Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is LIVE! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Order of Initiative in: "Just a Simple Escort"
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="tariff" data-source="post: 2850583" data-attributes="member: 18635"><p><strong>LEUCROTTA ATTACK</strong></p><p>The party travels on down the Moonsea Ride. The mood is somber. For several days hardly a word is said. The snow continues to fall, the cold seeps into the bones of the party. Rizzit particularly hates the cold.</p><p></p><p>One afternoon the party hears a shout from somewhere to the west.. "Please dont hurt me....Please please" It was a mans voice.</p><p></p><p>Rizzit and Coleridge ride toward the source of the noise. There are many trees in the area, large outcrops of rock and the heavy snowfall obscures their vision.</p><p>Sparhawk looks to the west trying to determine where the voice came from "Show yourself neighbour, we mean you no harm"</p><p>The party hear the voice again "No...NO...i dont want to DIE!!!"</p><p>"The glare off this snow, i can't see a damned thing" says Coleridge, his eyes scanning the area.</p><p>Beltain rides after Coleridge and Rizzit. He follows the sound of the voice. Hum "yes...it came pretty much directly west of you... not that far" he thinks, He makes a hand gesture to those who can see him indicating the direction and with his thumb and forefinger indicates it isn't that far.</p><p>Feng stands firm in the back of the wagon. Walter and Dierdre cower down “Oh what now…WHAT NOW!” Walters voice trembles. Feng calmly strings his bow and nocks an arrow. “I'll stay back here - it is not beyond the most primitive of ambushes to try to draw off the enemy with a ruse to loot their baggage train - I'll stay here!” the Barbarian shouts.</p><p>Feng scans the area. He spots a creature to the east, The opposite direction to where Beltain, Rizzit and Coleridge had ridden. It stands behind a tree...he’s never seen one of these beasts before.</p><p></p><p>Feng begins a dance of savage joy. “Its over there!” He points his bow in the direction of the beast. The mighty bow creaks as the barbarian's mighty thews compress the limbs into a semi-circle.</p><p>He looks down at the cowering Walter and Dierdre “Stay down little ones - I don't want my arra to take yer heads orf!”</p><p>Limara spots another of the creatures to the west, behind a tree Beltain is heading toward..to late!..it steps out.</p><p>Beltain is convinced that the strange creatures mean the party harm and wonders where the distressed man is now. Has he escaped?.</p><p>Limara shouts "These are new to me too, they are attacking with intelligence, they are trying a flanking maneuver"</p><p>“So - Feng gets to see what their brains look like!” shouts back Feng.</p><p>Sparhawk looks this way and that from the back of Faran, assessing the beasts, his military mind taking stock of their actions and movements</p><p>"What manner of beasts are these?, never have mine eyes seen the like, nor have i heard tell of such things"</p><p>"I'm afraid i do not recognize these creatures either" says Coleridge.</p><p>"Can anyone see the man they were trying to kill?" calls Beltain</p><p></p><p>Feng fires his bow at the Leucrotta that is near Beltain. The arrow thuds into the snow about 10ft infront of him. The barbarian flings the bow from the wagon in disgust. “I was never meant to be an archer!”</p><p>Beltain shouts back to Feng “I can remember when you were always at the front in any fight. Dealing it out, rage burning - come to mention it didn't you have an axe, someone's bane?”</p><p>"Fear not Beltain! Laskur's Bane feasts today!"</p><p>"What are you going to do.... throw it ?, or does it have an extendable handle..." mutters Limara.</p><p></p><p><strong>ENTER NOSNIBOR</strong></p><p>The partys attention is yanked away from the Leucrotta's when they see a burst of magic. Swirling colors, magical sparkles..At the center is a very tall and gaunt elf with short brown hair and strangely unfocusing yellow eyes, his surprisingly large and pointy ears (even for an elf) are stuffed bulgingly under the woolly Bobble hat that is pulled tightly over his slightly too large head. His face, though obviously young in elven terms, is creased with laughter lines around the eyes, and with the dazzling smile that that almost constantly adorns his features. He clutches an icicle. As the swirling dissipates you see a horse on the ground, at least you think its a horse, the poor thing has been almost turned inside out. The elf speaks "Blackmore! Please don't nudge the Wizards arm like that! He'll Miscast it." Suddenly he looks down and see's the horse "ROBINSON!!"</p><p>"Now theres something you dont see every day" Sparhawk states with a raised eyebrow</p><p>Walter peers out of the wagon "What the hell??????....WERE DOOMED I TELL YA!"</p><p> The Wizard Nosnibor looks down at the disgusting mess that may or may not have once been a Horse. His face takes on a brief anguish, is eyes cloud with Tears. "Oh Robinson! Not again." Then the grief quickly seems to be replaced by a piqued interest. "I wonder why that is?" He mutters to himself. The Gangling elf then looks up and notices his surroundings. "Oh crikey! It's still Snowing. " He turns around to look back into the Vortex as it starts to suddenly vanish. "You're supposed to send us somewhere hot! " He yells at the diminishing astral spiral. He then looks around at the Combat taking place. "Oh fiddlesticks. I say? Are you chaps in trouble?"</p><p>Beltain shouts to the strange stranger "Hail, Sir Elf" calls Beltain "From your strange magic I can not tell if you are friend or foes. Who are you and do you come to combat or to aid us?"</p><p>"Yes neighbour it doth still snow...as for are we in trouble? well that remains to be seen as yet, t'will not be the first time for this party" Sparhawk says to the strange appearing wizard</p><p>"Ohhh. You a party of brave adventurers about some daring do?" replies the stranger.</p><p>Limara shouts to him "It depends on what you call trouble .... by the way, I'd defend yourself if i were you, we are under attack from these beasts.." She points to the leucrotta.</p><p>"Great a wizard, its going to be good talking to someone with brains in there head instead of their ass for a change" says Rizzit.</p><p>"Thanks a bunch Rizzit, we love you too!" shouts back Beltain "And this to a bloke who has just reduced his horse to a pile of goo. Don't raise your hopes too high!"</p><p>Coleridge loads his crossbow in readiness and breaks in to a rousing song, inspiring courage in his allies.</p><p>The Leucrotta closes on Beltain, it opens its mouth, a mans voice is heard, the same voice the party heard earlier "Nooo Arrrrgggghhhhh"</p><p>Beltain dismounts drawing his sword and hits out at the beast. He hits it for (9) damage.</p><p>Beltain finally twigs - "These creatures can mimic a persons voice" he gasps in surprise</p><p>Beltain’s steed Acer, panics and turns and runs away from the Leucrotta, scared to death of this ugly creature. As the horse flees the Leucrotta tears a huge chunk of flesh out of the hind of the fleeing horse, it collapses, dead i the snow.</p><p>"<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />" says Beltain and goes pale!</p><p>Rizzit moves his hands in arcane patterns. An invisible, tower shield sized mobile disc of force hovers infront of Rizzit. "Not a good day to be a horse" he says.