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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1577744" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>CONCLUSION (pt. 3)</strong></p><p></p><p>Our heroes stand amongst the ruins of Acererak’s plans. The shards of the Phylactery of the Apotheosis glimmer a fading red all around them. The chamber is now dominated by the gaping hole in the floor opening into the Void.</p><p></p><p>“I wonder if he had any treasure?” Rex says aloud.</p><p></p><p>“Hmm, good idea,” says Angelfire. “We should search.”</p><p></p><p>The group looks around. There is another door out of the chamber, and above them they can see a ledge of some sort- no doubt it was there that the demilich had floated down at them from. Rex spreads his wings and flies up, followed by Ulla (who shifts into the form of an eagle for the ascent before fluidly changing into an air elemental). Indeed, the ledge has some treasure. Quite a bit of treasure. “Holy crap!” exclaims Rex.</p><p></p><p>The group hauls it down to the floor and counts it up. It’s an impressive haul, resplendent with gems and magic. Grinning, the group puts it away for later division.</p><p></p><p>That’s when the door opens and a silent troupe of figures enters. The leader is one of those mysterious blue-skinned beings called <em>ethros</em>, and he is followed by a quartet of strange ram-headed humanoid beings. Without a word, moving with a strange air of reverence, they begin spreading slowly into the chamber. There is an almost ritualistic quality to their motions; each of the ram-headed beings carries some sort of small, diaphanous net-like thing.</p><p></p><p>“Hey!” exclaims Ulla.</p><p></p><p>Thrush’s blade is naked in his hand. Angel’s falchion scrapes free of its scabbard. “Who are you?” cries Sir Maxwell, pulling his silver hammer out.</p><p></p><p>The ethros slowly turns to face the party. His deep azure eyes seem to drink them in for a moment. His expression never changes from one of great solemnity. “We are but simple pilgrims,” he declares softly.</p><p></p><p>“Pilgrims!” exclaim Patyn and Sir Maxwell together. Then, Maxwell: “Pilgrims of <em>who?</em>”</p><p></p><p>The ethros shakes his head. “We serve no god or power. We merely study.”</p><p></p><p>“Study what?” Rex demands suspiciously. Thrush glowers at the ethros balefully.</p><p></p><p>“Death,” the blue-skinned figure intones.</p><p></p><p>Sir Maxwell checks for evil, and Patyn for undeath. Maxwell frowns- the ram-headed things are <em>very</em> evil- but Patyn ascertains that none of the strange pilgrims are undead.</p><p></p><p>“What is it that you want?” asks Angel. “Did you serve the demilich?”</p><p></p><p>“We wish to study,” repeats the ethros. “As I said, we serve no one. Something happened here moments ago that caused <em>ripples</em> throughout the entire Negative Energy Plane. It was strong with death. We wish to study the phenomenon.” Holding Angelfire’s eyes for a moment, the ethros’ face remains in its same aspect of solemnity.</p><p></p><p>“What’s your name?” </p><p></p><p>“Remilino,” the ethros answers after a flicker of hesitation.</p><p></p><p>Angelfire nods. “Are you a wizard or sorcerer? Or a cleric? We have a friend in trouble...”</p><p></p><p>“Sybele!” groans Thrush.</p><p></p><p>“If you can help her,” Angel continues, “we won’t interfere with your studies here as long as you don’t interfere with us.”</p><p></p><p>“I am unwilling to go on some adventure for you,” the ethros answers, distaste evident in his voice.</p><p></p><p>“She’s here, in the demilich’s fortress,” Sir Maxwell says. “She’s caught in a magical trap.” And the group relates the tale of Sybele’s Folly. After a moment’s contemplation, the ethros offers to try, but warns that his best may not be enough.</p><p></p><p>“Try anything you can,” Thrush demands harshly. He grinds his teeth.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s get moving,” Rex says. “We still have to deal with Felenga- and find and destroy his phylactery.” He pauses, then adds grimly, “I hope he’s not active in a new body...” The group forms up and begins to ready to go out the door and explore. </p><p></p><p>Angel has a shard of the demilich’s skull. She quickly casts <em>know age</em> on it.</p><p></p><p>Acererak was 46,973 years old. Damn.</p><p></p><p>Stuffing the piece of bone in her trophy pouch, she hurries towards the front of the party. The group files out of the hemispherical room, finding themselves in a wide hallway with a number of openings along the left wall. Strange devices surrounded by sheaves of paper scribbled with magical notation, a room full of books- they move quickly.