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<blockquote data-quote="DustinGebhardt" data-source="post: 5442831" data-attributes="member: 82905"><p><strong>Session 39</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"> Session 39<img src="http://static.wetpaint.com/img/bg/1.png?v=20110120041852" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </span></span> </strong></p><p></p><p> <strong><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Reunited And It Feels So Good...Hey, That's A Dragon!</span></span></strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Leaving the Temple of the Jaguar, an apparition coalesces before the party. Before Kamal has a chance to brandish the power of Sarenrae, Eriks stops him. "Hold friends! It is Karyan. What news sister? Are you ready to return to us?"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The ghostly form of the ranger becomes slightly more solid, just enough to display discernible facial features. In a voice that sounds as a hollow whisper of her own, the ghost of Karyan reports while the group struggles not to stare at the images of a terrible teeth and acid scars on the specter's body. "Brother, all; I bring news, but no I can not yet return. I must check on Bargle and his progress on the central plateau." Turning her gaze toward Hoppup, the ranger continues. "You will be happy to know that your people are already rebuilding quickly and are eager to march. The more pressing concern though, is the crew from <em>The Dark Maiden's Dance</em>. They are in dire straits, and those that still live are under some type of mental control. Make haste friends, I go now to spy on Bargle, but will return as soon as I can."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">With her message complete, the spirit of Karyan dissipates into a thin vapor and then shifts into the wind. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"I guess that makes our next stop pretty clear?" Mythyria said, breaking the silence.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"So long as it is by way of the Nythian village to deliver these weapons." Hoppup remarked. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"We can get to where we left the crew much faster in our new ship, and I for one am ready to stretch my sea-legs again." </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Not all of us like boats, monk." Hekuba gruffly told Mort, with a face that could have been a smile or scowl. "But I agree, we need to hurry. Those little Rakasta things will be marching soon themselves."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Yes, what a terrible guilt to bear if we were not there when all the fun begins." Eriks said cheerily just before sipping from his rather large, and nearly half drained tankard. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Do you ever stop drinking? I am at a loss for how you actually manage to walk, let alone wield divine power." Kamal sounded like a chastising parent.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"We can't all be solar powered Kamal." Eriks replied, "Some of us need alternate sources of power." </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Enough you two." Mythyria scolded. "This gets us no closer to the Dance or Bargle." </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">With that the two holy men shared nod. Knowing that though they travel different paths, their causes were very much the same. The trek to the village was uneventful and the group made quick work of setting sail around the island.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The wind and waves seemed wanting to hurry the ship to its destination, and in record time the group dropped anchor and lowered a longboat into the cove that served as the Dance's final resting place.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Do you guys hear that?" Mort's eyes had gone wide, and before anyone could form an answer, the monk jumped into the frothy waters and began swimming toward the dance. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Wait! What are you?" Hoppup jumped in the sea to follow the monk; Eriks, without saying a word, took to the air and followed his two companions. As Hekuba and Kamal rowed the longboat, Hoppup cried out. "Something in the water!" The lizard-wizard joined Eriks in the sky, leaving Mort to swim a fast pace ahead of them, but not before a single bolt of lightning bounced off of his skin. Mythyria created a ghostly version of her own hand, while a glowing scimitar appeared in front of Kamal. Hekuba, letting the boat travel on momentum drew his bow and shot into the growing shadow in the cove. The shadow broke the surface and lashed at the swimming Mort, but whatever source controlled the monk kept him moving too quickly to be struck. Mort reached the rocks that the ship were impaled upon and began climbing. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Mythyria's summoned hand plunges into the deep, but whether or not the spell the wizardress placed upon struck true could not be determined. Another bolt of lightning glances off of Hoppup, but his scales seem resistant to the energy, leaving less scorching than it should have. The lizard wizard raises his trident, "Try some of this lightning!" A larger, brighter bolt slams into the water and sizzles the creature. Eriks lets loose a single bolt that embeds into a tentacle, but does not appear to do much damage. The glowing scimitar in front of Kamal strikes and scores a hit while the priest, still not rowing the longboat summoned an orca next to the sea monster. The giant mammal speared the creature and an audible underwater thud. The tentacled menace begins to retreat, but Hekuba lets fly two arrows that open its skin and make it falter. The water turns red with blood and the threat seems to be ended. Except that Mort has now made his way onto the ruined main deck of the Dance.