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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Droid101" data-source="post: 1804097" data-attributes="member: 942">The following night, everybody was a bit nervous.“So Donald is getting captured right now, and we’re supposed to hope that Velkvir, while in the king’s body, decides to play along as the real king and face his fake-would-be-assassin in the Oubliette in exactly one hour therefore allowing us to swoop in and free the king’s body from Velkvir?” Damaré is exasperated.“Exactly.  And we’re teleporting in one hour.  Get ready,” Bink responds.Blaze, Damaré, Grog, Eltharion, Ogrim, Jezda and Bink ready themselves.  When they feel it is about the right time, Bink shinks everyone and teleports.  They arrive in the castle jailroom.  The guard behind the table is startled and stands up.  Bink blasts him with a color spray and he falls unconscious.Bink changes everyone back to normal, and they tie up the guard.  Eltharion triggers the secret passage leading from the jail to the Oubliette, and they proceed through quietly.  Wallace, Adlai, and Donald can be seen in the huge circular room below them.  Wallace has the strange glowing gem about his neck.  Donald is manacled.Now, attack him now!  The Heroes hear in their heads.  The voice seems to be coming from the gem.  It is the king’s voice.  Wallace’s form doubles over.  He falls to one knee, gritting his teeth.  The party bursts into action.“TEMPUS!” Blaze bellows, his armor straining and squealing as his muscles expand.  Grog’s eyes go bloodshot as he calls out in rage.  Ogrim and Eltharion calmly pull out their blades.  Ogrim’s Orc-Killer axe covered with notches.  Eltharion’s Sun and Moon lighting up almost the entire chamber.  Jezda’s greatsword gleams.  Damaré’s spiked chain dances about his form.  Bink’s Technicolor Dreamcoat scintillates.  They all descend the long staircase and surround the king’s paralyzed form.“Wh, what are you doing?” Adlai asks in surprise.“Stand back,” Jezda says, standing between Adlai and the rest of the group.Weapons fly in from every angle.  Two battle axes, one katana, one scimitar, one sickle, one spiked chain, five magic missiles.Again.And again.The king’s deific form standing up to the punishment in an uncanny way.  But after about 20 seconds, the king collapses, a pile of sliced flesh.“Thank you, for doing the dirty work for us…” a voice from the top of the 100 foot tall circular chamber calls down at them.  A fireball erupts in their midst, everyone dodging and leaping out of the way as best they can.Four familiar forms can be seen floating above them.  The four dark elves that had attacked them outside of the dwarven stronghold.  The female wearing heavy plate armor and wielding the snake flail.  The smoothly dressed one, the tatterd clothing one, and the one with the glowing eyes and large wings are also present.  The winged one and the female all fly straight down.The winged one swoops down at Eltharion, slashing into his arm.  The dark-elf’s eyes flash bright red, and his longsword spills a chilling cold into Eltharion, along with the cut.The female dives down at Ogrim, her three-headed snake flail biting out at him.  Ogrim blocks with his shield.The black-cloaked elf casts another spell of unknown effect.  The disheveled one smiles wickedly, readying another fireball.Bink ducks aside, casting haste and then fly on Blaze.  Blaze immediately flies straight up at the black-cloaked elf.  The elf smiles, hardly even attempting to dodge the axe, trusting his magic to protect him.Bad move.“In Tempus’ name!” Blaze calls out; his axe cleanly slicing through the elf’s torso, both pieces falling to the ground below.The other dark elf flying next to Blaze almost lets out a shriek.  His eyes widen and he goes frantic.Ogrim enters the dwarven defensive stance, and swings his axe out at the drow priestess.  He connects solidly three times, smashing through her fine adamantium armor.Eltharion fares better than the last battle he had against this fiendish elf.  He places several expert cuts into the elf with his Moon-scimitar.  He uses the Sun-sickle to try and blind the elf, but to no avail.Grog is foaming at the mouth, and he runs up the winding staircase, thinking to jump out onto the other elf floating above them.Damaré grabs the amulet from off the king’s battered form and retreats into one of the jail cells to keep it safe.  Jezda pushes Adlai into the cell as well, and stands guard outside.The dark elf flying near Blaze throws a cone of cold down onto the Heroes, engulfing friend and foe alike.  The drow seem unaffected, but the Heroes feel their extremities go numb.  He then casts invisibility and vanishes.“Blast.  Eltharion!  Come use your blade, he was right there!” Blaze points, while flying down and laying another unearthly powerful axe hit to the fiendish dark elf.  Bink casts fly on Eltharion and himself.Eltharion flies up, swinging his Moon blade back and forth to try to reveal the location of the invisible dark elf.  