look at how long it is! Hopefully, I may have something that will be able to cure him. It’s a powerful spell and even then I can’t tell what state he’ll be in when I cast it on him though.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim replied:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, let’s do it and find out.”</p><p> </p><p>Felix frowned:</p><p> </p><p>“I need another look at him; to confirm if my magic will actually help him; I would look extremely silly if I cast one of my most powerful healing spells on him and it didn’t actually do anything because I hadn’t examined him properly; so give me a little more time please.”</p><p> </p><p>As Felix was doing this, John sidled up to Longhelim:</p><p> </p><p>“Uh, there were a few times that I heard you mention something; something which I thought would help us with one of our problems.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim just waited and looked at the rogue, who continued: </p><p> </p><p>“Well, you know your horse? The one that you said you could summon? Do you think you could maybe summon him? He could carry a few bits and pieces. Help us get them out of here.”</p><p> </p><p>Of course! It was brilliant! If we could summon Longhelim’s nag and load it up with all the treasure from the castle and he then dismissed it; it was a beautifully elegant and simple method of carrying huge loads. That horse was enormous; I had seen it a couple of times. I think it wanted to eat me; well, actually I think the only person it had any time for was Longhelim. I had seen it eyeing up John with disdain several times as well. I stayed as far away from it as I could. More importantly, it was more than capable to carrying everything we had collected so far; with the exception of the magical wardrobe in the bathroom, unfortunately; it wasn’t so much that it was too heavy, just too awkward.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim looked at the rogue for a long time and then said:</p><p> </p><p>“You are talking about Grenadier my mystical steed, aren’t you? The steed that is a direct boon from my god and who will take me on quests to far lands and help me fight against great evil? My one faithful companion who will stay with me no matter what trials or tribulations I should face?”</p><p> </p><p>Then he grinned:</p><p> </p><p>“That’s a great idea, John! I’ll have him here in a moment and then we’ll load him up like a pack mule; then I’ll dismiss him. Bear in mind though, I can only do summon him once a day so if there are any of these pieces that we need now, don’t put them on Grenadier.”</p><p> </p><p>Victor spoke up then:</p><p> </p><p>“The four ioun stones; they’re the same as mine. I suggest that they are distributed among the warriors.”</p><p> </p><p>I was looking through the various pieces as well and I noticed a bag; it had four scrolls as well as a collection of twelve potions; they were all labeled. Most of them were healing but two were of a different nature, including one that was a powerful piece of magic which I took to Felix.</p><p> </p><p>I showed them to the priest and he immediately seized the potion which I had given him:</p><p> </p><p>“Yes! This is definitely going to help him! I wasn’t sure about my spell; but this definitely will! Everyone, are we ready?”</p><p> </p><p>“Hold on. We’re still loading up the horse.”</p><p> </p><p>I looked up. Yes indeed, Longhelim had summoned Grenadier, a huge bay war horse with intelligence in its eyes. It was being a little skittish.</p><p> </p><p>“Hold still, you misbegotten nag!” this from John.</p><p> </p><p>This was followed by a hurried side step, followed by an indignant:</p><p> </p><p>“Longhelim, your horse just tried to bite me! Tell him to stand still!”</p><p> </p><p>“It was only a love bite; he likes you John. Just be gentle with him; how would you like it if someone was tying a piece of plate armour on you; and watch out for those spiked shields!”</p><p> </p><p>John kept muttering after this, but kept a wary eye on the front end of the beast after this.</p><p> </p><p>Finally, everything was on the horse, which looked like a mountain of equipment with four legs but it still moved quite freely; it was still edging towards John, thinking that the rogue didn’t notice him. Then Longhelim made a motion with his hands and it vanished.</p><p> </p><p>After that, Felix said again:</p><p> </p><p>“Right, everyone! Are we ready to revive this individual?”</p><p> </p><p>As we stood and watched, Felix poured the potion down the man’s throat. Nothing happened for a few moments and then the man spasmed, choked and coughed. His eyes opened and he opened his mouth and gasped:</p><p> </p><p>“Water.”</p><p> </p><p>Felix helped him drink a little water and then he helped him to his feet. The man looked around wildly and seemed completely taken aback at the state of the castle:</p><p> </p><p>“What’s happened? Where’s the emperor? Who’re you? What’re you doing here? Why is everything burnt?”</p><p> </p><p>John piped up:</p><p> </p><p>“We’re here, looking for the thingymajig of the whatsit. What was it again, Faden?”</p><p> </p><p>I answered, mildly exasperated:</p><p> </p><p>“It’s the Torch of the Burning Sky and John, please, I would be very grateful if you could let Longhelim do the talking from now on please.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim then began to use his charm on him; with his quiet, gentle voice he replied:</p><p> </p><p>“My name is Longhelim and these are my companions; the Emperor perished seven months ago. His death is a mystery. Now, please tell me who you are?”