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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6931411" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>Everyone nodded and we roped ourselves together, just in case something happened and someone lost their grip. Then we were all ready and suddenly everything became gray and insubstantial. I could see the surrounding area but it was as if I was staring at it through a murky window on a dark winter’s day. The outline of everything was blurred. I changed my shape and everyone took hold of me. Then, tentatively, I tried to move through the ground. Although I moved slowly, it was effortless and so I moved down quite some distance and then changed direction and moved towards the Heart of History. </p><p> </p><p>The journey there was short and without incident although quite peculiar. I had never travelled in this manner before and I took a little time to get accustomed to it but we managed. No one fell off, lost their grip or drifted off in the ethereal plane. We did not see any other creatures either. It was as if we were swimming in a grey sea. </p><p> </p><p>A little time later, we emerged just on the cusp of the entrance into the chasm. The reality matched the description we had been given with one exception. It was a huge opening; but suspended above it was one of the teleportation beacons. Clever really: if one used a transport spell, he or she would be sucked into the vicinity of the beacon and then drop into the chasm. As we moved in, we also noticed a large serpentine shape on the roof of the most substantial of the bunkers. It was a very different dragon than the one we had me previously, more like a giant serpent with wings, but there was no mistaking its green colouring and the intelligence in its eyes. </p><p> </p><p>As we emerged, it stirred and raised its head, as if it could feel that someone or something had entered its lair but after glancing around momentarily, it settled down again. We noticed all of this as we flew past and then made our way down the chasm. </p><p> </p><p>Again, the journey was uneventful and we went down some distance until we could hear rushing water. As we approached, we could see a rushing river below us. The noise was caused by the emergence of several jagged rocks emerging from the surface. As we approached, we also saw a few skeletons impaled on the rocks. The river disappeared into a tunnel in the distance. </p><p> </p><p>Suddenly, as we neared the bottom, our eyes were caught by movement. A large shape flitted around us, obviously capable of looking into the ethereal. It was another dragon, this one of a kind I had never heard of before. It was insubstantial and did not have any wings. We could see through it as if it was undead yet it was not. Its skin was a kaleidoscope of images, a running narrative of famous historical events. I recognised many of them, including Shaaladel’s crusade against the Fire Forest of Innenotdar, the creation of the Torch and Coaltongue’s death at the hands of the assassin Rhuarc in Castle Korstull. I only had a moment to notice this though as the dragon looked at us and then seemed to spin around and disappear. In that instant though, we suddenly felt a wracking pain and a feeling as if we had aged decades; I spun around and suddenly I saw lines in the faces of my friends I had never seen before; gray hair as well as grey beards whereas they had been young before. Everyone seemed to sag as if time had settled on their bodies and souls for that matter. Somehow, the mere presence of this being, whatever it was, had aged us all. I had no doubt it had affected me as well. </p><p> </p><p>Then the dragon disappeared in the darkness. </p><p> </p><p>At this point, we all had to leave the ethereal plane as Felix’s spell was about to run out. Thankfully, we had all managed to either fly or walk on air so we didn’t fall into the water. Then we began to follow the river. </p><p> </p><p>A few moments later, I felt as if some magic had been triggered and Victor’s ring flashed. The defensive capability of the ring had been triggered which meant that there were magical defenses down here as well. This warned us to cast various divination spells, which indeed proved useful. </p><p> </p><p>As we followed the river, we found several more magical traps which John managed to dismantle. He was proving very skilled at this. As we advanced, we began to hear the roar of a waterfall. This indeed proved to be the case and as we descended even deeper into the Heart, we suddenly saw the same insubstantial dragon again. It repeated the same ritual as it flew towards us, and then it flipped itself in midair, almost like a fish quickly changing direction but causing us a brief flash of agony; by the time he had gone, we were all old. Our hair was white, our faces truly lined, gaps had appeared in our teeth and we ached. We ached all over. I was even feeling the weight of my magical pack. </p><p> </p><p>I suppose it is not