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<blockquote data-quote="Droid101" data-source="post: 1823696" data-attributes="member: 942"><p>“It’ll only hurt for a second, Grog, I promise,” Bink says. Grog was tugging on Bink’s rainbow robe.</p><p></p><p>Eltharion brandished his Moon-scimitar in both hands. The blade was extra sharp, so it was chosen for the grisly deed.</p><p></p><p>“One, two, three!” the blade came down in a streak of greenish light. The instant Grog’s hand separated, Bink repeatedly cast <em>cure moderate wounds </em> to heal him up and dull the pain.</p><p></p><p>“Grrrrrrr…” Grog emitted a low growl, but hardly winced. He didn’t look at his now-missing hand.</p><p></p><p>“The little one took it like a man, I’d say,” Bloodthorne watched on.</p><p></p><p>Bink carefully took the mummified <em>Hand of Vecna </em> out of his sack, and placed it on Grog’s stump. Instantaneously, it fused to the arm and Grog’s eyes glossed over a little.</p><p></p><p>“How do you feel?” Balophan the centaur bent down to ask.</p><p></p><p>“I feel like you should shut up!” Grog exclaimed, grabbing the Sword of Kas.</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like a cocky God to me,” Eltharion quips.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry Grog, I’m keeping your hand magically preserved, and the minute we’re able to, we’ll replace it,” Bink says, putting Grog’s hand into a separate sack, casting a few cantrips.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s hurry it up, then. You coming, zombie? Stay out of my way,” Grog put bluntly, looking down at his now-mummified left hand, shaking his head.</p><p></p><p>“I’m ‘ardly a zombie, mate,” Bloodthorne chuckles anyway.</p><p></p><p>The Heroes head back to the black marble stairwell, and the Hand golem. He leads them all the way to the top of the stairs. At the top of the spiral staircase, another doorway is present. However, this one has its bone-white doors blasted off its hinges. The party rushes in, the Hand stays behind.</p><p></p><p>A large room lies inside. Scintillating colors seem to engulf the chamber, spinning wildly about the room like a powerful maelstrom. The room seems almost identical to the room when they entered the palace, throne and all. The walls are covered with murals displaying Vecna’s armies rampaging and massacring as they go.</p><p></p><p>Bodies of ogres and humans are scattered across the floors, along with shattered skeletons. Several ogres and humans are standing, transfixed at the spiraling colors. One Iuz mercenary seems aware, and turns to the Heroes.</p><p></p><p>“Stay out of this… or you will die!” the man hisses.</p><p></p><p>Beyond him, against the far wall, lies the throne. Standing on the steps leading up to it is a bent over old shriveled looking old man, with sweat beading on his forehead. He is swinging a blade back and forth through the colored energy (the blade looks identical to the one Grog is holding). His left eye is glowing a bright red, and the energy is surging toward the throne.</p><p></p><p>Upon the throne sits a robe clad decaying skeletal creature. He is missing his left eye and left hand. He is tracing arcane symbols in the air with his other hand, creating layer after layer of colored magical energy.</p><p></p><p>The Heroes stand transfixed by the swirling energies, watching Iuz slowly break through Vecna’s arcane defenses. Finally, Iuz slashes past the final arcane wall, and slashes his <em>Sword of Kas </em> into Vecna. A look of disbelief appears on Vecna’s skeletal visage…</p><p></p><p>…that turns into a wicked smile, as the blade shatters against his old bones.</p><p></p><p>Iuz, the Old One, can’t even muster a surprised gasp as he stares at the bladless hilt in his grasp. Vecna stands up.</p><p></p><p>“You were always feebleminded and weak, Iuz,” Vecna says, his voice sounding not like a single man, but rather like a thousand whispering voices speaking together. “You inherited your father’s intelligence, obviously. Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance and stupidity…”</p><p></p><p>Vecna places his right hand on Iuz’s balding head, and the Iuz bursts into flames. He screams mightily, but cannot move. The flames seem to be seeping directly into Vecna.</p><p></p><p>“NO!” the Iuz mercenary charges Vecna, and the other ogres still standing do so as well. Just as they start moving, all the dead ogre bodies shamble to their feet and interpose themselves between Iuz and his minions. Combat ensues.</p><p></p><p>Eltharion charges forward toward the nearest ogre, slashing into him. Bloodthorne floats a foot off the ground, and flies toward the same ogre, flanking him perfectly. Bloodthorne’s two longswords move with lightning quick precision, slicing deeply into the ogre’s kidneys, taking him down.</p><p></p><p>“Hey, not bad,” Eltharion remarks.</p><p></p><p>“And I thank you…” Bloodthorne bows low; only to take a pounding fist from another ogre.</p><p></p><p>Balophan pushes through and knocks a few ogres aside, trying to make a path for Grog to get through to Vecna. Grog jumps forward and pushes an ogre aside as well. Bink fires off a <em>lightning bolt </em> and singes several ogres and zombie ogres simultaneously.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, you’ll pay for that one, ‘ear me well,” Bloodthorne spins to face the ogre who hit him. “You limey, yellow bellied piece of filth that I scraped offa kobold!”</p><p></p><p>The ogre’s jaw drops; his rage building quickly. That hesitation cost him his life, and his head. Bloodthorne’s razor-sharp blades liberate him of those.