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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 1569550" data-attributes="member: 63"><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">The Mother of Dreams</span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12px">Episode One: The Song of the Deep, Section I</span></strong></p><p></p><p> </p><p>“I told you: practically no monsters.” Allar planted the crossguard of his scimitar in the nearest ghoul’s eye, then spun his blade, slashing the creature’s head in two. “And these certainly don’t qualify.”</p><p></p><p>Allar ducked and slashed out a ghoulish knee as beside him, his armor-clad and bull-horned ally Babb rammed his long shield into two ghouls at once. Babb dodged as another ghoul’s claw swept at his face, and then he retaliated, kicking the ghoul in the chest with his hoof. To Allar he boomed, “They’re <em>walking dead</em>. What do you think counts as a monster?”</p><p></p><p>On Allar’s left side, Lirensce stabbed a ghoul in the chest and replied, “Golems. Chimera. Very irate clowns.”</p><p></p><p>All down the hall, from long abandoned mine tunnels, secret treasure stashes, and shallowly-buried coffins, the horde of rotting undead pressed after the adventurers. Outnumbered, they fled, with Allar, Babb, and Lirensce forming a defensive line of swords the width of the hall, and David, Lacy, and Crassus directing the group down the twisting tunnels of the old tomb.</p><p></p><p>Panting desperately, the three-foot tall David led their retreat, his glowing light talisman revealing the path as fast as his short Jispin legs could carry him. The expedition’s leader, Crassus, shouted directions to the others, his gravely voice strained and nervous. Lacy was mostly quiet except for the occasional incantation as she dropped magical barriers behind them to slow the pursuit of the undead. The whole tomb was riddled with anti-magical wards, and the barriers never lasted long.</p><p></p><p>“I can’t keep this up much longer,” Lacy shouted.</p><p></p><p>“It’s alright,” David gasped from the front. “We’re coming up to a door. Sealed, with sigils in Ragesian. It’s probably trapped.”</p><p></p><p>Angered panic in his voice, Crassus shouted to David, “We’re being overwhelmed. There’s no time to look for traps. Just blast the damned door.”</p><p></p><p>David shook his head. “If we can get inside we’ll have cover. I’m not destroying it.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll be right there,” Allar called back.</p><p></p><p>A ghoul leapt at Allar and knocked him to the ground, but it was only a moment before Lacy slashed at its face to drive it back, and Babb clove it in two with his sword. Lirensce grabbed Allar by his arm, and he was back up before the swarm of ghouls could take advantage of the opening.</p><p></p><p> “So,” Babb said over the stinking snarls of the ghouls, “undead count as monsters.”</p><p></p><p>A ghoul dove in under Babb’s shield and bit him on the thigh through his plate armor. Babb growled to emphasize his point. Allar slashed it away with his scimitar, then ran to catch up with David, letting Lacy take his place in the line.</p><p></p><p>David pointed at the door, and Allar hurriedly slid up next to it to look for triggers, traps, or other dangers. He could just barely feel the vibration of hostile wards on the door, but he needed time to see just where they were. As he searched he shouted back to Babb, “Undead are a special case. They’re cursed uneasy spirits, not mindless monsters.”</p><p></p><p>Twenty feet away at the defensive line, Babb shield-bashed the nearest ghoul, then hacked through it and the ghoul next to it. “Until I hear one talk, they’re monsters.”</p><p></p><p>Allar kept searching the door, while behind him the sounds of combat dwindled to just the hisses of ghouls and the scrape of their claws on stones.</p><p></p><p>“They’ve stopped,” Lirensce said. “They know we’re trapped.”</p><p></p><p>Allar glanced back, then chuckled weakly. “Obviously too smart to be monsters. Hey Lacy, it’d help if I knew what all these curses and damnations on the door said.”</p><p></p><p>David held up his fire talisman for Allar to see, and he grinned. “This ought to hold them off.”</p><p></p><p>A moment later Lacy was beside him, and Allar felt and heard a distant explosion of fire, followed by shrieks of burning ghouls. He watched Lacy translate the inscriptions, listening to Babb cursing the stench caused by David’s fireball.</p><p></p><p>Lacy whimpered and looked down to Allar. “The door says, ‘Death to all magic.’”</p><p></p><p>Allar quickly stepped away from the door, and Crassus snarled angrily. Lacy shrugged to them.</p><p></p><p>“Heads up!” Babb shouted.</p><p></p><p>Allar looked back to the mass of ghouls blocking their escape, and saw one ghoul shoving its way to the front of the horde. Its body was tense with muscles rotting through emaciated flesh, and it wore a kingly brown burial robe with red suburst etchings. To Allar’s dismay it leaned low and shouted to the ghouls at front. <em>“Mbi aonxkbhi octahobnte nx npexae uem ohn npoceinaiot Leska.”