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<blockquote data-quote="Abciximab" data-source="post: 4109272" data-attributes="member: 46017"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Betrayers and Kings Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>As the others gathered up what they could, Celtir walked around the large section of stone that occupied the space between the two sides of the room and the corridors. </p><p></p><p>Approaching a point on the western side, he heard what sounded like metal striking stone. Moving closer, he inspected the wall, but could find nothing out of the ordinary. Knowing dwarves and their uncanny knowledge of stonework, he called Frankie over. </p><p></p><p>Searching diligently, Frankie finally found the outline of a door. Running his hand over its surface until he felt he had just the right spot, he pushed and the door swung open. </p><p></p><p>A tight stairway descended to a landing below. Between sharp ringing reports that must have been a metal tool on stone, he heard shouting in a guttural tone. They moved down the stairs as quietly as they could but each step seemed to echo within the stone stairwell.</p><p></p><p>Finally the narrow stair gave way to a wide room lit by a faint white light. </p><p></p><p>Four statues stood within, each apparently ensorcelled to add a lifelike aspect to it. One represented a tall human male with a salt and pepper beard and a symbol of Heironeous emblazoned on his shield. His brown eyes flashed and his brown hair blew in an illusory wind. Another showed a female elf dressed in armor made from overlapping metal leaves. Her tall bow was made of ivory and the green of her cloak seemed to blend into the background of the room. She crouched in a hunter’s stance, peering off into the distance at some unseen target. The red-haired woman from the paintings was depicted in the third statue. Her hair, kept in check by a silver circlet set with a gleaming diamond, fell in waves down her back, over her white and gold robes. In one hand, she held a staff tipped with a dragon’s head. Her other hand stretched out to the statue across the room – a kingly figure. The gold crown on his head nearly blended into his blond, flowing hair. The man’s blue eyes shimmered in the dim light as he stared across the room at the red-haired woman. He held a black longsword point downward in one hand. The other hand was held out, palm upward, toward the statue of the woman.</p><p></p><p>Beyond the statues, sarcophagi along the southern wall had been wrenched open, their lids cast to one side. Around a corner in the eastern part of the room came the sound of shouting and ringing.</p><p></p><p>Bootsy checked his crossbow and then held up a fist. Slowly, at about one second intervals, he raised his fingers. One. Two. Three.</p><p></p><p>He leapt into the chamber with Celtir close at his heels. Around the corner he saw two more thoughtlessly opened sarcophagi. Here also, was a male Hobgoblin in half-plate, his black hair shorn close to his scalp, swinging a pick at the floor. Nearby stood a slight but imposing man in rich violet robes, reptilian scales on his forehead and bald pate, as well as his bright yellow eyes marked him as not quite Human. He had just enough time to look at Bootsy and sputter, “Fools! You’ll ruin everything!” Bootsy let fly with his bolt, but the shot went wide, striking the wall behind Xernon.</p><p></p><p>Celtir ran to the far side of the room taking cover behind one of the sarcophagi and fired an arrow into the Hobgoblin’s shoulder, eliciting a snarl. Xernon threw what appeared to be a dark stone that landed next to Bootsy. It shattered and a serpent-like creature formed out of the smoke that issued forth. It had a snake-like body and two arms that ended in long claws. Its mouth was full of sharp teeth, two extra long fangs on either side. </p><p></p><p>Frankie sliced into it with his great axe almost as soon as it appeared. Bootsy, maneuvering himself to the best position he could find cast forth another sheet of flames, badly burning the creature. Tristan stepped forward, swinging with his mace, but the serpent darted out of the way. </p><p></p><p>Wencis and his Soul Spark ran up to the Hobgoblin and both slammed the creature with hammer and soul energy.</p><p></p><p>Celtir continued to pepper the Hobgoblin with arrows. The creature, finding it self suffering from multiple wounds, drank down a potion that seemed to stop the most significant bleeding. </p><p></p><p>Xernon cast and pointed at Wencis, whose heart filled with fear and dread. He started to run back, but stepping close to the paladin, he felt the fear lessen and was able to stand his ground. </p><p></p><p>Frankie continued to slash at the serpent, which bled freely from a number of wounds. Bootsy drew his small mace and landed a solid blow as well. Surprised once again by the unarmored gnomes attack, the paladins mace missed its mark. Seeing the paladin’s confused look Wencis called out, “See what we have to deal with? A sorcerer who thinks he’s a warrior.”</p><p></p><p>A sparkling ray lanced from Xernon’s finger, striking Frankie in the back. His muscles sagged and his great axe felt heavy in his hands. Growing angry, he loosed his battle rage and felt some of his strength return and he slashed the serpent once more, neatly slicing it in half and it dissolved once again into the smoke that had formed it.