</p><p>The eastern Leucrotta runs forward to Limara. Limara draws her sword and attempts to hit the beast from the back of Venom Blood. Limara crashes her blade down on the creatures head slashing deep into its flesh. (11 dmg) She glances over at her fellow cleric as the creature recovers from the strike...." Bel , ...oh no ... your horse... "</p><p>“That was a nice hit Princess" Beltain calls to Limara "But I think that I'm in for a load of walking in the near future"</p><p>Sparhawk slams down his visor and kicks his heels into Farans flanks , as his trusted steed accelerates towards its target Sparhawk levels his lance at his foe. His lance deeply pierces the Leucrotta that is attacking Limara (20dmg)</p><p>The stranger speaks again "I do believe that these strange and fearsome beasts are capable of mimicking the voices of their victims to lure unknowing travelers to their dooms. What a dreadfully clever technique. I wonder if their ability is based in intelligence or in a natural, yet base animal, survival mechanism? It's such a same that we cannot capture one for further study. Oh well, at least we can study how many magic missiles it takes to make one stop working. Do not be of poor cheers oh brave adventurers. The Wizard Nosnibor with assist you in your defence. We'll jolly well chase these mummers from these parts and never more will they blight this road with their parodistic proclivities."</p><p>The Wizard Nosnibor moves his hand in arcane patterns and two missiles of force fly from his fingers, hitting the badly wounded Leucrotta. (5 dmg), still the Leucrotta stands "With my magic Missile and it's Bristle of a Thistle. I'll turn this beastie into lumps of chewy gristle. SHAZZAMM!"</p><p>“Ahh good old magic missile, my favorite as well" says Rizzit.</p><p>Limara looks over at the mage with a dead horse at his feet, "and you sir whoever you are, we thank you for your support in ridding the countryside of these foul beasts."</p><p>Beltain looks at the dead horse at his feet "It appears Sir Mage that we have more than one thing in common" he chuckles</p><p>The Wizard Nosnibor replies "The loss of a pet and indeed a companion is a grievous blow to take. I hope my fellow adventurers who are following me through the portal do not have a similar destiny." The elf briefly looks back at where the portal used to be. "Oh dear. The portal seems to have gone. This is a concern."</p><p>Beltain glances over to the elf, a concern for his companions or for himself, he wonders....</p><p>Feng glares with dislike at the elf “A wizard? An Elf?…A <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />in' ELF!!!!” Feng snatches his Greataxe and vaults over the cart to land in the snow. “A <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />IN' WIZARD!”</p><p>Feng mutters angrily and begins to work himself into a frenzy. "FENG IS HERE!"</p><p>"Oooh. You have a Kobold AND a Half-Orc in your company? How marvelous! I absolutely adore the Draconic and Goblinoid races! They are simply delightful! And that one speaks authentic frontier orcish Patois. And what a positive brute of a specimen he is! Oh this is simply splendid. And Mister Kobold Sir? Did you indicate that you are a fellow of the Wizardly arts? Or perhaps a Sorcerer? How super it is to meet you." Says The Wizard Nosnibor. He looks at the growling Feng with a slightly worried eye.</p><p>".I do hope your demi-goblinoid confederate is not offended by my Wizardly presence. Please dear fellows be assured that i pose no risk of menace or omen of ill tidings. Though i must confess myself to be confused by my arrival in this frigid and apparently inhospitable place when my transporter was given specific instructions as to the temperate nature of my destination."</p><p>"...FENG....HELP BELTAIN NOW.... HE NEEDS YOUR HELP.........Please.." Limara shouts, her voice softening towards the end.</p><p>"Thanks, Princess" calls Beltain "Limara is right, I could do with some help over here - if you can make it!"</p><p>Rizzit replies to Nosnibor "You are a very perceptive and obviously clever elf, its an honour to meet you, I am indeed a sorcerer. I also have the blood of a true dragon in the my veins, it seems as I progress in my quest I am starting to see changes in my body, already I may sit within a fire and not be burnt. The time is close now when I must perform my Draconic right of passage. He continues without taking a breath “You must show me more of your magics friend, you may have noticed I am now protected my a magical shield, a great spell if there are mages who may use magic missile to ham you" Rizzit goes on and on and on seemingly lost in his own world, one without inside out horses and big bitey things</p><p></p><p>Coleridge continues his poem as he wheels his horse round the trees to advance on the creature near Beltain </p><p><em>"Frost's fingers withdrew and let go of the world"</em></p><p><em>"Winter's heart was melting away"</em></p><p><em>"When the wizard appeared and his magic unfurled"</em></p><p><em>"Reaching out to lighten our day"</em></p><p></p><p>"Oooh. Thats was a Lovely Poem. Are you a Bard? Do you know Koombahyah?" says Nosnibor.</p><p>Coleridge unleashes a bolt as he approaches more to distract the beast from Beltain than with any real hope of hitting it. The bolt flies true however, causing the Leucrotta (10) damage.</p><p>"Ouch. Nice shot. That will make that mimicking menace think twice about attacking honest travelers again." says Nosnibor.</p><p>The Leucrotta infront of Beltain bites at the cleric. Its jaws clamp down on Beltains arm for (14) damage.</p><p>Beltain pauses blood seeping from the deep marks of the Leucrotta's attack. He sways, visibly weakened by the attack "Damn the thing" he gasps "I sure has a fearsome bite. Thanks Feng; I could do with some help, this thing seems to find it easy to hit me and it sure packs a wallop!"</p><p>The other Leucrotta bites at Sparhawk, but misses.</p><p>Beltain steps back, thinks of Correllon, his lord, and a longsword made of pure force springs into existence. It strikes at the Leucrotta but fails to hit.</p><p>Rizzit targets the Leucrotta attacking Beltain. A fiery ray shots out from Rizzits hand, but it misses the Leucrotta. “Damn snow!!..blinded me” curses Rizzit. "I think its best to stick with magic missiles Mr Wizzard for now,this snow is throwing off my aim"</p><p>Limara swings her sword again at the Leucrotta attacking her and Sparhawk. She hits (10 dmg).</p><p> Sparhawk stabs with his lance the same Leucrotta. He hits for (5 dmg)</p><p>"Hold on Beltain!…Feng comes!" A huge vein begins to pulse in Fengs Forehead. " 'N UP YOURS WITH A WIRE BRUSH, WIZARD!"</p><p>"Whats your problem Feng ??...what has this wizard done to you ?" asks Limara.</p><p> Feng grits his teeth "Limara, I was killed by a <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />in' wizard!..I hated them before that, but now? - First things, first".</p><p>"...was it this wizard ?... " replies Limara.</p><p>"Theyre all cowardly bastards!" spits Feng.</p><p>"I hope that doesnt include me" Rizzit says sadly, tears beginning to well up</p><p>"You should judge an individual not a profession...and you're the one leaning against the wagon.." says Limara. She continues "...there are many that judge all half-orcs as dirt , and many more that judge gruumsh followers as scum... We all judged you as Feng, nothing else, and we have got along fine. In fact i think we are all starting to make a great team. I do not ask you to change your opinion of mages but Feng, please, can you try and curb your doubts. Look at it this way.... none of us had a problem with rangers , but Poacher was probably the biggest tosser any one of us have ever met !!""</p><p>Beltain says "Don't worry about the magic users Feng, isn't little Rizzit your best mate in the party? We will judge Mr Bobble hat by his actions, right now there is work to be done!"</p><p>Feng spits back "Rizzit is a sorcerer. There are great differences between sorcerers and Wizards - but for the good of all here, I'll try to curb my natural disgust. The teachings of Gruumsh will be a little harder to square with the continued presence of an elf"</p><p>"I suggest that you keep your religious bigotry to your thoughts, i haven't pressed my beliefs onto anyone, nor has Beltain or anyone else and i expect you to do the same....i dont think its a can o worms you want to open.."