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<blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1254616" data-attributes="member: 10820"><p>(Just to keep Stone Angel from having to do too much work...)</p><p></p><p>Varick lifted his morningstar, the star head shaped in the likeness of the stars of Mystra. He presented in front of himself and called out a loud prayer to the Lady of Mysteries. A golden light rippled forth from the morningstar, an answer to his prayer. The hezrou recoiled at the symbol and growled out something in an infernal tongue. It lunged forward, stopped suddenly. Ethereal tendrils of light were holding it in place. The demon cried out in anger and looked down at the golden rift opening beneath it. In a howl of anguish the demon was sucked into the rift, and it closed behind him.</p><p></p><p>Howls from the rooftop sent the remaining heroes in action. The vrocks each seemed to shudder, and multiple mirror images of each of the beasts appeared alongside them. Will lifted his hands and muttered a few arcane words. Bursts of fire ripped up around each of the demons. The massive vrocks were bathed in multiple blasts and reeled from the intense heat of the bursts. When the smoke cleared, all three demons were still standing, but they were all charred badly. </p><p></p><p>Plickit bolted out of the inn’s courtyard, running around to the side of the building, looking for a way to flank the demons. Delorian and Marcus spread out, watching the demons closely.</p><p></p><p>One leapt off the rooftop, its wings snapping out to carry it down into the midst of the group. It swooped in near Varick, its talons lashing out at the priest. The priest responded with his holy morningstar. With two quick smashes from the holy weapon, the vrock fell dead at the priest’s feet.</p><p></p><p>Another one launched from the rooftop. It let out a piercing screech that sent the group stumbling. As the group attempted to shake off the effects of the scream, the vrock shuddered and thousands of tiny spores exploded from its skin, embedding in the skin of its prey, Varick, Marcus, and Delorian.</p><p></p><p>Will was still trying to shake off the effects of the second vrock’s scream when the last vrock swooped in. Its taloned feet snatched the wizard up. As it carried him upward, the vrock shuddered, and spores embedded in the wizard as well.</p><p></p><p>The other vrock watched as Varick, stunned from the scream, dropped his holy morningstar. The beast cackled and threw out one hand. It growled out in infernal, but all of them heard it in their minds, “You won’t be needing that anymore!” With a flick of its wrist the holy weapon flipped through the air, landing on the rooftop nearby. </p><p></p><p>Will blinked, the pain of the spores finally clearing his mind. He started to struggle, but it was too late, some five stories up in the air, the vrock tossed him away. Will tried to reach out, but the vrock quickly pulled its legs in and watched the wizard fall to the ground far below. Will hit with a sickening crunch, bones breaking, and blood welling into his mouth. </p><p></p><p>The other closer vrock leapt to the air and was raking Varick with its talons and beak. Delorian tried to hit it, but his attacks seemed to have little effects on the unholy demons. Marcus ran up along the wall of the courtyard, stabbing out with his rapier at the closest one.</p><p></p><p>Will tried to lift himself up, but the pain was too much, and he heard another vrock flapping around just above him. He rolled onto his back, blood slipping from between his lips as he muttered arcane words of fire. His eyes lit up with bright flames. His hands came up and the vrock looked down at him, surprised to see him still moving. Fire leapt from the wizard’s hands, but the vrock was too quick, and leapt easily to the side of the slow attack.</p><p></p><p>The demon called something out in its infernal tongue, but all heard it in their heads. “Fool. Your feeble attacks can not touch me!” Its wings folded in and it dived toward the wizard. </p><p></p><p>Will never looked away. “I wasn’t aiming at you.” The wizard growled in pain as small vines started to grow from his skin. Delorian, Marcus and Varick were likewise finding the spores effects quite horrifying. But Will just watched the flames arch up to between the two remaining vrock. The closest one to him saw him looking past and glanced up, recognizing too late that the jet of flame was similar to the pea shaped ball of fire of a fireball. </p><p></p><p>Only bigger, much bigger. </p><p></p><p>The explosion was seen across the city. It lit up the noon sky to levels of brightness that Saerloon rarely saw even at high noon in summer. The flames rippled out, engulfing both the vrocks, but leaving the inn untouched by anything but the minor flaming debris falling from the corpses of the vrocks.