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<blockquote data-quote="RatPunk" data-source="post: 1323943" data-attributes="member: 1246"><p><strong>Chapter 8 - Temple and Tower, Part 1</strong></p><p></p><p>There we stood, surrounded by a pile of dead orcs and an ogre corpse with a dented forehead and a missing kneecap. As usual, after the looting and pillaging of the bodies, the debate began as to what we should do next. I was all for heading back to town to recuperate, just in case the rumored vampire and/or lich actually were in residence here. Pyro was in agreement, even though he had just arrived on the scene.</p><p> </p><p>Some of the others wanted to secure the remaining building and the tower the ogre had come out of first. Jeb had done a quick scout of the area during the battle, but the argument was that a more thorough search before heading back couldn’t hurt. They obviously hadn’t noticed the multiple bleeding wounds we all had.</p><p></p><p>It was at that moment that the decision was taken out of our hands by two events. First, a giant spear landed in the courtyard next to Peshal. That alerted us to the orc on the roof above the building. He was manning a scorpion. Jeb and I each took a shot at him as he tried to reload, but he had plenty of cover. Everyone else scattered to find their own cover in and around the building.</p><p></p><p>Then Rumblethorn, who had wandered over to the door of the building before the scorpion had fired, decided it would be a good idea to open it. That’s when we discovered the bad guys inside. Most of us had already gone that way to get away from the scorpion. We decided taking out the guys inside first was our best option. With Rumblethorn momentarily frozen in panic, Pyro was the first one through the door.</p><p></p><p>The inside was a mess. It had at one time been a temple to St. Cuthbert, but someone had defiled the entire building pretty thoroughly. My guess was that the culprit was the big half-orc priest in black armor we were now staring it. He stood at the far end of the room, behind the altar. In front of him sat the Crucible with a large, black candle burning in it. Between him and us stood four of the biggest, nastiest looking orcs I had ever seen. They almost made Jackie’s ogre friend look like a kobold.</p><p></p><p>Pyro wasted no time. He was barely inside the doorway when he started swinging at the nearest orc. The priest grabbed a wicked skull headed, spiked mace off of the altar and strode forward. Pyro accepted the unspoken challenge and stepped away from the orc he’d been fighting to meet the priest head on. The rest of us charged in before the orcs could turn all their attention on Pyro’s back. We outnumbered them, but their large, deadly greataxes more than made up the difference. It was all we could do not to lose a limb (or a head) in the melee. </p><p></p><p>From the moment we’d walked in, something just hadn’t felt right. My swings seemed sluggish and just a bit off, while the orcs seemed to be getting increasingly more accurate. I could tell by the looks on my friends’ faces that they felt it too. It was as if the evil permeating the room was a physical force that affected our every move.</p><p></p><p>When Jackie entered the temple, he took one look at the room and very nearly went berserk. He was an ardent follower of St. Cuthbert, after all. He launched himself at the nearest orc. It never had a chance and went down quickly. Our odds were improving. </p><p></p><p>Pyro’s odds were not. The priest had already hit him several times and Pyro was starting to show it. As the priest swung his mace for what would surely be the killing blow, Pyro ducked under it and sprinted for the altar. His large, muscular build belied his quickness and the priest’s back swing from behind missed as well. Jackie and I stepped up to the priest before he had a chance to follow.</p><p></p><p>As Jackie approached, he yelled a vow to St. Cuthbert about vengeance and sticking the priest’s mace somewhere or another. No sooner had the words left his lips than the sluggish, evil feeling lessened. I gave the priest my full attention and attempted to use Valkyria to its fullest potential. Sadly, it didn’t make him burst into flames on contact or anything. I would just have to hack him up the old fashioned way. Provided he didn’t brain me with his mace first, of course.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the rest of the group was not faring well. Although nobody had died yet, the orcs were taking a toll. It wasn’t surprising since we hadn’t had an opportunity to heal after the battle outside. Even Laurial and her two guard friends would have been a welcome sight, but alas they were still waiting outside with the horses. You would have thought that the sound of our battle in the courtyard would have brought them running. We would definitely have to have a chat with Arlen about the quality of his employees when we returned to Fairhill.</p><p></p><p>By this time, Pyro had reached the altar. He was met there by yet another orc, who had stepped out of a room in the back of the temple. It turned out to be the same orc who had been manning the scorpion on the roof, although we didn’t know it at the time. He wasn’t as big or well armed as the orcs everyone else was fighting, but in Pyro’s weakened condition he was close enough. In much the same way as he had fought the ogre when we were looking for the blacksmith’s daughter, Pyro stood there and exchanged swings with the orc, neither of them landing a solid hit. </p><p></p><p>Then Pyro had an idea. </p><p></p><p>He leaned over and blew the black candle out. The sluggish feeling suddenly went away. Almost immediately another one of the orc henchmen went down. The rest of the group started crowding around the remaining orcs. Someone ran back to help Pyro. The priest did not look pleased. He looked even less pleased when the rest of the orcs fell a moment later. He didn’t have long to worry about it, though. As he tried to fend off another blow from Jackie, Valkyria slipped through his chainmail. He went down like an evil rag doll.</p><p></p><p>And his body vanished.</p><p></p><p>Peshal and Rumblethorn ran over to exam the spot where he fell. After several minutes of conferring and examining they concluded that it had probably been a Word of Recall. That implied that he probably wouldn’t remain dead for long, but hopefully we wouldn’t have to worry about him any time soon. We set about checking things out.</p><p></p><p>Pyro grabbed the Crucible and shoved it down his pants "for safe keeping". Heaven knows nobody would ever be looking there for anything, much less the Crucible of Freya. Nothing much of value was found, but we did throw the candle in a bag to take back to Fairhill. We’d let Shandril take care of it as she saw fit. While we were rummaging around, Jackie did his best to clean off both the altar and the statue of St. Cuthbert.