</em></p><p></p><p>Everyone held their breath.</p><p></p><p><em>“Kto to nonyvaer mhe wnary,”</em> the ghoul continued, shoving a lesser ghoul away down the tunnel.</p><p></p><p>Allar readied his sword and moved to support the others in what might be their last defense. When he came up beside Babb, Babb whispered, “Alright, you win.”</p><p></p><p>The speaking ghoul reached into its robe and pulled forth a large bearskull, etched with designs. With both hands it lifted the skull to its face, placing it on like a mask. The rest of the ghouls backed away, seemingly in fear.</p><p></p><p>Allar tensed to leap forward and attack, but Lirensce grabbed him and stopped him, whispering, “Crassus will counter whatever spell he casts.”</p><p></p><p>Glancing quickly behind him, Allar saw the aged wizard watching the ghoul intently, trying to understand its spell being cast in a forgotten tongue. Then, in a flurry of hand gestures, Crassus pulled out a palmful of powder and swirled it in the air, shouting a counter invocation as the ghoul raised a clenched fist. The air thrummed with magic around them, and a wall of flame erupted from the floor between the adventurers and the ghouls.</p><p></p><p>They backed away from the fires, and Babb shouted back, “Nice one, Crassus. Now we’re just going to suffocate.”</p><p></p><p>“That wasn’t my spell, fool,” Crassus snarled. “This door absorbed my counterspell.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I get it.” Babb smiled. He laughed, impressed. “The ghouls don’t need air. Nice trap.”</p><p></p><p>David kicked the Geidon lightly in his shin. “You’re not supposed to be happy that a trap is going to kill us.”</p><p></p><p>“The rest of the ones in this place weren’t that good. Too many previous tomb robbers.” Babb shrugged, then turned and shouted at the ghouls, “We really appreciate your trap!”</p><p></p><p>Lacy smiled, “You’re enjoying this too much.”</p><p></p><p>The group clustered near the door, as far away from the searing flames as possible. The ghoul beneath the bear-skull mask shoved his hands forward, and the wall of flames advanced after them slowly.</p><p></p><p>Allar cringed. “Any ideas?”</p><p></p><p>Babb pointed at the door. “This way leads to only maybe death.”</p><p></p><p>Lirensce sheathed his sword and nodded. “I like those odds.”</p><p></p><p>Allar looked to Crassus. “The door, then?”</p><p></p><p>Crassus hesitated, then saw the wall of fire barely ten feet away and nodded. “Is it trapped?”</p><p></p><p>“Just the anti-magic,” Allar said, grabbing the handle of the door and twisting. “We’re good. I’m practically sure of it.”</p><p></p><p>The door swung open a crack, and frigid air burst outward. The others surged past him, David first with his light talisman, flooding the room with radiance. The floor was covered with simple sand, but the rest of the room gleamed in silver and gold, the walls and ceiling plated with intricately worked metal. There were no other doors, but in the center of the room, thirty feet away, was a heavy gold coffin, surrounded by four unlit torches.</p><p></p><p>At the door, Allar waited for the rest of the group to go through. Over the laughter of the ghouls and the crackling flames of the advancing wall, Allar thought he could hear singing coming from inside the room. He almost stopped, but Lirensce grabbed him and pulled him inside just as the wall of fire reached the doorway. When it entered the chamber, the torches flared to life, and the flaming barrier exploded outward. </p><p></p><p>Allar and Lirensce were knocked off their feet. Allar fell low into the sand, but Lirensce was hurled high through the air, directly toward the coffin.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, that’s definitely a trap,” Babb sighed.</p><p></p><p>The instant Lirensce touched the surface of the coffin, David’s light spell was extinguished. Lirensce screamed, and for the moment they could see before everything went black, the man appeared to be engulfed in flame. A piercing wail shuddered out from the coffin, and the entire room was plunged into darkness.</p><p></p><p>Allar only had time to shout, “David!” when the floor beneath him gave way. He was not sinking into the sand, but instead falling through air, as if the floor beneath the sand had vanished. Reaching out reflexively, he felt his sword strike stone and he grabbed for purchase, halting his fall for a moment. But he couldn’t hold, and he bounced against the wall, not knowing how far or to where. The others also cried out as they fell, and Lirensce’s agonized shrieks echoed over them all.</p><p></p><p>Finally, painfully, Allar’s fall stopped, and he repressed a scream as he felt something pierce his left arm. The wall beside him began to make a grinding sound, stone on stone, and overhead he heard the heavy sound of the room’s door thundering shut.</p><p></p><p>“Light!” he groaned out, trying to reach for his own torches but stuck by whatever had pierced his arm. He flailed with his scimitar, and felt it clang off of metal to one side, stone to another. “Light!”