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<blockquote data-quote="ltclnlbrain" data-source="post: 2802308" data-attributes="member: 12882"><p>It was a lot of fun to RP that scene, too. </p><p></p><p><strong>Chapter 48</strong></p><p></p><p>The smells of home. There was nothing quite like it. The mixture of moist air, Ganther flowers, and a hint of apple blossom. Terenon had not been back for many years. It filled him with mixed emotions.</p><p></p><p>Grundar and Terenon had teleported far away from the Dungeon of the Ruins, in the Dalelands east of the Silver Marches. Specifically, in Daggerdale, and even more specifically, in the town of Dagger Falls. The mighty Falls themselves laid just beyond the city's south wall, sending a spectacular spray into the air as the Tesh river drove the water on its journey to the Moonsea. Toward the center of the town were the higher-class residences, including the home of Terenon's mother. The three-story mansion was made of some sparkling stone, probably enchanted to enhance its beauty. An elegant knocker carved into the likeness of a griffon's head adorned the doors. With trepidation, Terenon approached the door. He fidgeted with his clothes picking lint off from here and there. The mage squared his shoulders and used the knocker to announce his arrival. </p><p></p><p>"Do you think Felespar was lying?" Grundar asked as they waited.</p><p></p><p>"Without a doubt. We shall have to find another way to locate Lisa's soul. I hope my mother might be able to help..." The mage trailed off and looked into the air above his head.</p><p></p><p>"What is it?" asked Grundar.</p><p></p><p>"Scrying sensor," Terenon said simply.</p><p></p><p>The sensor only remained for a brief time before disappearing. A short time later, the door swung inward. On the other side stood a kobold, clad in the elegant dress of a butler. The scaly humanoid bowed before the two adventurers and gestured for them to enter.</p><p></p><p>"Madame is waiting in the parlor," the creature said, gesturing with one white-gloved hand. "May I take your coats?"</p><p></p><p>Grundar seemed a bit surprised to see the kobold greeting them, but Terenon was unconcerned, so the elf followed his friend's lead and offered his coat to the little butler. The kobold lead them through the elegant foyer (complete with crystal chandelier and exquisite, if illusionary, artwork) into a plushly appointed parlor. Within stood a beautiful middle-aged woman with a regal air, clad in a fine dress and no-doubt expensive jewelry.</p><p></p><p>"Your guests, Madame," said the kobold.</p><p></p><p>The woman smiled and inclined her head. "Thank you, Gunther, that will be all." As the kobold exited, her smile broadened and she gracefully moves to embrace Terenon. "Adrian! What an unexpected surprise!" She kissed the mage's cheeks, then looked at Grundar. "Who is your handsome young friend?" she asked, looking the elf up and down with an appraising eye, like a wolf looks at a rabbit prior to the kill. "I am Lindsay Thantos, Adrian's mother," she said as she extended a hand toward Grundar. </p><p></p><p>Grundar smiled and kissed Lindsay on the hand. "My name is Grundar. You have groomed a fine son, Mrs. Thantos. Tere...um, Adrian has been a valuable companion in our travels." </p><p></p><p>Terenon saw his mother pondering the carnal possibilities Grundar represented. Quickly, he spoke up. "Hello, mother, I hope the world has been treating you well. You look as if not a day has passed since I saw you last." He hesitated a bit, then asked, "How is Father?"</p><p></p><p>Lindsay made a flippant gesture with her hand. "You know your father, never satisfied. Now he's trying his hand at politics, campaigning to be the next mayor of Dagger Falls. I swear, that man won't rest until he surpasses Elminster himself. I'm afraid the Mage of Shadowdale has a few thousand years' head start." She laughed lightly, a breezy sound, then gestured for Grundar and Terenon to have a seat. She in turn lowered herself into a comfortable chair, crossing her legs in a very ladylike manner.</p><p></p><p>"So tell me about your journeys, Adrian," she said, resting a hand familiarly on Terenon's knee. "How was Silverymoon? Is it as beautiful as they say? And how are your studies coming along? I'm sure by now you're beginning to master the toughest of spells." </p><p></p><p>He gave his mother a mischievious smile. "My power grows daily. I am becoming accomplished in a variety of dweomers. Silverymoon is a wonder. It has a polished charm hard to find in the wilderness here. You should make your way there one day." His voice lowered a bit and he looked around to be sure they were alone. "As my power grows, so does the caliber of my enemies. Tell me, have you heard of a mage named Terenon?" </p><p></p><p>"Terenon?" asked Lindsay. "The wizard who helped defeat the slaad lord that was bound in some dungeon or another? Yes, word of his exploits have reached this far east already. He is said to be very powerful indeed." A dangerous gleam came into the woman's eyes. "Why? Is he one of these enemies you mentioned? Do you need me to do something about him?" </p><p></p><p>"No Mother. I'm Terenon." </p><p></p><p>Lindsay blinked a few times, not quite understanding. "I beg your pardon?"