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RatPunk, post: 1323943, member: 1246"] [b]Chapter 8 - Temple and Tower, Part 1[/b] There we stood, surrounded by a pile of dead orcs and an ogre corpse with a dented forehead and a missing kneecap. As usual, after the looting and pillaging of the bodies, the debate began as to what we should do next. I was all for heading back to town to recuperate, just in case the rumored vampire and/or lich actually were in residence here. Pyro was in agreement, even though he had just arrived on the scene. Some of the others wanted to secure the remaining building and the tower the ogre had come out of first. Jeb had done a quick scout of the area during the battle, but the argument was that a more thorough search before heading back couldn’t hurt. They obviously hadn’t noticed the multiple bleeding wounds we all had. It was at that moment that the decision was taken out of our hands by two events. First, a giant spear landed in the courtyard next to Peshal. That alerted us to the orc on the roof above the building. He was manning a scorpion. Jeb and I each took a shot at him as he tried to reload, but he had plenty of cover. Everyone else scattered to find their own cover in and around the building. Then Rumblethorn, who had wandered over to the door of the building before the scorpion had fired, decided it would be a good idea to open it. That’s when we discovered the bad guys inside. Most of us had already gone that way to get away from the scorpion. We decided taking out the guys inside first was our best option. With Rumblethorn momentarily frozen in panic, Pyro was the first one through the door. The inside was a mess. It had at one time been a temple to St. Cuthbert, but someone had defiled the entire building pretty thoroughly. My guess was that the culprit was the big half-orc priest in black armor we were now staring it. He stood at the far end of the room, behind the altar. In front of him sat the Crucible with a large, black candle burning in it. Between him and us stood four of the biggest, nastiest looking orcs I had ever seen. They almost made Jackie’s ogre friend look like a kobold. Pyro wasted no time. He was barely inside the doorway when he started swinging at the nearest orc. The priest grabbed a wicked skull headed, spiked mace off of the altar and strode forward. Pyro accepted the unspoken challenge and stepped away from the orc he’d been fighting to meet the priest head on. The rest of us charged in before the orcs could turn all their attention on Pyro’s back. We outnumbered them, but their large, deadly greataxes more than made up the difference. It was all we could do not to lose a limb (or a head) in the melee. From the moment we’d walked in, something just hadn’t felt right. My swings seemed sluggish and just a bit off, while the orcs seemed to be getting increasingly more accurate. I could tell by the looks on my friends’ faces that they felt it too. It was as if the evil permeating the room was a physical force that affected our every move. When Jackie entered the temple, he took one look at the room and very nearly went berserk. He was an ardent follower of St. Cuthbert, after all. He launched himself at the nearest orc. It never had a chance and went down quickly. Our odds were improving. Pyro’s odds were not. The priest had already hit him several times and Pyro was starting to show it. As the priest swung his mace for what would surely be the killing blow, Pyro ducked under it and sprinted for the altar. His large, muscular build belied his quickness and the priest’s back swing from behind missed as well. Jackie and I stepped up to the priest before he had a chance to follow. As Jackie approached, he yelled a vow to St. Cuthbert about vengeance and sticking the priest’s mace somewhere or another. No sooner had the words left his lips than the sluggish, evil feeling lessened. I gave the priest my full attention and attempted to use Valkyria to its fullest potential. Sadly, it didn’t make him burst into flames on contact or anything. I would just have to hack him up the old fashioned way. Provided he didn’t brain me with his mace first, of course. Meanwhile, the rest of the group was not faring well. Although nobody had died yet, the orcs were taking a toll. It wasn’t surprising since we hadn’t had an opportunity to heal after the battle outside. Even Laurial and her two guard friends would have been a welcome sight, but alas they were still waiting outside with the horses. You would have thought that the sound of our battle in the courtyard would have brought them running. We would definitely have to have a chat with Arlen about the quality of his employees when we returned to Fairhill. By this time, Pyro had reached the altar. He was met there by yet another orc, who had stepped out of a room in the back of the temple. It turned out to be the same orc who had been manning the scorpion on the roof, although we didn’t know it at the time. He wasn’t as big or well armed as the orcs everyone else was fighting, but in Pyro’s weakened condition he was close enough. In much the same way as he had fought the ogre when we were looking for the blacksmith’s daughter, Pyro stood there and exchanged swings with the orc, neither of them landing a solid hit. Then Pyro had an idea. He leaned over and blew the black candle out. The sluggish feeling suddenly went away. Almost immediately another one of the orc henchmen went down. The rest of the group started crowding around the remaining orcs. Someone ran back to help Pyro. The priest did not look pleased. He looked even less pleased when the rest of the orcs fell a moment later. He didn’t have long to worry about it, though. As he tried to fend off another blow from Jackie, Valkyria slipped through his chainmail. He went down like an evil rag doll. And his body vanished. Peshal and Rumblethorn ran over to exam the spot where he fell. After several minutes of conferring and examining they concluded that it had probably been a Word of Recall. That implied that he probably wouldn’t remain dead for long, but hopefully we wouldn’t have to worry about him any time soon. We set about checking things out. Pyro grabbed the Crucible and shoved it down his pants "for safe keeping". Heaven knows nobody would ever be looking there for anything, much less the Crucible of Freya. Nothing much of value was found, but we did throw the candle in a bag to take back to Fairhill. We’d let Shandril take care of it as she saw fit. While we were rummaging around, Jackie did his best to clean off both the altar and the statue of St. Cuthbert. [/QUOTE]
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