</p><p></p><p>“My magic isn’t working,” David called back, seeming just a few feet away. “God help us.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got a torch,” shouted Lacy’s voice, followed by the sounds of her trying to create a spark. The grinding from the wall was louder, and accompanied by the scraping of blades.</p><p></p><p>A moment later, Babb groaned from the same direction. “Lacy, get off a’ me.”</p><p></p><p>Allar said, “Babb, you alive?”</p><p></p><p>“Unh.”</p><p></p><p>“What about-?”</p><p></p><p>The scraping of blades was close, now, and as a flicker of torchlight pushed away the darkness, Allar saw a whirling mechanism of chains and scythes inches from his face. He cried out and pushed away to the nearest wall, tearing his left arm free from the spike he had landed on, which he only now could see. From across the room, Babb cursed loudly and shoved himself to his feet. He had landed with his shield between him and the rows of spikes, and Lacy atop him. Now, the mechanism of whirling blades was a few feet away from him, extending like a giant slashing arm from an opening in the stone wall. There were several bladed arms spaced across the room, pressing out slowly, slashing so that anything that had fallen between the spikes would be cut to pieces.</p><p></p><p>Allar sprinted to where David had fallen to the floor, between the spikes. He grabbed the Jispin mage and pulled him out of the way just as one of the arms scraped through where he would have been.</p><p></p><p>“We’re trapped,” Lacy shouted, holding up her torch as she and Babb backed away to the far wall. The door out of the room was beyond the range of the torchlight, and the safe space in the room was quickly vanishing. David and Allar were only a dozen feet away from Lacy and Babb, but one of the bladed arms separated them.</p><p></p><p>“This trap is not fun!” Babb growled.</p><p></p><p>David pointed to the wall, where the bladed shafts extended from. He shouted, “If we can stop one of these from spinning, it might break the mechanism!”</p><p></p><p>Babb nodded and braced his shield against his shoulder, then heaved all his weight into the nearest shaft, trying to knock it askew. The room filled with the keening screech of metal rending metal, and Babb fell away in a spray of blood as the blades chewed through his armor and shoulder. Near the room’s wall, however, something snapped, and the scything arm fell free, scraping across the ground wildly and getting caught in the other blade arms.</p><p></p><p>All across the room, the metal arms began to tear free and crash into each other. Beneath them, the stones of the ground cracked, shafts of metal piercing upward as whatever mechanism powered the trap tore itself apart. The ground gave way under Allar, and he leapt for safety, but could not reach solid ground. Lacy dropped her torch and dove to grab him, and for a brief moment, Allar hung in the air. But then the floor beneath her shattered as well, and they fell into darkness.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 1569550, member: 63"] [b][size=4]The Mother of Dreams[/size] [size=3]Episode One: The Song of the Deep, Section I[/size][/b][size=3][/size] “I told you: practically no monsters.” Allar planted the crossguard of his scimitar in the nearest ghoul’s eye, then spun his blade, slashing the creature’s head in two. “And these certainly don’t qualify.” Allar ducked and slashed out a ghoulish knee as beside him, his armor-clad and bull-horned ally Babb rammed his long shield into two ghouls at once. Babb dodged as another ghoul’s claw swept at his face, and then he retaliated, kicking the ghoul in the chest with his hoof. To Allar he boomed, “They’re [i]walking dead[/i]. What do you think counts as a monster?” On Allar’s left side, Lirensce stabbed a ghoul in the chest and replied, “Golems. Chimera. Very irate clowns.” All down the hall, from long abandoned mine tunnels, secret treasure stashes, and shallowly-buried coffins, the horde of rotting undead pressed after the adventurers. Outnumbered, they fled, with Allar, Babb, and Lirensce forming a defensive line of swords the width of the hall, and David, Lacy, and Crassus directing the group down the twisting tunnels of the old tomb. Panting desperately, the three-foot tall David led their retreat, his glowing light talisman revealing the path as fast as his short Jispin legs could carry him. The expedition’s leader, Crassus, shouted directions to the others, his gravely voice strained and nervous. Lacy was mostly quiet except for the occasional incantation as she dropped magical barriers behind them to slow the pursuit of the undead. The whole tomb was riddled with anti-magical wards, and the barriers never lasted long. “I can’t keep this up much longer,” Lacy shouted. “It’s alright,” David gasped from the front. “We’re coming up to a door. Sealed, with sigils in Ragesian. It’s probably trapped.” Angered panic in his voice, Crassus shouted to David, “We’re being overwhelmed. There’s