</p><p></p><p>And, quickly, Orbius’ prediction that they would find the phylactery within a short distance of Acererak’s is bourn out. It’s Rex who spots it first- a disgusting, composite undead, made of bits of many different creatures sewn together like a flesh golem and then animated. “There!” he cries, pointing, and activates his <em>boots of speed</em>, trying to get within striking distance of it. Unfortunately for him, not only is the room it’s in is full of bookshelves, making it crowded and cramped and difficult for him to get through, but Thrush, Patyn, Jezebel and Angelfire are all closer than he is to it, and block several of his approaches! He finds himself frustrated and stuck between shelves a short distance away after zigzagging all around the room. Thrush and Angelfire both manage to unload major damage on it, but then it <em>dimension doors</em> away before they can do more.</p><p></p><p>Rex looks around for it, but though he doesn’t see it, through an opening into another hallway on the far side of the room he sees something horrible. The hallway is literally piled with a bunch of writhing forms, but they aren’t alive- they’re <em>parts.</em> Heads gibber, torsos with legs but no arms or heads, humanoid bodies missing components- but all still somehow maintaining animation. Rex grimaces, and then he opens his mouth and breathes out a blast of force. The force tears into the pile of writhing undead bodies, destroying multiple ones and sending putrescent matter spraying over the area. </p><p></p><p>Thrush, enraged and frustrated and tormented by thoughts of Sybele, rushes forward- made <em>greater invisible</em> by Jezebel- and hacks wildly, sending up a spray of reject undead parts and gore. He screams.</p><p></p><p>Angelfire, seeing no sign of the phylactery where the others have gone, moves back into the first hallway. <em>I seem to recall that it made a left turn... if it goes far enough, it probably intersects with that one...</em> As she rounds the corner, though, she has a sudden surprise. Something slams into her with bone-jarring force, knocking her prone and almost lighting her very soul on fire! “Winter-wight!” she shouts, then shakes her head to clear her eyes and looks at it. </p><p></p><p>“Winter-<em>toad!!”</em> she screams, correcting herself.</p><p></p><p>Londo, a few dozen feet behind his mistress, rushes forward, flail at the ready, pulse pounding. </p><p></p><p>Ulla turns into a stone golem. Then she moves up next to Rex, and halts briefly when she sees the rejects. Gulping, she keeps moving forward and starts pounding at them. They’re undead, right? They’re bound to be dangerous, right? And they’re <em>certainly</em> unnatural. And besides, that phylactery-undead composite thing is nowhere in sight. Still, just touching the rejects is almost enough to leave her nauseous. They’re... <em>profane.</em></p><p></p><p>The party spreads out, looking for any sign of the phylactery. If they can find it... if they can destroy it...! <em>Felenga will be destroyed!</em></p><p></p><p>Angelfire screams as the black flame catches on her soul. The skeletal toad, encased in ice, its skull blazing with blightfire, presses its vicious attack on her. It’s the size of a normal human but it hits as hard as a giant. She cries out as it tears into her. She can feel herself weakening. Desperately, she casts <em>timeslip</em> on the defensive, and vanishes out from under it.</p><p></p><p>Rex, meanwhile, throws open a door, cries, “HERE!” and springs into the room.</p><p></p><p>Too slow. </p><p></p><p>The phylactery steps through another <em>dimension door,</em> vanishing only to reappear next to Londo, who immediately turns on it, leaving the winter-toad unopposed for the moment. The toad takes advantage, moving to flank him, and both it and the phylactery pound on Londo heavily.</p><p></p><p>Confusion is rampant. People are running this way and that; Rex is shouting something about here and there; the horrendous rejects are impeding progress. Londo is bracketed by bad guys, caught in a <em>cone of cold</em>; suddenly Rex bursts out another door, and he spots the phylactery again, and he’s shouting again for everyone. </p><p></p><p>Thrush rounds the corner- the two hallways actually wrap around the rooms in a blocky “C” shape- and finds himself with the winter-toad before him. A death grin comes over his face and he begins to hack savagely. The undead creature whirls, clawing and biting at the fighter, and Thrush’s soul catches fire. </p><p></p><p><em>Where the hell is everyone?</em> wonders Londo. Little does he know that, thanks to the efforts of Jezebel and her pseudodragon familiar Smacky, Thrush, Payton and Rex are now <em>greater invisible.</em> He groans as the phylactery strikes him again, and he falls senseless and bleeding to the floor. The composite undead turns and swings a meaty fist into Patyn, smashing his jaw and nose badly. </p><p></p><p>But our heroes have not been idle. Rex swings, smashes, headbutts and kicks the composite undead, sending it staggering. Ulla casts <em>call lightning</em> and zaps it with a bolt; and then Rex tears into it again. And the phylactery falls to the floor, unable to sustain any more damage! Ulla then casts <em>cure light wounds</em> on Londo, stopping him from bleeding out. With a groan, the blackguard heals himself.