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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3353673" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Book V</p><p></p><p> Notes – Chapter Fifty-Eight – Reg looks for some heroes and finds us!</p><p></p><p> We were back at our keep for a week or so when Reg approached the Marshall in town and told him about someone in town who was seeking the assistance of some heroes. Reg said he did not know any, but referred him to us, a subtle compliment, I’m sure. </p><p> We found this person, Riikan Dack, in the weather district. He told us he was a collector of rare items, and that one of his precious items was stolen, a weapon named Whelm, a warhammer of some power. He offered to pay us ten thousand gold coins for its safe return, a sum he assured us was far more than we would get on the open market, which was a wise move, because my lab assistants would not have returned it to him otherwise. </p><p> Dack told us that he received a note when the item was gone, a note with a long poem on it giving some sort of clue about where to find it. The most interesting part of it was that it was signed “K.” The mute bard told us that this could only be Keraptis, an ancient arcane wizard of some power, long thought to be dead. As if that would stop any good wizard from writing notes. </p><p> Dack also told us there were two other weapons stolen, a sword named Blackrazor, and a trident named Wave. Those he promised us nothing for and we promised him nothing in return, a fair exchange. </p><p> From the poem, we discerned that we had to travel two weeks to White Plume Mountain, a name that was vaguely familiar to me. </p><p> I left my alabaster beauties and Trosty at the keep and had them continue the cleanup work there. My trusty lieutenant Blackberry and Brunt’s Revenge came along with us, with BR pulling the cart. And my three new friends Gorem, Wilson, and Eames rode with me in the carriage while Blackberry covered us from the air. </p><p> After two weeks travel, we reached Yellowreach, a small city at the base of the mountain. </p><p></p><p> Notes – Chapter Fifty-Nine – We see the plumes</p><p></p><p> The Town had nothing much worth mentioning, though they did have some nice, hot baths from natural springs. I wanted to go and sit in those hot springs and relax with my friends, but the Marshall seemed to think that my friends would not be welcomed there. It seems the specter of bigotry (including against spectres, no doubt) again rears its ugly head. </p><p> After our brief dally in town, we headed for Wizard’s Mouth, the cavern that was the only known entrance to the mountain. From a distance, we could see huge plumes of white steam gushing forth from the top of the mountain and leaving a trailing plume to the east. Whomever named the mountain lacked imagination. Blackberry could do better. </p><p> We entered the cave and found ourselves standing ankle deep in water. At least most of us. I climbed on BR’s back and rode him, keeping my boots dry. BR is a good friend. </p><p> Balor scouted ahead and then came back, so we all went forward. We reached the end of the tunnel and found a Sphinx there, riddles ready, answers needed to continue on. BR took me right up to him, past all of my lab assistants, who were standing stunned in the hallway, probably something from the sphinx. Perhaps a riddle is required to enter as well. </p><p> He told us that he was bound to guard the halls and that we had to give the solution to a riddle each time we wished to pass a hall. Three halls branched behind him. He said the riddle will change with each new journey through the hall. </p><p> Balor, stunned behind me, seethed, ready to kill the sphinx. But I wanted to hear the riddles. They ought to be fun. It gave me so many wonderful ideas for my next friends. By the time Balor was moving again, I had already answered the first riddle, something about a river, or a coffin, or a moon. Or something like that. We took the north passage first, finding more water. </p><p></p><p> Notes – Chapter Sixty – Sea Creatures must DIE</p><p></p><p> The passage went past an alcove that seemed empty, then opened into a large room full of water. At the far end were stairs and a door. Balor walked along the ceiling to the door, but before he could open it, a hag appeared from the water and gazed upon him, sapping his strength and almost sending him into the water. I had to save him!