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">With the sea creature dying, Hoppup and Eriks continue their flights toward the ship, the rogue advancing as far as the main the deck, only to see Mort go below; where the ship is angled and mostly underwater. Mythyria and Hekuba begin rowing the longboat and another bolt flies from the sky. Though the wizardress was the bolt's intended target, the elf managed to jump away from the strike. Kamal stood up from his rowing position. "You coward! Fight in the open under Sarenrae's light!" </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Mythyria spies movement in the ship and understands that Mort will be the first to encounter whatever creature is hurling the bolts. Trusting in her spectral hand, the elf delivers a spell unto the monk that increases his size and strength. The ship groans as its burden is so suddenly increased. "Mort! I'm here!" Eriks announces as he follows the monk below decks. Hoppup flies around the back side of the ship, and gets his first look at the creature plaguing them. A twisted and aquatic looking affair with octopus like tentacles and a beak where its mouth should be and several larger protrusions writhing off of its body. Mort, with a glassy look in his eyes approaches the creature and hears a voice in his head. "Kill the one behind you." For a heartbeat, the monk's fists clinch as if to follow the order, but Mort's extensive training steeled his mind against the intrusion at last. His eyes become clear as the creature makes a hideous gurgling sound and lunges a tentacle at his lost thrall. Mort, even in a larger more lumbering form, easily dodges the blow. "Guys! Little help?!" An electric loop bursts through the back side of the ship and shakes the creature. Mort, clenches his fists and while still dodging the whipping appendage of the creature lands two heavy blows.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Mythyria, having heard Mort's pleas but not seeing the whole scene aims a wand and lets fly an orange bead that explodes, reducing a large portion of the Dance into embers, burning the creature, and engulfing Mort, Eriks, and Hoppup. The monk and rogue both manage to duck into the water to avoid the blast, but the flying Nythian is caught in the blaze. Eriks uses the power of his flying boots to put his body into a horizontal position, maneuver behind the creature, break the surface, and slash at it with his newly acquired holy sword. With its attention on Mort and not its back, the rogue is able to bury the sword deep into its flesh. The creature's screams are cut short by another loop of electricity. The aquatic thing slumps into the water and lays still. Huddling on the far side of the underdeck; Mikhail, Avner, Skald, and two other survivors of the Dance's crew emerge. The company is helped from the ruined ship to the new acquisition. The few things salvageable from the Dance are ferried over, but the companions help themselves to a few magic trinkets and the makings of some sort of laboratory the creature had set up.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"We can make good with this heap" McHale informs the group, "When do we leave?"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Not for some time captain." Eriks informs his once employer. "We have some loose ends to tie up, and my sister needs to come back to life."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Your what?" The captain looks more astonished than his malnutrition lets him sound.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Quite a long story sir, but he is right. We have to finish a few things before departure." Kamal reassures the castaways as only he seems to know how.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The group sets off into the jungle once more. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Now, why are we <em>trying</em> to find a dragon?" Mythyria asks for the dozenth time.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Because Cayden said we should." Eriks responds. "You're not afraid are you?"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">With that the group traveled on in silence until they came to a large clearing. On one side a great mountain casts a shadow over the clearing, and opposite the mountain Arithiavox stares at the travelers. If the dragon took any notice of the group, he did not show it. Instead, the beast grabbed a huge dinosaur and wrestled it to the ground; tail, feet, wings, and arms a flurry of motion and destruction. Without a sound, the mighty green dragon hurtled into the sky and the group was left staring at its diminishing form.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"So, no luck, we can leave." Mythyria tries to reason once more. Before Eriks can debunk her objections, the ghostly form of Karyan appears before them. Her spirit looks as though it is in pain; Kamal and Eriks both rush to see what has happened. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Sister! What is wrong?"</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Can't...I...Body..." Karyan's response is fractured, but not so much that Kamal does not understand the need for the ranger to be returned to her body. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"We need to bring her back. Let's rest so I can prepare the proper spells." </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Before settling for the night, Eriks sends a message to Mildred asking for more information about the vision Cayden Cailean presented to him.