</p><p></p><p>The winter-toad is still a threat, however. Patyn unleashes a positive energy burst, but it almost completely ignores the blast and tears into Thrush. The fighter sucks it up and then returns the favor. He’s still on blightfire, but it’s flickering lower with every passing moment. Sir Maxwell moves up and lays hands upon him, trying to keep Thrush from falling, while Patyn grimly moves in, channeling and smiting and flanking, and lands a serious blow to the toad. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly Angel returns. The flame on her has gone out, she’s mostly healed and she’s ready. Her falchion sings as she slices into it with deadly ability. But it’s still going, and it tears into her in return! </p><p></p><p><em>This is ridiculous,</em> thinks Ulla as her <em>call lightning</em> blast sluices off the winter-toad like water. <em>It’s a toad!</em> She wants to laugh; she wants to cry. This ‘toad’ is tearing them up.</p><p></p><p>Londo, meanwhile, staggers to his feet. He glances at the felled phylactery nearby, glances at the battle with the toad further off. <em>They can take care of it,</em> he thinks of the winter-toad, and sets to searching the phylactery. He wants to be <em>sure.</em> After a few moments, his probing fingers find something hard in its chest. He pulls forth a dagger and after a little work he extracts a heart-sized gem.</p><p></p><p>“Oho,” he says cheerfully, and lays the gem on the floor. With a rare smile, Londo pulls forth his flail again.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the winter-toad is surrounded, flanked on all sides, and severely assailed. Finally, Patyn gives it a final smite and it shatters into chunks of ice and bone. Breathing hard, our heroes look around in time to see Londo pounding on the heart stone. Immediately realizing that this must be the true phylactery, the others join in. It is Rex who actually smashes the stone; and from it, a weird shade seems to rise, an image of a tall human before he became undead; a mere man, at one point, before he gave over to madness and the following of Tharizdun; and as if an image in smoke torn by the wind, Felenga tears and shreds. There is the faint suggestion of an echoing voice crying out, pleading for mercy, and a last, fading, gibbering, <em>Nooooooooo.......</em></p><p></p><p>And then Felenga is gone forever, just like Acererak.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Thread’s almost over, folks. Next time is the epilogue! After that- a new story hour thread for the epic party!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1577744, member: 1210"] [b]CONCLUSION (pt. 3)[/b] Our heroes stand amongst the ruins of Acererak’s plans. The shards of the Phylactery of the Apotheosis glimmer a fading red all around them. The chamber is now dominated by the gaping hole in the floor opening into the Void. “I wonder if he had any treasure?” Rex says aloud. “Hmm, good idea,” says Angelfire. “We should search.” The group looks around. There is another door out of the chamber, and above them they can see a ledge of some sort- no doubt it was there that the demilich had floated down at them from. Rex spreads his wings and flies up, followed by Ulla (who shifts into the form of an eagle for the ascent before fluidly changing into an air elemental). Indeed, the ledge has some treasure. Quite a bit of treasure. “Holy crap!” exclaims Rex. The group hauls it down to the floor and counts it up. It’s an impressive haul, resplendent with gems and magic. Grinning, the group puts it away for later division. That’s when the door opens and a silent troupe of figures enters. The leader is one of those mysterious blue-skinned beings called [i]ethros[/i], and he is followed by a quartet of strange ram-headed humanoid beings. Without a word, moving with a strange air of reverence, they begin spreading slowly into the chamber. There is an almost ritualistic quality to their motions; each of the ram-headed beings carries some sort of small, diaphanous net-like thing. “Hey!” exclaims Ulla. Thrush’s blade is naked in his hand. Angel’s falchion scrapes free of its scabbard. “Who are you?” cries Sir Maxwell, pulling his silver hammer out. The ethros slowly turns to face the party. His deep azure eyes seem to drink them in for a moment. His expression never changes from one of great solemnity. “We are but simple pilgrims,” he declares softly. “Pilgrims!” exclaim Patyn and Sir Maxwell together. Then, Maxwell: “Pilgrims of [i]who?