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<blockquote data-quote="Abciximab" data-source="post: 4424906" data-attributes="member: 46017"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>My Only Friend, The End.</strong></p><p></p><p>The chamber beyond glowed with the light of demonic fire that seemed to burn the air itself. Three stone biers covered with serpentine imagery stood across the chamber. Two contained what appeared to be bodies wrapped in funeral shrouds. On the third, central bier was set a careful arrangement of yellowed bones. Three Yuan-Ti in ceremonial robes and hoods stood in a triangle around the biers, chanting in sibilant tones. Brass braziers emitted a noxious purple smoke. </p><p></p><p>A forth Yuan-Ti that gave true meaning to the term Abomination stood before the central bier. He was monstrously obese, with multiple folds of scaly skin hanging from his jowls and neck. Rivulets of blood bubbled up from beneath his black eyes and flowed freely down his face. </p><p></p><p>Before the creatures could react, the companions charged into the room. Wencis quickly ran up to the first chanting Yuan-Ti and was surprised to find it so engrossed in its evil litany that it made no attempt to defend itself as he struck it down.</p><p></p><p>Tristan approached the other chanter and seeing it unwilling to face him in combat raised Merthuvial above his head and charged the huge Yuan-Ti abomination. Moro ran up, and placing his paws upon the central bier, sank his teeth into the large abomination. Wencis’ hammer struck the creature as well. Frankie quickly ran through, dispatching the chanting Yuan-Ti Tristan had passed up and worked his way around the room. Celtir called out a prayer to Solonor, summoning a holy storm that almost filled the entire room and burned at the Yuan-Ti. </p><p></p><p>The great Abomination tore into Moro with scimitar and teeth, shouting all the while, “Fools! I am Sulvaugren, Master of Worlds! Welcome to your Doom!” </p><p></p><p>Frankie quickly dispatched the last chanting Yuan-Ti and followed up with an attack against Sulvaugren, slashing at him from behind. </p><p></p><p>Sulvaugren savaged Moro once again and blood matted the great wolf’s fur as the other companions rained blows on Sulvaugren’s tough hide. Two slashing cuts from Frankie earned him Sulvaugren’s attention and the large abomination spun on him and savaged Frankie with tooth and blade. Frankie was left so bloodied by the attack, Celtir had to shift his position to heal him lest he be killed by Sulvaugren’s next attack. </p><p></p><p>Sulvaugren was also bloodied by the combined attacks of the companions and continued to be burned by Celtir’s Holy Storm. Seeing his end was near, Sulvaugren called out, “You cannot defeat me! If you strike me down I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine!”</p><p></p><p>As he was viciously attacked by the companions, his flesh continuously burned from the storm, he raised his arms above his head and cried out, “For Sertrous!” before falling to the floor in a heap. </p><p></p><p>Wencis looked to Celtir, “I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t think it’s over yet. You best deal out all the healing you can as quickly as possible.”</p><p></p><p>Tristan and Celtir did all they could as quickly as possible, healing all the companions most grievous wounds.</p><p></p><p>An instant later a dull thrumming filled the room as the floor began to shake and crack. With a sound like thunder, the central bier shattered and exploded, filling the chamber with a cloud of dust and rock.</p><p></p><p>Slowly the dust cleared revealing a large winged humanoid abomination. The Risen King had arrived. Rotting, green, slimy skin was stretched taught over exposed bone and sinew. The creature flexed its sharp claws and a roar came from a face filled with a mass of tentacles that hid the creature’s mouth full of razor sharp teeth. </p><p></p><p>Even as the creature appeared, the companion’s felt another presence. The Forgotten King was here as well! His energy filled them and the weapons and artifact that once belong to the King and his followers. They suddenly knew what weapons they had that would be most effective. They new that the King would bolster their skills and abilities, allowing them to do things they might otherwise be incapable of. They knew this was the final battle in their quest for the Bones of the Forgotten King.</p><p></p><p>The moment passed as Celtir suddenly writhed in pain as a swarm of serpents seemed to burst forth from his skin, falling to the floor all around him. Then the creature slashed at Moro with tooth and claw leaving him bleeding heavily once more. The companions unleashed their attacks, but found the creature’s tough hide almost impossible to penetrate. Those weapons that did slash through its tough hide barely seemed to leave a wound. The only weapon that seemed effective when it struck was Merthuvial and for that, Tristan was the next to suffer grievous wounds at the claws of the beast. </p><p></p><p>Celtir knew they could not face this creature in a stand up fight. “Fall back! Back to the room below!” He cried, before using the power of the Forgotten King to utter a prayer to summon another Holy Storm.