</p><p></p><p>Celtir turned his attention to Xernon, grazing him with an arrow.</p><p></p><p>Everyone else turned their attention to the next creature in line. The Hobgoblin cringed as the companions converged on him and cut him down. </p><p></p><p>As he saw the last of his defenders fall, Xernon cursed the companions and cast another spell, this time pointing at Celtir. A yellow arrow streaked from his finger and Celtir felt acid burn his flesh where it hit. Celtir tried to return the favor, casting forth a beam that seemed to fizzle and die as it struck Xernon.</p><p></p><p>Xernon laughed out loud, “Ha! You fools think you can harm me with magic! Now you will all die by my hand! He pulled out a wand and two balls of energy flew forth and struck Tristan.</p><p></p><p>Bootsy cracked his knuckles and cast. Xernon saw him casting and with a slight smile he gave a small nod as if to say, “Bring it on.”</p><p></p><p>The scorching ray struck Xernon right in the chest, burning his robe and causing him to scream in pain and outrage. The paladin stepped forward and slammed Xernon with his war mace, knocking him back against the wall where he slowly slid to the floor. Xernon and his tomb raiders were no more.</p><p></p><p>Tristan looked about the room. Stepping up to the statue with the symbol of Heironeous, he brought his mace to his chest in salute. In that moment all four of the statues looked upon him. A translucent apparition stepped out of the king’s statue and addressed the companions. </p><p></p><p>He smiled warmly and spoke in a strong but somehow distant voice. “Thank you my friends. It is good to see that heroism remains in this world. My time to return is not now, but it may be soon. </p><p></p><p>“In my time it was prophesied that my rule would end prematurely, but that I would return to aid the world in its most dire struggle. I sense that time coming, but my bones have been stolen and if they are not recovered, I don’t know if the prophecy can be fulfilled. </p><p></p><p>“My name is Theron, but that is no matter, for my time is past. The name you need to know is Sertrous. I heard that scoundrel,” the king gestured toward the body of Xernon, “refer to something called the Vanguard of Sertrous and while I do not know who or what the Vanguard of Sertrous is, I know that it is evil. It must not triumph!</p><p></p><p>“The villains stole my bones and the weapons of my wife and my champions! Those arms are very powerful and should not be used in the service of evil. Still they did not get this.” </p><p></p><p>King Theron reached down into a sarcophagus and through its bottom. When his hand emerged, it held a black longsword that glowed with a silvery light. </p><p></p><p>“This weapon, Merthuvial, once helped me save a kingdom. May it aid you in your heroics and serve as thanks from a forgotten king.”</p><p></p><p>Tristan stepped forward and accepted the sword and saluted the king with the dark blade. Saluting back, the apparition disappeared, as did the lifelike images on the statues. The quiet of stone and death pervaded the area and the light of the blade shone bright. </p><p></p><p>Wencis leaned over to Celtir, “How come the new guy gets the good stuff?”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">----------</p><p></p><p>Assuming Leera had been truthful, there were still two members of the band unaccounted for, a Goblin and a Halfling. The hole in the floor was just big enough for a small creature to squeeze through. A few more hours of work would have to be put in to get it large enough for a human sized creature. Bootsy turned to his companions, “Rope me up.”</p><p></p><p>Once all was ready, Bootsy stepped to the edge. “Right, let’s try not to advertise our presence here.” </p><p></p><p>Tossing his sunrod down through the hole, he clambered after it. Looking down through the hole, the companions saw him standing in the middle of a circle of light as he yelled up, “Hey, toss down the wand that mage was using!”</p><p></p><p>The companions all smiled and said, almost as one, “So much for stealth.”</p><p></p><p>It was quickly determined the tunnel went on for quite a ways, much farther then Bootsy was comfortable going on his own. After exploring the tunnel for a couple hundred feet in either direction, he climbed back up. Frankie was the first to take up a pick and start hammering on the stone floor. </p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">----------</p><p></p><p>After about two hours, they finally had a hole big enough for all of them to squeeze through. As they gathered at the bottom of the rope, Frankie looked around. The tunnel was about five feet wide and seven feet tall. The air was damp and the stink of rot hung in the air. </p><p></p><p>“Looking at the green beams that were used for supports, I would say this is a new tunnel. It has the look of an exploratory tunnel used for mining, though I don’t see any minerals, metals or gems worth mining for. It was dug, using a combination of magic and muscle. If you look at the arching of the tunnel and the marks in the igneous and sedimentary stones, you can see where they used different methods, each leaving different marks on the stone. The patterns of striations in the stone of this area imply a low likely hood of finding any precious metals…”</p><p></p><p>“Frankie…”</p><p></p><p>“…But over here we have some metamorphic rock. Now this stuff forms deep down, under tons of pressure…” </p><p></p><p>“Frankie!”