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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1605427" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Chanti's Quest</strong></p><p></p><p>“Bleak has spoken,” the priest intoned solemnly. Somewhere, someone rang a low bell. Chanti shuddered involuntarily, in an erotic mix of fear and pleasure. </p><p></p><p>She was in the fane of the main temple to the Black Sun in the town of Endros. The group, demoralized after their foray into the monastery and subsequent loss of their leader, had retreated to this town; and here, Drakar the high priest, a foul-smelling dwarf with dirty fingernails laid a great honor on Chanti.</p><p></p><p>She had told him everything; of Galiger’s valiant efforts to overthrow the Light everywhere he went, of his betrayal and murder (from her perspective) by Dexter, of their ensuing flight to Strogass, of Lyr’s death.</p><p></p><p>“Your Captain Lyr was a heathen,” Drakar grunted. “Bleak brought her here to bring <em>you</em> here. So that we could hear your story, and hear of this Dexter from one who has met him.” The dwarf snarled. “The Church of Bleak will aid you, child, as He has guided you all along. It is <em>He</em> who struck down your Captain, for He has no further need of a cowardly pagan.” The dwarf’s eyes bored in on her. “Who is Captain now?”</p><p></p><p>“I am,” she replied, “as I am the only remaining original crewman.”</p><p></p><p>He nods. “Good. We will aid you,” he repeated. Then he turned and called to a back room, “Urdor!”</p><p></p><p>After a moment a squat, dark dwarf with an axe across his back and the Black Sun of Bleak emblazoned upon the breast of his vestments emerged. “Master?” he grated.</p><p></p><p>“You will be accompanying our friends here,” commanded Drakar. “We will be investing some significant efforts in your success,” he turned to Chanti. “It seems advisable to attempt to aid you in what ways we can. This is Urdor Darkwind. He is a warrior, and a priest; he will assist you.” Drakar rubbed his grubby paws together. “And act as a moral and spiritual advisor.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you, my lord,” Chanti responded, bowing low.</p><p></p><p>“More, we will send Delilah with you. Urdor, fetch her; tell her to be ready to leave in four hours.”</p><p></p><p>Urdor hurried out. </p><p></p><p>After a moment’s hesitation, Chanti asked, “Do you know of any way that we could protect ourselves against Dexter’s mind tricks?”</p><p></p><p>Drakar stroked his long full beard. “Perhaps,” he said. “Though it is nothing I can provide you, I can point you in the right direction. There is an amulet that will protect an area from psionics. But it was lost by its previous owner, a scholar of some note, when he was on an expedition to the Undersea beneath the Precipice.”</p><p></p><p>“The Precipice?”</p><p></p><p>Drakar smiled. “The Eastern Precipice, more properly- an area where there is a cliff several miles high.”</p><p></p><p>“And this Undersea...”</p><p></p><p>“Is in the Underdark, beneath the Precipice.”</p><p></p><p>“And this amulet is there?”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps.” Drakar shrugs. “It is a lead. Perhaps investigation will turn it up. In any event, that is the aid I can give you on that subject.”</p><p></p><p>At just that moment, Urdor returned, followed by a tall pale beauty of an elven woman. She wore a violet dress whose color perfectly complemented her red hair and green eyes. She bore neither weapons nor armor.</p><p></p><p>“Ah,” said Drakar, “Good. This is the other assistance I can offer you- a conjurer of some skill. Meet Delilah.”</p><p></p><p>Chanti nodded, dumbfounded. <em>A cleric and a mage!</em> she thought exultantly. Things were looking up. But why?</p><p></p><p>“Clearly,” said Drakar, “you have some idea as to your next move?”</p><p></p><p>“Dexter,” Chanti replied without hesitation. “He must die.” She sighed. “But first we have to get this amulet.” She paused. “Unless Bleak needs something else more...?”</p><p></p><p>“Not at all,” Drakar demurred. </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The journey would take the group north and east. The Church happily outfitted the group with a significant amount of gear to see them on their way; and so it was that they set forth, journeying northwards. </p><p></p><p>Their new companions were very different. Urdor maintained a laconic presence, barely speaking except when spoken to except to conduct the daily obsequies to Bleak. He was a steady, stable figure, always in the same place- behind and slightly to the right of Chanti. Delilah, on the other hand, was very dramatic, sultry, seductive, and mercurial. She referred to herself by many titles- Delilah the Dead, Delilah the Damned, Delilah the Delicious, Delilah the Delightful. She had a quick wit and a tendency to laugh at odd, sometimes inappropriate moments. </p><p></p><p>Chanticleer was full of righteous energy. She had been blessed in her quest to destroy Dexter by the priests of the Black Sun! Food, ale, weapons, even a magic ring- she had been well equipped by them! </p><p></p><p>If she knew what correspondence Drakar had seen, come from Farenth, she might have been able to puzzle out the trap he was setting, but she did not.</p><p></p><p>The journey was about two weeks long; along the way they were ambushed by an ankheg, which they easily dispatched (though Akakathan took a nasty burn when it spat acid upon him) and a family of four weird monsters with strange, badger-like heads; but instead of teeth, they had jagged bony ridges. Their bodies were a strange mix of stag and lion, with cloven hooves on its feet. Again, Chanticleer’s group of pirates managed to destroy them without too much trouble. During these battles, it became clear that Urdor was able to hold his own in a battle, and that Delilah- standing far back- could use her conjuration magic to good effect. In fact, she summoned a thumb-sized spider that poisoned one of their foes handily. </p><p></p><p>Their journey took them up hill, but instead of rising and then falling again, the incline remained at a gentle rise for many days. Many rills and small brooks ran down the slope. Green grass and trees were abundant. Soon enough the group reached the town of Kerm, which- according to Drakar- was near an entrance to the Underdark. Not quite a city, the town was big enough to allow them their choice of inns, so they chose one where a bunch of scurrilous characters such as themselves could fit right in.