</p><p>Beltain says "I'm sure there is no bigotry in our differing religious thoughts, Princess, just alternative views of the world that we live in. We respect everyone's right to take their own path providing that the path doesn't not conflict with the party or members aspirations..."</p><p>"a fair point Bel, bigotry is too strong a word to use.. i withdraw it... " replies Limara.</p><p>"Look, I don't want to labour this, but I've seen what can await us if we do not serve our god as we should.... being dead has one advantage". Says Feng.</p><p></p><p>A cat sticks his head out of the pocket of Nosnibor’s robe, it jumps down to the snow.</p><p>Nosnibor releases two more magic missiles. They impact on the Leucrotta attacking Sparhawk and Limara, they cause (6) damage, but still the beast lives.</p><p>The Wizard Nosnibor speaks "Noble Orc of mixed race i vervently apologize for the sins that have obviously been perpetrated upon you my other of my profession who who have been both less moral in their choices of action and less sensible in their choices of foe, for it is plain to me that you are a warrior of great passion and fearsome abilities. For my own part i have never found the the demi-orc bretheren of this world to be anything other than robust and loyal companions in battle and in matters of adventure. And i do not see that there will be any reason to change my opinions about you from the brief time i have observed your defence of these good people against these foul beasts. I my my own part can only ask you both humbly and respectfully to allow your opinions of my self to be judged upon my actions and not upon the actions of others of my profession or race whom you have taken umbrage with in the past. If however this cannot be the case with you I will of coarse take my leave of your group once the situation has been made safe for all. Though i would ask if i may be allowed to converse briefly with your fellows with the intent of find my barings."</p><p></p><p>Feng chews his words as if he'd like to spit 'em over a bush before answering the Wizard. “Keep humble, respectful and polite - and don't even attempt any spell that ain’t involved with killin' these ferals, and you just might live to finish the conversation with my companions, here.” Feng moves toward the Leucrotta attacking Beltain.</p><p>Coleridge allows his crossbow to fall from his hands and takes up the fifth wind, the double flute the party had found fairly recently, in a strange ogres lair. He continues with his poem before attempting to use the flute for the first time </p><p></p><p><em>"He did tricks to amaze, astound and delight"</em></p><p><em>"in a world every moment less real."</em></p><p><em>"He kept us enthralled well into the night"</em></p><p><em>"with the incredible and the surreal."</em></p><p></p><p>Coleridge plays the double flute. He blasts the area with a tremendous cacophony. The Leucrotta seems unaffected.</p><p>"I say. He's awfully talented isn't he Pussy? I wonder if he'll sing songs to you?" Says Nosnibor to his cat.</p><p>The leucrotta turns and moves fast, circling round toward Coleridge..it bites at the bard. Its powerful jaws buries deep in Coleridge’s flesh (13 dmg).</p><p>The second Leucrotta turns and snaps at Limara, but fails to connect.</p><p>"Damn! That thing ain't daft - I either need running shoes or a longer handle on my axe - 'cos it's keeping out of range of Laskur's Bane" Feng bellows a challenge at the Leucrotta.</p><p>Coleridge grunts in pain and turns to spit blood at the creature before continuing his poem</p><p><em>"The village welcomed him into its heart"</em></p><p><em>"and extended its invitation to stay."</em></p><p><em>"Till one day he woke and declared he must part"</em></p><p><em>"then swiftly and smoothly vanished away."</em></p><p></p><p>Beltain takes out a scroll and reads it, curing himself of some of the damage. His Spiritual Weapons hits out at the same time. It hits, hurting the Leucrotta for (9 dmg).</p><p>Beltain, feeling some relief, gives Limara a brilliant smile "Maybe our fortune is looking up" he calls.</p><p>"This creature here is nearly slain... we should be able to assist you soon." Shouts back Limara.</p><p>Rizzit unleashes two magic missiles on the Leucrotta attacking Coleridge. Both missiles slam into the ugly beast for (7 dmg).“Nice shots Rizzit!” exclaims Beltain.</p><p>"Thanks, at least those hit it" replies the kobold.</p><p>Limara slashes down on the Leucrotta her and Sparhawk are tackling. Her blade is true and hits for (7 dmg). The leucrotta is slain. Limara rides over to Beltain.</p><p>"Good hit Limara" Sparhawk congratulates the cleric then pulls on Farans reins to head towards the next target.</p><p>"Nice hit, Princess" calls Beltain as Limara's blow fells the Leucrotta, his gaze lingers admiringly on her as she rides toward him.</p><p>Beltain calls to Nosnibor "Hail, sir elf, a missile of the magic kind would be useful here too, if you have them still. I think our beast has it in mind to flee!"</p><p>"Alas fair adventurers i have no more ability to cast another magic missile than an empty wine skin has the ability to bring intoxication. Sadly i am empty. However a rolling sphere of flame may suffice, i think we're just in range. Fingers crossed Pussy my dear." Nosnibor moves his hands in arcane patterns. A burning globe of fire appears right on the last Leucrotta. The Leucrotta dodges the ball of fire, but the ball of flame remains hovering and burning..</p><p>"Crikey! Those Leucrotta are a bit nifty on the move. I'll try my best to catch it soon with my confligatory bouncy ball. I do hope it doesn't get in the way of you melee chaps. What's that Pussy? Oh! I do say, you're right. I haven't introduced my self. How rude. My old Aunty Beryl always said to me: Don't be cheeky! Don't Be Rude. So i beg your humble apologies. I am The Wizard Nosnibor. A traveler from the far off world of Cerilia. I am the former Court Magician to the Baron of Rhoesone and Pussy here is the former Minister of Cat affairs. I am honoured to make the acquaintance of all of you brave chaps, and fair maidens. What's that Pussy? Oh. Yes. Perhaps i should wait until after the fight."</p><p></p><p>Coleridge urges his horse forward a small distance away from the beast. He continues his verse, but changes the inflection of his voice slightly causing some of his wounds to heal.</p><p><em>"The next spring as we dealt with the annual snow's melt,"</em></p><p><em>"in the gradually brightening weather,"</em></p><p><em>"the magician, still tanned and healthy and svelte,"</em></p><p><em>"came striding on out of the heather."</em></p><p></p><p>"Actually, noble wizard" says Beltain, still not sure how to take the cheerful elf, "I am somewhat interested in the Arcane Arts, perhaps you could share your experiences sometime?"</p><p>The Leucrotta bites at Feng as the barbarian runs toward it waving his axe. Its powerfull jaws clamp onto the barbarian, hurting him. (14 dmg).</p><p>Beltain watches as his Spiritual weapon hits the beast hard (12 dmg). The spiritual weapon fades..</p><p>Rizzit launches two more magic missiles, they hit for (4 dmg), but still the creature stands.</p><p>Feng howls! “Let me hit the soddin' thing! Mine! Mine! Mine!"</p><p>Limara slashes her blade across the face of the last Leucrotta, she cuts it for (8 dmg).</p><p>Sparhawk rides over and thrusts his lance at the injured beast. It pierces for (10 dmg). The Leucrotta slumps bleeding into the snow.</p><p>"Feng, you really need to get a warhorse.. or something equivalent..." she says.