</p><p> </p><p>The man looked at Longhelim but he seemed disoriented; fortunately, Longhelim’s personality did the trick and the man seemed re-assured:</p><p> </p><p>“My name is Darius and I was one of the Emperor’s bodyguards. I was stationed on guard in the audience chamber with two of my companions, when suddenly one of them was killed; a figure, looked elven or half elven, jumped out of the shadows and slashed his throat; then it vanished again. The door to the Emperor’s quarters crashed open and an elven woman with dark skin and violet hair lashed out with a bladed whip and dragged me to her side; then she kissed me and I suddenly felt weak and the world began to spin; I saw more of our guards appearing and another elven woman with dark skin jumped out and began to fight them; then I saw other elves take out the Emperor’s body but I began to lose consciousness; last thing I remember is feeling a roar of fire and remembering that that was what happened when the Torch was activated. I don’t remember anything else after that.”</p><p> </p><p>“Thank you Darius. As I said previously, it is seven months since the emperor has died and everything has changed. Leska now rules the Ragesian Empire and her armies rampage throughout the land. There is a Ragesian army outside this castle, as we speak.”</p><p> </p><p>Darius started:</p><p> </p><p>“A Ragesian army? Here? I must go to them now. Are you coming?”</p><p> </p><p>I replied at this point:</p><p> </p><p>“It’s not quite as easy as that, unfortunately; the castle has been overrun by undead and there is no way down from here at this time. You can go and see the army when we see them but I would caution you about repeating your story. There are people who may not want it known how the emperor died; there is also a time honoured tradition of slaying the messenger.”</p><p> </p><p>“No, master dwarf, you don’t understand; these are my people and I have to report to my superior officers.”</p><p> </p><p>I looked at him and shook my head:</p><p> </p><p>“So be it. If that’s what you want…..but I suggest that for the time being, you stay with us for your own safety. As I said previously, this place is overrun with undead and there may be more coming any minute now.”</p><p> </p><p>He nodded and then said:</p><p> </p><p>“I feel underdressed; does anyone have any armour or shield.”</p><p> </p><p>I made a motion at the fallen skeletons with their armour, shields and weapons.</p><p> </p><p>“Help yourself.”</p><p> </p><p>I had one final thought: coming up to him, I took out the transcription of the ode and showed it to him. He read it, looked at me uncomprehendingly and asked:</p><p> </p><p>“What’s that?”</p><p> </p><p>I turned to the others and said:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, that answers that particular question.”</p><p> </p><p>Then I motioned to all of us from Gate Pass to step apart for a quick conversation:</p><p> </p><p>“Dark elves?” I asked. “Where did they come from?”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim just snorted:</p><p> </p><p>“Faden, you of all people ought to realize that at this sort of power level, physical appearances don’t mean anything.”</p><p> </p><p>Victor spoke quietly:</p><p> </p><p>“Remember that gnome in Dassen? The advisor to the King? Nina Glibglamer? Well, she wasn’t exactly a gnome, was she? It’s the same way that these may have looked like dark elves, but they could have been demons, devils, trillith or even normal humans magicked to look like someone else. Misdirection is often key in these power plays; and when you’re playing for these kinds of stakes…….”</p><p> </p><p>They were right. Even I was capable of altering my shape thoroughly if only for a short time, but certainly well enough to fool a soldier or bodyguard on watch who was being attacked.</p><p> </p><p>I was about to say something else, when suddenly, there was a mighty crash from the southern part of the castle.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6166779, member: 6692807"] Soon after, John and the gnomes began to come out, carrying sacks of gold and platinum coins as well as various strange objects including several floating ioun stones, a figurine of a bear, an old spell book that looked completely useless but interesting due to its antiquity; I would have to investigate it later; and a dish that continually spouted white and dark chocolate. Jorine couldn’t keep her eyes off that. Amongst all of this, there was also a full set of gold dragon hide plate; sadly I remembered the skeleton on the wall; this was another of the emperor’s trappings, no doubt. When it was all out of the room and it had been thoroughly searched, we all looked at the pile in front of us for a few moments: I heard Oller mutter sadly: “Well, at least we can look at it; the haul of a lifetime.” John was the last to come out of the room. He carried a pouch in his hands and approached us. He took a beautiful diamond out of it, which he then showed to us. It was an extraordinary gem; large, flawless and no doubt very valuable; there was also something else about it…..and then it struck me: “Is that a soul gem?” John replied: “Well, I don’t know for certain; but it is magical and looking at the size, it would fit beautifully into that hole made for a soul gem in the sky sled.” “How many are there?” John held up three fingers. Longhelim then said: “Well, let’s keep them for the moment. We’ll see if we can do something about them later; if we get out of here.” I was scratching my head: “How on earth are we going to get this lot out of here?” “I have an idea about that,” replied John, “but before I go on, are we going to do anything about matey here?” and he indicated at