</p><p></p><p>Varick quickly pulled forth a vial of holy water and washed it over the vines growing from his skin. The vines melted away, leaving tiny holes in his skin, but no more growth. Will sat up and quickly drank a potion. The vines died off him as well, turning brittle and cracking and falling away. Delorian walked over to Will, glancing at Varick as the priest applied holy water to the vines growing from Marcus. The monk asked Will, “do you have any more of those.” Will looked from Delorian to Varick, then shook his head, “Sorry.” </p><p></p><p>Delorian looked to the priest and frowned. Being lathered in Mystra’s holy water was not something monk had any intentions of allowing. Marcus made the choice unnecessary. “I have one.” He fished out the neutralize poison potion and handed it over. Delorian nodded his thanks and down the potion quickly. Varick knelt down and healed Will as Plickit returned to the group. </p><p></p><p>Glancing up at the top of the inn, Varick asked Marcus, “Mind retrieving my morningstar?” Marcus quickly climbed the walls of the inn as a crowd gathered to discuss what had just happened. Guards showed up, but by all accounts the heroes had just saved the entire inn from certain destruction.</p><p></p><p>As they stood recovering, a young elven lass dressed all in blue, that the group had seen the previous day in the inn’s main room, came bouncing up to the party. She opened her mouth to talk and never seemed to stop. “That was so wonderful! Your fire spells are amazing. How do you conjure fire so well?”</p><p></p><p>Will tried to get a word in edgewise. “Well, lots of study.”</p><p></p><p>The elf giggled, “But you are only a human. I’ve seen elven high mages that can not conjure such wonderful spells. You simply must tell me your secret. Unless of course… oh, how silly of me.” She leaned in and whispered, though everyone around could easily hear. “You aren’t actually human are you… masquerading with the little people are we?”</p><p></p><p>Will smirked, “Well, you know…” </p><p></p><p>“Oh I do! I do.” She waved her hands rapidly as she talked. “I tell you, these humans, they are fun to watch though, aren’t they?” A large hulking human warrior that they had seen with her before stepped up behind her. He did not even seem to notice her mention of humans, and seemed to be paying much more attention to all of them. He seemed to be waiting for one of them to make a wrong move of some sort. His stance was tense, and though his massive axe was on his back, it did not really look like he needed it to be competent in combat.</p><p></p><p>The elf continued, “So how long have you been in the city? Going to stay long? You just simply have to tell me about your fire magic.”</p><p></p><p>Will shrugged and changed the subject, “So why are you in Saerloon? Just watching the little people?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh no, dear no. I have business here. This group of humans wants something from me.” Again she failed to whisper quietly, “You know how they are. They always want something from us.” Again in a louder voice, one octave below ear piercing, “I give them a little of what they want and they just simply shower me with gifts. So I’m staying here for a while, see how long they are willing to cower for my attention. You know how it is.” </p><p></p><p>Will just nodded, “Indeed.” About then, Plickit strode up. He studied the elf and her human escort. His head cocked to one side. “This is Plickit… he’s with me. I’m sorry, I did not get your name…”</p><p></p><p>She absently answered, “Tiana.” She seemed taken with Plickit and leaned forward into his personal space to study him closely. “How… interesting.” She giggled and clapped her hands looking at Will, “You have a pet bug!” She turned to Plickit and spoke very loud and slowly. “Hello… Plickit! Can … you … understand… common?”</p><p></p><p>Plickit opened his mandibles to speak then just sighed and closed them again and turned to walk away.</p><p></p><p>Tiana just blinked, “Was it something I said?”</p><p></p><p>Delorian wandered back into the inn, his entire body hurting from the growth of vines that though now gone, had left holes all throughout his skin. When he got inside, he found the darkest corner he could find. When his natural healing did kick in well enough for his tastes, he closed his eyes and willed the inn as dark as night.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the heroes were outside, when the screams of panic came from the inn. People were running from the main room, screaming about demons making them blind and so forth. Will walked over, looked in and called out, “Delorian, if you are causing this darkness, stop it. We’ve had enough trouble for one day.” </p><p></p><p>The monk sighed but let the light return. Marcus walked up to the bar as the bartender finally came out from hiding. His response at a request for a drink was not too welcoming. “I think its time you and yours left,” growled the innkeeper.</p><p></p><p>“What? We just saved your inn!” </p><p></p><p>“From demons that you probably brought with you! You travel with hellspawn,” the innkeeper thrust a finger at Delorian, “Now leave!” </p><p></p><p>Will interrupted, “Alright. We’ll leave… relax. Come on everyone, lets go.”</p><p></p><p>Marcus growled, “No. I’m not leaving.”</p><p></p><p>The innkeeper looked at the guards still milling about. “What?”</p><p></p><p>Marcus shook his head. “I said, I’m not leaving. Not until you pay us what is owed. We prepaid for the room. If we aren’t staying, then give me back the extra money.”</p><p></p><p>The innkeeper stood narrowed his eyes at Marcus, then growled a curse under his breath and retrieved a few silver from the cashbox behind the bar. “Here. Now go!”