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<blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 917493" data-attributes="member: 7737"><p>The sword <em>Fulmine</em> was forged by the Dwarven master smith Zaccarias Zabar in MS 5048 for the wizard Michael Dellarocca, leader of the Company of the Red Kestrel. Dellarocca, a specialist in electrical evocations, requested a weapon that would mirror his arcane predilections.</p><p></p><p>Fulmine is a finely wrought rapier, exquisitely balanced, crafted of the best Durenese steel. Its back edge is gilded, both for visual effect and as a strong conductor. The blade is enhanced with magical energies that improve its wielder’s accuracy and cutting power, and the whole weapon crackles with electricity when drawn. Upon an especially effective hit, an extra burst of electricity flows along the blade, inflicting additional damage upon its target.</p><p></p><p>= = =</p><p></p><p>This was the weapon Dellarocca had been so intent upon finding. Fulmine, along the rest of the Company’s equipment, had lain undisturbed in the ciquali treasure vault until such time as the creatures could wrest their secrets from the uncooperative wizard.</p><p></p><p>Naturally they had not counted on said wizard being rescued and returning to claim his gear with vengeance in mind.</p><p></p><p>Brogun’s eyes lit up as he surveyed the room. He was no smith, but any dwarf could tell these items were masterfully crafted at the least, and probably magical. </p><p></p><p>Dellarocca was lost in thought as he stroked the edge of Fulmine with an almost sensuous touch. The wizard absentmindedly cast a minor spell that unlocked the wooden chest, then used another spell to open its lid. Inside rested a thick tome, bound in expensive-looking leather. Sighing contentedly, Dellarocca carefully took up his spellbook and began leafing through it.</p><p></p><p>Sara moved among the remaining items and weaponry sadly. “Come here, Brogun,” she stated. He complied, eager to see what she intended.</p><p></p><p>“This was Kednor’s armor,” Sara said, pointing at the ornately wrought plate mail. “He will not be needing it any longer,” the priestess of Ishir continued softly.</p><p></p><p>“Ach, ‘tis a pity what happened to your companions,” Brogun began, “but it would be foolish to let their equipment go unused. Armor was meant for battle, after all. It will be an honor for me to avenge Kednor’s death while wearing this.”</p><p></p><p>Sara nodded. “May it protect you better than it did him,” she whispered. She also pressed Kednor’s large warhammer upon Brogun, although he insisted that he would prefer to use his trusty waraxe.</p><p></p><p>= = =</p><p></p><p>The three adventurers spent some time re-equipping themselves. Sara took up her Shield of Ishir; its highly reflective surface would deflect the blows of enemies away from its bearer. Dellarocca wore two rings upon either hand: the first was his trusty Ring of Protection; the second had been Leta’s Ring of Stealth. “I’m not sure of its exact function,” Dellarocca admitted, “but we may have need of it nonetheless.” The wizard also outfitted himself with a pair of copper bracelets, each carved with arcane symbols.</p><p></p><p>Those items that were of no immediate use to any of the Company, such as Gunther’s enormous sword, were distributed throughout the party’s packs.</p><p></p><p>Dellarocca then spent half an hour preparing spells, turning the pages of his spellbook with barely concealed glee. Sara meditated, while Brogun clanked about the room happily in his new – that is, Kednor’s old – armor.</p><p></p><p>When the three had properly prepared themselves, Dellarocca led the way back to the nearby stair-room, where the ciquali worked away, oblivious to the approaching adventurers.</p><p></p><p>The mage drew Fulmine in his right hand and glanced behind him, a murderous glint in his eyes [*]. “Leave no survivors,” he growled as his left hand twisted through the motions of a spell. Moments later, an electrically substituted <em>fireball</em> blossomed in the center of the room.</p><p></p><p>Brogun swung his axe about his head and charged.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 9px">[*] Image the look on Anakin Skywalker's face right before he slaughters the Sand People and you have Dellarocca's expression to a T.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Joshua Randall, post: 917493, member: 7737"] The sword [i]Fulmine[/i] was forged by the Dwarven master smith Zaccarias Zabar in MS 5048 for the wizard Michael Dellarocca, leader of the Company of the Red Kestrel. Dellarocca, a specialist in electrical evocations, requested a weapon that would mirror his arcane predilections. Fulmine is a finely wrought rapier, exquisitely balanced, crafted of the best Durenese steel. Its back edge is gilded, both for visual effect and as a strong conductor. The blade is enhanced with magical energies that improve its wielder’s accuracy and cutting power, and the whole weapon crackles with electricity when drawn. Upon an especially effective hit, an extra burst of electricity flows along the blade, inflicting additional damage upon its target. = = = This was the weapon Dellarocca had been so intent upon finding. Fulmine, along the rest of the Company’s equipment, had lain undisturbed in the ciquali treasure vault until such time as the creatures could wrest their secrets from the uncooperative wizard. Naturally they had not counted on said wizard being rescued and returning to claim his gear with vengeance in mind. Brogun’s eyes lit up as he surveyed the room. He was no smith, but any dwarf could tell these items were masterfully crafted at the least, and probably magical. Dellarocca was lost in thought as he stroked the edge of Fulmine with an almost sensuous touch. The wizard absentmindedly cast a minor spell that unlocked the wooden chest, then used another spell to open its lid. Inside rested a thick tome, bound in expensive-looking leather. Sighing contentedly, Dellarocca carefully took up his spellbook and began leafing through it. Sara moved among the remaining items and weaponry sadly. “Come here, Brogun,” she stated. He complied, eager to see what she intended. “This was Kednor’s armor,” Sara said, pointing at the ornately wrought plate mail. “He will not be needing it any longer,” the priestess of Ishir continued softly. “Ach, ‘tis a pity what happened to your companions,” Brogun began, “but it would be foolish to let their equipment go unused. Armor was meant for battle, after all. It will be an honor for me to avenge Kednor’s death while wearing this.” Sara nodded. “May it protect you better than it did him,” she whispered. She also pressed Kednor’s large warhammer upon Brogun, although he insisted that he would prefer to use his trusty waraxe. = = = The three adventurers spent some time re-equipping themselves. Sara took up her Shield of Ishir; its highly reflective surface would deflect the blows of enemies away from its bearer. Dellarocca wore two rings upon either hand: the first was his trusty Ring of Protection; the second had been Leta’s Ring of Stealth. “I’m not sure of its exact function,” Dellarocca admitted, “but we may have need of it nonetheless.” The wizard also outfitted himself with a pair of copper bracelets, each carved with arcane symbols. Those items that were of no immediate use to any of the Company, such as Gunther’s enormous sword, were distributed throughout the party’s packs. Dellarocca then spent half an hour preparing spells, turning the pages of his spellbook with barely concealed glee. Sara meditated, while Brogun clanked about the room happily in his new – that is, Kednor’s old – armor. When the three had properly prepared themselves, Dellarocca led the way back to the nearby stair-room, where the ciquali worked away, oblivious to the approaching adventurers. The mage drew Fulmine in his right hand and glanced behind him, a murderous glint in his eyes [*]. “Leave no survivors,” he growled as his left hand twisted through the motions of a spell. Moments later, an electrically substituted [i]fireball[/i] blossomed in the center of the room. Brogun swung his axe about his head and charged. [SIZE=1][*] Image the look on Anakin Skywalker's face right before he slaughters the Sand People and you have Dellarocca's expression to a T.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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