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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1237243" data-attributes="member: 6294"><p><strong>"Bounty Hunters" by Jim Gillispie's Module Workshop - Part 8</strong></p><p></p><p>Again, Elspeth tries to grapple Briar. This time, she actually manages to maintain her hold, preventing the young rogue from walking toward the sound.</p><p></p><p>Stormstrider, on the other hand, exhibits neither luck nor skill in his attempt to restrain Anastria. Charging forward in an attempt to knock her off her feet, the ranger somehow misjudges the elven woman's speed, and rushes straight past her, running headlong into a wall.</p><p></p><p>Not content with being humiliated twice, Stormstrider makes a third, equally inept, attempt to stop Anastria's advance, but she shrugs him off without effort, and walks down the stairs, out of sight.</p><p></p><p>Seeing that Elspeth is at least preventing Briar from continuing, though she seems unable to fully pin the rogue, Mantreus and the Padre both race after Anastria, judging that they cannot rely on Stormstrider to protect her.</p><p></p><p>The pair round the turn in the stairs just in time to see a filthy, half-woman half-bird creature rake its twisted claws across the elf woman's chest. Despite the creature's hideous appearance, it sings as it attack, and it is immediately obvious that this singing is the enchanting sound the group have been hearing. Blood splashes across the steps as Anastria sags from the blow, though she makes no other sign of realising her danger.</p><p></p><p>"It's a Harpy!" the Padre shouts, "We have to stop her singing, before she kills Anastria!"</p><p></p><p>"Do we really?" Mantreus mock-complains, answering the cleric's stern look with an unashamed grin, "Okay, okay, I'll help."</p><p></p><p>As the Padre moves in to engage the creature, the sorcerer gauges the space on the stairs. Taking a deep breath, he throws himself forward, somersaulting past the hideous bird-woman when he judges that she won't be able to reach him.</p><p></p><p>He has misjudged the Harpy's speed: she lashes out with her claw as he tumbles past, scoring him lightly across the side. Landing with an oath of pain and surprise, Mantreus whirls. For a moment, a trick of the torchlight makes his eyes seem to glow orange, and then he lunges forward with a yell, lancing his sword deep into the creature's side.</p><p></p><p>The Harpy is no kobold, though, to be felled with a single blow. Despite giving a hideous screech of pain, which finally ends her song, she seems to have lost none of her strength as she turns on the impudent sorcerer, raking him deeply with both claws.</p><p></p><p>Mantreus is knocked backwards, landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, which end abruptly at a wall of fallen masonry. It seems, if nothing else, that the group has come to the end of the complex.</p><p></p><p>Fortunately for the Padre, Stormstrider chooses this moment to appear at his side, thrusting his way past the still glassy-eyed Anastria to bury his scimitar hilt-deep in the Harpy's chest. The creature coughs blood, sagging slightly, and the cleric seizes the moment to drive his mace down onto the crown of its head, felling it instantly.</p><p></p><p>As the echoes of the Harpy's song begin to fade, Briar snaps out of her trance. Unfortunately, her immediate reaction is to try and wrestle free of Elspeth, who assumes the worst and attempts to pin the smaller woman to the floor.</p><p></p><p>"You know," the rogue at last says, after several seconds of pointless struggle, "As much as the boys are probably enjoying this, perhaps you could let me up?"</p><p></p><p>As the two woman stand and dust themselves off, the 'boys' are in fact oblivious to them both. The Padre rushes down the stairs, employing their precious <em>wand of cure light wounds</em> to ensure that Mantreus does not slip into death.</p><p></p><p>Even after the healing touch of the wand, the sorcerer is still out cold, and the cleric expends another charge - muttering as he does so about the expense - to bring him back to consciousness.</p><p></p><p>"This has not been a good day." Mantreus wheezes as he sits up, "Why does everything in this place want to kill <em>me</em>? Why can't they try to kill the ugly people?"</p><p></p><p>"I can't imagine." The Padre responds, sourly.</p><p></p><p>"Hey!" Stormstrider who has finished binding Anastria's wounds, and has now been searching the Harpy's nest, calls down to them, "There's a loose stone here."</p><p></p><p>"Wait!"</p><p></p><p>"Stop!"</p><p></p><p>It is too late: the elf has already pulled the stone aside. Both the Padre and Mantreus instinctively flinch, but - fortunately - there is no massive explosion or cloud of poison gas.</p><p></p><p>"Have you ever heard of traps?" the sorcerer grouses, clambering up the stairs. Stormstrider shrugs,</p><p></p><p>"You never seem to find them."</p><p></p><p>Smothering a smirk, the Padre peers past the wild elf, into the dark niche within the wall. He whistles softly, long and low, then reaches in and pulls out the contents.