everyone who is given the ability or privilege of seeing what they looked like at an advanced age but I could have happily foregone this. Dying of old age was one of the few things I had not anticipated when the decision was made to follow Leska into the Heart of History. </p><p> </p><p>Then, in the distance, we saw the flicker of a fire, or torch. As we approached it, Felix warned us that there was another magical trap; thankfully, John again proved equal to its power and removed it. Once he had done that, we saw that the fire marked an entrance into a tunnel leading into a wall; a narrow winding tunnel, perfect ambush terrain. </p><p> </p><p>Unfortunately, we had no choice and with Victor leading and John second to deal with any possible traps, we began moving down the narrow, twisted way. </p><p> </p><p>I am not sure how long we walked down that narrow, twisted passage, but it seemed like hours. Although we had our own light, it still felt dark. Every so often, we would bump into a stone out cropping or trip over an uneven bit of stone on the ground. Well, at least I did; I suspect that more nimble individuals such as John and Drudge avoided all of this easily but despite my subterranean heritage, I was fairly useless in this environment. To make things worse, as we walked, it was definitely getting warmer and more humid, making us sweat and my backpack definitely began the chafe. Of course, the fact that physically I was several hundreds of years old didn’t help either. </p><p> </p><p>Thankfully, nothing untoward occurred to us during this very unpleasant walk and when we finally emerged from the tunnel, we beheld an very unusual sight. In front of us was a huge cavern which literally resembled a dragon’s maw. It was full of lava which was the main cause of the heat; several strange spires spew lava from some source even deeper than this one and at the far end of the cavern was a flickering curtain of fire which briefly seemed to reveal a continuation of the corridor beyond. </p><p> </p><p>Our side of the cavern showed many husks of people or beings who must have made it as far as here before succumbing to old age, if the dragon we met was responsible. The eerie red glow, the flickering of the flame, the corpses on the shore all gave this opening a very sinister feeling. </p><p> </p><p>Just as we were beginning to look at the curtain of fire and discuss our next course of action, our friend, the ghostly dragon rose out of the lava and looked at us again. I steeled myself for the next aging process but this time it did not happen. It seemed to look at all of us and then waited, as if expecting something. </p><p> </p><p>The others looked at me and puzzled, I asked: </p><p> </p><p>“What?”</p><p> </p><p>John rolled his eyes and replied: </p><p> </p><p>“I forgot! You’ve got that spell which blocks your mind from enchantments, don’t you? The dragon, it spoke in our minds and told us to prove our worth. The only way we can think of doing that is to tell him what we are doing here and why. Get you notebooks out, Faden!”</p><p> </p><p>Grumbling slightly about why it couldn’t just have asked that in the first place, rather than giving us a taste of what it felt like to be old, I took off my backpack and took out my narrative. As usual, Longhelim was going to be our spokesman and although he had done this many times to different people, it didn’t harm to have a look at the latest things we had done. </p><p> </p><p>So, after a little time, Longhelim began. </p><p> </p><p>I wasn’t sure why but the paladin seemed to be off. His voice did not resonate as usual, he forgot several of our earlier exploits and had to stop and consult my notebooks several times. It made of a very disjointed, halting narrative. It wasn’t like Longhelim, who usually had an extraordinary memory and used the tone of his voice to either slow or quicken his story telling. Usually, I thought he was far better than even the Wayfarers, but not this time. He kept stumbling over the words and most importantly, it felt as if he knew he was making a hash of this which made him irritated and made the performance even worse. </p><p> </p><p>Thankfully, he finally got into his stride and his tale improved around the telling of our adventures in Castle Korstull. Everything became all right when he began to narrate our meeting with Jorine and the gnomes. It may have been that meeting them recently had calmed him down after that, the tale he told became the usual Longhelim masterpiece. </p><p> </p><p>Having become very nervous as to how the ghost dragon was going to react to the earlier tales, it became obvious that the dragon accepted our tale as our muscles began to strengthen, our limbs younger and aches and pains generally disappeared. I saw that everyone’s hair had turned back to its natural colour rather than the white it had been; backs straightened and skin became tighter. In short, we were back to our original age. That done, the ghostly dragon sank back into the lava. </p><p> </p><p>Longhelim breathed loudly and said: </p><p> </p><p>“Well, I pulled that one out of the fire.”