</p><p></p><p>Frankie turned to his companions. “Can you tell us anything we might find meaningful?” Bootsy asked.</p><p></p><p>“I thought that’s what I was doing.”</p><p></p><p>“Ok, how about something that is not just meaningful, but also of could be of immediate use…</p><p></p><p>“But…”</p><p></p><p>“…And be something that we would all understand,” Bootsy finished.</p><p></p><p>Frankie frowned. “The tunnel probably reaches the surface about two hundred yards that way and it probably comes out near the side of the hill with the statue on it, but on the side away from town.”</p><p></p><p>“And the other way?” Bootsy asked.</p><p></p><p>“It goes down.”</p><p></p><p>“Right. Let’s see where down goes.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">----------</p><p></p><p>After about eight hundred feet, the air started to pulse and there was a scent like that which precedes a storm. Another two hundred feet and the tunnel opened up. The tunnel widened to about twenty feet and the ceiling rose to eight or nine feet. The porch had no far wall, instead opening into a great, echoing hallow. Even from this distance the air seemed to be charged, as if a great storm were imminent. The walls of the opening ascended and descended, moving closer together as they rose into darkness and forming a wider space as they went downward.</p><p></p><p>Ahead, on the edge of the terrace were two bodies. Actually, as they quickly discovered, it was one body and one statue of a goblin. Not wanting to get too close to the pit, they used a rope to snag the small body and drag it closer. Bootsy noted that much of his equipment stayed behind. Tying the rope around himself and handing the other end to Frankie, he crawled over and quickly grabbed the items, which included a wrinkled piece of paper and then quickly crawled back. </p><p></p><p>His eyes lit up as he saw what they were. A masterwork crossbow and a masterwork short spear, both his size. “Celtir, can you tell me if it’s magical?” He asked, holding up the crossbow.</p><p></p><p>Celtir cast his spell and looked at some of the equipment they had recently collected. A number of them detected as magical, including the crossbow. He also examined the note only to find it was written in a language none of them recognized.</p><p></p><p>Bootsy was very excited, and then he realized something. “A light crossbow? What kind of pussy uses a light crossbow?” he asked sardonically as he slung it over his shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“Apparently one just like you,” Frankie answered with a grin.</p><p></p><p>Bootsy just shook his head. “Let’s see if we can get back to town. Maybe someone there can figure out what this note says.”</p><p></p><p>“Frankie, could you carry the Halfling back to town for me?” Celtir asked. “And we have to make one other stop along the way.”</p><p></p><p>The companions started back up the tunnel.</p><p></p><p>End of Session 6.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Abciximab, post: 4109272, member: 46017"] [CENTER][B]Betrayers and Kings Part 2[/B][/CENTER] As the others gathered up what they could, Celtir walked around the large section of stone that occupied the space between the two sides of the room and the corridors. Approaching a point on the western side, he heard what sounded like metal striking stone. Moving closer, he inspected the wall, but could find nothing out of the ordinary. Knowing dwarves and their uncanny knowledge of stonework, he called Frankie over. Searching diligently, Frankie finally found the outline of a door. Running his hand over its surface until he felt he had just the right spot, he pushed and the door swung open. A tight stairway descended to a landing below. Between sharp ringing reports that must have been a metal tool on stone, he heard shouting in a guttural tone. They moved down the stairs as quietly as they could but each step seemed to echo within the stone stairwell. Finally the narrow stair gave way to a wide room lit by a faint white light. Four statues stood within, each apparently ensorcelled to add a lifelike aspect to it. One represented a tall human male with a salt and pepper beard and a symbol of Heironeous emblazoned on his shield. His brown eyes flashed and his brown hair blew in an illusory wind. Another showed a female elf dressed in armor made from overlapping metal leaves. Her tall bow was made of ivory and the green of her cloak seemed to blend into the background of the room. She crouched in a hunter’s stance, peering off into the distance at some unseen target. The red-haired woman from the paintings was depicted in the third statue. Her hair, kept in check by a silver circlet set with a gleaming diamond, fell in waves down her back, over her white and gold robes. In one hand, she held a staff tipped with a dragon’s head. Her other hand stretched out to the statue across the room – a kingly figure. The gold crown on his head nearly blended into his blond, flowing hair. The man’s blue eyes shimmered in the dim light as he stared across the room at the red-haired woman. He held a black longsword