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<blockquote data-quote="DM-Rocco" data-source="post: 1681320" data-attributes="member: 14451"><p><strong>Session 10&11 module A3 Assult on the Aerie of the Slave Lords</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Ajakstu weaved an intricate spell of divination upon the glass orb and closed his eyes. He felt the magic surge into him and flow through his veins as he blocked out all distractions from with in his spell chamber. Loosing himself to the crystal ball before him, Ajakstu, newest member of the Slave Lords, gentle closed his grasp on his beloved staff. Though his magical skill and might in the arts arcane were regarded as above par, he trusted in his staff, for this staff of power had helped him reach the heights of power he swims in today and though it no longer is a crutch to attain power it is now, as it has been, a good safe guard. His staff, he never lets it out of his sight.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well,” remarked an impatient Mordrammo, “what is it you see.” Mordrammo tried in vein to peer into the crystal ball, but to no avail, for when he looked into the ball all he saw was a crystal ball of finely crafted glass. Mordrammo was an impatient man with a quick temper, but in spite of that, he remained surprisingly calm and collected when it came to matters of business or combat. Little in the world could goad him into action that would be later deemed as unwise. For a score of years plus three he has served the Slave lords as the high priest. He knew his own worth and that rushing to conclusions could be bad for business, let alone his life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“They have found the sea wall entrance and slew the gnoll guards in the salt shaft,” said Ajakstu, straining to get a better picture. “They have by passed the electric trap and the rope pit. They are a cleaver lot this group.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Don’t be quick to give them too much credit,” came the cold reply from Brother Milerjoi, “they have no discipline, no self control. You told me yourself they fight amongst themselves every inch of the way.” Brother Milerjoi was a member of the scarlet brotherhood, a group of nomadic monks that enclosed themselves in their mountain palace, far removed from the outside world, trying to find enlightenment. Brother Milerjoi and his apprentice left that shelter to bring enlightenment to the masses and joined the Slave Lords to that end.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Yes,” came a reply from Feetla, “but remember the raid on Glintsa, that savage and undisciplined lot of nomadic barbarians almost proved our undoing. Sometimes wisdom is not enough, sometimes brute strength is more than you need.” Feetla was their trusted and charismatic leader. His naval strength and cunning have often been attributed to the success of the Slave Lords as a whole.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Where are they now?” </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“They have just defeated Kilhornji,” calmly stated Ajakstu.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“What, that is impossible, no one has ever been able to defeat that beast, the monster can jump through shadows and distort the eyes of those that look upon him.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Calm down Mordrammo.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“I will not calm down Brother Milerjoi, if they have defeated Kilhornji, that means they have bested the flesh golem, the very golem we had equipped with armor bolted onto his skin to make him impregnable. The very best Ajakstu said would stop anyone who crossed its path. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“That means that they also made it past the roper, who’s very tough can turn others to stone or control their minds. And let us not forget your hired hand Wimpell Frump. Your gnome illusionist didn’t prevent them from finding the secret door that lead into our inner sanctum. The Aerie of the Slave Lords has been breached; we should flee before we die.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Get a hold of your self master Mordrammo, I have need of you,” said Feetla, “I have need of all of you. Yes, they have breached our inner sanctum, but they shall not drive us from our home. We have fought to hard to attain what we have to let a rag tag rabble crew from the combined might of the kings chase us away.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“You have a plan,” questioned Brother Milerjoi, “ as always?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Take your positions in the throne room, we have a long forgotten ally,” said Feetla.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Who?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">In response to Mordrammo’s question a dark figure, and another, emerged from the shadows. Everyone knew Nerelas, the chief assassin of the Slave Lords, but it was the other that had accompanied him from the journey through the shadow realm. They all knew her and hated her, for she had never really proven herself, not in the ways that the others had. Yes she showed promise and her numbers could not be denied, but her hunger for power was an unsettling pain in the ranks of the Slave Lords, so none allied with her and all watched their backs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Why the surprised look on your face, you thought I was dead, perhaps slain by the same band of adventures that stalks you now. So quick you all were to condemn me when you thought I had failed you all, now it looks as if you shall all fail and die in the process, why should I help you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Feetla’s features grew grim and his cold hard stare pierced into the woman’s soul, the seriousness of the look bringing a deathly silence to all in the room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Because we have a need of you Markessa and should provide us with that which we seek, you shall be given the one thing you have always craved, a seat on the Slave Lord council, should you fail, I‘ll leave that to your imagination.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Markessa stared back at the hated glares of the five leading members of the Slave Lords and gave a nod.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“I know just what to do.