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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1361900" data-attributes="member: 6294"><p><strong>"Forgotten Honour" by Eric Price (Dragon Scale Counters) - Part 8</strong></p><p></p><p>"Run!" Twinkle yells, scurrying back into the previous room. The group, usually not prone to following the gnome's suggestion, finds this one to be quite agreeable. There is a veritable stampede of fleeing adventurers.</p><p></p><p>The shadowy creature emerges completely from the statue, and starts gliding slowly toward them. Its entire form is darkness, without any recognisable features. As it approaches, Macwood snaps his fingers.</p><p></p><p>"I was going to tell a joke about a sword," he tells the approaching creature, "But I doubt you'd get the <em>point</em>." As the halfling speaks, a white nimbus appears around his hand. Leaping forward, he plunges his fingers into the beast's chest.</p><p></p><p>There is a pulse of energy, and wisps of shadow curl away from the creature, which gives a hissing scream of pain and anger. For a moment, the shadowy form lightens, but then it darkens again as the creature makes its own lunge for Macwood, forcing the halfling to dodge backwards.</p><p></p><p>"We can kill it!" he calls, "We just need to -"</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, the other adventurers hear only his first statement, and do not wait for his second. They rush forward to engage their enemy. Blow after blow is swung without effect, blades and staves alike passing harmlessly through the insubstantial foe.</p><p></p><p>"- use magic!" the halfling finishes, with a roll of his eyes, "Healing spells or magic weapons will harm it."</p><p></p><p>By now, the creature is already striking back, it's chilling touch searing flesh and sapping the strength from the adventurers' limbs. Elspeth and Rose are hardest hurt, and can barely stand under the weight of their equipment.</p><p></p><p>Stormstrider, finally registering the halfling's words, steps back from the attack and incants a prayer to the spirits of the earth. Immediately, a green glow surrounds his quarterstaff: an aura of natural energy that will be anathema to the undead beast.</p><p></p><p>Macwood moves up to the elf's side, the party's <em>wand of cure light wounds</em> clutched in his hand.</p><p></p><p>"Let's finish this thing, before it finishes us." The taciturn ranger grunts, and the pair leap forward, each striking at the creature.</p><p></p><p>Both blows strike home, and green and white energy plays over the shadowy form. It gives its hissing scream once again, but this time both the sound and the creature itself fade away, the foul energies that sustained it burned away by the adventurers' magical assault.</p><p></p><p>"Should we go on?" Twinkle asks, "Elspeth and Rose look pretty bad."</p><p></p><p>"I think we should." Ming Li nods, "It will take many days for them to recover their strength, and we cannot leave this tomb empty and unguarded for so long. We can heal their injuries, and take some of the weight of their gear -"</p><p></p><p>"And that breastplate!" Elspeth interjects, her voice much fainter than usual, "I'm not going through all this to leave that behind."</p><p></p><p>"We will take the breastplate, as well." The monk assures her. "Let us hope it gives us no more surprises."</p><p></p><p>"It shouldn't." is Macwood's opinion, "It doesn't look magical, just well-made."</p><p></p><p>Their path agreed, the group heads slowly down the narrow stairs, moving in single file out of necessity, and placing their weakest members in the middle, where they can be best protected. Stormstrider, his staff still giving off a green glow, takes the lead, while Macwood guards the rear.</p><p></p><p>At the bottom of the stairs is a four-way junction. To the left and right are short, alcove-lined passages, while directly ahead, the corridor leads to some kind of pool or fountain, and then ends in a large iron door.</p><p></p><p>"A fountain!" Stormstrider hurries forward, intent on examining this structure. He has gone only a few paces, however, when there is hollow cracking sound, and the floor gives way. For a moment, the elf teeters, his arms windmilling as he tries to keep his balance, but then his feet slip on the crumbling rock, and he tumbles into the void that has opened beneath him. Moments later, he gives a yell of pain as he strikes the bottom of the pit.</p><p></p><p>"Stormstrider? Are you okay?"</p><p></p><p>"No." comes the sour reply, "Someone throw me a rope."</p><p></p><p>Ming Li moves forward to do as the elf asks. Unfortunately, all the noise has stirred the inhabitants of the tomb. Skeletons emerge from the alcoves in both the left and right hand tunnels, and rush forward to attack the monk, who finds herself trapped between undead on either side, an open pit before her, and log-jam of adventurers on the stairs to her rear.</p><p></p><p>The first two skeletons to arrive each rake Ming Li with their jagged bone claws. Blood streams from both wounds, though the monk somehow stays on her feet.