</p><p> I sent my three new friends forward, into the water, after the hag. Blackberry flew right behind them. The hag, weakened by missiles of magic from Selena, cowardly ran into the water before Eames could reach her. Even worse, some large sea creature came up from the water and wrapped its tentacles around Wilson, grabbing him, and then crushing the unlife out of him. </p><p> “Wiiiiiilsoooooooon!” I screamed over and over as I let loose words of magical power, forming them into a spectral hand that I then sent out to repeatedly touch and harm the tentacled monster. I told Gorem and Eames to get away from the beast before it killed them as well. Blackberry jumped into the water and began assaulting it with his great sword. Willow, bless her heart, surrounded the beast with three crocodiles she summoned from the depths. From our combined might, the beast’s tentacles were no more. We, the great heroes, had vanquished it! </p><p> Blackberry retrieved Wilson’s body. Poor Wilson. Only four weeks old and now dead and gone. I saved his body for later. The hag’s body was also taken, after the Marshall finished her off. </p><p> I sent Blackberry to swim under the water to search for the hag’s lair, and he found it, retrieving for us her pathetic horde. She would pay dearly for her deeds later. I have great plans for her body. Or rather, what was left of it after the Marshall killed her and the Mute Bard cut off a souvenir. </p><p></p><p> Notes – Chapter Sixty-One – Spinning hall of fire</p><p></p><p> The door led to a hall that ended in a spinning cylinder of oil, ripe for fire. Balor caught the brunt of it when he ran to the end and saw a flaming arrow spew forth from an arrow slit at the hall’s end. We quickly doused the flames and then made our way to the end of the hall. </p><p> It opened into a room that led to another door. This door led to a small room with a large book on a table and a man and a wolf, standing in the corner. </p><p> “Vampires!” shouted the Marshall, and I readied my skull. </p><p> “Vampires?” responded the Mute Bard.</p><p> “Vampires?” I asked, with a slightly different inflection. </p><p> “Yes,” said the Marshall, “Look at the wolf! He can call to him wolves, he must be a vampire!”</p><p> I glanced to my left at Willow, standing next to me, a large wolf at her side. “Are you a vampire?” I asked her? She knew the question was earnest, and she knew I already knew the answer, and so she said nothing. </p><p> My own training told me nothing so far. But I did know that I would love to meet a vampire and have him join the ranks of my friends. Vampires can be such charming friends, I’ve heard. </p><p> I held aloft my skull, and waited to see what the man had to say, particularly to the Marshall.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3353673, member: 939"] Book V Notes – Chapter Fifty-Eight – Reg looks for some heroes and finds us! We were back at our keep for a week or so when Reg approached the Marshall in town and told him about someone in town who was seeking the assistance of some heroes. Reg said he did not know any, but referred him to us, a subtle compliment, I’m sure. We found this person, Riikan Dack, in the weather district. He told us he was a collector of rare items, and that one of his precious items was stolen, a weapon named Whelm, a warhammer of some power. He offered to pay us ten thousand gold coins for its safe return, a sum he assured us was far more than we would get on the open market, which was a wise move, because my lab assistants would not have returned it to him otherwise. Dack told us that he received a note when the item was gone, a note with a long poem on it giving some sort of clue about where to find it. The most interesting part of it was that it was signed “K.” The mute bard told us that this could only be Keraptis, an ancient arcane wizard of some power, long thought to be dead. As if that would stop any good wizard from writing notes. Dack also told us there were two other weapons stolen, a sword named Blackrazor, and a trident named Wave. Those he promised us nothing for and we promised him nothing in return, a fair exchange. From the poem, we discerned that we had to travel two weeks to White Plume Mountain, a name that was vaguely familiar to me. I left my alabaster beauties and Trosty at the keep and had them continue the cleanup work there. My trusty lieutenant Blackberry and Brunt’s Revenge came along with us, with BR pulling the cart. And my three new friends Gorem, Wilson, and Eames rode with me in the carriage while Blackberry covered us from the air. After two weeks travel, we reached Yellowreach, a small city at the base of the mountain. Notes – Chapter Fifty-Nine – We see the plumes The Town had nothing much worth mentioning, though they did have some nice, hot baths from natural springs. I wanted to go and sit in those hot springs and relax with my friends, but the Marshall seemed