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The group camps at the foot of the mountain, which is in actuality a huge copse of trees that have been twisted and shaped into the mound. Eriks and Kamal are the first to rise and as soon as the priest finishes his prayers, the group helps them prepare Karyan's body. In a ritual that was becoming all too familiar, the group witnesses Karyan's soul return into her body and her eyes flutter open. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Thank you! My spirit was attacked by a necromancer in Bargle's employ. I was able to gather some vital information though. Whatever we are about, we must act quickly for I feel as if Bargle is leaving soon. His army of undead is massive, and we will need all the help we can get. There's more, two pieces of the Hand of Quode are on the central plateau, and a mustached man with Bargle holds our family's sword." Karyan directed the last part of her message toward Eriks, and the rogue suddenly felt a strange longing for the blade. </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DustinGebhardt, post: 5442831, member: 82905"] [b]Session 39[/b] [B][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2] Session 39[IMG]http://static.wetpaint.com/img/bg/1.png?v=20110120041852[/IMG] [/SIZE][/FONT] [/B] [B][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2]Reunited And It Feels So Good...Hey, That's A Dragon![/SIZE][/FONT][/B] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=2] [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2]Leaving the Temple of the Jaguar, an apparition coalesces before the party. Before Kamal has a chance to brandish the power of Sarenrae, Eriks stops him. "Hold friends! It is Karyan. What news sister? Are you ready to return to us?" The ghostly form of the ranger becomes slightly more solid, just enough to display discernible facial features. In a voice that sounds as a hollow whisper of her own, the ghost of Karyan reports while the group struggles not to stare at the images of a terrible teeth and acid scars on the specter's body. "Brother, all; I bring news, but no I can not yet return. I must check on Bargle and his progress on the central plateau." Turning her gaze toward Hoppup, the ranger continues. "You will be happy to know that your people are already rebuilding quickly and are eager to march. The more pressing concern though, is the crew from [I]The Dark Maiden's Dance[/I]. They are in dire straits, and those that still live are under some type of mental control. Make haste friends, I go now to spy on Bargle, but will return as soon as I can." With her message complete, the spirit of Karyan dissipates into a thin vapor and then shifts into the wind. "I guess that makes our next stop pretty clear?" Mythyria said, breaking the silence. "So long as it is by way of the Nythian village to deliver these weapons." Hoppup remarked. "We can get to where we left the crew much faster in our new ship, and I for one am ready to stretch my sea-legs again." "Not all of us like boats, monk." Hekuba gruffly told Mort, with a face that could have been a smile or scowl. "But I agree, we need to hurry. Those little Rakasta things will be marching soon themselves." "Yes, what a terrible guilt to bear if we were not there when all the fun begins." Eriks said cheerily just before sipping from his rather large, and nearly half drained tankard. "Do you ever stop drinking? I am at a loss for how you actually manage to walk, let alone wield divine power." Kamal sounded like a chastising parent. "We can't all be solar powered Kamal." Eriks replied, "Some of us need alternate sources of power." "Enough you two." Mythyria scolded. "This gets us no closer to the Dance or Bargle." With that the two holy men shared nod. Knowing that though they travel different paths, their causes were very much the same. The trek to the village was uneventful and the group made quick work of setting sail around the island. The wind and waves seemed wanting to hurry the ship to its destination, and in record time the group dropped anchor and lowered a longboat into the cove that served as the Dance's final resting place. "Do you guys hear that?" Mort's eyes had gone wide, and before anyone could form an answer, the monk jumped into the frothy waters and began swimming toward the dance. "Wait! What are you?" Hoppup jumped in the sea to follow the monk; Eriks, without saying a word, took to the air and followed his two companions. As Hekuba and Kamal rowed the longboat, Hoppup cried out. "Something in the water!" The lizard-wizard joined Eriks in the sky, leaving Mort to swim a fast pace ahead of them, but not before a single bolt of lightning bounced off of his skin. Mythyria created a ghostly version of her own hand, while a glowing scimitar appeared in front of Kamal. Hekuba, letting the boat travel on momentum drew his bow and shot into the growing shadow in the cove. The shadow broke the surface and lashed at the swimming Mort, but whatever source controlled the monk kept him moving too quickly to be struck. Mort reached the rocks that the ship were impaled upon and began climbing. Mythyria's summoned hand plunges into the deep, but whether or not the spell the wizardress placed upon struck true could not be determined. Another bolt of lightning glances off of Hoppup, but his scales seem resistant to the energy, leaving less scorching than it should have. The lizard wizard raises his trident, "Try some of this lightning!" A larger, brighter bolt slams into the water and sizzles the creature. Eriks lets loose a single bolt that embeds into a tentacle, but does not appear to do much damage. The glowing scimitar in front of Kamal strikes and scores a hit while the priest, still not rowing the longboat summoned an orca next to the sea monster. The giant mammal speared the creature and an audible underwater thud. The tentacled menace begins to retreat, but Hekuba lets fly two arrows that open its skin and make it falter. The water turns red with blood and the threat seems to