</p><p></p><p>Sparhawk looks at the dead beast, then at his companions around him..."Shall we go and see what the guy in the funny hat is all about neighbours?" he says quietly</p><p>"Well comrades, we did well there these beasts take a lot of killing and" says Beltain, looking down at his partly healed wounds, "Can also deal out a lot of damage" He gives a sigh "I guess you are right Sir Sparhawk. It is time to question the elf who can out-talk Rizzit." he continues almost in a whisper " .......... If we have the stamina for it..."</p><p>Beltain walks back to Acer to check that there is nothing he can do for the brave beast. Sadly he removes the leather bridle, saddle and the rest of the tackle and stows it on the wagon.</p><p>"Well fought my friends... Sorry for your loss Beltain" Coleridge glances over at Acer and Robinson "not a good day to be a horse" Coleridge shifts in his saddle, wincing from the leucrotta bite, and urges his horse back towards the path and on to meet the new arrival</p><p>The Wizard Nosnibor smiles “Well. That was a trill! Cripes Pussy, this world surely is awfully adventuresome." The gangley Elf wanders over to his cat and picks him up, starting over towards the party as he strokes it lovingly.</p><p></p><p>"SO. As i was saying. My name is the Wizard Nosnibor, originally of the land of Cerilia. I believe from the quick calculations that i've made in my head that i appear to have been misteleported. Mmmmmm. Perhaps the Teleporting Wizard got tha Thaumaturgic Differential Angle equated wrongly. I hope the others are safe. From the looks of it this could still be Icewind Dale. Could one of you chaps, or chapettes please inform me of my where abouts? If that isn't too impolite a question to ask so early in our relationship?</p><p>As he wanders towards the party The Wizard Nosnibor looks towards Beltain earnestly. "If you have any question of an arcane nature i would be only too happy to answer them for you brave adventurer. Though with an obviously talented Sorcerer in your midsts i find it hard to fathom that there are any questions i with my learning can answer that he with his innate talent cannot."</p><p>Coleridge says "Greetings to you Nosnibor" nods towards the wizard "my name is Coleridge, it would appear you are correct in assuming your teleportation has gone awry, you are no longer in Icewind Dale... these are the lands of Cormyr.. we are on the road to Suzail but are still some distance off from that destination. I must thank you for your aid in our recent combat.. and it is nice to meet another of such eloquence i'm somewhat of a wordsmith myself" smiles at the elf “and although you may not have arrived at your correct destination, it appears you have faired better than your horse"</p><p>"OOh. Really? How fascinating? “ replies Nosnibor “So this is not in the frigid north? But in the temperate zone in winter? Well that it's self is some consolation. I do hope the rest of my party get to hotter climes safely. I'd be horrified if poor Blackmore was turned inside out like Robinson. As for my eloquence fair Minstrel, you do me much honour, as unworthy as i am to receive it. When your scintillating web of hypnotic verse is being played mere prose is likened unto cattle trying to emulate the majesty of the Noble Griffon."</p><p>Coleridge chuckles "It appears you have something of the bard in you yourself, where were you originally headed ,my fine elf, before your impromptu appearance here?"</p><p>The Wizard Nosnibor nods at Coleridge "After arriving in the world from my own i adventured with a Noble company in that far North. Our intent was to travel to more hospitable climes after spending my months in the cold. However, as you have said that plan has gone awry. If my Noble companions are not to follow me, and with my Noble steed alas transmogrified into an unridable state i find myself at somewhat of a loss. I am, my dear sir, a stranger in a strange land. To coin an overly used aphorism. And i may just be at your mercy, to coin another."</p><p>"Well let us hope your companions had better fortune in their transference and have not suffered a similar fate to your poor mount... Mayhap it is serendipity that has brought you here to this place and time and you have some purpose to serve here" Coleridge cocks his head and a half smile plays across his lips "I myself would have no issue with you joining us until we reach another pocket of civilization, or until you divine what that purpose may be"</p><p>Coleridge ackowledges his companions with a nod of his head " the decision is not mine alone however, and we shall have to see what the rest of my companions feel. Probably best you are a bit wary around Feng, he's the half-orc gentleman over there, he doesn't appear to like you much and is somewhat quick to anger and less than cerebral in his methods of dealing with problems.. but he is a stalwart ally none-the-less"</p><p>"You tentative offer is most kind fair Coleridge. And it was well meant. I would be honoured to travel with you troupe, however i see that you work in a most fair and democratic manner and thus will obviously only impose myself upon you if your companions deem it allowable. As to my own skills i can manipulate Thaumaturgic energys to a passing degree, i am an avid amateur chef and would happily spice up your trail rations and would take up little space up in your wagon. But of coarse, i should not try to influence you. You must decide what is best with you comrades."</p><p>Rizzit chatters "I would love to have you along Mr Nosnibor, another practitioner of the arcane arts would be a welcome addition to our numbers. With our combined firepower nothing can stand in our way"</p><p>Beltain speaks "I would welcome you sir, if you would perhaps give me some instruction in the mystic arts. And perhaps relate the latest goings on in the world of elves?"</p><p>"I would be happy to facilitate your instruction in Thaumaturgy sir. Though i would count it as neither mystical or artistry. The genesis of the divine power that you yourself wield, if i am not mistaken, is more based in mysticism and art. Wizardry is more a practical manipulation of the thaumaturgic rules of the universe. More a knowledge than an art if the truth be told. Though again i reiterate that if you require instruction i would be happy to oblige."</p><p></p><p>Beltain nods "A deep theological point, Sir Elf, perhaps the divine power is based on the mysteries but I would not have said the mystic. But we debate too much, your offer is gladly accepted and I would apprecaite your tuition in the mystic (to me at least) thaumaturgic rules of the cosmos. I welcome your company"</p><p>"Well met then sir. I hope i can find as warming a welcome from your companions as i have from yourself and the Lyrical Coleridge."</p><p>Beltain goes and sits in the wagon. It is very crowded and uncomfortable with four of them in it. Himself, Feng, Walter and Dierdre.</p><p> Sparhawk walks Faran back towards the newcomer , his lance held high resting in his stirrup "Hail and well met 'the wizard Nosnibor' I am Sir Sparhawk , knight of The Garison to the Throne of Athkatla, my trusted steed is Faran. Twould appear luck favours you this day, we are currently upon an escort mission and I for one hath no problem with you joining with us until you find your feet so to speak"</p><p>"Lets move out and talk on the road" says Rizzit.</p><p>"For <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />'s sake! Is it too much to ask to allow me to kill something?” moans Feng. “ I let it bite me, so I could at least rif it's froat out - but no, everyone on a fast horse horns in on my action. Bastard!. Lim, you are right - I'm gonna have to buy me a steed of some sort - this being left behind all the time is getting old.</p><p>Oh, and good hitting, all. You must all tell me what it felt like".</p><p>Feng bites down savagely on his knuckles until he draws blood. Feng whispers to himself "They steal my kill, then expect me to trail along with a elvish wizard. Still - this situation may have it's advantage after all.</p><p>Feng waves his axe around his head in an expansive gesture “FENG WELCOMES THE ELF WIZARD!”