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<blockquote data-quote="Mahiro Satsu" data-source="post: 304631" data-attributes="member: 4970"><p>Episode III <strong>The Corpsecoil</strong> part 4</p><p></p><p>Nearby the party uncovers a secret treasure vault: a sword, a bow, several tomes, coins, and the sacred Golden Chalice of Lathander. “The task set before me by the Grand Generals of Tempus is complete,” breathes Sir Temuel Khiv. “The Corpsecoil is down, and the Chalice will soon be back in the hands of those at Lathander’s house.”</p><p></p><p>As they collect the riches of the Undercrypt, the Company of the Wolf debates what their next move will be, and some grudges begin to coil and rear their heads...</p><p></p><p>"Doomed," whispers a voice in the chamber. </p><p></p><p>Bronn pulls open the door on the clicking noise.</p><p></p><p>The tolling bell fades into the distance.</p><p></p><p>As the door opens, the muffled muttering resolves into "Any moment...any moment...any moment..."</p><p></p><p>Surrounded by half-eaten rat carcasses and thousands of tiny yellow bones, a dirty male elf with wiry black hair and many tarnished earrings is tapping a stone against the wall and listening carefully...as he mutters "Any moment" over and over again.</p><p></p><p>He stops when he notices you all in the doorway.</p><p></p><p>“Do you hear it? Do you?” he demands in a whispery voice. "What took you so long?"</p><p></p><p>"Crap," mutters Bronn. </p><p></p><p>Velm Trueforger: By all the orc whelps in Thunder Vale...is that an elf? </p><p></p><p>Temuel Khiv: Does the elf have a weapon? He may need it on the way out of here. Though we don't yet know if he can be trusted with a blade...I'll help get him to his feet. By the Mailed Fist of Tempus, I am ready for battle!</p><p></p><p>Bronn: Wait a minute .. are you Quisvan?... no can't be ... better yet, Ivellior?? Let's get him the seven hells out of here! </p><p></p><p>"It is I," he says, "Ivellior."</p><p>The elf has a longsword and dagger in scabbards, a bedroll, a backpack, and a whetstone.</p><p></p><p>"Ulodrin," he says to Bronn, "Finally you have returned. I knew you would hear the signal, and that it would safekeep your steps."</p><p></p><p>A look of blissful relief passes over the elf's features as he turns to Daziel. "And the lovely Estrel."</p><p></p><p>He pricks up his ears. "Wait. Do you hear it?"</p><p></p><p>...silence...</p><p></p><p>"It is free. We set it free." He breaks down into hysterical tears. </p><p></p><p>Bronn Spellforger: You can rest now, Ivellior, you're safe. Tymora smiles upon you. But we must go. Grumbad here will help you.. we must return to Eveningstar. Velm, can you help him out of here? We need to move. NOW.</p><p></p><p>Daziel: checks over the elf for wounds. Speaks to him quietly for a few moments, makes him sip some water, then gets up and rejoins the group.</p><p></p><p>"Let's get him out of here. Someone want to search the room and help gather up his stuff. Who is he, Bronn? What is the Band of Twilight? Better yet, who does he think we are? Who or what does he think is in here, and might it have something to do with the sound of the cave in? Temuel, can you tell if he is possessed, or has evil intent?"</p><p></p><p>Although he is nervous and twitchy, Ivellior allows Velm and Temuel to lead him by the arms. </p><p></p><p>"Grumbad, I never thought you would have such compassion...I apologize for the things I said." He turns to Temuel. "Ah, yes...Temuel Khiv...the voices speak often of you, the Servant of Tempus, the Paladin of the Gem."</p><p></p><p>He whimpers and sobs. "The Lockpick...crushed in Rivior's library...it seemed so innocent but we had to go and set it free..we were fools, Grumbad, fools...it's hungry..." Ivellior moans in terror.</p><p></p><p>Boots crunching on rat bones, it takes all of you only a few moments to reach the Chamber of Welcoming Statues. From there, you travel swiftly down the hall to where you can see the entry door beyond the rusted portcullis.</p><p></p><p>A quick detour to the north takes you past the slime-infested barracks and down the diagonal hall to the secret door.</p><p></p><p>You open it and enter the entry chamber. The pile of old shields and weapons still rests at the center of the room, and a stale scent wafts from the lichen-encrusted walls. The room is filled with a pale glow...</p><p></p><p>...emanating from the transparent form of a tall, broad man in fine clothing that is stained with blood, and a thick winter mantle over his shoulders. His long hair is swept back, his beard well-trimmed, and his eyes...his eyes burn with unholy loathing.</p><p></p><p>His voice grates like ice over rough stone. "You thought to plunder my Hold and depart unscathed? You are doomed."</p><p></p><p>Ivellior falls to his knees and shrieks, a jarring sound that sets all your teeth on edge.</p><p></p><p>The phantom's smile is a grim rictus; there is no humor in it. </p><p></p><p>Rivior fixes his baleful gaze upon Bronn: "You speak as though I cannot hear you, little one. Like Redhand, you underestimate me. Even the Warrior Queen underestimated me...she too met her doom in the blowing snow."</p><p></p><p>Rivior looks at Temuel, as he steps forward with the Blood Point, as though seeing him for the first time. "Ruathgrym...the Corpsecoil...one and same? Then perhaps he did come to Starwater Gorge to join the Sons of the Coil...and you have done me a service, Soldier of Tempus." Rivior grows stern once more. "Go now. We are equal."</p><p></p><p>And in a hiss that chills your very blood he adds, "Return...and you shall join us. Forever." For just a moment, surrounding you, you see the hazy forms of Rivior's bandit army...a bloody and hateful menagerie of spirits closing in on you...