</p><p></p><p>Will and the others turned to walk out. Tiana stopped Will and grinned, “Don’t be a stranger…. Human.” She winked, giggled and bounced off towards the stairs of the inn.</p><p></p><p>As the group walked out, Plickit just muttered to the others, “Why can’t I eat elves again?”</p><p></p><p>Will glanced back. "I think that one might give you a severe case of indigestion."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wraithdrit, post: 1254616, member: 10820"] (Just to keep Stone Angel from having to do too much work...) Varick lifted his morningstar, the star head shaped in the likeness of the stars of Mystra. He presented in front of himself and called out a loud prayer to the Lady of Mysteries. A golden light rippled forth from the morningstar, an answer to his prayer. The hezrou recoiled at the symbol and growled out something in an infernal tongue. It lunged forward, stopped suddenly. Ethereal tendrils of light were holding it in place. The demon cried out in anger and looked down at the golden rift opening beneath it. In a howl of anguish the demon was sucked into the rift, and it closed behind him. Howls from the rooftop sent the remaining heroes in action. The vrocks each seemed to shudder, and multiple mirror images of each of the beasts appeared alongside them. Will lifted his hands and muttered a few arcane words. Bursts of fire ripped up around each of the demons. The massive vrocks were bathed in multiple blasts and reeled from the intense heat of the bursts. When the smoke cleared, all three demons were still standing, but they were all charred badly. Plickit bolted out of the inn’s courtyard, running around to the side of the building, looking for a way to flank the demons. Delorian and Marcus spread out, watching the demons closely. One leapt off the rooftop, its wings snapping out to carry it down into the midst of the group. It swooped in near Varick, its talons lashing out at the priest. The priest responded with his holy morningstar. With two quick smashes from the holy weapon, the vrock fell dead at the priest’s feet. Another one launched from the rooftop. It let out a piercing screech that sent the group stumbling. As the group attempted to shake off the effects of the scream, the vrock shuddered and thousands of tiny spores exploded from its skin, embedding in the skin of its prey, Varick, Marcus, and Delorian. Will was still trying to shake off the effects of the second vrock’s scream when the last vrock swooped in. Its taloned feet snatched the wizard up. As it carried him upward, the vrock shuddered, and spores embedded in the wizard as well. The other vrock watched as Varick, stunned from the scream, dropped his holy morningstar. The beast cackled and threw out one hand. It growled out in infernal, but all of them heard it in their minds, “You won’t be needing that anymore!” With a flick of its wrist the holy weapon flipped through the air, landing on the rooftop nearby. Will blinked, the pain of the spores finally clearing his mind. He started to struggle, but it was too late, some five stories up in the air, the vrock tossed him away. Will tried to reach out, but the vrock quickly pulled its legs in and watched the wizard fall to the ground far below. Will hit with a sickening crunch, bones breaking, and blood welling into his mouth. The other closer vrock leapt to the air and was raking Varick with its talons and beak. Delorian tried to hit it, but his attacks seemed to have little effects on the unholy demons. Marcus ran up along the wall of the courtyard, stabbing out with his rapier at the closest one. Will tried to lift himself up, but the pain was too much, and he heard another vrock flapping around just above him. He rolled onto his back, blood slipping from between his lips as he muttered arcane words of fire. His eyes lit up with bright flames. His hands came up and the vrock looked down at him, surprised to see him still moving. Fire leapt from the wizard’s hands, but the vrock was too quick, and leapt easily to the side of the slow attack. The demon called something out in its infernal tongue, but all heard it in their heads. “Fool. Your feeble attacks can not touch me!” Its wings folded in and it dived toward the wizard. Will never looked away. “I wasn’t aiming at you.” The wizard growled in pain as small vines started to grow from his skin. Delorian, Marcus and Varick were likewise finding the spores effects quite horrifying. But Will just watched the flames arch up to between the two remaining vrock. The closest one to him saw him looking past and glanced up, recognizing too late that the jet of flame was similar to the pea shaped ball of fire of a fireball. Only bigger, much bigger. The explosion was seen across the city. It lit up the noon sky to levels of brightness that Saerloon rarely saw even at high noon in summer. The flames rippled out, engulfing both the vrocks, but leaving the inn untouched by anything but the minor flaming debris falling from the corpses of the vrocks. Varick quickly pulled forth a vial of holy water and washed it over the vines growing from his skin. The vines melted away, leaving tiny holes in his skin, but no more growth. Will sat up and quickly drank a potion. The vines died off him as well, turning brittle and cracking and falling away. Delorian walked over to Will, glancing at Varick as the priest applied holy water to the vines growing from Marcus. The monk