[/i]” The ethros shakes his head. “We serve no god or power. We merely study.” “Study what?” Rex demands suspiciously. Thrush glowers at the ethros balefully. “Death,” the blue-skinned figure intones. Sir Maxwell checks for evil, and Patyn for undeath. Maxwell frowns- the ram-headed things are [i]very[/i] evil- but Patyn ascertains that none of the strange pilgrims are undead. “What is it that you want?” asks Angel. “Did you serve the demilich?” “We wish to study,” repeats the ethros. “As I said, we serve no one. Something happened here moments ago that caused [i]ripples[/i] throughout the entire Negative Energy Plane. It was strong with death. We wish to study the phenomenon.” Holding Angelfire’s eyes for a moment, the ethros’ face remains in its same aspect of solemnity. “What’s your name?” “Remilino,” the ethros answers after a flicker of hesitation. Angelfire nods. “Are you a wizard or sorcerer? Or a cleric? We have a friend in trouble...” “Sybele!” groans Thrush. “If you can help her,” Angel continues, “we won’t interfere with your studies here as long as you don’t interfere with us.” “I am unwilling to go on some adventure for you,” the ethros answers, distaste evident in his voice. “She’s here, in the demilich’s fortress,” Sir Maxwell says. “She’s caught in a magical trap.” And the group relates the tale of Sybele’s Folly. After a moment’s contemplation, the ethros offers to try, but warns that his best may not be enough. “Try anything you can,” Thrush demands harshly. He grinds his teeth. “Let’s get moving,” Rex says. “We still have to deal with Felenga- and find and destroy his phylactery.” He pauses, then adds grimly, “I hope he’s not active in a new body...” The group forms up and begins to ready to go out the door and explore. Angel has a shard of the demilich’s skull. She quickly casts [i]know age[/i] on it. Acererak was 46,973 years old. Damn. Stuffing the piece of bone in her trophy pouch, she hurries towards the front of the party. The group files out of the hemispherical room, finding themselves in a wide hallway with a number of openings along the left wall. Strange devices surrounded by sheaves of paper scribbled with magical notation, a room full of books- they move quickly. And, quickly, Orbius’ prediction that they would find the phylactery within a short distance of Acererak’s is bourn out. It’s Rex who spots it first- a disgusting, composite undead, made of bits of many different creatures sewn together like a flesh golem and then animated. “There!” he cries, pointing, and activates his [i]boots of speed[/i], trying to get within striking distance of it. Unfortunately for him, not only is the room it’s in is full of bookshelves, making it crowded and cramped and difficult for him to get through, but Thrush, Patyn, Jezebel and Angelfire are all closer than he is to it, and block several of his approaches! He finds himself frustrated and stuck between shelves a short distance away after zigzagging all around the room. Thrush and Angelfire both manage to unload major damage on it, but then it [i]dimension doors[/i] away before they can do more. Rex looks around for it, but though he doesn’t see it, through an opening into another hallway on the far side of the room he sees something horrible. The hallway is literally piled with a bunch of writhing forms, but they aren’t alive- they’re [i]parts.[/i] Heads gibber, torsos with legs but no arms or heads, humanoid bodies missing components- but all still somehow maintaining animation. Rex grimaces, and then he opens his mouth and breathes out a blast of force. The force tears into the pile of writhing undead bodies, destroying multiple ones and sending putrescent matter spraying over the area. Thrush, enraged and frustrated and tormented by thoughts of Sybele, rushes forward- made [i]greater invisible[/i] by Jezebel- and hacks wildly, sending up a spray of reject undead parts and gore. He screams. Angelfire, seeing no sign of the phylactery where the others have gone, moves back into the first hallway. [i]I seem to recall that it made a left turn... if it goes far enough, it probably intersects with that one...[/i] As she rounds the corner, though, she has a sudden surprise. Something slams into her with bone-jarring force, knocking her prone and almost lighting her very soul on fire! “Winter-wight!” she shouts, then shakes her head to clear her eyes and looks at it. “Winter-[i]toad!!”[/i] she screams, correcting herself. Londo, a few dozen feet behind his mistress, rushes forward, flail at the ready, pulse pounding. Ulla turns into a stone golem. Then she moves up next to Rex, and halts briefly when she sees the rejects. Gulping, she keeps moving forward and starts pounding at them. They’re undead, right? They’re bound to be dangerous, right? And they’re [i]certainly[/i] unnatural. And besides, that phylactery-undead composite thing is nowhere in sight. Still, just touching the rejects is almost enough to leave her nauseous. They’re... [i]profane.