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">* * *</p></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px"></p><p>“As you can see, the stone slab that fell behind you will prevent your escape and you are no match for our might. I would offer you the chance to parley before I accept your surrender. Do you have any last words before you chose to disarm yourself? I will give you the satisfaction of answering your questions, in honor of your bravery and brilliance for being the first to reach our inner sanctum, but after that, I expect that you will concede that you are over matched and surrender. Although, it may be fun to take you down by the sword, I could use a challenge, even is it is a minor one at best.” The five Slave Lords sat on their thrones, laughing, laughing, laughing; and the echoes in the chamber laughed along as well.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DM-Rocco, post: 1681320, member: 14451"] [b]Session 10&11 module A3 Assult on the Aerie of the Slave Lords[/b] [size=2]Ajakstu weaved an intricate spell of divination upon the glass orb and closed his eyes. He felt the magic surge into him and flow through his veins as he blocked out all distractions from with in his spell chamber. Loosing himself to the crystal ball before him, Ajakstu, newest member of the Slave Lords, gentle closed his grasp on his beloved staff. Though his magical skill and might in the arts arcane were regarded as above par, he trusted in his staff, for this staff of power had helped him reach the heights of power he swims in today and though it no longer is a crutch to attain power it is now, as it has been, a good safe guard. His staff, he never lets it out of his sight. “Well,” remarked an impatient Mordrammo, “what is it you see.” Mordrammo tried in vein to peer into the crystal ball, but to no avail, for when he looked into the ball all he saw was a crystal ball of finely crafted glass. Mordrammo was an impatient man with a quick temper, but in spite of that, he remained surprisingly calm and collected when it came to matters of business or combat. Little in the world could goad him into action that would be later deemed as unwise. For a score of years plus three he has served the Slave lords as the high priest. He knew his own worth and that rushing to conclusions could be bad for business, let alone his life. “They have found the sea wall entrance and slew the gnoll guards in the salt shaft,” said Ajakstu, straining to get a better picture. “They have by passed the electric trap and the rope pit. They are a cleaver lot this group.” “Don’t be quick to give them too much credit,” came the cold reply from Brother Milerjoi, “they have no discipline, no self control. You told me yourself they fight amongst themselves every inch of the way.” Brother Milerjoi was a member of the scarlet brotherhood, a group of nomadic monks that enclosed themselves in their mountain palace, far removed from the outside world, trying to find enlightenment. Brother Milerjoi and his apprentice left that shelter to bring enlightenment to the masses and joined the Slave Lords to that end. “Yes,” came a reply from Feetla, “but remember the raid on Glintsa, that savage and undisciplined lot of nomadic barbarians almost proved our undoing. Sometimes wisdom is not enough, sometimes brute strength is more than you need.” Feetla was their trusted and charismatic leader. His naval strength and cunning have often been attributed to the success of the Slave Lords as a whole. “Where are they now?” “They have just defeated Kilhornji,” calmly stated Ajakstu. “What, that is impossible, no one has ever been able to defeat that beast, the monster can jump through shadows and distort the eyes of those that look upon him.” “Calm down Mordrammo.” “I will not calm down Brother Milerjoi, if they have defeated Kilhornji, that means they have bested the flesh golem, the very golem we had equipped with armor bolted onto his skin to make him impregnable. The very best Ajakstu said would stop anyone who crossed its path. “That means that they also made it past the roper, who’s very tough can turn others to stone or control their minds. And let us not forget your hired hand Wimpell Frump. Your gnome illusionist didn’t prevent them from finding the secret door that lead into our inner sanctum. The Aerie of the Slave Lords has been breached; we should flee before we die. “Get a hold of your self master Mordrammo, I have need of you,” said Feetla, “I have need of all of you. Yes, they have breached our inner sanctum, but they shall not drive us from our home. We have fought to hard to attain what we have to let a rag tag rabble crew from the combined might of the kings chase us away.” “You have a plan,” questioned Brother Milerjoi, “ as always?” “Take your positions in the throne room, we have a long forgotten ally,” said Feetla. “Who?” In response to Mordrammo’s question a dark figure, and another, emerged from the shadows. Everyone knew Nerelas, the chief assassin of the Slave Lords, but it was the other that had accompanied him from the journey through the shadow realm. They all knew her and hated her, for she had never really proven herself, not in the ways that the others had. Yes she showed promise and her numbers could not be denied, but her hunger for power was an unsettling pain in the ranks of the Slave Lords, so none allied with her and all watched their backs. “Why the surprised look on your face, you thought I was dead, perhaps slain by the same band of adventures that stalks you now. So quick you all were to condemn me when you thought I had failed you all, now it looks as if you shall all fail and die in the process, why should I help you?” Feetla’s features grew grim and his cold hard stare pierced into the woman’s soul, the seriousness of the look bringing a deathly silence to all in the room. “Because we have a need of you Markessa and should provide us with that which we seek, you shall be given the one thing you have always craved, a seat on the Slave Lord council, should you fail, I‘ll leave that to your imagination.” Markessa stared back at the hated glares of the five leading members of the Slave Lords and gave a nod. “I know just what to do.” [center]* * * [/center] “As you can see, the stone slab that fell behind you will prevent your escape and you are no match for our might. I would offer you the chance to parley before I accept your surrender. Do you have any last words before you chose to disarm yourself? I will give you the satisfaction of answering your questions, in honor of your bravery and brilliance for being the first to reach our inner sanctum, but after that, I expect that you will concede that you are over matched and surrender. Although, it may be fun to take you down by the sword, I could use a challenge, even is it is a minor one at best.” The five Slave Lords sat on their thrones, laughing, laughing, laughing; and the echoes in the chamber laughed along as well. [/size] [/QUOTE]
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