</p><p></p><p>"I'm Terenon, mother. I needed to make my own way in the world without being tied to the Thantos name. I wanted to prove to Father...well, that matters little now. A girl I saved, Lisa, has been savagely murdered and her soul taken by a devil. A mage bound that devil to do the deed. It was to serve as a warning. I learned who that mage is.</p><p></p><p>"You must understand that this girl was my ward, and now her soul burns in hell. The coward could not face me directly. He hides in the shadows and strikes at me with what he thinks is impunity. Thrice he has sent assasins to do his bidding. It is your lover, Helios. He has drawn all of my ire. Would you aid me in my quest for revenge?"</p><p></p><p>Grundar raised his eyebrow in surprise. Helios was the lover of Terenon's mother? This kept getting more interesting by the moment...</p><p></p><p>"Helios did all that?" Lindsay asked, clearly taken aback. She shook her head in confusion. "He's not my lover any more...we separated a few years back. That sniveling whelp! I should have known he was bad news from the beginning. What did you do to him that he wants to hurt you so badly? And what can I do to help you?" </p><p></p><p>Terenon begins to relay the story about how the group had found out about Acessiwal and his plans for conquest, and the subsequent plea from Lady Alustriel for aid in defeating the wyrm's plans. "Helios works for the white wyrm. I doubt he knows my true lineage. Do you think you could get him here? A rendezvous spot for previous trysts. Grundar and I will take care of the rest. I know it's a great deal to request, but time runs short. You are my best chance to take him and save my friends." </p><p></p><p>Lindsay bit her lower lip as she considered Terenon's request. "I can do it. It might take some time though, especially if Acessiwal won't let him away from Coldheart. Can you afford to wait?" </p><p></p><p>Terenon shook his head slowly. "No, I can't." He let out a heavy sigh. "I thought maybe you would be able to entice him sooner. I'm sorry to have brought worry to you. I promise I will visit later under better circustances. Grundar and I should meet up with the others now." </p><p> </p><p>Lindsay squeezed Terenon's leg affectionately. "I am dearly sorry I could not have been of more help. Though if you ever need me, don't hesitate to call on me. You know I'd do anything within my power to help you." </p><p></p><p>She embraced her son again, holding him close. "Do take care of yourself, Adrian. I would be devastated if anything untoward ever happened to you. And visit more often! Your old mother gets lonely sometimes."</p><p></p><p>She again looked at Grundar appreciatively, almost hungrily. "You be sure he stays out of trouble. And feel free to visit whenever you like, as well. A friend of Adrian's is a friend of mine." </p><p></p><p>Grundar opened his mouth to say something, but Terenon quickly intervened and began ushering the elf toward the door. "Farewell, mother...send my regards to Father."</p><p></p><p>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Rumar stood guard at the entrance to the cave, doing his best to focus more on peering pointlessly out into the snow and less on his overwhelming desire to move completely out of the biting wind. If nothing else, the storm seemed like it was coming to end; he couldn't have that much longer of a wait.</p><p></p><p>The paladin squinted his eyes to see a little better. He thought he had seen a flash of light nearby, but he couldn't be sure. After a few moments, though, he could see the silhouettes of two figures approaching through the dying storm. His hand went slowly to his hilt, but then the figures became more distinct and recognizable. "They're back," he called flatly to the others in the cave behind him.</p><p></p><p>"'They?'" asked Aspar, looking at Rumar with some confusion. "Who are 'they?'"</p><p></p><p>Rhys smiled broadly as Grundar and Terenon passed Rumar and entered the cave, snow clinging to their hair and clothes. "They are our friends," he said cheerfully. "Welcome back. What did you learn?"</p><p></p><p>After a few quick introductions, Terenon sat down and quickly began to appraise the others of what he had learned. He avoided telling them about the bound ice devil, mainly so Rumar wouldn't go off to try and 'save' it. "You were right Rhys. Helios is the mage behind the golems, Zan, and the death of Lisa." </p><p></p><p>Taigiel curled his lip up, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Then the mage will die alongside my father. Coldheart is close now, and the storm has passed. The end draws near."