</p><p></p><p>Frankie took one last slash with his axe and ran for the door, the beast raking his back as he withdrew. Trying to buy time for his companions, Tristan raised his blade, summoning help from the Celestial Plane, “To Me!” he cried. A Celestial Hippogriff answered his call, appearing behind the Risen King. Though the Hippogriff’s attacks were ineffective, the creature would help create a distraction so the companions could fall back. </p><p></p><p>Just as Wencis and Celtir were about to join their companions at the door a large section of the floor was suddenly covered by ten foot long tentacles that grappled anything they could reach. The two found themselves unable to overcome the unbelievable strength of the black tentacles. Tristan and Moro stood their ground before the Risen King, unwilling to fall back and leave any of their friends behind. </p><p></p><p>Demonstrating incredible concentration on both their parts, both Celtir and Wencis were able to call upon their divinely gifted abilities to escape. Wencis, using the power of the Forgotten King, called upon an ability that others like him might possess and created a Dimensional Door to escape from the clutches of the tentacles. Celtir simply petitioned Solonor for the ability to move freely, unrestrained by most bonds and quickly retreated to the door. </p><p></p><p>Celtir called out again, “Down the stair everyone!”</p><p></p><p>The companions ran to the stair as one. Tristan and Moro both suffered raking attacks as they disengaged from the Risen King, but all the companions were able to make it to the stairs. </p><p></p><p>The Risen King took a moment to dispatch the Hippogriff and then quickly followed the companions.</p><p></p><p>Once again it seemed to take minutes to traverse the stairs and to buy a little more time, Wencis quickly shut the doors then backed away as Celtir prayed for a Wall of Stone to appear directly in front of it. Just as the spell was completed, the companions heard the blows of the Risen King ripping into the doors and stone. They quickly formulated a plan as Celtir doled out healing. Surround it. Flank it. Summon another Holy Storm. Tristan, Moro and Celtir hid on the Stairwell going up to the entry-room as Frankie and Wencis stood along the northern and eastern walls to draw the creature out.</p><p></p><p>All too soon the wall of stone was reduced to a pile of stone and the Risen King rushed into the room, slashing and biting Frankie. The others surrounded the creature on all sides, hacking and slashing as Celtir prayed for another Holy Storm. </p><p></p><p>As the storm appeared, burning at the flesh of the Risen King, the creature glanced at Celtir and once again, a swarm of snakes burst from his flesh leaving Celtir bloodied. The creature then returned its full attention to Frankie, who, against his better judgment, had switched from his trusty great axe to a small rusty dagger that the spirit of the Forgotten King had been telling him all along would be more effective than his great axe. Wouldn’t you know it, the damn spirit was right. Frankie just shook his head and continued his attacks.</p><p></p><p>Seeing that the companions were taking a serious beating, Wencis realized they would have to fall back again. “Go! Everyone upstairs! I might be able to trap this creature!”</p><p></p><p>The others had no idea what Wencis was talking about, but then again none of them truly understood his abilities or knew what he was capable of, so they made for the stairs as Celtir released a burning ray of energy that seared the creature. They felt despair when they saw Wencis caught in writhing black tentacles again and then suffer the savage attacks of the Risen King, but once again he was able to Dimension Door out. The others ran up the stairs as quickly as possible.</p><p></p><p>Then, just as he was about to spring his plan, Wencis writhed in pain. This time he was the subject of the Risen King’s Serpent Wrath. Hundreds of serpents burst from Wencis’ skin leaving him a bloody mess. Wencis slumped to the floor and did not rise. </p><p></p><p>With a roar, the Risen King turned to the stairs and started up. Up above, the chamber was lit by the strobe effects of Celtir’s and Tristan’s Positive Energy Bursts. All too soon the Risen King was among them slashing and biting. </p><p></p><p>Celtir once again summoned a Holy Storm as the others slashed with their weapons. Once more, the Risen king focused his rage on Frankie. When Frankie dropped to the floor in a bloody heap, Tristan was the next to suffer under the Risen King’s wrath. </p><p></p><p>All the damage they had inflicted was starting to show. The Storm burned at the flesh of the Risen King and, as it raised itself to its full height and let out a loud roar of anger, Tristan saw his opening and thrust Merthuvial into the evil heart of the beast. Even as the vile beast vomited blood it seemed prepared to strike Tristan down. Praying to Solonor once more Celtir sent another searing ray of energy that blasted the face of the beast, burning the flesh from its skull. </p><p></p><p>With a disgusting gurgle, the Risen King fell and slowly dissolved until there was nothing left but a pile of bones.