[/i] The party spreads out, looking for any sign of the phylactery. If they can find it... if they can destroy it...! [i]Felenga will be destroyed![/i] Angelfire screams as the black flame catches on her soul. The skeletal toad, encased in ice, its skull blazing with blightfire, presses its vicious attack on her. It’s the size of a normal human but it hits as hard as a giant. She cries out as it tears into her. She can feel herself weakening. Desperately, she casts [i]timeslip[/i] on the defensive, and vanishes out from under it. Rex, meanwhile, throws open a door, cries, “HERE!” and springs into the room. Too slow. The phylactery steps through another [i]dimension door,[/i] vanishing only to reappear next to Londo, who immediately turns on it, leaving the winter-toad unopposed for the moment. The toad takes advantage, moving to flank him, and both it and the phylactery pound on Londo heavily. Confusion is rampant. People are running this way and that; Rex is shouting something about here and there; the horrendous rejects are impeding progress. Londo is bracketed by bad guys, caught in a [i]cone of cold[/i]; suddenly Rex bursts out another door, and he spots the phylactery again, and he’s shouting again for everyone. Thrush rounds the corner- the two hallways actually wrap around the rooms in a blocky “C” shape- and finds himself with the winter-toad before him. A death grin comes over his face and he begins to hack savagely. The undead creature whirls, clawing and biting at the fighter, and Thrush’s soul catches fire. [i]Where the hell is everyone?[/i] wonders Londo. Little does he know that, thanks to the efforts of Jezebel and her pseudodragon familiar Smacky, Thrush, Payton and Rex are now [i]greater invisible.[/i] He groans as the phylactery strikes him again, and he falls senseless and bleeding to the floor. The composite undead turns and swings a meaty fist into Patyn, smashing his jaw and nose badly. But our heroes have not been idle. Rex swings, smashes, headbutts and kicks the composite undead, sending it staggering. Ulla casts [i]call lightning[/i] and zaps it with a bolt; and then Rex tears into it again. And the phylactery falls to the floor, unable to sustain any more damage! Ulla then casts [i]cure light wounds[/i] on Londo, stopping him from bleeding out. With a groan, the blackguard heals himself. The winter-toad is still a threat, however. Patyn unleashes a positive energy burst, but it almost completely ignores the blast and tears into Thrush. The fighter sucks it up and then returns the favor. He’s still on blightfire, but it’s flickering lower with every passing moment. Sir Maxwell moves up and lays hands upon him, trying to keep Thrush from falling, while Patyn grimly moves in, channeling and smiting and flanking, and lands a serious blow to the toad. Suddenly Angel returns. The flame on her has gone out, she’s mostly healed and she’s ready. Her falchion sings as she slices into it with deadly ability. But it’s still going, and it tears into her in return! [i]This is ridiculous,[/i] thinks Ulla as her [i]call lightning[/i] blast sluices off the winter-toad like water. [i]It’s a toad![/i] She wants to laugh; she wants to cry. This ‘toad’ is tearing them up. Londo, meanwhile, staggers to his feet. He glances at the felled phylactery nearby, glances at the battle with the toad further off. [i]They can take care of it,[/i] he thinks of the winter-toad, and sets to searching the phylactery. He wants to be [i]sure.[/i] After a few moments, his probing fingers find something hard in its chest. He pulls forth a dagger and after a little work he extracts a heart-sized gem. “Oho,” he says cheerfully, and lays the gem on the floor. With a rare smile, Londo pulls forth his flail again. Meanwhile, the winter-toad is surrounded, flanked on all sides, and severely assailed. Finally, Patyn gives it a final smite and it shatters into chunks of ice and bone. Breathing hard, our heroes look around in time to see Londo pounding on the heart stone. Immediately realizing that this must be the true phylactery, the others join in. It is Rex who actually smashes the stone; and from it, a weird shade seems to rise, an image of a tall human before he became undead; a mere man, at one point, before he gave over to madness and the following of Tharizdun; and as if an image in smoke torn by the wind, Felenga tears and shreds. There is the faint suggestion of an echoing voice crying out, pleading for mercy, and a last, fading, gibbering, [i]Nooooooooo.......[/i] And then Felenga is gone forever, just like Acererak. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Thread’s almost over, folks. Next time is the epilogue! After that- a new story hour thread for the epic party! [/QUOTE]
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