</p><p> </p><p>“Or the lava,” quipped John, receiving a dirty look from the paladin in reply. </p><p> </p><p>While the others were still discussing these developments, I was looking at the lava and the curtain of fire. I had an idea and said to the others: </p><p> </p><p>“I am going over there to take a look.”</p><p> </p><p>With that, I became a fire elemental and stepped into the lava. </p><p> </p><p>The others just looked at me as I glided through the cave and approached the curtain. Thankfully, nothing attacked me and I was able to move to the far end and ascertain that the curtain did indeed block the way onto the corridor. Satisfied, I moved back to the others and changed back. I told them what I had discovered and what I wanted to do next: </p><p> </p><p>“We could transport ourselves with the Torch just beyond the curtain but……if I was Leska, that would be exactly the place where I would put a magical trap of the kind we found earlier. I am not sure what it did but it certainly did not seem very nice.”</p><p> </p><p>John added: </p><p> </p><p>“Those magical traps were evil and I concur. That would be exactly the place to put one or more.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim looked down the cave and asked:</p><p> </p><p>“So, what would you suggest?”</p><p> </p><p>John grimaced: </p><p> </p><p>“I don’t know. Ideally, we would send someone like me down there look down the corridor but I don’t have Faden’s talents to get through the lava; simultaneously, sending Faden down there would just put him at risk; I have a lot of respect for your magic, Faden, but in this case, even if you were able to find one of those traps, you would not have the slightest idea of how to dismantle it. It takes expertise of a particular type.”</p><p>I just nodded; everything John said was true. </p><p> </p><p>At this point Felix chimed in. The cleric had been quiet and was obviously thinking. </p><p> </p><p>“I could get us there; past the initial part of the corridor which could be problematic. I have a spell which burrows partly through another plane. It’s not a long corridor but it would get us past the initial part of the corridor which is the problem area.”</p><p> </p><p>With that, Felix began to walk above the lava and cast a spell that went through the corner of the cave next to the corridor and made a short parallel corridor through another plane. The cleric, together with Victor, then carried everyone into the corridor and we moved into the existing pathway, well ahead of the area guarded by the curtain of fire. </p><p> </p><p>After that, the corridor seemed to be the same as previously, stone, very narrow, twisting and turning with jutting stones specifically designed to trip me up or jab me in the side. Again, John was checking ahead for any traps but thankfully, he did not find any. </p><p> </p><p>As before, we moved along like this for some time until we came onto another barrier. It was fairly similar, except that this time the curtain of fire was solid and did not flicker. It did seem a little odd though so I studied it for a few moments. </p><p> </p><p>The more I studied it, the more familiar it became until I was certain I knew what I was seeing: </p><p> </p><p>“That is one of the indestructible walls; the ones that even I can cast; but someone has combined it with another wall, this one made of fire. It is a clever combination if a little needless. Still, we must be close.”</p><p> </p><p>Suddenly, the dragon appeared. I am not sure what happened but all of my defensive spells expired but my memory became filled with all the spells I had that morning. </p><p> </p><p>I was quite put out: </p><p> </p><p>“What happened?”</p><p> </p><p>John spat out: </p><p> </p><p>“That….bloody dragon! It turned up, said: Be bold – you have my aid to defeat the tyrant – and then all of our spells expired but I have all the spells I had this morning. I think it was trying to help.”</p><p> </p><p>At this moment, Victor raised his fist, an old signal that told everyone to be quiet. A few moments later, the warrior said: </p><p> </p><p>“I can hear chanting beyond the wall. If I can hear it, they can hear us.”</p><p> </p><p>John said: </p><p> </p><p>“It may have been trying to help but it did exactly the opposite. Leska knows we are coming and because we have to stay here, casting our defensive spells again, she has the time to do exactly the same. “</p><p> </p><p>Then he voice down became a mutter which I could just make out: </p><p> </p><p>“Be bold he says – easy for you to say; you’re already dead.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim said: </p><p> </p><p>“No help for it. We might as well get on with it. Leska is probably behind that wall so this is it. Faden, you can get rid of that flaming wall, can’t you?”