the figure on the ground in front of us, the one person who we knew was alive. Felix said: “Well, if you drag him out, I’ll see if I can do anything about his condition. I have to find out what it is first.” That reminded me: “John, can I take a look at the rubbing you took of the scratching you took from around his body?” Wordlessly, the rogue handed me his piece of paper and I transcribed it to a scroll. Reading it from a rubbing was a little awkward. As I did so, I read it out loud and the reaction was mixed to put it politely. “Interesting,“ from Longhelim. “That is quite a lengthy ode he’s scratched there, for someone who’s unconscious; I wonder how he managed that?” I muttered, as I stared at the results, intrigued. “I can’t make head or tail of this; it’s pretty useless,” from John. He added: “Listen to this: ….The bright shadow returns to its homeland and the sky may burn for its last time…..that’s how it starts.” He continued to read silently and every so often he would quote sections out, looking at us expectantly, as if hoping for a clue as to the meaning: “……..bells toll at the gate and winter grips like a wolf as the fire bleeds from the world…….” “…….serpents writhe in an eight armed stone and soldiers shall feast upon the rubble of madness……” “…..o wintry song of agony, o long walking betrayer, as balance shatters like waves against the shores, your vengeful wing guides the motes of the burning sky, strong by search and guile, to seek annihiliation at the heart of history……” And that wasn’t all of it by any means. Drudge said words that were slightly stronger but gave the same impression of incomprehension while Felix was too busy with the chap from the floor to pay any attention and Victor, well, if Victor had figured anything out, he would have said so but since he was silent, one could assume that he was as stumped as the rest of us. We showed it to the gnomes but they just shook their heads although Oller did ask if it was part of the treasure. I thought for a bit and then said: “Well, I think……” Longhelim interrupted me: “Are you going to speculate or do you have anything which you can actually prove; because, if you are going to speculate, then we can all do that; and we’ll be here for a week though and we won’t have any proof but lots of speculation.” Sheepishly, I replied: “You’re right; some of it is tantalisingly familiar but it is all purely speculation; maybe the people in Seaquen might be able to tell us something about this; or the Wayfarers but this is so obscure that it will probably take months if not years to research. So, why don’t we find out what they mean from the author himself?” We looked expectantly at Felix, who stood up and said: “This man’s brain has been turned to mush; I have no idea how he was able to scratch all that on the floor; look at how long it is! Hopefully, I may have something that will be able to cure him. It’s a powerful spell and even then I can’t tell what state he’ll be in when I cast it on him though.” Longhelim replied: “Well, let’s do it and find out.” Felix frowned: “I need another look at him; to confirm if my magic will actually help him; I would look extremely silly if I cast one of my most powerful healing spells on him and it didn’t actually do anything because I hadn’t examined him properly; so give me a little more time please.” As Felix was doing this, John sidled up to Longhelim: “Uh, there were a few times that I heard you mention something; something which I thought would help us with one of our problems.” Longhelim just waited and looked at the rogue, who continued: “Well, you know your horse? The one that you said you could summon? Do you think you could maybe summon him? He could carry a few bits and pieces. Help us get them out of here.” Of course! It was brilliant! If we could summon Longhelim’s nag and load it up with all the treasure from the castle and he then dismissed it; it was a beautifully elegant and simple method of carrying huge loads. That horse was enormous; I had seen it a couple of times. I think it wanted to eat me; well, actually I think the only person it had any time for was Longhelim. I had seen it eyeing up John with disdain several times as well. I stayed as far away from it as I could. More importantly, it was more than capable to carrying everything we had collected so far; with the exception of the magical wardrobe in the bathroom, unfortunately; it wasn’t so much that it was too heavy, just too awkward. Longhelim looked at the rogue for a long time and then said: “You are talking about Grenadier my mystical steed, aren’t you? The steed that is a direct boon from my god and who will take me on quests to far lands and help me fight against great evil? My one faithful companion who will stay with me no matter what trials or tribulations I should face?” Then he grinned: “That’s a great idea, John! I’ll have him here in a moment and then we’ll load him up like a pack mule; then I’ll dismiss him. Bear in mind though, I can only do summon him once a day so if there are any of these pieces that we need now, don’t put them on Grenadier.” Victor spoke up then: “The four ioun stones; they’re the same as mine. I suggest that they are distributed among the warriors.” I was looking through the various pieces as well and I noticed a bag; it had four scrolls as well as a collection of twelve potions; they were all labeled. Most of them were healing but two were of a different nature, including one that was a powerful piece of magic which I took to Felix. I showed them to the priest and he immediately seized the potion which I had given him: “Yes! This is definitely going to help