point downward in one hand. The other hand was held out, palm upward, toward the statue of the woman. Beyond the statues, sarcophagi along the southern wall had been wrenched open, their lids cast to one side. Around a corner in the eastern part of the room came the sound of shouting and ringing. Bootsy checked his crossbow and then held up a fist. Slowly, at about one second intervals, he raised his fingers. One. Two. Three. He leapt into the chamber with Celtir close at his heels. Around the corner he saw two more thoughtlessly opened sarcophagi. Here also, was a male Hobgoblin in half-plate, his black hair shorn close to his scalp, swinging a pick at the floor. Nearby stood a slight but imposing man in rich violet robes, reptilian scales on his forehead and bald pate, as well as his bright yellow eyes marked him as not quite Human. He had just enough time to look at Bootsy and sputter, “Fools! You’ll ruin everything!” Bootsy let fly with his bolt, but the shot went wide, striking the wall behind Xernon. Celtir ran to the far side of the room taking cover behind one of the sarcophagi and fired an arrow into the Hobgoblin’s shoulder, eliciting a snarl. Xernon threw what appeared to be a dark stone that landed next to Bootsy. It shattered and a serpent-like creature formed out of the smoke that issued forth. It had a snake-like body and two arms that ended in long claws. Its mouth was full of sharp teeth, two extra long fangs on either side. Frankie sliced into it with his great axe almost as soon as it appeared. Bootsy, maneuvering himself to the best position he could find cast forth another sheet of flames, badly burning the creature. Tristan stepped forward, swinging with his mace, but the serpent darted out of the way. Wencis and his Soul Spark ran up to the Hobgoblin and both slammed the creature with hammer and soul energy. Celtir continued to pepper the Hobgoblin with arrows. The creature, finding it self suffering from multiple wounds, drank down a potion that seemed to stop the most significant bleeding. Xernon cast and pointed at Wencis, whose heart filled with fear and dread. He started to run back, but stepping close to the paladin, he felt the fear lessen and was able to stand his ground. Frankie continued to slash at the serpent, which bled freely from a number of wounds. Bootsy drew his small mace and landed a solid blow as well. Surprised once again by the unarmored gnomes attack, the paladins mace missed its mark. Seeing the paladin’s confused look Wencis called out, “See what we have to deal with? A sorcerer who thinks he’s a warrior.” A sparkling ray lanced from Xernon’s finger, striking Frankie in the back. His muscles sagged and his great axe felt heavy in his hands. Growing angry, he loosed his battle rage and felt some of his strength return and he slashed the serpent once more, neatly slicing it in half and it dissolved once again into the smoke that had formed it. Celtir turned his attention to Xernon, grazing him with an arrow. Everyone else turned their attention to the next creature in line. The Hobgoblin cringed as the companions converged on him and cut him down. As he saw the last of his defenders fall, Xernon cursed the companions and cast another spell, this time pointing at Celtir. A yellow arrow streaked from his finger and Celtir felt acid burn his flesh where it hit. Celtir tried to return the favor, casting forth a beam that seemed to fizzle and die as it struck Xernon. Xernon laughed out loud, “Ha! You fools think you can harm me with magic! Now you will all die by my hand! He pulled out a wand and two balls of energy flew forth and struck Tristan. Bootsy cracked his knuckles and cast. Xernon saw him casting and with a slight smile he gave a small nod as if to say, “Bring it on.” The scorching ray struck Xernon right in the chest, burning his robe and causing him to scream in pain and outrage. The paladin stepped forward and slammed Xernon with his war mace, knocking him back against the wall where he slowly slid to the floor. Xernon and his tomb raiders were no more. Tristan looked about the room. Stepping up to the statue with the symbol of Heironeous, he brought his mace to his chest in salute. In that moment all four of the statues looked upon him. A translucent apparition stepped out of the king’s statue and addressed the companions. He smiled warmly and spoke in a strong but somehow distant voice. “Thank you my friends. It is good to see that heroism remains in this world. My time to return is not now, but it may be soon. “In my time it was prophesied that my rule would end prematurely, but that I would return to aid the world in its most dire struggle. I sense that time coming, but my bones have been stolen and if they are not recovered, I don’t know if the prophecy can be fulfilled. “My name is Theron, but that is no matter, for my time is past. The name you need to know is Sertrous. I heard that scoundrel,” the king gestured toward the body of Xernon, “refer to something called the Vanguard of Sertrous and while I do not know who or what the Vanguard of Sertrous is, I know that it is evil. It must not triumph! “The villains stole my bones and the weapons of my wife and my champions! Those arms are very powerful and should not be used in the service of evil. Still they did not get this.” King Theron reached