</p><p> </p><p>I nodded but was already busy, working out what to cast on whom and when. </p><p> </p><p>Combining my magic with Felix, John and even Longhelim on occasion was quite time consuming and it took some time to make sure that the spells were as effective as before. One notable omission was the spell that Felix flippantly called the breakfast of champions but which among other things made us immune to all poisons. It took too long to cast and consume so we had to do without it. </p><p> </p><p>Finally we were all ready and with a nod from Longhelim, I cast a spell which destroyed the flaming wall.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6931411, member: 6692807"] Everyone nodded and we roped ourselves together, just in case something happened and someone lost their grip. Then we were all ready and suddenly everything became gray and insubstantial. I could see the surrounding area but it was as if I was staring at it through a murky window on a dark winter’s day. The outline of everything was blurred. I changed my shape and everyone took hold of me. Then, tentatively, I tried to move through the ground. Although I moved slowly, it was effortless and so I moved down quite some distance and then changed direction and moved towards the Heart of History. The journey there was short and without incident although quite peculiar. I had never travelled in this manner before and I took a little time to get accustomed to it but we managed. No one fell off, lost their grip or drifted off in the ethereal plane. We did not see any other creatures either. It was as if we were swimming in a grey sea. A little time later, we emerged just on the cusp of the entrance into the chasm. The reality matched the description we had been given with one exception. It was a huge opening; but suspended above it was one of the teleportation beacons. Clever really: if one used a transport spell, he or she would be sucked into the vicinity of the beacon and then drop into the chasm. As we moved in, we also noticed a large serpentine shape on the roof of the most substantial of the bunkers. It was a very different dragon than the one we had me previously, more like a giant serpent with wings, but there was no mistaking its green colouring and the intelligence in its eyes. As we emerged, it stirred and raised its head, as if it could feel that someone or something had entered its lair but after glancing around momentarily, it settled down again. We noticed all of this as we flew past and then made our way down the chasm. Again, the journey was uneventful and we went down some distance until we could hear rushing water. As we approached, we could see a rushing river below us. The noise was caused by the emergence of several jagged rocks emerging from the surface. As we approached, we also saw a few skeletons impaled on the rocks. The river disappeared into a tunnel in the distance. Suddenly, as we neared the bottom, our eyes were caught by movement. A large shape flitted around us, obviously capable of looking into the ethereal. It was another dragon, this one of a kind I had never heard of before. It was insubstantial and did not have any wings. We could see through it as if it was undead yet it was not. Its skin was a kaleidoscope of images, a running narrative of famous historical events. I recognised many of them, including Shaaladel’s crusade against the Fire Forest of Innenotdar, the creation of the Torch and Coaltongue’s death at the hands of the assassin Rhuarc in Castle Korstull. I only had a moment to notice this though as the dragon looked at us and then seemed to spin around and disappear. In that instant though, we suddenly felt a wracking pain and a feeling as if we had aged decades; I spun around and suddenly I saw lines in the faces of my friends I had never seen before; gray hair as well as grey beards whereas they had been young before. Everyone seemed to sag as if time had settled on their bodies and souls for that matter. Somehow, the mere presence of this being, whatever it was, had aged us all. I had no doubt it had affected me as well. Then the dragon disappeared in the darkness. At this point, we all had to leave the ethereal plane as Felix’s spell was about to run out. Thankfully, we had all managed to either fly or walk on air so we didn’t fall into the water. Then we began to follow the river. A few moments later, I felt as if some magic had been triggered and Victor’s ring flashed. The defensive capability of the ring had been triggered which meant that there were magical defenses down here as well. This warned us to cast various divination spells, which indeed proved useful. As we followed the river, we found several more magical traps which John managed to dismantle. He was proving very skilled at this. As we advanced, we began to hear the roar of a waterfall. This indeed proved to be the case and as we descended even deeper into the Heart, we suddenly saw the same insubstantial dragon again. It repeated the same ritual as it flew towards us, and then it flipped itself in midair, almost like a fish quickly changing direction