no time to look for traps. Just blast the damned door.” David shook his head. “If we can get inside we’ll have cover. I’m not destroying it.” “I’ll be right there,” Allar called back. A ghoul leapt at Allar and knocked him to the ground, but it was only a moment before Lacy slashed at its face to drive it back, and Babb clove it in two with his sword. Lirensce grabbed Allar by his arm, and he was back up before the swarm of ghouls could take advantage of the opening. “So,” Babb said over the stinking snarls of the ghouls, “undead count as monsters.” A ghoul dove in under Babb’s shield and bit him on the thigh through his plate armor. Babb growled to emphasize his point. Allar slashed it away with his scimitar, then ran to catch up with David, letting Lacy take his place in the line. David pointed at the door, and Allar hurriedly slid up next to it to look for triggers, traps, or other dangers. He could just barely feel the vibration of hostile wards on the door, but he needed time to see just where they were. As he searched he shouted back to Babb, “Undead are a special case. They’re cursed uneasy spirits, not mindless monsters.” Twenty feet away at the defensive line, Babb shield-bashed the nearest ghoul, then hacked through it and the ghoul next to it. “Until I hear one talk, they’re monsters.” Allar kept searching the door, while behind him the sounds of combat dwindled to just the hisses of ghouls and the scrape of their claws on stones. “They’ve stopped,” Lirensce said. “They know we’re trapped.” Allar glanced back, then chuckled weakly. “Obviously too smart to be monsters. Hey Lacy, it’d help if I knew what all these curses and damnations on the door said.” David held up his fire talisman for Allar to see, and he grinned. “This ought to hold them off.” A moment later Lacy was beside him, and Allar felt and heard a distant explosion of fire, followed by shrieks of burning ghouls. He watched Lacy translate the inscriptions, listening to Babb cursing the stench caused by David’s fireball. Lacy whimpered and looked down to Allar. “The door says, ‘Death to all magic.’” Allar quickly stepped away from the door, and Crassus snarled angrily. Lacy shrugged to them. “Heads up!” Babb shouted. Allar looked back to the mass of ghouls blocking their escape, and saw one ghoul shoving its way to the front of the horde. Its body was tense with muscles rotting through emaciated flesh, and it wore a kingly brown burial robe with red suburst etchings. To Allar’s dismay it leaned low and shouted to the ghouls at front. [i]“Mbi aonxkbhi octahobnte nx npexae uem ohn npoceinaiot Leska.”[/i] Everyone held their breath. [i]“Kto to nonyvaer mhe wnary,”[/i] the ghoul continued, shoving a lesser ghoul away down the tunnel. Allar readied his sword and moved to support the others in what might be their last defense. When he came up beside Babb, Babb whispered, “Alright, you win.” The speaking ghoul reached into its robe and pulled forth a large bearskull, etched with designs. With both hands it lifted the skull to its face, placing it on like a mask. The rest of the ghouls backed away, seemingly in fear. Allar tensed to leap forward and attack, but Lirensce grabbed him and stopped him, whispering, “Crassus will counter whatever spell he casts.” Glancing quickly behind him, Allar saw the aged wizard watching the ghoul intently, trying to understand its spell being cast in a forgotten tongue. Then, in a flurry of hand gestures, Crassus pulled out a palmful of powder and swirled it in the air, shouting a counter invocation as the ghoul raised a clenched fist. The air thrummed with magic around them, and a wall of flame erupted from the floor between the adventurers and the ghouls. They backed away from the fires, and Babb shouted back, “Nice one, Crassus. Now we’re just going to suffocate.” “That wasn’t my spell, fool,” Crassus snarled. “This door absorbed my counterspell.” “Oh, I get it.” Babb smiled. He laughed, impressed. “The ghouls don’t need air. Nice trap.” David kicked the Geidon lightly in his shin. “You’re not supposed to be happy that a trap is going to kill us.” “The rest of the ones in this place weren’t that good. Too many previous tomb robbers.” Babb shrugged, then turned and shouted at the ghouls, “We really appreciate your trap!” Lacy smiled, “You’re enjoying this too much.” The group clustered near the door, as far away from the searing flames as possible. The ghoul beneath the bear-skull mask shoved his hands forward, and the wall of flames advanced after them slowly. Allar cringed. “Any ideas?” Babb pointed at the door. “This way leads to only maybe death.” Lirensce sheathed his sword and nodded. “I like those odds.” Allar looked to Crassus. “The door, then?” Crassus hesitated, then saw the wall of fire barely ten feet away and nodded. “Is it trapped?” “Just the anti-magic,” Allar said, grabbing the handle of the door and twisting. “We’re good. I’m practically sure of it.” The door swung open a crack, and frigid air burst outward. The others surged past him, David first with his light