</p><p></p><p>Stormstrider, seeing all this, decides that he doesn't need any help after all, and climbs out of the pit on the far side, where there aren't any skeletons trying to kill people. Now there's gratitude for you.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1361900, member: 6294"] [b]"Forgotten Honour" by Eric Price (Dragon Scale Counters) - Part 8[/b] "Run!" Twinkle yells, scurrying back into the previous room. The group, usually not prone to following the gnome's suggestion, finds this one to be quite agreeable. There is a veritable stampede of fleeing adventurers. The shadowy creature emerges completely from the statue, and starts gliding slowly toward them. Its entire form is darkness, without any recognisable features. As it approaches, Macwood snaps his fingers. "I was going to tell a joke about a sword," he tells the approaching creature, "But I doubt you'd get the [I]point[/I]." As the halfling speaks, a white nimbus appears around his hand. Leaping forward, he plunges his fingers into the beast's chest. There is a pulse of energy, and wisps of shadow curl away from the creature, which gives a hissing scream of pain and anger. For a moment, the shadowy form lightens, but then it darkens again as the creature makes its own lunge for Macwood, forcing the halfling to dodge backwards. "We can kill it!" he calls, "We just need to -" Unfortunately, the other adventurers hear only his first statement, and do not wait for his second. They rush forward to engage their enemy. Blow after blow is swung without effect, blades and staves alike passing harmlessly through the insubstantial foe. "- use magic!" the halfling finishes, with a roll of his eyes, "Healing spells or magic weapons will harm it." By now, the creature is already striking back, it's chilling touch searing flesh and sapping the strength from the adventurers' limbs. Elspeth and Rose are hardest hurt, and can barely stand under the weight of their equipment. Stormstrider, finally registering the halfling's words, steps back from the attack and incants a prayer to the spirits of the earth. Immediately, a green glow surrounds his quarterstaff: an aura of natural energy that will be anathema to the undead beast. Macwood moves up to the elf's side, the party's [I]wand of cure light wounds[/I] clutched in his hand. "Let's finish this thing, before it finishes us." The taciturn ranger grunts, and the pair leap forward, each striking at the creature. Both blows strike home, and green and white energy plays over the shadowy form. It gives its hissing scream once again, but this time both the sound and the creature itself fade away, the foul energies that sustained it burned away by the adventurers' magical assault. "Should we go on?" Twinkle asks, "Elspeth and Rose look pretty bad." "I think we should." Ming Li nods, "It will take many days for them to recover their strength, and we cannot leave this tomb empty and unguarded for so long. We can heal their injuries, and take some of the weight of their gear -" "And that breastplate!" Elspeth interjects, her voice much fainter than usual, "I'm not going through all this to leave that behind." "We will take the breastplate, as well." The monk assures her. "Let us hope it gives us no more surprises." "It shouldn't." is Macwood's opinion, "It doesn't look magical, just well-made." Their path agreed, the group heads slowly down the narrow stairs, moving in single file out of necessity, and placing their weakest members in the middle, where they can be best protected. Stormstrider, his staff still giving off a green glow, takes the lead, while Macwood guards the rear. At the bottom of the stairs is a four-way junction. To the left and right are short, alcove-lined passages, while directly ahead, the corridor leads to some kind of pool or fountain, and then ends in a large iron door. "A fountain!" Stormstrider hurries forward, intent on examining this structure. He has gone only a few paces, however, when there is hollow cracking sound, and the floor gives way. For a moment, the elf teeters, his arms windmilling as he tries to keep his balance, but then his feet slip on the crumbling rock, and he tumbles into the void that has opened beneath him. Moments later, he gives a yell of pain as he strikes the bottom of the pit. "Stormstrider? Are you okay?" "No." comes the sour reply, "Someone throw me a rope." Ming Li moves forward to do as the elf asks. Unfortunately, all the noise has stirred the inhabitants of the tomb. Skeletons emerge from the alcoves in both the left and right hand tunnels, and rush forward to attack the monk, who finds herself trapped between undead on either side, an open pit before her, and log-jam of adventurers on the stairs to her rear. The first two skeletons to arrive each rake Ming Li with their jagged bone claws. Blood streams from both wounds, though the monk somehow stays on her feet. Stormstrider, seeing all this, decides that he doesn't need any help after all, and climbs out of the pit on the far side, where there aren't any skeletons trying to kill people. Now there's gratitude for you. [/QUOTE]
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