</p><p>"Greetings Nosnibor, i am Limara, a cleric of the Red Knight. It sounds like your friends spell misfired somehow . I would also be happy for you to join us in our journey. " says Limara. "Feng, i didnt mean to steal your thunder..." she smiles. "Here let me cure your wounds to make up for it"</p><p></p><p><img src="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/tariff/Leucrottafight.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p></p><p></p><p><img src="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/tariff/EnterNosnibor.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>Below is a Link to the "Nosnibor Letters", its much better written than this...check it out <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=161789" target="_blank">THE NOSNIBOR LETTERS</a></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="tariff, post: 2850583, member: 18635"] [B]LEUCROTTA ATTACK[/B] The party travels on down the Moonsea Ride. The mood is somber. For several days hardly a word is said. The snow continues to fall, the cold seeps into the bones of the party. Rizzit particularly hates the cold. One afternoon the party hears a shout from somewhere to the west.. "Please dont hurt me....Please please" It was a mans voice. Rizzit and Coleridge ride toward the source of the noise. There are many trees in the area, large outcrops of rock and the heavy snowfall obscures their vision. Sparhawk looks to the west trying to determine where the voice came from "Show yourself neighbour, we mean you no harm" The party hear the voice again "No...NO...i dont want to DIE!!!" "The glare off this snow, i can't see a damned thing" says Coleridge, his eyes scanning the area. Beltain rides after Coleridge and Rizzit. He follows the sound of the voice. Hum "yes...it came pretty much directly west of you... not that far" he thinks, He makes a hand gesture to those who can see him indicating the direction and with his thumb and forefinger indicates it isn't that far. Feng stands firm in the back of the wagon. Walter and Dierdre cower down “Oh what now…WHAT NOW!” Walters voice trembles. Feng calmly strings his bow and nocks an arrow. “I'll stay back here - it is not beyond the most primitive of ambushes to try to draw off the enemy with a ruse to loot their baggage train - I'll stay here!” the Barbarian shouts. Feng scans the area. He spots a creature to the east, The opposite direction to where Beltain, Rizzit and Coleridge had ridden. It stands behind a tree...he’s never seen one of these beasts before. Feng begins a dance of savage joy. “Its over there!” He points his bow in the direction of the beast. The mighty bow creaks as the barbarian's mighty thews compress the limbs into a semi-circle. He looks down at the cowering Walter and Dierdre “Stay down little ones - I don't want my arra to take yer heads orf!” Limara spots another of the creatures to the west, behind a tree Beltain is heading toward..to late!..it steps out. Beltain is convinced that the strange creatures mean the party harm and wonders where the distressed man is now. Has he escaped?. Limara shouts "These are new to me too, they are attacking with intelligence, they are trying a flanking maneuver" “So - Feng gets to see what their brains look like!” shouts back Feng. Sparhawk looks this way and that from the back of Faran, assessing the beasts, his military mind taking stock of their actions and movements "What manner of beasts are these?, never have mine eyes seen the like, nor have i heard tell of such things" "I'm afraid i do not recognize these creatures either" says Coleridge. "Can anyone see the man they were trying to kill?" calls Beltain Feng fires his bow at the Leucrotta that is near Beltain. The arrow thuds into the snow about 10ft infront of him. The barbarian flings the bow from the wagon in disgust. “I was never meant to be an archer!” Beltain shouts back to Feng “I can remember when you were always at the front in any fight. Dealing it out, rage burning - come to mention it didn't you have an axe, someone's bane?” "Fear not Beltain! Laskur's Bane feasts today!" "What are you going to do.... throw it ?, or does it have an extendable handle..." mutters Limara. [B]ENTER NOSNIBOR[/B] The partys attention is yanked away from the Leucrotta's when they see a burst of magic. Swirling colors, magical sparkles..At the center is a very tall and gaunt elf with short brown hair and strangely unfocusing yellow eyes, his surprisingly large and pointy ears (even for an elf) are stuffed bulgingly under the woolly Bobble hat that is pulled tightly over his slightly too large head. His face, though obviously young in elven terms, is creased with laughter lines around the eyes, and with the dazzling smile that that almost constantly adorns his features. He clutches an icicle. As the swirling dissipates you see a horse on the ground, at least you think its a horse, the poor thing has been almost turned inside out. The elf speaks "Blackmore! Please don't nudge the Wizards arm like that! He'll Miscast it." Suddenly he looks down and see's the horse "ROBINSON!!" "Now theres something you dont see every day" Sparhawk states with a raised eyebrow Walter peers out of the wagon "What the hell??????....WERE DOOMED I TELL YA!" The Wizard Nosnibor looks down at the disgusting mess that may or may not have once been a Horse. His face takes on a brief anguish, is eyes cloud with Tears. "Oh Robinson! Not again." Then the grief quickly seems to be replaced by a piqued interest. "I wonder why that is?" He mutters to himself. The Gangling elf then looks up and notices his surroundings. "Oh crikey! It's still Snowing. " He turns around to look back into the Vortex as it starts to suddenly vanish. "You're supposed to send us somewhere hot! " He yells at the diminishing astral spiral. He then looks around at the Combat taking place. "Oh fiddlesticks. I say? Are you chaps in trouble?" Beltain shouts to the strange stranger "Hail, Sir Elf" calls Beltain "From your strange magic I can not tell if you are friend or foes. Who are you and do you come to combat or to aid us?" "Yes neighbour it doth still snow...as for are we in trouble? well that remains to be seen as yet, t'will not be the first time for this party" Sparhawk says to the strange appearing wizard "Ohhh. You a party of brave adventurers about some daring do?" replies the stranger. Limara shouts to him "It depends on what you call trouble .... by the way, I'd defend yourself if i were you, we are under attack from these beasts.." She points to the leucrotta. "Great a wizard, its going to be good talking to someone with brains in there head instead of their ass for a change" says Rizzit. "Thanks a bunch Rizzit, we love you too!" shouts back Beltain "And this to a bloke who has just reduced his horse to a pile of goo. Don't raise your hopes too high!" Coleridge loads his crossbow in readiness and breaks in to a rousing song, inspiring courage in his allies. The Leucrotta closes on Beltain, it opens its mouth, a mans voice is heard, the same voice the party heard earlier "Nooo Arrrrgggghhhhh" Beltain dismounts drawing his sword and hits out at the beast. He hits it for (9) damage. Beltain finally twigs - "These creatures can mimic a persons voice" he gasps in surprise Beltain’s steed Acer, panics and turns and runs away from the Leucrotta, scared to death of this ugly creature. As the horse flees the Leucrotta tears a huge chunk of flesh out of the hind of the fleeing horse, it collapses, dead i the snow. ":):):):)" says Beltain and goes pale! Rizzit moves his hands in arcane patterns. An invisible, tower shield sized mobile disc of force hovers infront of Rizzit. "Not a good day to be a horse" he says. The eastern Leucrotta runs forward to Limara. Limara draws her sword and attempts to hit the beast from the back of Venom Blood. Limara crashes her blade down