</p><p></p><p>Galiana grinned and patted the half-dragon on the shoulder. "Death to Acessiwal. We will vanquish the beast or we will die trying." With a mischievous wink, she added, "Although I would prefer the first."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ltclnlbrain, post: 2802308, member: 12882"] It was a lot of fun to RP that scene, too. [b]Chapter 48[/b] The smells of home. There was nothing quite like it. The mixture of moist air, Ganther flowers, and a hint of apple blossom. Terenon had not been back for many years. It filled him with mixed emotions. Grundar and Terenon had teleported far away from the Dungeon of the Ruins, in the Dalelands east of the Silver Marches. Specifically, in Daggerdale, and even more specifically, in the town of Dagger Falls. The mighty Falls themselves laid just beyond the city's south wall, sending a spectacular spray into the air as the Tesh river drove the water on its journey to the Moonsea. Toward the center of the town were the higher-class residences, including the home of Terenon's mother. The three-story mansion was made of some sparkling stone, probably enchanted to enhance its beauty. An elegant knocker carved into the likeness of a griffon's head adorned the doors. With trepidation, Terenon approached the door. He fidgeted with his clothes picking lint off from here and there. The mage squared his shoulders and used the knocker to announce his arrival. "Do you think Felespar was lying?" Grundar asked as they waited. "Without a doubt. We shall have to find another way to locate Lisa's soul. I hope my mother might be able to help..." The mage trailed off and looked into the air above his head. "What is it?" asked Grundar. "Scrying sensor," Terenon said simply. The sensor only remained for a brief time before disappearing. A short time later, the door swung inward. On the other side stood a kobold, clad in the elegant dress of a butler. The scaly humanoid bowed before the two adventurers and gestured for them to enter. "Madame is waiting in the parlor," the creature said, gesturing with one white-gloved hand. "May I take your coats?" Grundar seemed a bit surprised to see the kobold greeting them, but Terenon was unconcerned, so the elf followed his friend's lead and offered his coat to the little butler. The kobold lead them through the elegant foyer (complete with crystal chandelier and exquisite, if illusionary, artwork) into a plushly appointed parlor. Within stood a beautiful middle-aged woman with a regal air, clad in a fine dress and no-doubt expensive jewelry. "Your guests, Madame," said the kobold. The woman smiled and inclined her head. "Thank you, Gunther, that will be all." As the kobold exited, her smile broadened and she gracefully moves to embrace Terenon. "Adrian! What an unexpected surprise!" She kissed the mage's cheeks, then looked at Grundar. "Who is your handsome young friend?" she asked, looking the elf up and down with an appraising eye, like a wolf looks at a rabbit prior to the kill. "I am Lindsay Thantos, Adrian's mother," she said as she extended a hand toward Grundar. Grundar smiled and kissed Lindsay on the hand. "My name is Grundar. You have groomed a fine son, Mrs. Thantos. Tere...um, Adrian has been a valuable companion in our travels." Terenon saw his mother pondering the carnal possibilities Grundar represented. Quickly, he spoke up. "Hello, mother, I hope the world has been treating you well. You look as if not a day has passed since I saw you last." He hesitated a bit, then asked, "How is Father?" Lindsay made a flippant gesture with her hand. "You know your father, never satisfied. Now he's trying his hand at politics, campaigning to be the next mayor of Dagger Falls. I swear, that man won't rest until he surpasses Elminster himself. I'm afraid the Mage of Shadowdale has a few thousand years' head start." She laughed lightly, a breezy sound, then gestured for Grundar and Terenon to have a seat. She in turn lowered herself into a comfortable chair, crossing her legs in a very ladylike manner. "So tell me about your journeys, Adrian," she said, resting a hand familiarly on Terenon's knee. "How was Silverymoon? Is it as beautiful as they say? And how are your studies coming along? I'm sure by now you're beginning to master the toughest of spells." He gave his mother a mischievious smile. "My power grows daily. I am becoming accomplished in a variety of dweomers. Silverymoon is a wonder. It has a polished charm hard to find in the wilderness here. You should make your way there one day." His voice lowered a bit and he looked around to be sure they were alone. "As my power grows, so does the caliber of my enemies. Tell me, have you heard of a mage named Terenon?" "Terenon?" asked Lindsay. "The wizard who helped defeat the slaad lord that was bound in some dungeon or another? Yes, word of his exploits have reached this far east already. He is