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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4460622" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 10, Part 2</p><p> </p><p>"Suniel... Suniel, you ok?"</p><p> </p><p>Suniel came to in a daze, head pounding. Harold knelt over him, with a battered Grok'nar limping towards them as well.</p><p> </p><p>Sitting up almost made him vomit, but after a few minutes of holding his head, he was able to stagger to his feet and look around. The chapel seemed to be undamaged, but the graveyard around it was torn apart. Statues, tombstones, and mausoleums were shattered, the grass was torn up in clumps, and there was a large, shallow crater not too far from where Suniel was standing.</p><p> </p><p>"What happened?" Suniel said. He had the weird feeling that someone was missing, but with the intense pounding in his head he couldn't focus. Keeper walked over and gave him a slow nod, but the feeling didn't go away.</p><p> </p><p>"I destroyed it," Harold said, nodding to where his lathered warhorse nibbled at the grass. "Fortunately my horse could outrun it and I finally must have hit a weak spot with one of those three quivers of arrows I shot into it." He paused. "The Greywarden's dead."</p><p> </p><p>Suniel's gaze followed Harold's towards where a blood-splattered form lay broken in the trampled grass. A moment later, he and Grok'nar were kneeling next to Kezzek's body. The half-orc's wounds were brutal and gaping and here and there white bone jutted out from his skin. Suniel slowly picked up the Greywarden's strange sword that lay in the grass near by, then looked about.</p><p> </p><p>"Did it break his sword in half?"</p><p> </p><p>"No," Harold said, looking over from where he stood at the edge of the crater. "He did something to it and it split in his hands. The other half is probably around there somewhere."</p><p> </p><p>"So, does anyone have any idea where these things are coming from and, more importantly, why they keep coming?" Harold said, tapping an arrow against his shoulder as he looked about the cemetery.</p><p> </p><p>"They were seeking amulets," Keeper said, drawing looks from all of them. "More specifically, Seeking Stones."</p><p> </p><p>"More specifically, what was that thing I just took out?" Harold said, walking over to Keeper with new-found interest.</p><p> </p><p>Keeper pointed towards the Kezzek and then the crater. "That one was called an Iron Juggernaut. The others... I do not know."</p><p> </p><p>"How do you know the name of that one and not the others?" Harold said. "No, wait, let me guess. You don't know."</p><p> </p><p>"Correct, I do not know."</p><p> </p><p>"So, do you know how many of these they will send?"</p><p> </p><p>Keeper looked up to the sky and Suniel looked up sharply as well, a sinking feeling in his stomach, but the sky was empty of all but a few wisps of cloud far above. "They will keep sending them until they have the Stones."</p><p> </p><p>"And they can locate the Stones somehow?"</p><p> </p><p>"Yes."</p><p> </p><p>"Wait," Suniel said. "So, why did they only start coming after the Sky Monk gave Harold that one and not come after Ming all that time?"</p><p> </p><p>Keeper looked between Harold and Suniel. "Perhaps they can only track the one that came from their domain." He pointed at the sky.</p><p> </p><p>"And there's nothing we can do to keep them from locating us?" Harold said.</p><p> </p><p>"Getting rid of the Stone they are tracking being out of the question of course," Grok'nar said dryly.</p><p> </p><p>Harold didn't even look at the hobgoblin. "Is there any way they can be shielded?"</p><p> </p><p>Keeper nodded and tapped on his forehead. "One already is."</p><p> </p><p>There was a long pause. Finally, Harold pulled his necklace off and held it in his hand. "If I give this to you, it still belongs to the Crystal Towers. Should the Crystal Towers ask for it back, will you return it?"</p><p> </p><p>Keeper looked to Suniel. "He has to follow my commands. If I ask him to return it he will."</p><p> </p><p>"Is that true Keeper?" Harold said.</p><p> </p><p>"If he asks me to, I will return the Stone," Keeper said.</p><p> </p><p>Harold extended his hand slowly, looked at it for a long moment, then sighed and opened his tightly clenched fist, the crystal sparkling and glinting with an inner light. Suniel took it carefully, removed the Stone from the amulet, and handed it to Keeper. "Place it in one of the sockets whose effects I haven't documented yet," Suniel said.</p><p> </p><p>Keeper nodded and pressed it into the shallow grove in his palm. There was a click and Suniel moved to a new position, probably to get a better view of whatever internal mechanism took and stored the Stone. As before, it was too quick, seeming almost to vanish into his hand.</p><p> </p><p>For a moment, Keeper glowed with a faint white light and when it faded he seemed... larger, smoother, more finely sculpted in some way that Suniel couldn't put his finger on. A moment later Keeper lifted his arm and a thin glowing shield of energy hummed into existence on his arm.