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Into the Underdark!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1605427, member: 1210"] [b]Chanti's Quest[/b] “Bleak has spoken,” the priest intoned solemnly. Somewhere, someone rang a low bell. Chanti shuddered involuntarily, in an erotic mix of fear and pleasure. She was in the fane of the main temple to the Black Sun in the town of Endros. The group, demoralized after their foray into the monastery and subsequent loss of their leader, had retreated to this town; and here, Drakar the high priest, a foul-smelling dwarf with dirty fingernails laid a great honor on Chanti. She had told him everything; of Galiger’s valiant efforts to overthrow the Light everywhere he went, of his betrayal and murder (from her perspective) by Dexter, of their ensuing flight to Strogass, of Lyr’s death. “Your Captain Lyr was a heathen,” Drakar grunted. “Bleak brought her here to bring [i]you[/i] here. So that we could hear your story, and hear of this Dexter from one who has met him.” The dwarf snarled. “The Church of Bleak will aid you, child, as He has guided you all along. It is [i]He[/i] who struck down your Captain, for He has no further need of a cowardly pagan.” The dwarf’s eyes bored in on her. “Who is Captain now?” “I am,” she replied, “as I am the only remaining original crewman.” He nods. “Good. We will aid you,” he repeated. Then he turned and called to a back room, “Urdor!” After a moment a squat, dark dwarf with an axe across his back and the Black Sun of Bleak emblazoned upon the breast of his vestments emerged. “Master?” he grated. “You will be accompanying our friends here,” commanded Drakar. “We will be investing some significant efforts in your success,” he turned to Chanti. “It seems advisable to attempt to aid you in what ways we can. This is Urdor Darkwind. He is a warrior, and a priest; he will assist you.” Drakar rubbed his grubby paws together. “And act as a moral and spiritual advisor.” “Thank you, my lord,” Chanti responded, bowing low. “More, we will send Delilah with you. Urdor, fetch her; tell her to be ready to leave in four hours.” Urdor hurried out. After a moment’s hesitation, Chanti asked, “Do you know of any way that we could protect ourselves against Dexter’s mind tricks?” Drakar stroked his long full beard. “Perhaps,” he said. “Though it is nothing I can provide you, I can point you in the right direction. There is an amulet that will protect an area from psionics. But it was lost by its previous owner, a scholar of some note, when he was on an expedition to the Undersea beneath the Precipice.” “The Precipice?” Drakar smiled. “The Eastern Precipice, more properly- an area where there is a cliff several miles high.” “And this Undersea...” “Is in the Underdark, beneath the Precipice.” “And this amulet is there?” “Perhaps.” Drakar shrugs. “It is a lead. Perhaps investigation will turn it up. In any event, that is the aid I can give you on that subject.” At just that moment, Urdor returned, followed by a tall pale beauty of an elven woman. She wore a violet dress whose color perfectly complemented her red hair and green eyes. She bore neither weapons nor armor. “Ah,” said Drakar, “Good. This is the other assistance I can offer you- a conjurer of some skill. Meet Delilah.” Chanti nodded, dumbfounded. [i]A cleric and a mage![/i] she thought exultantly. Things were looking up. But why? “Clearly,” said Drakar, “you have some idea as to your next move?” “Dexter,” Chanti replied without hesitation. “He must die.” She sighed. “But first we have to get this amulet.” She paused. “Unless Bleak needs something else more...?” “Not at all,” Drakar demurred. *** The journey would take the group north and east. The Church happily outfitted the group with a significant amount of gear to see them on their way; and so it was that they set forth, journeying northwards. Their new companions were very different. Urdor maintained a laconic presence, barely speaking except when spoken to except to conduct the daily obsequies to Bleak. He was a steady, stable figure, always in the same place- behind and slightly to the right of Chanti. Delilah, on the other hand, was very dramatic, sultry, seductive, and mercurial. She referred to herself by many titles- Delilah the Dead, Delilah the Damned, Delilah the Delicious, Delilah the Delightful. She had a quick wit and a tendency to laugh at odd, sometimes inappropriate moments. Chanticleer was full of righteous energy. She had been blessed in her quest to destroy Dexter by the priests of the Black Sun! Food, ale, weapons, even a magic ring- she had been well equipped by them! If she knew what correspondence Drakar had seen, come from Farenth, she might have been able to puzzle out the trap he was setting, but she did not. The journey was about two weeks long; along the way they were ambushed by an ankheg, which they easily dispatched (though Akakathan took a nasty burn when it spat acid upon him) and a family of four weird monsters with strange, badger-like heads; but instead of teeth, they had jagged bony ridges. Their bodies were a strange mix of stag and lion, with cloven hooves on its feet. Again, Chanticleer’s group of pirates managed to destroy them without too much trouble. During these battles, it became clear that Urdor was able to hold his own in a battle, and that Delilah- standing far back- could use her conjuration magic to good effect. In fact, she summoned a thumb-sized spider that poisoned one of their foes handily. Their journey took them up hill, but instead of rising and then falling again, the incline remained at a gentle rise for many days. Many rills and small brooks ran down the slope. Green grass and trees were abundant. Soon enough the group reached the town of Kerm, which- according to Drakar- was near an entrance to the Underdark. Not quite a city, the town was big enough to allow them their choice of inns, so they chose one where a bunch of scurrilous characters such as themselves could fit right in. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Into the Underdark! [/QUOTE]
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