</p><p></p><p>The diamond rests heavily in his palm, perfectly formed and at least three inches across.</p><p></p><p>"I think we've found what we've been looking for."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1237243, member: 6294"] [b]"Bounty Hunters" by Jim Gillispie's Module Workshop - Part 8[/b] Again, Elspeth tries to grapple Briar. This time, she actually manages to maintain her hold, preventing the young rogue from walking toward the sound. Stormstrider, on the other hand, exhibits neither luck nor skill in his attempt to restrain Anastria. Charging forward in an attempt to knock her off her feet, the ranger somehow misjudges the elven woman's speed, and rushes straight past her, running headlong into a wall. Not content with being humiliated twice, Stormstrider makes a third, equally inept, attempt to stop Anastria's advance, but she shrugs him off without effort, and walks down the stairs, out of sight. Seeing that Elspeth is at least preventing Briar from continuing, though she seems unable to fully pin the rogue, Mantreus and the Padre both race after Anastria, judging that they cannot rely on Stormstrider to protect her. The pair round the turn in the stairs just in time to see a filthy, half-woman half-bird creature rake its twisted claws across the elf woman's chest. Despite the creature's hideous appearance, it sings as it attack, and it is immediately obvious that this singing is the enchanting sound the group have been hearing. Blood splashes across the steps as Anastria sags from the blow, though she makes no other sign of realising her danger. "It's a Harpy!" the Padre shouts, "We have to stop her singing, before she kills Anastria!" "Do we really?" Mantreus mock-complains, answering the cleric's stern look with an unashamed grin, "Okay, okay, I'll help." As the Padre moves in to engage the creature, the sorcerer gauges the space on the stairs. Taking a deep breath, he throws himself forward, somersaulting past the hideous bird-woman when he judges that she won't be able to reach him. He has misjudged the Harpy's speed: she lashes out with her claw as he tumbles past, scoring him lightly across the side. Landing with an oath of pain and surprise, Mantreus whirls. For a moment, a trick of the torchlight makes his eyes seem to glow orange, and then he lunges forward with a yell, lancing his sword deep into the creature's side. The Harpy is no kobold, though, to be felled with a single blow. Despite giving a hideous screech of pain, which finally ends her song, she seems to have lost none of her strength as she turns on the impudent sorcerer, raking him deeply with both claws. Mantreus is knocked backwards, landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, which end abruptly at a wall of fallen masonry. It seems, if nothing else, that the group has come to the end of the complex. Fortunately for the Padre, Stormstrider chooses this moment to appear at his side, thrusting his way past the still glassy-eyed Anastria to bury his scimitar hilt-deep in the Harpy's chest. The creature coughs blood, sagging slightly, and the cleric seizes the moment to drive his mace down onto the crown of its head, felling it instantly. As the echoes of the Harpy's song begin to fade, Briar snaps out of her trance. Unfortunately, her immediate reaction is to try and wrestle free of Elspeth, who assumes the worst and attempts to pin the smaller woman to the floor. "You know," the rogue at last says, after several seconds of pointless struggle, "As much as the boys are probably enjoying this, perhaps you could let me up?" As the two woman stand and dust themselves off, the 'boys' are in fact oblivious to them both. The Padre rushes down the stairs, employing their precious [i]wand of cure light wounds[/i] to ensure that Mantreus does not slip into death. Even after the healing touch of the wand, the sorcerer is still out cold, and the cleric expends another charge - muttering as he does so about the expense - to bring him back to consciousness. "This has not been a good day." Mantreus wheezes as he sits up, "Why does everything in this place want to kill [i]me[/i]? Why can't they try to kill the ugly people?" "I can't imagine." The Padre responds, sourly. "Hey!" Stormstrider who has finished binding Anastria's wounds, and has now been searching the Harpy's nest, calls down to them, "There's a loose stone here." "Wait!" "Stop!" It is too late: the elf has already pulled the stone aside. Both the Padre and Mantreus instinctively flinch, but - fortunately - there is no massive explosion or cloud of poison gas. "Have you ever heard of traps?" the sorcerer grouses, clambering up the stairs. Stormstrider shrugs, "You never seem to find them." Smothering a smirk, the Padre peers past the wild elf, into the dark niche within the wall. He whistles softly, long and low, then reaches in and pulls out the contents. The diamond rests heavily in his palm, perfectly formed and at least three inches across. "I think we've found what we've been looking for." [/QUOTE]
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