be ended. Except that Mort has now made his way onto the ruined main deck of the Dance. With the sea creature dying, Hoppup and Eriks continue their flights toward the ship, the rogue advancing as far as the main the deck, only to see Mort go below; where the ship is angled and mostly underwater. Mythyria and Hekuba begin rowing the longboat and another bolt flies from the sky. Though the wizardress was the bolt's intended target, the elf managed to jump away from the strike. Kamal stood up from his rowing position. "You coward! Fight in the open under Sarenrae's light!" Mythyria spies movement in the ship and understands that Mort will be the first to encounter whatever creature is hurling the bolts. Trusting in her spectral hand, the elf delivers a spell unto the monk that increases his size and strength. The ship groans as its burden is so suddenly increased. "Mort! I'm here!" Eriks announces as he follows the monk below decks. Hoppup flies around the back side of the ship, and gets his first look at the creature plaguing them. A twisted and aquatic looking affair with octopus like tentacles and a beak where its mouth should be and several larger protrusions writhing off of its body. Mort, with a glassy look in his eyes approaches the creature and hears a voice in his head. "Kill the one behind you." For a heartbeat, the monk's fists clinch as if to follow the order, but Mort's extensive training steeled his mind against the intrusion at last. His eyes become clear as the creature makes a hideous gurgling sound and lunges a tentacle at his lost thrall. Mort, even in a larger more lumbering form, easily dodges the blow. "Guys! Little help?!" An electric loop bursts through the back side of the ship and shakes the creature. Mort, clenches his fists and while still dodging the whipping appendage of the creature lands two heavy blows. Mythyria, having heard Mort's pleas but not seeing the whole scene aims a wand and lets fly an orange bead that explodes, reducing a large portion of the Dance into embers, burning the creature, and engulfing Mort, Eriks, and Hoppup. The monk and rogue both manage to duck into the water to avoid the blast, but the flying Nythian is caught in the blaze. Eriks uses the power of his flying boots to put his body into a horizontal position, maneuver behind the creature, break the surface, and slash at it with his newly acquired holy sword. With its attention on Mort and not its back, the rogue is able to bury the sword deep into its flesh. The creature's screams are cut short by another loop of electricity. The aquatic thing slumps into the water and lays still. Huddling on the far side of the underdeck; Mikhail, Avner, Skald, and two other survivors of the Dance's crew emerge. The company is helped from the ruined ship to the new acquisition. The few things salvageable from the Dance are ferried over, but the companions help themselves to a few magic trinkets and the makings of some sort of laboratory the creature had set up. "We can make good with this heap" McHale informs the group, "When do we leave?" "Not for some time captain." Eriks informs his once employer. "We have some loose ends to tie up, and my sister needs to come back to life." "Your what?" The captain looks more astonished than his malnutrition lets him sound. "Quite a long story sir, but he is right. We have to finish a few things before departure." Kamal reassures the castaways as only he seems to know how. The group sets off into the jungle once more. "Now, why are we [I]trying[/I] to find a dragon?" Mythyria asks for the dozenth time. "Because Cayden said we should." Eriks responds. "You're not afraid are you?" With that the group traveled on in silence until they came to a large clearing. On one side a great mountain casts a shadow over the clearing, and opposite the mountain Arithiavox stares at the travelers. If the dragon took any notice of the group, he did not show it. Instead, the beast grabbed a huge dinosaur and wrestled it to the ground; tail, feet, wings, and arms a flurry of motion and destruction. Without a sound, the mighty green dragon hurtled into the sky and the group was left staring at its diminishing form. "So, no luck, we can leave." Mythyria tries to reason once more. Before Eriks can debunk her objections, the ghostly form of Karyan appears before them. Her spirit looks as though it is in pain; Kamal and Eriks both rush to see what has happened. "Sister! What is wrong?" "Can't...I...Body..." Karyan's response is fractured, but not so much that Kamal does not understand the need for the ranger to be returned to her body. "We need to bring her back. Let's rest so I can prepare the proper spells." Before settling for the night, Eriks sends a message to Mildred asking for more information about the vision Cayden Cailean presented to him. The group camps at the foot of the mountain, which is in actuality a huge copse of trees that have been twisted and shaped into the mound. Eriks and Kamal are the first to rise and as soon as the priest finishes his prayers, the group helps them prepare Karyan's body. In a ritual that was becoming all too familiar, the group witnesses Karyan's soul return into her body and her eyes flutter open. "Thank you! My spirit was attacked by a necromancer in Bargle's employ. I was able to gather some vital information though. Whatever we are about, we must act quickly for I feel as if Bargle is leaving soon. His army of undead is massive, and we will need all the help we can get. There's more, two pieces of the Hand of Quode are on the central plateau, and a mustached man with Bargle holds our family's sword." Karyan directed the last part of her message toward Eriks, and the rogue suddenly felt a strange longing for the blade. [/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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