but causing us a brief flash of agony; by the time he had gone, we were all old. Our hair was white, our faces truly lined, gaps had appeared in our teeth and we ached. We ached all over. I was even feeling the weight of my magical pack. I suppose it is not everyone who is given the ability or privilege of seeing what they looked like at an advanced age but I could have happily foregone this. Dying of old age was one of the few things I had not anticipated when the decision was made to follow Leska into the Heart of History. Then, in the distance, we saw the flicker of a fire, or torch. As we approached it, Felix warned us that there was another magical trap; thankfully, John again proved equal to its power and removed it. Once he had done that, we saw that the fire marked an entrance into a tunnel leading into a wall; a narrow winding tunnel, perfect ambush terrain. Unfortunately, we had no choice and with Victor leading and John second to deal with any possible traps, we began moving down the narrow, twisted way. I am not sure how long we walked down that narrow, twisted passage, but it seemed like hours. Although we had our own light, it still felt dark. Every so often, we would bump into a stone out cropping or trip over an uneven bit of stone on the ground. Well, at least I did; I suspect that more nimble individuals such as John and Drudge avoided all of this easily but despite my subterranean heritage, I was fairly useless in this environment. To make things worse, as we walked, it was definitely getting warmer and more humid, making us sweat and my backpack definitely began the chafe. Of course, the fact that physically I was several hundreds of years old didn’t help either. Thankfully, nothing untoward occurred to us during this very unpleasant walk and when we finally emerged from the tunnel, we beheld an very unusual sight. In front of us was a huge cavern which literally resembled a dragon’s maw. It was full of lava which was the main cause of the heat; several strange spires spew lava from some source even deeper than this one and at the far end of the cavern was a flickering curtain of fire which briefly seemed to reveal a continuation of the corridor beyond. Our side of the cavern showed many husks of people or beings who must have made it as far as here before succumbing to old age, if the dragon we met was responsible. The eerie red glow, the flickering of the flame, the corpses on the shore all gave this opening a very sinister feeling. Just as we were beginning to look at the curtain of fire and discuss our next course of action, our friend, the ghostly dragon rose out of the lava and looked at us again. I steeled myself for the next aging process but this time it did not happen. It seemed to look at all of us and then waited, as if expecting something. The others looked at me and puzzled, I asked: “What?” John rolled his eyes and replied: “I forgot! You’ve got that spell which blocks your mind from enchantments, don’t you? The dragon, it spoke in our minds and told us to prove our worth. The only way we can think of doing that is to tell him what we are doing here and why. Get you notebooks out, Faden!” Grumbling slightly about why it couldn’t just have asked that in the first place, rather than giving us a taste of what it felt like to be old, I took off my backpack and took out my narrative. As usual, Longhelim was going to be our spokesman and although he had done this many times to different people, it didn’t harm to have a look at the latest things we had done. So, after a little time, Longhelim began. I wasn’t sure why but the paladin seemed to be off. His voice did not resonate as usual, he forgot several of our earlier exploits and had to stop and consult my notebooks several times. It made of a very disjointed, halting narrative. It wasn’t like Longhelim, who usually had an extraordinary memory and used the tone of his voice to either slow or quicken his story telling. Usually, I thought he was far better than even the Wayfarers, but not this time. He kept stumbling over the words and most importantly, it felt as if he knew he was making a hash of this which made him irritated and made the performance even worse. Thankfully, he finally got into his stride and his tale improved around the telling of our adventures in Castle Korstull. Everything became all right when he began to narrate our meeting with Jorine and the gnomes. It may have been that meeting them recently had calmed him down after that, the tale he told became the usual Longhelim masterpiece. Having become very nervous as to how the ghost dragon was going to react to the earlier tales, it became obvious that the dragon accepted our tale as our muscles began to strengthen, our limbs younger and aches and pains generally disappeared. I saw that everyone’s hair had turned back to its natural colour rather than the white it had been; backs straightened and skin became tighter. In short, we were back to our original age. That done, the