on the creatures head slashing deep into its flesh. (11 dmg) She glances over at her fellow cleric as the creature recovers from the strike...." Bel , ...oh no ... your horse... " “That was a nice hit Princess" Beltain calls to Limara "But I think that I'm in for a load of walking in the near future" Sparhawk slams down his visor and kicks his heels into Farans flanks , as his trusted steed accelerates towards its target Sparhawk levels his lance at his foe. His lance deeply pierces the Leucrotta that is attacking Limara (20dmg) The stranger speaks again "I do believe that these strange and fearsome beasts are capable of mimicking the voices of their victims to lure unknowing travelers to their dooms. What a dreadfully clever technique. I wonder if their ability is based in intelligence or in a natural, yet base animal, survival mechanism? It's such a same that we cannot capture one for further study. Oh well, at least we can study how many magic missiles it takes to make one stop working. Do not be of poor cheers oh brave adventurers. The Wizard Nosnibor with assist you in your defence. We'll jolly well chase these mummers from these parts and never more will they blight this road with their parodistic proclivities." The Wizard Nosnibor moves his hand in arcane patterns and two missiles of force fly from his fingers, hitting the badly wounded Leucrotta. (5 dmg), still the Leucrotta stands "With my magic Missile and it's Bristle of a Thistle. I'll turn this beastie into lumps of chewy gristle. SHAZZAMM!" “Ahh good old magic missile, my favorite as well" says Rizzit. Limara looks over at the mage with a dead horse at his feet, "and you sir whoever you are, we thank you for your support in ridding the countryside of these foul beasts." Beltain looks at the dead horse at his feet "It appears Sir Mage that we have more than one thing in common" he chuckles The Wizard Nosnibor replies "The loss of a pet and indeed a companion is a grievous blow to take. I hope my fellow adventurers who are following me through the portal do not have a similar destiny." The elf briefly looks back at where the portal used to be. "Oh dear. The portal seems to have gone. This is a concern." Beltain glances over to the elf, a concern for his companions or for himself, he wonders.... Feng glares with dislike at the elf “A wizard? An Elf?…A :):):):)in' ELF!!!!” Feng snatches his Greataxe and vaults over the cart to land in the snow. “A :):):):)IN' WIZARD!” Feng mutters angrily and begins to work himself into a frenzy. "FENG IS HERE!" "Oooh. You have a Kobold AND a Half-Orc in your company? How marvelous! I absolutely adore the Draconic and Goblinoid races! They are simply delightful! And that one speaks authentic frontier orcish Patois. And what a positive brute of a specimen he is! Oh this is simply splendid. And Mister Kobold Sir? Did you indicate that you are a fellow of the Wizardly arts? Or perhaps a Sorcerer? How super it is to meet you." Says The Wizard Nosnibor. He looks at the growling Feng with a slightly worried eye. ".I do hope your demi-goblinoid confederate is not offended by my Wizardly presence. Please dear fellows be assured that i pose no risk of menace or omen of ill tidings. Though i must confess myself to be confused by my arrival in this frigid and apparently inhospitable place when my transporter was given specific instructions as to the temperate nature of my destination." "...FENG....HELP BELTAIN NOW.... HE NEEDS YOUR HELP.........Please.." Limara shouts, her voice softening towards the end. "Thanks, Princess" calls Beltain "Limara is right, I could do with some help over here - if you can make it!" Rizzit replies to Nosnibor "You are a very perceptive and obviously clever elf, its an honour to meet you, I am indeed a sorcerer. I also have the blood of a true dragon in the my veins, it seems as I progress in my quest I am starting to see changes in my body, already I may sit within a fire and not be burnt. The time is close now when I must perform my Draconic right of passage. He continues without taking a breath “You must show me more of your magics friend, you may have noticed I am now protected my a magical shield, a great spell if there are mages who may use magic missile to ham you" Rizzit goes on and on and on seemingly lost in his own world, one without inside out horses and big bitey things Coleridge continues his poem as he wheels his horse round the trees to advance on the creature near Beltain [I]"Frost's fingers withdrew and let go of the world"[/I] [I]"Winter's heart was melting away" "When the wizard appeared and his magic unfurled" "Reaching out to lighten our day"[/I] "Oooh. Thats was a Lovely Poem. Are you a Bard? Do you know Koombahyah?" says Nosnibor. Coleridge unleashes a bolt as he approaches more to distract the beast from Beltain than with any real hope of hitting it. The bolt flies true however, causing the Leucrotta (10) damage. "Ouch. Nice shot. That will make that mimicking menace think twice about attacking honest travelers again." says Nosnibor. The Leucrotta infront of Beltain bites at the cleric. Its jaws clamp down on Beltains arm for (14) damage. Beltain pauses blood seeping from the deep marks of the Leucrotta's attack. He sways, visibly weakened by the attack "Damn the thing" he gasps "I sure has a fearsome bite. Thanks Feng; I could do with some help, this thing seems to find it easy to hit me and it sure packs a wallop!" The other Leucrotta bites at Sparhawk, but misses. Beltain steps back, thinks of Correllon, his lord, and a longsword made of pure force springs into existence. It strikes at the Leucrotta but fails to hit. Rizzit targets the Leucrotta attacking Beltain. A fiery ray shots out from Rizzits hand, but it misses the Leucrotta. “Damn snow!!..blinded me” curses Rizzit. "I think its best to stick with magic missiles Mr Wizzard for now,this snow is throwing off my aim" Limara swings her sword again at the Leucrotta attacking her and Sparhawk. She hits (10 dmg). Sparhawk stabs with his lance the same Leucrotta. He hits for (5 dmg) "Hold on Beltain!…Feng comes!" A huge vein begins to pulse in Fengs Forehead. " 'N UP YOURS WITH A WIRE BRUSH, WIZARD!" "Whats your problem Feng ??...what has this wizard done to you ?" asks Limara. Feng grits his teeth "Limara, I was killed by a :):):):)in' wizard!..I hated them before that, but now? - First things, first". "...was it this wizard ?... " replies Limara. "Theyre all cowardly bastards!" spits Feng. "I hope that doesnt include me" Rizzit says sadly, tears beginning to well up "You should judge an individual not a profession...and you're the one leaning against the wagon.." says Limara. She continues "...there are many that judge all half-orcs as dirt , and many more that judge gruumsh followers as scum... We all judged you as Feng, nothing else, and we have got along fine. In fact i think we are all starting to make a great team. I do not ask you to change your opinion of mages but Feng, please, can you try and curb your doubts. Look at it this way.... none of us had a problem with rangers , but Poacher was probably the biggest tosser any one of us have ever met !!"" Beltain says "Don't worry about the magic users Feng, isn't little Rizzit your best mate in the party? We will judge Mr Bobble hat by his actions, right now there is work to be done!" Feng spits back "Rizzit is a sorcerer. There are great differences between sorcerers and Wizards - but for the good of all here, I'll try to curb my natural disgust. The teachings of Gruumsh will be a little harder to square with the continued presence of an elf" "I suggest that you keep your religious bigotry to your thoughts, i haven't pressed my beliefs onto anyone, nor has Beltain or anyone else and i expect you to do the same....i dont think its a can o worms you want to open.." Beltain says "I'm sure there is no bigotry in our differing religious