</p><p> </p><p>"Well, that light shield is neat and all, but what are we going to do with his dead orcness here?" Grok'nar said. "And what are we going to tell the guards when they ask what happened. I'm not particularly keen on disobeying a golden glowing being that can stop time, so... any ideas?"</p><p> </p><p>***</p><p> </p><p>"More of the assassin's agents, five of them," Harold said.</p><p> </p><p>The guards looked about the carnage and at the three Greywardens that were collecting Kezzek's body. "Five men did all this?" the Sergeant said.</p><p> </p><p>"They weren't exactly men," Grok'nar said, with a wry grin. "Made of tougher stuff you might say."</p><p> </p><p>"I was using powerful spells to fight them," Suniel said quickly. "Some of this was my doing."</p><p> </p><p>"Do you have any of their bodies? We didn't see any bodies..." The Sergeant paused and glanced at the chapel and cemetery. "Well, didn't see any <em>more</em> bodies around."</p><p> </p><p>"They escaped," Grok'nar said, thinking quickly. "They were fast, moved like a blur. That's what tore up all the grass."</p><p> </p><p>"They killed one of you, seriously injured two others, then ran?" another guard said, exchanging a quizzical glance with his companions.</p><p> </p><p>"They were scared of me," Harold said. Grok'nar snorted and he saw Suniel roll his eyes. The guards all looked at Harold, who shifted slightly, straightened his back, turned his head in slight profile and grinned. </p><p></p><p>Grok'nar guffawed and leaned against what he thought of as Suniel's monument, since there was a slight imprint of the elf's head in it.</p><p> </p><p>"Well, if you say so," the Sergeant said, nodded to them, and began to walk towards where the Greywardens stood in somber discussion over Kezzek's body. He paused and glanced back. "Oh, we have a detailed listing of all the items that are missing from the barge. I'm guessing it was the Greywarden that asked for it, so if you don't want it-"</p><p> </p><p>"No, we'll take it," Suniel said, skimming the list as soon as the Sergeant handed it to him.</p><p> </p><p>Grok'nar turned and pretended sudden, intense interest in the inscription on Suniel's monument.</p><p> </p><p>"Those writs in the back are for you and your companions, the Captain talked to the local temples and they agreed to tend whatever wounds you have as a favor to the Council - in thanks for all you've done for Northmand. Oh, and of particular note on the list of missing items are the High Priest's mace and even the symbol of his faith. The Captain was wondering if maybe the assassins were somehow responsible?"</p><p> </p><p>Grok'nar could almost feel Suniel and Harold staring at his back.</p><p> </p><p>"Yes... maybe that's it," Suniel said. "If we find any proof either way, we'll let you know."</p><p> </p><p>Grok'nar pulled out some rations and sat down to munch on them, wincing when his sore arm bumped Suniel's monument, and ate slowly. He waited until Suniel and Harold wandered off - Suniel to talk with the Greywardens and Harold to see to his horse - before quietly packing up his things and slipping off.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4460622, member: 60965"] Session 10, Part 2 "Suniel... Suniel, you ok?" Suniel came to in a daze, head pounding. Harold knelt over him, with a battered Grok'nar limping towards them as well. Sitting up almost made him vomit, but after a few minutes of holding his head, he was able to stagger to his feet and look around. The chapel seemed to be undamaged, but the graveyard around it was torn apart. Statues, tombstones, and mausoleums were shattered, the grass was torn up in clumps, and there was a large, shallow crater not too far from where Suniel was standing. "What happened?" Suniel said. He had the weird feeling that someone was missing, but with the intense pounding in his head he couldn't focus. Keeper walked over and gave him a slow nod, but the feeling didn't go away. "I destroyed it," Harold said, nodding to where his lathered warhorse nibbled at the grass. "Fortunately my horse could outrun it and I finally must have hit a weak spot with one of those three quivers of arrows I shot into it." He paused. "The Greywarden's dead." Suniel's gaze followed Harold's towards where a blood-splattered form lay broken in the trampled grass. A moment later, he and Grok'nar were kneeling next to Kezzek's body. The half-orc's wounds were brutal and gaping and here and there white bone jutted out from his skin. Suniel slowly picked up the Greywarden's strange sword that lay in the grass near by, then looked about. "Did it break his sword in half?" "No," Harold said, looking over from where he stood at the edge of the crater. "He did something to it and it split in his hands. The other half is probably around there somewhere." "So, does anyone have any idea where these things are coming from and, more importantly, why they keep coming?" Harold said, tapping an arrow against his shoulder as he looked about the cemetery. "They were seeking amulets," Keeper said, drawing looks from all of them. "More specifically, Seeking Stones." "More specifically, what was that thing I just took out?" Harold said, walking over to Keeper with new-found interest. Keeper pointed towards the Kezzek and then the crater. "That one was called an Iron Juggernaut. The others... I do not know." "How do you know the name of