to think that my friends would not be welcomed there. It seems the specter of bigotry (including against spectres, no doubt) again rears its ugly head. After our brief dally in town, we headed for Wizard’s Mouth, the cavern that was the only known entrance to the mountain. From a distance, we could see huge plumes of white steam gushing forth from the top of the mountain and leaving a trailing plume to the east. Whomever named the mountain lacked imagination. Blackberry could do better. We entered the cave and found ourselves standing ankle deep in water. At least most of us. I climbed on BR’s back and rode him, keeping my boots dry. BR is a good friend. Balor scouted ahead and then came back, so we all went forward. We reached the end of the tunnel and found a Sphinx there, riddles ready, answers needed to continue on. BR took me right up to him, past all of my lab assistants, who were standing stunned in the hallway, probably something from the sphinx. Perhaps a riddle is required to enter as well. He told us that he was bound to guard the halls and that we had to give the solution to a riddle each time we wished to pass a hall. Three halls branched behind him. He said the riddle will change with each new journey through the hall. Balor, stunned behind me, seethed, ready to kill the sphinx. But I wanted to hear the riddles. They ought to be fun. It gave me so many wonderful ideas for my next friends. By the time Balor was moving again, I had already answered the first riddle, something about a river, or a coffin, or a moon. Or something like that. We took the north passage first, finding more water. Notes – Chapter Sixty – Sea Creatures must DIE The passage went past an alcove that seemed empty, then opened into a large room full of water. At the far end were stairs and a door. Balor walked along the ceiling to the door, but before he could open it, a hag appeared from the water and gazed upon him, sapping his strength and almost sending him into the water. I had to save him! I sent my three new friends forward, into the water, after the hag. Blackberry flew right behind them. The hag, weakened by missiles of magic from Selena, cowardly ran into the water before Eames could reach her. Even worse, some large sea creature came up from the water and wrapped its tentacles around Wilson, grabbing him, and then crushing the unlife out of him. “Wiiiiiilsoooooooon!” I screamed over and over as I let loose words of magical power, forming them into a spectral hand that I then sent out to repeatedly touch and harm the tentacled monster. I told Gorem and Eames to get away from the beast before it killed them as well. Blackberry jumped into the water and began assaulting it with his great sword. Willow, bless her heart, surrounded the beast with three crocodiles she summoned from the depths. From our combined might, the beast’s tentacles were no more. We, the great heroes, had vanquished it! Blackberry retrieved Wilson’s body. Poor Wilson. Only four weeks old and now dead and gone. I saved his body for later. The hag’s body was also taken, after the Marshall finished her off. I sent Blackberry to swim under the water to search for the hag’s lair, and he found it, retrieving for us her pathetic horde. She would pay dearly for her deeds later. I have great plans for her body. Or rather, what was left of it after the Marshall killed her and the Mute Bard cut off a souvenir. Notes – Chapter Sixty-One – Spinning hall of fire The door led to a hall that ended in a spinning cylinder of oil, ripe for fire. Balor caught the brunt of it when he ran to the end and saw a flaming arrow spew forth from an arrow slit at the hall’s end. We quickly doused the flames and then made our way to the end of the hall. It opened into a room that led to another door. This door led to a small room with a large book on a table and a man and a wolf, standing in the corner. “Vampires!” shouted the Marshall, and I readied my skull. “Vampires?” responded the Mute Bard. “Vampires?” I asked, with a slightly different inflection. “Yes,” said the Marshall, “Look at the wolf! He can call to him wolves, he must be a vampire!” I glanced to my left at Willow, standing next to me, a large wolf at her side. “Are you a vampire?” I asked her? She knew the question was earnest, and she knew I already knew the answer, and so she said nothing. My own training told me nothing so far. But I did know that I would love to meet a vampire and have him join the ranks of my friends. Vampires can be such charming friends, I’ve heard. I held aloft my skull, and waited to see what the man had to say, particularly to the Marshall. [/QUOTE]
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