He succeeds.  The dark elf is revealed and Eltharion slashes into him hard, slicing him across the neck.The priestess and Ogrim exchange blows, but Ogrim seems mostly unaffected.  The dark elves are starting to despair.The winged elf growls and slashes into Blaze, drawing a deep wound in his stomach.  Blaze swings his axe sideways, chopping as hard as he can.  Off comes a horned-dark elf head.The dark elf near Eltharion floats back and casts another spell, vanishing from view.“He teleported, or else my blade would still see him,” Eltharion calls out to the others, as he flies down toward the female.“You may kill me, but the dark elves will destroy each and every one of you,” she spits down at Ogrim, who replies with a chop to the leg.  Eltharion pierces her back with his scimitar, twisting it for good measure, and her form falls to the ground, lifeless.Bink’s vision goes into the magical spectrum and he picks out all the items to save.They bring Adlai out and explain.“Adlai, the king is in this gem,” Damaré says, much to everyone’s surprise.“He’s what?” Eltharion asks, wiping off his blades.Yes it’s true.   The king’s voice emanates to everybody’s mind.  Somehow, when Velkvir cast that magic jar spell, some strange coincidence happened.  Magic that isn’t supposed to be used against a deity was, and the power forced me into this gem.“So, how do we get you out?” Bink asks.I have no idea.  And I have no idea who would, either.  The gem responds.“I’ll hold onto it until we find out,” Damaré tries to slide in.“Fine, I have no problem with that,” Bink says.“My God, and I thought you all just assassinated the king,” Adlai says, still a little shocked.  “So, until we find out how to free the king, that leaves Felix and I as the castle’s only real protection.”“Don’t worry, we’ll be here,” Eltharion says.Donald emerges from one of the other cells.“I watched from in there.  You guys sure are good allies to have,” Donald says.  Bink snaps his fingers and the manacles fall off.  “Thanks.  Anyway, I’m gonna get going.  We need to stay in touch, y’hear?”The Heroes all go upstairs, re-settling into their rooms in the castle.Bink stays in and identifies all the magic items they had gotten from Velkvir’s lair as well as the new ones.  Everyone else goes out for a drink.  They need it.“It’s been a long week…” Eltharion says, raising his mug.  Everyone toasts and drinks heartily.………The next day, Adlai and Felix go to the center of town and give a State of the State address.  Explaining that the king has gone “ill” and about how things are growing more and more dangerous.  A fairly large crowd shows up.“Since we’re taking a break, I’m going to head off and try to meet up with my brother,” Blaze says, bidding everyone goodbye, for now.“I also have things to attend to.  Jezda and I are going to go to the giant’s stronghold on foot.  We’re not abandoning Trek and The Necromancer.” Damaré says; Jezda and him head out.………After about 18 days of reading and resting, a messenger arrives from the kingdom of Baron.“Bad news from Baron.  The dwarven stronghold has been overrun.  Most of the dwarves were able to escape, but the stronghold new belongs to the dark elves.  The king of the dwarves wishes to have you, Ogrim, return to Baron to speak with him and stand with your dwarven brothers,” the messenger says.“Then I go,” Ogrim says bluntly, going to get his belongings that very minute.  The rest of the Heroes bid him farewell.………That night, at the tavern, Eltharion, Bink and Grog, the only Heroes left in Brunswick, gather for a drink.“So Velkvir, Salménmalón, and Iuz all live together.  That’s kinda creepy,” Eltharion says, commenting on their past activities.“Did you just say ‘Iuz’?” the barkeep asks, overhearing them.“Yeah, why?” Eltharion responds.“A couple weeks ago I got a weird bulk order.  Kept the note, y’know, cause it was kinda weird.  Here,” he hands the note to Eltharion, who reads it.Order:18 casks Tralig Ale4 bottles Elven wine4 casks Dwarven brew2 cases, 30 mugs eachRe: celebration following Iuz’s sack of Tovag Baragu and subsequent ascention“Wonderful.  More ascention.  Tell Adlai we’ll be out for a couple of days to stop this one…” Eltharion muses.“Wait, I have that note from Iuz to…” Bink pulls the note out of his pack.  “Korbadur.  With a name, I think I can get Adlai to scry him.  Then we could teleport there and, you know, do something about him.  Maybe stop his force from reinforcing Iuz.”“Uh oh, you sound serious,” Eltharion rolls his eyes.“Come on, I’ve been sitting around here for too long.  Need to do something!” Grog pipes in, tugging on Bink’s rainbow robe.The three Heroes look at each other, smiling.A mission.Finally.Are the drow going to take over Brunswick next?  Will the Heroes be too split up to help?  Where is Tovag Baragu?  Should I really have run “Die Vecna Die” in my 3.0 campaign?  Get all these questions answered, and more, next update!</blockquote>

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