that one and not the others?" Harold said. "No, wait, let me guess. You don't know." "Correct, I do not know." "So, do you know how many of these they will send?" Keeper looked up to the sky and Suniel looked up sharply as well, a sinking feeling in his stomach, but the sky was empty of all but a few wisps of cloud far above. "They will keep sending them until they have the Stones." "And they can locate the Stones somehow?" "Yes." "Wait," Suniel said. "So, why did they only start coming after the Sky Monk gave Harold that one and not come after Ming all that time?" Keeper looked between Harold and Suniel. "Perhaps they can only track the one that came from their domain." He pointed at the sky. "And there's nothing we can do to keep them from locating us?" Harold said. "Getting rid of the Stone they are tracking being out of the question of course," Grok'nar said dryly. Harold didn't even look at the hobgoblin. "Is there any way they can be shielded?" Keeper nodded and tapped on his forehead. "One already is." There was a long pause. Finally, Harold pulled his necklace off and held it in his hand. "If I give this to you, it still belongs to the Crystal Towers. Should the Crystal Towers ask for it back, will you return it?" Keeper looked to Suniel. "He has to follow my commands. If I ask him to return it he will." "Is that true Keeper?" Harold said. "If he asks me to, I will return the Stone," Keeper said. Harold extended his hand slowly, looked at it for a long moment, then sighed and opened his tightly clenched fist, the crystal sparkling and glinting with an inner light. Suniel took it carefully, removed the Stone from the amulet, and handed it to Keeper. "Place it in one of the sockets whose effects I haven't documented yet," Suniel said. Keeper nodded and pressed it into the shallow grove in his palm. There was a click and Suniel moved to a new position, probably to get a better view of whatever internal mechanism took and stored the Stone. As before, it was too quick, seeming almost to vanish into his hand. For a moment, Keeper glowed with a faint white light and when it faded he seemed... larger, smoother, more finely sculpted in some way that Suniel couldn't put his finger on. A moment later Keeper lifted his arm and a thin glowing shield of energy hummed into existence on his arm. "Well, that light shield is neat and all, but what are we going to do with his dead orcness here?" Grok'nar said. "And what are we going to tell the guards when they ask what happened. I'm not particularly keen on disobeying a golden glowing being that can stop time, so... any ideas?" *** "More of the assassin's agents, five of them," Harold said. The guards looked about the carnage and at the three Greywardens that were collecting Kezzek's body. "Five men did all this?" the Sergeant said. "They weren't exactly men," Grok'nar said, with a wry grin. "Made of tougher stuff you might say." "I was using powerful spells to fight them," Suniel said quickly. "Some of this was my doing." "Do you have any of their bodies? We didn't see any bodies..." The Sergeant paused and glanced at the chapel and cemetery. "Well, didn't see any [I]more[/I] bodies around." "They escaped," Grok'nar said, thinking quickly. "They were fast, moved like a blur. That's what tore up all the grass." "They killed one of you, seriously injured two others, then ran?" another guard said, exchanging a quizzical glance with his companions. "They were scared of me," Harold said. Grok'nar snorted and he saw Suniel roll his eyes. The guards all looked at Harold, who shifted slightly, straightened his back, turned his head in slight profile and grinned. Grok'nar guffawed and leaned against what he thought of as Suniel's monument, since there was a slight imprint of the elf's head in it. "Well, if you say so," the Sergeant said, nodded to them, and began to walk towards where the Greywardens stood in somber discussion over Kezzek's body. He paused and glanced back. "Oh, we have a detailed listing of all the items that are missing from the barge. I'm guessing it was the Greywarden that asked for it, so if you don't want it-" "No, we'll take it," Suniel said, skimming the list as soon as the Sergeant handed it to him. Grok'nar turned and pretended sudden, intense interest in the inscription on Suniel's monument. "Those writs in the back are for you and your companions, the Captain talked to the local temples and they agreed to tend whatever wounds you have as a favor to the Council - in thanks for all you've done for Northmand. Oh, and of particular note on the list of missing items are the High Priest's mace and even the symbol of his faith. The Captain was wondering if maybe the assassins were somehow responsible?" Grok'nar could almost feel Suniel and Harold staring at his back. "Yes... maybe that's it," Suniel said. "If we find any proof either way, we'll let you know." Grok'nar pulled out some rations and sat down to munch on them, wincing when his sore arm bumped Suniel's monument, and ate slowly. He waited until Suniel and Harold wandered off - Suniel to talk with the Greywardens and Harold to see to his horse - before quietly packing up his things and slipping off. [/QUOTE]
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