asked Will, “do you have any more of those.” Will looked from Delorian to Varick, then shook his head, “Sorry.” Delorian looked to the priest and frowned. Being lathered in Mystra’s holy water was not something monk had any intentions of allowing. Marcus made the choice unnecessary. “I have one.” He fished out the neutralize poison potion and handed it over. Delorian nodded his thanks and down the potion quickly. Varick knelt down and healed Will as Plickit returned to the group. Glancing up at the top of the inn, Varick asked Marcus, “Mind retrieving my morningstar?” Marcus quickly climbed the walls of the inn as a crowd gathered to discuss what had just happened. Guards showed up, but by all accounts the heroes had just saved the entire inn from certain destruction. As they stood recovering, a young elven lass dressed all in blue, that the group had seen the previous day in the inn’s main room, came bouncing up to the party. She opened her mouth to talk and never seemed to stop. “That was so wonderful! Your fire spells are amazing. How do you conjure fire so well?” Will tried to get a word in edgewise. “Well, lots of study.” The elf giggled, “But you are only a human. I’ve seen elven high mages that can not conjure such wonderful spells. You simply must tell me your secret. Unless of course… oh, how silly of me.” She leaned in and whispered, though everyone around could easily hear. “You aren’t actually human are you… masquerading with the little people are we?” Will smirked, “Well, you know…” “Oh I do! I do.” She waved her hands rapidly as she talked. “I tell you, these humans, they are fun to watch though, aren’t they?” A large hulking human warrior that they had seen with her before stepped up behind her. He did not even seem to notice her mention of humans, and seemed to be paying much more attention to all of them. He seemed to be waiting for one of them to make a wrong move of some sort. His stance was tense, and though his massive axe was on his back, it did not really look like he needed it to be competent in combat. The elf continued, “So how long have you been in the city? Going to stay long? You just simply have to tell me about your fire magic.” Will shrugged and changed the subject, “So why are you in Saerloon? Just watching the little people?” “Oh no, dear no. I have business here. This group of humans wants something from me.” Again she failed to whisper quietly, “You know how they are. They always want something from us.” Again in a louder voice, one octave below ear piercing, “I give them a little of what they want and they just simply shower me with gifts. So I’m staying here for a while, see how long they are willing to cower for my attention. You know how it is.” Will just nodded, “Indeed.” About then, Plickit strode up. He studied the elf and her human escort. His head cocked to one side. “This is Plickit… he’s with me. I’m sorry, I did not get your name…” She absently answered, “Tiana.” She seemed taken with Plickit and leaned forward into his personal space to study him closely. “How… interesting.” She giggled and clapped her hands looking at Will, “You have a pet bug!” She turned to Plickit and spoke very loud and slowly. “Hello… Plickit! Can … you … understand… common?” Plickit opened his mandibles to speak then just sighed and closed them again and turned to walk away. Tiana just blinked, “Was it something I said?” Delorian wandered back into the inn, his entire body hurting from the growth of vines that though now gone, had left holes all throughout his skin. When he got inside, he found the darkest corner he could find. When his natural healing did kick in well enough for his tastes, he closed his eyes and willed the inn as dark as night. The rest of the heroes were outside, when the screams of panic came from the inn. People were running from the main room, screaming about demons making them blind and so forth. Will walked over, looked in and called out, “Delorian, if you are causing this darkness, stop it. We’ve had enough trouble for one day.” The monk sighed but let the light return. Marcus walked up to the bar as the bartender finally came out from hiding. His response at a request for a drink was not too welcoming. “I think its time you and yours left,” growled the innkeeper. “What? We just saved your inn!” “From demons that you probably brought with you! You travel with hellspawn,” the innkeeper thrust a finger at Delorian, “Now leave!” Will interrupted, “Alright. We’ll leave… relax. Come on everyone, lets go.” Marcus growled, “No. I’m not leaving.” The innkeeper looked at the guards still milling about. “What?” Marcus shook his head. “I said, I’m not leaving. Not until you pay us what is owed. We prepaid for the room. If we aren’t staying, then give me back the extra money.” The innkeeper stood narrowed his eyes at Marcus, then growled a curse under his breath and retrieved a few silver from the cashbox behind the bar. “Here. Now go!” Will and the others turned to walk out. Tiana stopped Will and grinned, “Don’t be a stranger…. Human.” She winked, giggled and bounced off towards the stairs of the inn. As the group walked out, Plickit just muttered to the others, “Why can’t I eat elves again?” Will glanced back. "I think that one might give you a severe case of indigestion." [/QUOTE]
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