thoughts, Princess, just alternative views of the world that we live in. We respect everyone's right to take their own path providing that the path doesn't not conflict with the party or members aspirations..." "a fair point Bel, bigotry is too strong a word to use.. i withdraw it... " replies Limara. "Look, I don't want to labour this, but I've seen what can await us if we do not serve our god as we should.... being dead has one advantage". Says Feng. A cat sticks his head out of the pocket of Nosnibor’s robe, it jumps down to the snow. Nosnibor releases two more magic missiles. They impact on the Leucrotta attacking Sparhawk and Limara, they cause (6) damage, but still the beast lives. The Wizard Nosnibor speaks "Noble Orc of mixed race i vervently apologize for the sins that have obviously been perpetrated upon you my other of my profession who who have been both less moral in their choices of action and less sensible in their choices of foe, for it is plain to me that you are a warrior of great passion and fearsome abilities. For my own part i have never found the the demi-orc bretheren of this world to be anything other than robust and loyal companions in battle and in matters of adventure. And i do not see that there will be any reason to change my opinions about you from the brief time i have observed your defence of these good people against these foul beasts. I my my own part can only ask you both humbly and respectfully to allow your opinions of my self to be judged upon my actions and not upon the actions of others of my profession or race whom you have taken umbrage with in the past. If however this cannot be the case with you I will of coarse take my leave of your group once the situation has been made safe for all. Though i would ask if i may be allowed to converse briefly with your fellows with the intent of find my barings." Feng chews his words as if he'd like to spit 'em over a bush before answering the Wizard. “Keep humble, respectful and polite - and don't even attempt any spell that ain’t involved with killin' these ferals, and you just might live to finish the conversation with my companions, here.” Feng moves toward the Leucrotta attacking Beltain. Coleridge allows his crossbow to fall from his hands and takes up the fifth wind, the double flute the party had found fairly recently, in a strange ogres lair. He continues with his poem before attempting to use the flute for the first time [I]"He did tricks to amaze, astound and delight" "in a world every moment less real." "He kept us enthralled well into the night" "with the incredible and the surreal."[/I] Coleridge plays the double flute. He blasts the area with a tremendous cacophony. The Leucrotta seems unaffected. "I say. He's awfully talented isn't he Pussy? I wonder if he'll sing songs to you?" Says Nosnibor to his cat. The leucrotta turns and moves fast, circling round toward Coleridge..it bites at the bard. Its powerful jaws buries deep in Coleridge’s flesh (13 dmg). The second Leucrotta turns and snaps at Limara, but fails to connect. "Damn! That thing ain't daft - I either need running shoes or a longer handle on my axe - 'cos it's keeping out of range of Laskur's Bane" Feng bellows a challenge at the Leucrotta. Coleridge grunts in pain and turns to spit blood at the creature before continuing his poem [I]"The village welcomed him into its heart" "and extended its invitation to stay." "Till one day he woke and declared he must part" "then swiftly and smoothly vanished away."[/I] Beltain takes out a scroll and reads it, curing himself of some of the damage. His Spiritual Weapons hits out at the same time. It hits, hurting the Leucrotta for (9 dmg). Beltain, feeling some relief, gives Limara a brilliant smile "Maybe our fortune is looking up" he calls. "This creature here is nearly slain... we should be able to assist you soon." Shouts back Limara. Rizzit unleashes two magic missiles on the Leucrotta attacking Coleridge. Both missiles slam into the ugly beast for (7 dmg).“Nice shots Rizzit!” exclaims Beltain. "Thanks, at least those hit it" replies the kobold. Limara slashes down on the Leucrotta her and Sparhawk are tackling. Her blade is true and hits for (7 dmg). The leucrotta is slain. Limara rides over to Beltain. "Good hit Limara" Sparhawk congratulates the cleric then pulls on Farans reins to head towards the next target. "Nice hit, Princess" calls Beltain as Limara's blow fells the Leucrotta, his gaze lingers admiringly on her as she rides toward him. Beltain calls to Nosnibor "Hail, sir elf, a missile of the magic kind would be useful here too, if you have them still. I think our beast has it in mind to flee!" "Alas fair adventurers i have no more ability to cast another magic missile than an empty wine skin has the ability to bring intoxication. Sadly i am empty. However a rolling sphere of flame may suffice, i think we're just in range. Fingers crossed Pussy my dear." Nosnibor moves his hands in arcane patterns. A burning globe of fire appears right on the last Leucrotta. The Leucrotta dodges the ball of fire, but the ball of flame remains hovering and burning.. "Crikey! Those Leucrotta are a bit nifty on the move. I'll try my best to catch it soon with my confligatory bouncy ball. I do hope it doesn't get in the way of you melee chaps. What's that Pussy? Oh! I do say, you're right. I haven't introduced my self. How rude. My old Aunty Beryl always said to me: Don't be cheeky! Don't Be Rude. So i beg your humble apologies. I am The Wizard Nosnibor. A traveler from the far off world of Cerilia. I am the former Court Magician to the Baron of Rhoesone and Pussy here is the former Minister of Cat affairs. I am honoured to make the acquaintance of all of you brave chaps, and fair maidens. What's that Pussy? Oh. Yes. Perhaps i should wait until after the fight." Coleridge urges his horse forward a small distance away from the beast. He continues his verse, but changes the inflection of his voice slightly causing some of his wounds to heal. [I]"The next spring as we dealt with the annual snow's melt," "in the gradually brightening weather," "the magician, still tanned and healthy and svelte," "came striding on out of the heather."[/I] "Actually, noble wizard" says Beltain, still not sure how to take the cheerful elf, "I am somewhat interested in the Arcane Arts, perhaps you could share your experiences sometime?" The Leucrotta bites at Feng as the barbarian runs toward it waving his axe. Its powerfull jaws clamp onto the barbarian, hurting him. (14 dmg). Beltain watches as his Spiritual weapon hits the beast hard (12 dmg). The spiritual weapon fades.. Rizzit launches two more magic missiles, they hit for (4 dmg), but still the creature stands. Feng howls! “Let me hit the soddin' thing! Mine! Mine! Mine!" Limara slashes her blade across the face of the last Leucrotta, she cuts it for (8 dmg). Sparhawk rides over and thrusts his lance at the injured beast. It pierces for (10 dmg). The Leucrotta slumps bleeding into the snow. "Feng, you really need to get a warhorse.. or something equivalent..." she says. Sparhawk looks at the dead beast, then at his companions around him..."Shall we go and see what the guy in the funny hat is all about neighbours?" he says quietly "Well comrades, we did well there these beasts take a lot of killing and" says Beltain, looking down at his partly healed wounds, "Can also deal out a lot of damage" He gives a sigh "I guess you are right Sir Sparhawk. It is time to question the elf who can out-talk Rizzit." he continues almost in a whisper " .......... If we have the stamina for it..." Beltain walks back to Acer to check that there is nothing he can do for the brave beast. Sadly he removes the leather bridle, saddle and the rest of the tackle and stows it on the wagon. "Well fought my friends... Sorry for your loss Beltain" Coleridge glances over at Acer and Robinson "not a good day