</p><p></p><p>End of Session 16.</p><p></p><p>End of The Barrow Trilogy Campaign.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Abciximab, post: 4424906, member: 46017"] [CENTER][B]My Only Friend, The End.[/B][/CENTER] The chamber beyond glowed with the light of demonic fire that seemed to burn the air itself. Three stone biers covered with serpentine imagery stood across the chamber. Two contained what appeared to be bodies wrapped in funeral shrouds. On the third, central bier was set a careful arrangement of yellowed bones. Three Yuan-Ti in ceremonial robes and hoods stood in a triangle around the biers, chanting in sibilant tones. Brass braziers emitted a noxious purple smoke. A forth Yuan-Ti that gave true meaning to the term Abomination stood before the central bier. He was monstrously obese, with multiple folds of scaly skin hanging from his jowls and neck. Rivulets of blood bubbled up from beneath his black eyes and flowed freely down his face. Before the creatures could react, the companions charged into the room. Wencis quickly ran up to the first chanting Yuan-Ti and was surprised to find it so engrossed in its evil litany that it made no attempt to defend itself as he struck it down. Tristan approached the other chanter and seeing it unwilling to face him in combat raised Merthuvial above his head and charged the huge Yuan-Ti abomination. Moro ran up, and placing his paws upon the central bier, sank his teeth into the large abomination. Wencis’ hammer struck the creature as well. Frankie quickly ran through, dispatching the chanting Yuan-Ti Tristan had passed up and worked his way around the room. Celtir called out a prayer to Solonor, summoning a holy storm that almost filled the entire room and burned at the Yuan-Ti. The great Abomination tore into Moro with scimitar and teeth, shouting all the while, “Fools! I am Sulvaugren, Master of Worlds! Welcome to your Doom!” Frankie quickly dispatched the last chanting Yuan-Ti and followed up with an attack against Sulvaugren, slashing at him from behind. Sulvaugren savaged Moro once again and blood matted the great wolf’s fur as the other companions rained blows on Sulvaugren’s tough hide. Two slashing cuts from Frankie earned him Sulvaugren’s attention and the large abomination spun on him and savaged Frankie with tooth and blade. Frankie was left so bloodied by the attack, Celtir had to shift his position to heal him lest he be killed by Sulvaugren’s next attack. Sulvaugren was also bloodied by the combined attacks of the companions and continued to be burned by Celtir’s Holy Storm. Seeing his end was near, Sulvaugren called out, “You cannot defeat me! If you strike me down I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine!” As he was viciously attacked by the companions, his flesh continuously burned from the storm, he raised his arms above his head and cried out, “For Sertrous!” before falling to the floor in a heap. Wencis looked to Celtir, “I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t think it’s over yet. You best deal out all the healing you can as quickly as possible.” Tristan and Celtir did all they could as quickly as possible, healing all the companions most grievous wounds. An instant later a dull thrumming filled the room as the floor began to shake and crack. With a sound like thunder, the central bier shattered and exploded, filling the chamber with a cloud of dust and rock. Slowly the dust cleared revealing a large winged humanoid abomination. The Risen King had arrived. Rotting, green, slimy skin was stretched taught over exposed bone and sinew. The creature flexed its sharp claws and a roar came from a face filled with a mass of tentacles that hid the creature’s mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Even as the creature appeared, the companion’s felt another presence. The Forgotten King was here as well! His energy filled them and the weapons and artifact that once belong to the King and his followers. They suddenly knew what weapons they had that would be most effective. They new that the King would bolster their skills and abilities, allowing them to do things they might otherwise be incapable of. They knew this was the final battle in their quest for the Bones of the Forgotten King. The moment passed as Celtir suddenly writhed in pain as a swarm of serpents seemed to burst forth from his skin, falling to the floor all around him. Then the creature slashed at Moro with tooth and claw leaving him bleeding heavily once more. The companions unleashed their attacks, but found the creature’s tough hide almost impossible to penetrate. Those weapons that did slash through its tough hide barely seemed to leave a wound. The only weapon that seemed effective when it struck was Merthuvial and for that, Tristan was the next to suffer grievous wounds at the claws of the beast. Celtir knew they could not face this creature in a stand up fight. “Fall back! Back to the room below!” He cried, before using the power of the Forgotten