</p><p></p><p>Abruptly, they are gone. The Haunted Halls are silent and still, except for the soft weeping of Ivellior.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mahiro Satsu, post: 304631, member: 4970"] Episode III [b]The Corpsecoil[/b] part 4 Nearby the party uncovers a secret treasure vault: a sword, a bow, several tomes, coins, and the sacred Golden Chalice of Lathander. “The task set before me by the Grand Generals of Tempus is complete,” breathes Sir Temuel Khiv. “The Corpsecoil is down, and the Chalice will soon be back in the hands of those at Lathander’s house.” As they collect the riches of the Undercrypt, the Company of the Wolf debates what their next move will be, and some grudges begin to coil and rear their heads... "Doomed," whispers a voice in the chamber. Bronn pulls open the door on the clicking noise. The tolling bell fades into the distance. As the door opens, the muffled muttering resolves into "Any moment...any moment...any moment..." Surrounded by half-eaten rat carcasses and thousands of tiny yellow bones, a dirty male elf with wiry black hair and many tarnished earrings is tapping a stone against the wall and listening carefully...as he mutters "Any moment" over and over again. He stops when he notices you all in the doorway. “Do you hear it? Do you?” he demands in a whispery voice. "What took you so long?" "Crap," mutters Bronn. Velm Trueforger: By all the orc whelps in Thunder Vale...is that an elf? Temuel Khiv: Does the elf have a weapon? He may need it on the way out of here. Though we don't yet know if he can be trusted with a blade...I'll help get him to his feet. By the Mailed Fist of Tempus, I am ready for battle! Bronn: Wait a minute .. are you Quisvan?... no can't be ... better yet, Ivellior?? Let's get him the seven hells out of here! "It is I," he says, "Ivellior." The elf has a longsword and dagger in scabbards, a bedroll, a backpack, and a whetstone. "Ulodrin," he says to Bronn, "Finally you have returned. I knew you would hear the signal, and that it would safekeep your steps." A look of blissful relief passes over the elf's features as he turns to Daziel. "And the lovely Estrel." He pricks up his ears. "Wait. Do you hear it?" ...silence... "It is free. We set it free." He breaks down into hysterical tears. Bronn Spellforger: You can rest now, Ivellior, you're safe. Tymora smiles upon you. But we must go. Grumbad here will help you.. we must return to Eveningstar. Velm, can you help him out of here? We need to move. NOW. Daziel: checks over the elf for wounds. Speaks to him quietly for a few moments, makes him sip some water, then gets up and rejoins the group. "Let's get him out of here. Someone want to search the room and help gather up his stuff. Who is he, Bronn? What is the Band of Twilight? Better yet, who does he think we are? Who or what does he think is in here, and might it have something to do with the sound of the cave in? Temuel, can you tell if he is possessed, or has evil intent?" Although he is nervous and twitchy, Ivellior allows Velm and Temuel to lead him by the arms. "Grumbad, I never thought you would have such compassion...I apologize for the things I said." He turns to Temuel. "Ah, yes...Temuel Khiv...the voices speak often of you, the Servant of Tempus, the Paladin of the Gem." He whimpers and sobs. "The Lockpick...crushed in Rivior's library...it seemed so innocent but we had to go and set it free..we were fools, Grumbad, fools...it's hungry..." Ivellior moans in terror. Boots crunching on rat bones, it takes all of you only a few moments to reach the Chamber of Welcoming Statues. From there, you travel swiftly down the hall to where you can see the entry door beyond the rusted portcullis. A quick detour to the north takes you past the slime-infested barracks and down the diagonal hall to the secret door. You open it and enter the entry chamber. The pile of old shields and weapons still rests at the center of the room, and a stale scent wafts from the lichen-encrusted walls. The room is filled with a pale glow... ...emanating from the transparent form of a tall, broad man in fine clothing that is stained with blood, and a thick winter mantle over his shoulders. His long hair is swept back, his beard well-trimmed, and his eyes...his eyes burn with unholy loathing. His voice grates like ice over rough stone. "You thought to plunder my Hold and depart unscathed? You are doomed." Ivellior falls to his knees and shrieks, a jarring sound that sets all your teeth on edge. The phantom's smile is a grim rictus; there is no humor in it. Rivior fixes his baleful gaze upon Bronn: "You speak as though I cannot hear you, little one. Like Redhand, you underestimate me. Even the Warrior Queen underestimated me...she too met her doom in the blowing snow." Rivior looks at Temuel, as he steps forward with the Blood Point, as though seeing him for the first time. "Ruathgrym...the Corpsecoil...one and same? Then perhaps he did come to Starwater Gorge to join the Sons of the Coil...and you have done me a service, Soldier of Tempus." Rivior grows stern once more. "Go now. We are equal." And in a hiss that chills your very blood he adds, "Return...and you shall join us. Forever." For just a moment, surrounding you, you see the hazy forms of Rivior's bandit army...a bloody and hateful menagerie of spirits closing in on you... Abruptly, they are gone. The Haunted Halls are silent and still, except for the soft weeping of Ivellior. [/QUOTE]
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