him! I wasn’t sure about my spell; but this definitely will! Everyone, are we ready?” “Hold on. We’re still loading up the horse.” I looked up. Yes indeed, Longhelim had summoned Grenadier, a huge bay war horse with intelligence in its eyes. It was being a little skittish. “Hold still, you misbegotten nag!” this from John. This was followed by a hurried side step, followed by an indignant: “Longhelim, your horse just tried to bite me! Tell him to stand still!” “It was only a love bite; he likes you John. Just be gentle with him; how would you like it if someone was tying a piece of plate armour on you; and watch out for those spiked shields!” John kept muttering after this, but kept a wary eye on the front end of the beast after this. Finally, everything was on the horse, which looked like a mountain of equipment with four legs but it still moved quite freely; it was still edging towards John, thinking that the rogue didn’t notice him. Then Longhelim made a motion with his hands and it vanished. After that, Felix said again: “Right, everyone! Are we ready to revive this individual?” As we stood and watched, Felix poured the potion down the man’s throat. Nothing happened for a few moments and then the man spasmed, choked and coughed. His eyes opened and he opened his mouth and gasped: “Water.” Felix helped him drink a little water and then he helped him to his feet. The man looked around wildly and seemed completely taken aback at the state of the castle: “What’s happened? Where’s the emperor? Who’re you? What’re you doing here? Why is everything burnt?” John piped up: “We’re here, looking for the thingymajig of the whatsit. What was it again, Faden?” I answered, mildly exasperated: “It’s the Torch of the Burning Sky and John, please, I would be very grateful if you could let Longhelim do the talking from now on please.” Longhelim then began to use his charm on him; with his quiet, gentle voice he replied: “My name is Longhelim and these are my companions; the Emperor perished seven months ago. His death is a mystery. Now, please tell me who you are?” The man looked at Longhelim but he seemed disoriented; fortunately, Longhelim’s personality did the trick and the man seemed re-assured: “My name is Darius and I was one of the Emperor’s bodyguards. I was stationed on guard in the audience chamber with two of my companions, when suddenly one of them was killed; a figure, looked elven or half elven, jumped out of the shadows and slashed his throat; then it vanished again. The door to the Emperor’s quarters crashed open and an elven woman with dark skin and violet hair lashed out with a bladed whip and dragged me to her side; then she kissed me and I suddenly felt weak and the world began to spin; I saw more of our guards appearing and another elven woman with dark skin jumped out and began to fight them; then I saw other elves take out the Emperor’s body but I began to lose consciousness; last thing I remember is feeling a roar of fire and remembering that that was what happened when the Torch was activated. I don’t remember anything else after that.” “Thank you Darius. As I said previously, it is seven months since the emperor has died and everything has changed. Leska now rules the Ragesian Empire and her armies rampage throughout the land. There is a Ragesian army outside this castle, as we speak.” Darius started: “A Ragesian army? Here? I must go to them now. Are you coming?” I replied at this point: “It’s not quite as easy as that, unfortunately; the castle has been overrun by undead and there is no way down from here at this time. You can go and see the army when we see them but I would caution you about repeating your story. There are people who may not want it known how the emperor died; there is also a time honoured tradition of slaying the messenger.” “No, master dwarf, you don’t understand; these are my people and I have to report to my superior officers.” I looked at him and shook my head: “So be it. If that’s what you want…..but I suggest that for the time being, you stay with us for your own safety. As I said previously, this place is overrun with undead and there may be more coming any minute now.” He nodded and then said: “I feel underdressed; does anyone have any armour or shield.” I made a motion at the fallen skeletons with their armour, shields and weapons. “Help yourself.” I had one final thought: coming up to him, I took out the transcription of the ode and showed it to him. He read it, looked at me uncomprehendingly and asked: “What’s that?” I turned to the others and said: “Well, that answers that particular question.” Then I motioned to all of us from Gate Pass to step apart for a quick conversation: “Dark elves?” I asked. “Where did they come from?” Longhelim just snorted: “Faden, you of all people ought to realize that at this sort of power level, physical appearances don’t mean anything.” Victor spoke quietly: “Remember that gnome in Dassen? The advisor to the King? Nina Glibglamer? Well, she wasn’t exactly a gnome, was she? It’s the same way that these may have looked like dark elves, but they could have been demons, devils, trillith or even normal humans magicked to look like someone else. Misdirection is often key in these power plays; and when you’re playing for these kinds of stakes…….” They were right. Even I was capable of altering my shape thoroughly if only for a short time, but certainly well enough to fool a soldier or bodyguard on watch who was being attacked. I was about to say something else, when suddenly, there was a mighty crash from the southern part of the castle. [/QUOTE]
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