King to utter a prayer to summon another Holy Storm. Frankie took one last slash with his axe and ran for the door, the beast raking his back as he withdrew. Trying to buy time for his companions, Tristan raised his blade, summoning help from the Celestial Plane, “To Me!” he cried. A Celestial Hippogriff answered his call, appearing behind the Risen King. Though the Hippogriff’s attacks were ineffective, the creature would help create a distraction so the companions could fall back. Just as Wencis and Celtir were about to join their companions at the door a large section of the floor was suddenly covered by ten foot long tentacles that grappled anything they could reach. The two found themselves unable to overcome the unbelievable strength of the black tentacles. Tristan and Moro stood their ground before the Risen King, unwilling to fall back and leave any of their friends behind. Demonstrating incredible concentration on both their parts, both Celtir and Wencis were able to call upon their divinely gifted abilities to escape. Wencis, using the power of the Forgotten King, called upon an ability that others like him might possess and created a Dimensional Door to escape from the clutches of the tentacles. Celtir simply petitioned Solonor for the ability to move freely, unrestrained by most bonds and quickly retreated to the door. Celtir called out again, “Down the stair everyone!” The companions ran to the stair as one. Tristan and Moro both suffered raking attacks as they disengaged from the Risen King, but all the companions were able to make it to the stairs. The Risen King took a moment to dispatch the Hippogriff and then quickly followed the companions. Once again it seemed to take minutes to traverse the stairs and to buy a little more time, Wencis quickly shut the doors then backed away as Celtir prayed for a Wall of Stone to appear directly in front of it. Just as the spell was completed, the companions heard the blows of the Risen King ripping into the doors and stone. They quickly formulated a plan as Celtir doled out healing. Surround it. Flank it. Summon another Holy Storm. Tristan, Moro and Celtir hid on the Stairwell going up to the entry-room as Frankie and Wencis stood along the northern and eastern walls to draw the creature out. All too soon the wall of stone was reduced to a pile of stone and the Risen King rushed into the room, slashing and biting Frankie. The others surrounded the creature on all sides, hacking and slashing as Celtir prayed for another Holy Storm. As the storm appeared, burning at the flesh of the Risen King, the creature glanced at Celtir and once again, a swarm of snakes burst from his flesh leaving Celtir bloodied. The creature then returned its full attention to Frankie, who, against his better judgment, had switched from his trusty great axe to a small rusty dagger that the spirit of the Forgotten King had been telling him all along would be more effective than his great axe. Wouldn’t you know it, the damn spirit was right. Frankie just shook his head and continued his attacks. Seeing that the companions were taking a serious beating, Wencis realized they would have to fall back again. “Go! Everyone upstairs! I might be able to trap this creature!” The others had no idea what Wencis was talking about, but then again none of them truly understood his abilities or knew what he was capable of, so they made for the stairs as Celtir released a burning ray of energy that seared the creature. They felt despair when they saw Wencis caught in writhing black tentacles again and then suffer the savage attacks of the Risen King, but once again he was able to Dimension Door out. The others ran up the stairs as quickly as possible. Then, just as he was about to spring his plan, Wencis writhed in pain. This time he was the subject of the Risen King’s Serpent Wrath. Hundreds of serpents burst from Wencis’ skin leaving him a bloody mess. Wencis slumped to the floor and did not rise. With a roar, the Risen King turned to the stairs and started up. Up above, the chamber was lit by the strobe effects of Celtir’s and Tristan’s Positive Energy Bursts. All too soon the Risen King was among them slashing and biting. Celtir once again summoned a Holy Storm as the others slashed with their weapons. Once more, the Risen king focused his rage on Frankie. When Frankie dropped to the floor in a bloody heap, Tristan was the next to suffer under the Risen King’s wrath. All the damage they had inflicted was starting to show. The Storm burned at the flesh of the Risen King and, as it raised itself to its full height and let out a loud roar of anger, Tristan saw his opening and thrust Merthuvial into the evil heart of the beast. Even as the vile beast vomited blood it seemed prepared to strike Tristan down. Praying to Solonor once more Celtir sent another searing ray of energy that blasted the face of the beast, burning the flesh from its skull. With a disgusting gurgle, the Risen King fell and slowly dissolved until there was nothing left but a pile of bones. End of Session 16. End of The Barrow Trilogy Campaign. [/QUOTE]
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