said to be very powerful indeed." A dangerous gleam came into the woman's eyes. "Why? Is he one of these enemies you mentioned? Do you need me to do something about him?" "No Mother. I'm Terenon." Lindsay blinked a few times, not quite understanding. "I beg your pardon?" "I'm Terenon, mother. I needed to make my own way in the world without being tied to the Thantos name. I wanted to prove to Father...well, that matters little now. A girl I saved, Lisa, has been savagely murdered and her soul taken by a devil. A mage bound that devil to do the deed. It was to serve as a warning. I learned who that mage is. "You must understand that this girl was my ward, and now her soul burns in hell. The coward could not face me directly. He hides in the shadows and strikes at me with what he thinks is impunity. Thrice he has sent assasins to do his bidding. It is your lover, Helios. He has drawn all of my ire. Would you aid me in my quest for revenge?" Grundar raised his eyebrow in surprise. Helios was the lover of Terenon's mother? This kept getting more interesting by the moment... "Helios did all that?" Lindsay asked, clearly taken aback. She shook her head in confusion. "He's not my lover any more...we separated a few years back. That sniveling whelp! I should have known he was bad news from the beginning. What did you do to him that he wants to hurt you so badly? And what can I do to help you?" Terenon begins to relay the story about how the group had found out about Acessiwal and his plans for conquest, and the subsequent plea from Lady Alustriel for aid in defeating the wyrm's plans. "Helios works for the white wyrm. I doubt he knows my true lineage. Do you think you could get him here? A rendezvous spot for previous trysts. Grundar and I will take care of the rest. I know it's a great deal to request, but time runs short. You are my best chance to take him and save my friends." Lindsay bit her lower lip as she considered Terenon's request. "I can do it. It might take some time though, especially if Acessiwal won't let him away from Coldheart. Can you afford to wait?" Terenon shook his head slowly. "No, I can't." He let out a heavy sigh. "I thought maybe you would be able to entice him sooner. I'm sorry to have brought worry to you. I promise I will visit later under better circustances. Grundar and I should meet up with the others now." Lindsay squeezed Terenon's leg affectionately. "I am dearly sorry I could not have been of more help. Though if you ever need me, don't hesitate to call on me. You know I'd do anything within my power to help you." She embraced her son again, holding him close. "Do take care of yourself, Adrian. I would be devastated if anything untoward ever happened to you. And visit more often! Your old mother gets lonely sometimes." She again looked at Grundar appreciatively, almost hungrily. "You be sure he stays out of trouble. And feel free to visit whenever you like, as well. A friend of Adrian's is a friend of mine." Grundar opened his mouth to say something, but Terenon quickly intervened and began ushering the elf toward the door. "Farewell, mother...send my regards to Father." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rumar stood guard at the entrance to the cave, doing his best to focus more on peering pointlessly out into the snow and less on his overwhelming desire to move completely out of the biting wind. If nothing else, the storm seemed like it was coming to end; he couldn't have that much longer of a wait. The paladin squinted his eyes to see a little better. He thought he had seen a flash of light nearby, but he couldn't be sure. After a few moments, though, he could see the silhouettes of two figures approaching through the dying storm. His hand went slowly to his hilt, but then the figures became more distinct and recognizable. "They're back," he called flatly to the others in the cave behind him. "'They?'" asked Aspar, looking at Rumar with some confusion. "Who are 'they?'" Rhys smiled broadly as Grundar and Terenon passed Rumar and entered the cave, snow clinging to their hair and clothes. "They are our friends," he said cheerfully. "Welcome back. What did you learn?" After a few quick introductions, Terenon sat down and quickly began to appraise the others of what he had learned. He avoided telling them about the bound ice devil, mainly so Rumar wouldn't go off to try and 'save' it. "You were right Rhys. Helios is the mage behind the golems, Zan, and the death of Lisa." Taigiel curled his lip up, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Then the mage will die alongside my father. Coldheart is close now, and the storm has passed. The end draws near." Galiana grinned and patted the half-dragon on the shoulder. "Death to Acessiwal. We will vanquish the beast or we will die trying." With a mischievous wink, she added, "Although I would prefer the first." [/QUOTE]
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