ghostly dragon sank back into the lava. Longhelim breathed loudly and said: “Well, I pulled that one out of the fire.” “Or the lava,” quipped John, receiving a dirty look from the paladin in reply. While the others were still discussing these developments, I was looking at the lava and the curtain of fire. I had an idea and said to the others: “I am going over there to take a look.” With that, I became a fire elemental and stepped into the lava. The others just looked at me as I glided through the cave and approached the curtain. Thankfully, nothing attacked me and I was able to move to the far end and ascertain that the curtain did indeed block the way onto the corridor. Satisfied, I moved back to the others and changed back. I told them what I had discovered and what I wanted to do next: “We could transport ourselves with the Torch just beyond the curtain but……if I was Leska, that would be exactly the place where I would put a magical trap of the kind we found earlier. I am not sure what it did but it certainly did not seem very nice.” John added: “Those magical traps were evil and I concur. That would be exactly the place to put one or more.” Longhelim looked down the cave and asked: “So, what would you suggest?” John grimaced: “I don’t know. Ideally, we would send someone like me down there look down the corridor but I don’t have Faden’s talents to get through the lava; simultaneously, sending Faden down there would just put him at risk; I have a lot of respect for your magic, Faden, but in this case, even if you were able to find one of those traps, you would not have the slightest idea of how to dismantle it. It takes expertise of a particular type.” I just nodded; everything John said was true. At this point Felix chimed in. The cleric had been quiet and was obviously thinking. “I could get us there; past the initial part of the corridor which could be problematic. I have a spell which burrows partly through another plane. It’s not a long corridor but it would get us past the initial part of the corridor which is the problem area.” With that, Felix began to walk above the lava and cast a spell that went through the corner of the cave next to the corridor and made a short parallel corridor through another plane. The cleric, together with Victor, then carried everyone into the corridor and we moved into the existing pathway, well ahead of the area guarded by the curtain of fire. After that, the corridor seemed to be the same as previously, stone, very narrow, twisting and turning with jutting stones specifically designed to trip me up or jab me in the side. Again, John was checking ahead for any traps but thankfully, he did not find any. As before, we moved along like this for some time until we came onto another barrier. It was fairly similar, except that this time the curtain of fire was solid and did not flicker. It did seem a little odd though so I studied it for a few moments. The more I studied it, the more familiar it became until I was certain I knew what I was seeing: “That is one of the indestructible walls; the ones that even I can cast; but someone has combined it with another wall, this one made of fire. It is a clever combination if a little needless. Still, we must be close.” Suddenly, the dragon appeared. I am not sure what happened but all of my defensive spells expired but my memory became filled with all the spells I had that morning. I was quite put out: “What happened?” John spat out: “That….bloody dragon! It turned up, said: Be bold – you have my aid to defeat the tyrant – and then all of our spells expired but I have all the spells I had this morning. I think it was trying to help.” At this moment, Victor raised his fist, an old signal that told everyone to be quiet. A few moments later, the warrior said: “I can hear chanting beyond the wall. If I can hear it, they can hear us.” John said: “It may have been trying to help but it did exactly the opposite. Leska knows we are coming and because we have to stay here, casting our defensive spells again, she has the time to do exactly the same. “ Then he voice down became a mutter which I could just make out: “Be bold he says – easy for you to say; you’re already dead.” Longhelim said: “No help for it. We might as well get on with it. Leska is probably behind that wall so this is it. Faden, you can get rid of that flaming wall, can’t you?” I nodded but was already busy, working out what to cast on whom and when. Combining my magic with Felix, John and even Longhelim on occasion was quite time consuming and it took some time to make sure that the spells were as effective as before. One notable omission was the spell that Felix flippantly called the breakfast of champions but which among other things made us immune to all poisons. It took too long to cast and consume so we had to do without it. Finally we were all ready and with a nod from Longhelim, I cast a spell which destroyed the flaming wall. [/QUOTE]
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