to be a horse" Coleridge shifts in his saddle, wincing from the leucrotta bite, and urges his horse back towards the path and on to meet the new arrival The Wizard Nosnibor smiles “Well. That was a trill! Cripes Pussy, this world surely is awfully adventuresome." The gangley Elf wanders over to his cat and picks him up, starting over towards the party as he strokes it lovingly. "SO. As i was saying. My name is the Wizard Nosnibor, originally of the land of Cerilia. I believe from the quick calculations that i've made in my head that i appear to have been misteleported. Mmmmmm. Perhaps the Teleporting Wizard got tha Thaumaturgic Differential Angle equated wrongly. I hope the others are safe. From the looks of it this could still be Icewind Dale. Could one of you chaps, or chapettes please inform me of my where abouts? If that isn't too impolite a question to ask so early in our relationship? As he wanders towards the party The Wizard Nosnibor looks towards Beltain earnestly. "If you have any question of an arcane nature i would be only too happy to answer them for you brave adventurer. Though with an obviously talented Sorcerer in your midsts i find it hard to fathom that there are any questions i with my learning can answer that he with his innate talent cannot." Coleridge says "Greetings to you Nosnibor" nods towards the wizard "my name is Coleridge, it would appear you are correct in assuming your teleportation has gone awry, you are no longer in Icewind Dale... these are the lands of Cormyr.. we are on the road to Suzail but are still some distance off from that destination. I must thank you for your aid in our recent combat.. and it is nice to meet another of such eloquence i'm somewhat of a wordsmith myself" smiles at the elf “and although you may not have arrived at your correct destination, it appears you have faired better than your horse" "OOh. Really? How fascinating? “ replies Nosnibor “So this is not in the frigid north? But in the temperate zone in winter? Well that it's self is some consolation. I do hope the rest of my party get to hotter climes safely. I'd be horrified if poor Blackmore was turned inside out like Robinson. As for my eloquence fair Minstrel, you do me much honour, as unworthy as i am to receive it. When your scintillating web of hypnotic verse is being played mere prose is likened unto cattle trying to emulate the majesty of the Noble Griffon." Coleridge chuckles "It appears you have something of the bard in you yourself, where were you originally headed ,my fine elf, before your impromptu appearance here?" The Wizard Nosnibor nods at Coleridge "After arriving in the world from my own i adventured with a Noble company in that far North. Our intent was to travel to more hospitable climes after spending my months in the cold. However, as you have said that plan has gone awry. If my Noble companions are not to follow me, and with my Noble steed alas transmogrified into an unridable state i find myself at somewhat of a loss. I am, my dear sir, a stranger in a strange land. To coin an overly used aphorism. And i may just be at your mercy, to coin another." "Well let us hope your companions had better fortune in their transference and have not suffered a similar fate to your poor mount... Mayhap it is serendipity that has brought you here to this place and time and you have some purpose to serve here" Coleridge cocks his head and a half smile plays across his lips "I myself would have no issue with you joining us until we reach another pocket of civilization, or until you divine what that purpose may be" Coleridge ackowledges his companions with a nod of his head " the decision is not mine alone however, and we shall have to see what the rest of my companions feel. Probably best you are a bit wary around Feng, he's the half-orc gentleman over there, he doesn't appear to like you much and is somewhat quick to anger and less than cerebral in his methods of dealing with problems.. but he is a stalwart ally none-the-less" "You tentative offer is most kind fair Coleridge. And it was well meant. I would be honoured to travel with you troupe, however i see that you work in a most fair and democratic manner and thus will obviously only impose myself upon you if your companions deem it allowable. As to my own skills i can manipulate Thaumaturgic energys to a passing degree, i am an avid amateur chef and would happily spice up your trail rations and would take up little space up in your wagon. But of coarse, i should not try to influence you. You must decide what is best with you comrades." Rizzit chatters "I would love to have you along Mr Nosnibor, another practitioner of the arcane arts would be a welcome addition to our numbers. With our combined firepower nothing can stand in our way" Beltain speaks "I would welcome you sir, if you would perhaps give me some instruction in the mystic arts. And perhaps relate the latest goings on in the world of elves?" "I would be happy to facilitate your instruction in Thaumaturgy sir. Though i would count it as neither mystical or artistry. The genesis of the divine power that you yourself wield, if i am not mistaken, is more based in mysticism and art. Wizardry is more a practical manipulation of the thaumaturgic rules of the universe. More a knowledge than an art if the truth be told. Though again i reiterate that if you require instruction i would be happy to oblige." Beltain nods "A deep theological point, Sir Elf, perhaps the divine power is based on the mysteries but I would not have said the mystic. But we debate too much, your offer is gladly accepted and I would apprecaite your tuition in the mystic (to me at least) thaumaturgic rules of the cosmos. I welcome your company" "Well met then sir. I hope i can find as warming a welcome from your companions as i have from yourself and the Lyrical Coleridge." Beltain goes and sits in the wagon. It is very crowded and uncomfortable with four of them in it. Himself, Feng, Walter and Dierdre. Sparhawk walks Faran back towards the newcomer , his lance held high resting in his stirrup "Hail and well met 'the wizard Nosnibor' I am Sir Sparhawk , knight of The Garison to the Throne of Athkatla, my trusted steed is Faran. Twould appear luck favours you this day, we are currently upon an escort mission and I for one hath no problem with you joining with us until you find your feet so to speak" "Lets move out and talk on the road" says Rizzit. "For :):):):)'s sake! Is it too much to ask to allow me to kill something?” moans Feng. “ I let it bite me, so I could at least rif it's froat out - but no, everyone on a fast horse horns in on my action. Bastard!. Lim, you are right - I'm gonna have to buy me a steed of some sort - this being left behind all the time is getting old. Oh, and good hitting, all. You must all tell me what it felt like". Feng bites down savagely on his knuckles until he draws blood. Feng whispers to himself "They steal my kill, then expect me to trail along with a elvish wizard. Still - this situation may have it's advantage after all. Feng waves his axe around his head in an expansive gesture “FENG WELCOMES THE ELF WIZARD!” "Greetings Nosnibor, i am Limara, a cleric of the Red Knight. It sounds like your friends spell misfired somehow . I would also be happy for you to join us in our journey. " says Limara. "Feng, i didnt mean to steal your thunder..." she smiles. "Here let me cure your wounds to make up for it" [IMG]http://homepage.ntlworld.com/tariff/Leucrottafight.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://homepage.ntlworld.com/tariff/EnterNosnibor.jpg[/IMG] Below is a Link to the "Nosnibor Letters", its much better written than this...check it out :) [URL=http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=161789]THE NOSNIBOR LETTERS[/URL] [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Order of Initiative in: "Just a Simple Escort"
Top