down into a sarcophagus and through its bottom. When his hand emerged, it held a black longsword that glowed with a silvery light. “This weapon, Merthuvial, once helped me save a kingdom. May it aid you in your heroics and serve as thanks from a forgotten king.” Tristan stepped forward and accepted the sword and saluted the king with the dark blade. Saluting back, the apparition disappeared, as did the lifelike images on the statues. The quiet of stone and death pervaded the area and the light of the blade shone bright. Wencis leaned over to Celtir, “How come the new guy gets the good stuff?” [CENTER]----------[/CENTER] Assuming Leera had been truthful, there were still two members of the band unaccounted for, a Goblin and a Halfling. The hole in the floor was just big enough for a small creature to squeeze through. A few more hours of work would have to be put in to get it large enough for a human sized creature. Bootsy turned to his companions, “Rope me up.” Once all was ready, Bootsy stepped to the edge. “Right, let’s try not to advertise our presence here.” Tossing his sunrod down through the hole, he clambered after it. Looking down through the hole, the companions saw him standing in the middle of a circle of light as he yelled up, “Hey, toss down the wand that mage was using!” The companions all smiled and said, almost as one, “So much for stealth.” It was quickly determined the tunnel went on for quite a ways, much farther then Bootsy was comfortable going on his own. After exploring the tunnel for a couple hundred feet in either direction, he climbed back up. Frankie was the first to take up a pick and start hammering on the stone floor. [CENTER]----------[/CENTER] After about two hours, they finally had a hole big enough for all of them to squeeze through. As they gathered at the bottom of the rope, Frankie looked around. The tunnel was about five feet wide and seven feet tall. The air was damp and the stink of rot hung in the air. “Looking at the green beams that were used for supports, I would say this is a new tunnel. It has the look of an exploratory tunnel used for mining, though I don’t see any minerals, metals or gems worth mining for. It was dug, using a combination of magic and muscle. If you look at the arching of the tunnel and the marks in the igneous and sedimentary stones, you can see where they used different methods, each leaving different marks on the stone. The patterns of striations in the stone of this area imply a low likely hood of finding any precious metals…” “Frankie…” “…But over here we have some metamorphic rock. Now this stuff forms deep down, under tons of pressure…” “Frankie!” Frankie turned to his companions. “Can you tell us anything we might find meaningful?” Bootsy asked. “I thought that’s what I was doing.” “Ok, how about something that is not just meaningful, but also of could be of immediate use… “But…” “…And be something that we would all understand,” Bootsy finished. Frankie frowned. “The tunnel probably reaches the surface about two hundred yards that way and it probably comes out near the side of the hill with the statue on it, but on the side away from town.” “And the other way?” Bootsy asked. “It goes down.” “Right. Let’s see where down goes.” [CENTER]----------[/CENTER] After about eight hundred feet, the air started to pulse and there was a scent like that which precedes a storm. Another two hundred feet and the tunnel opened up. The tunnel widened to about twenty feet and the ceiling rose to eight or nine feet. The porch had no far wall, instead opening into a great, echoing hallow. Even from this distance the air seemed to be charged, as if a great storm were imminent. The walls of the opening ascended and descended, moving closer together as they rose into darkness and forming a wider space as they went downward. Ahead, on the edge of the terrace were two bodies. Actually, as they quickly discovered, it was one body and one statue of a goblin. Not wanting to get too close to the pit, they used a rope to snag the small body and drag it closer. Bootsy noted that much of his equipment stayed behind. Tying the rope around himself and handing the other end to Frankie, he crawled over and quickly grabbed the items, which included a wrinkled piece of paper and then quickly crawled back. His eyes lit up as he saw what they were. A masterwork crossbow and a masterwork short spear, both his size. “Celtir, can you tell me if it’s magical?” He asked, holding up the crossbow. Celtir cast his spell and looked at some of the equipment they had recently collected. A number of them detected as magical, including the crossbow. He also examined the note only to find it was written in a language none of them recognized. Bootsy was very excited, and then he realized something. “A light crossbow? What kind of pussy uses a light crossbow?” he asked sardonically as he slung it over his shoulder. “Apparently one just like you,” Frankie answered with a grin. Bootsy just shook his head. “Let’s see if we can get back to town. Maybe someone there can figure out what this note says.” “Frankie, could you carry the Halfling back to town for me?” Celtir asked. “And we have to make one other stop along the way.” The companions started back up the tunnel. End of Session 6. [/QUOTE]
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