talisman, flooding the room with radiance. The floor was covered with simple sand, but the rest of the room gleamed in silver and gold, the walls and ceiling plated with intricately worked metal. There were no other doors, but in the center of the room, thirty feet away, was a heavy gold coffin, surrounded by four unlit torches. At the door, Allar waited for the rest of the group to go through. Over the laughter of the ghouls and the crackling flames of the advancing wall, Allar thought he could hear singing coming from inside the room. He almost stopped, but Lirensce grabbed him and pulled him inside just as the wall of fire reached the doorway. When it entered the chamber, the torches flared to life, and the flaming barrier exploded outward. Allar and Lirensce were knocked off their feet. Allar fell low into the sand, but Lirensce was hurled high through the air, directly toward the coffin. “Oh, that’s definitely a trap,” Babb sighed. The instant Lirensce touched the surface of the coffin, David’s light spell was extinguished. Lirensce screamed, and for the moment they could see before everything went black, the man appeared to be engulfed in flame. A piercing wail shuddered out from the coffin, and the entire room was plunged into darkness. Allar only had time to shout, “David!” when the floor beneath him gave way. He was not sinking into the sand, but instead falling through air, as if the floor beneath the sand had vanished. Reaching out reflexively, he felt his sword strike stone and he grabbed for purchase, halting his fall for a moment. But he couldn’t hold, and he bounced against the wall, not knowing how far or to where. The others also cried out as they fell, and Lirensce’s agonized shrieks echoed over them all. Finally, painfully, Allar’s fall stopped, and he repressed a scream as he felt something pierce his left arm. The wall beside him began to make a grinding sound, stone on stone, and overhead he heard the heavy sound of the room’s door thundering shut. “Light!” he groaned out, trying to reach for his own torches but stuck by whatever had pierced his arm. He flailed with his scimitar, and felt it clang off of metal to one side, stone to another. “Light!” “My magic isn’t working,” David called back, seeming just a few feet away. “God help us.” “I’ve got a torch,” shouted Lacy’s voice, followed by the sounds of her trying to create a spark. The grinding from the wall was louder, and accompanied by the scraping of blades. A moment later, Babb groaned from the same direction. “Lacy, get off a’ me.” Allar said, “Babb, you alive?” “Unh.” “What about-?” The scraping of blades was close, now, and as a flicker of torchlight pushed away the darkness, Allar saw a whirling mechanism of chains and scythes inches from his face. He cried out and pushed away to the nearest wall, tearing his left arm free from the spike he had landed on, which he only now could see. From across the room, Babb cursed loudly and shoved himself to his feet. He had landed with his shield between him and the rows of spikes, and Lacy atop him. Now, the mechanism of whirling blades was a few feet away from him, extending like a giant slashing arm from an opening in the stone wall. There were several bladed arms spaced across the room, pressing out slowly, slashing so that anything that had fallen between the spikes would be cut to pieces. Allar sprinted to where David had fallen to the floor, between the spikes. He grabbed the Jispin mage and pulled him out of the way just as one of the arms scraped through where he would have been. “We’re trapped,” Lacy shouted, holding up her torch as she and Babb backed away to the far wall. The door out of the room was beyond the range of the torchlight, and the safe space in the room was quickly vanishing. David and Allar were only a dozen feet away from Lacy and Babb, but one of the bladed arms separated them. “This trap is not fun!” Babb growled. David pointed to the wall, where the bladed shafts extended from. He shouted, “If we can stop one of these from spinning, it might break the mechanism!” Babb nodded and braced his shield against his shoulder, then heaved all his weight into the nearest shaft, trying to knock it askew. The room filled with the keening screech of metal rending metal, and Babb fell away in a spray of blood as the blades chewed through his armor and shoulder. Near the room’s wall, however, something snapped, and the scything arm fell free, scraping across the ground wildly and getting caught in the other blade arms. All across the room, the metal arms began to tear free and crash into each other. Beneath them, the stones of the ground cracked, shafts of metal piercing upward as whatever mechanism powered the trap tore itself apart. The ground gave way under Allar, and he leapt for safety, but could not reach solid ground. Lacy dropped her torch and dove to grab him, and for a brief moment, Allar hung in the air. But then the floor beneath her shattered as well, and they fell into darkness. [/QUOTE]
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