</p><p></p><p>Balophan and Grog break through, and charge Vecna. Balophan grits his teeth and swings his longsword at him. The blade glances off his arm, as he is still absorbing Iuz.</p><p></p><p>“Spare me your pitiful attempts at resistance,” Vecna spits evilly, and everyone in the room falls to their knees, compulsed by powerful magic. Everyone except Grog.</p><p></p><p>Iuz’s body dissolves completely in that instant, and a few final wisps of flame spiral up into Vecna’s empty left eye socket. In a split second, Vecna’s bent and skeletal form changes into a tall dark haired man with handsome features. His eyes glow with an unholy red fire. He has a humorless grin on his face.</p><p></p><p>“You have lost, you have all lost…” he bellows.</p><p></p><p>“Think again,” Grog steps forward, his eyes go bloodshot, his small frame bulges and grows with rage. His pointy teeth grate against each other hard. He swings his <em>Sword of Kas </em> as hard as he possibly can…</p><p></p><p>…and Vecna stumbles backward from the immensely powerful blow. His right hand goes to a bleeding gash across his stomach, looking down at his lifeblood pouring from his body. His face grows dark, and he curses Grog in a language that nobody in the room understands, though his words make Grog tremble. Suddenly, the floor beneath Grog’s feet vanishes, and he plummets down into the inky blackness.</p><p></p><p>“NO!!!” Eltharion screams, forces himself up to his feet, and charges Vecna.</p><p></p><p>“I am done here. The Godlings who played at rulership here will trouble me no more. This reality will be destroyed in moments. It has always been my destiny to be the master of all that is or ever was. I shall undo all that has been, and become master of all that there shall be. You no longer concern me. We will not meet again,” Vecna’s voice is deep and commanding, and with it, the walls of the room seem to insubstantiate; turning into mist.</p><p></p><p>Eltharion can’t charge any more, because the ground is no longer there.</p><p></p><p>The Heroes and remaining ogres fall into a seemingly bottomless abyss.</p><p></p><p>Did Vecna win? Is this the end of my campaign? Did Bloodthorne really hurt the feelings of that poor ogre??? Find out this and more, if there is a next update!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Droid101, post: 1823696, member: 942"] “It’ll only hurt for a second, Grog, I promise,” Bink says. Grog was tugging on Bink’s rainbow robe. Eltharion brandished his Moon-scimitar in both hands. The blade was extra sharp, so it was chosen for the grisly deed. “One, two, three!” the blade came down in a streak of greenish light. The instant Grog’s hand separated, Bink repeatedly cast [I]cure moderate wounds [/I] to heal him up and dull the pain. “Grrrrrrr…” Grog emitted a low growl, but hardly winced. He didn’t look at his now-missing hand. “The little one took it like a man, I’d say,” Bloodthorne watched on. Bink carefully took the mummified [I]Hand of Vecna [/I] out of his sack, and placed it on Grog’s stump. Instantaneously, it fused to the arm and Grog’s eyes glossed over a little. “How do you feel?” Balophan the centaur bent down to ask. “I feel like you should shut up!” Grog exclaimed, grabbing the Sword of Kas. “Sounds like a cocky God to me,” Eltharion quips. “Don’t worry Grog, I’m keeping your hand magically preserved, and the minute we’re able to, we’ll replace it,” Bink says, putting Grog’s hand into a separate sack, casting a few cantrips. “Let’s hurry it up, then. You coming, zombie? Stay out of my way,” Grog put bluntly, looking down at his now-mummified left hand, shaking his head. “I’m ‘ardly a zombie, mate,” Bloodthorne chuckles anyway. The Heroes head back to the black marble stairwell, and the Hand golem. He leads them all the way to the top of the stairs. At the top of the spiral staircase, another doorway is present. However, this one has its bone-white doors blasted off its hinges. The party rushes in, the Hand stays behind. A large room lies inside. Scintillating colors seem to engulf the chamber, spinning wildly about the room like a powerful maelstrom. The room seems almost identical to the room when they entered the palace, throne and all. The walls are covered with murals displaying Vecna’s armies rampaging and massacring as they go. Bodies of ogres and humans are scattered across the floors, along with shattered skeletons. Several ogres and humans are standing, transfixed at the spiraling colors. One Iuz mercenary seems aware, and turns to the Heroes. “Stay out of this… or you will die!” the man hisses. Beyond him, against the far wall, lies the throne. Standing on the steps leading up to it is a bent over old shriveled looking old man, with sweat beading on his forehead. He is swinging a blade back and forth through the colored energy (the blade looks identical to the one Grog is holding). His left eye is glowing a bright red, and the energy is surging toward the throne. Upon the throne sits a robe clad decaying skeletal creature. He is missing his left eye and left hand. He is tracing arcane symbols in the air with his other hand, creating layer after layer of colored magical energy. The Heroes stand transfixed by the swirling energies, watching Iuz slowly break through Vecna’s arcane defenses. Finally, Iuz slashes past the final arcane wall, and slashes his [I]Sword of Kas [/I] into Vecna. A look of disbelief appears on Vecna’s skeletal visage… …that turns into a wicked smile, as the blade shatters against his old bones. Iuz, the Old One, can’t even muster a surprised gasp as he stares at the bladless hilt in his grasp. Vecna stands up. “You were always feebleminded and weak, Iuz,” Vecna says, his voice sounding not like a single man, but rather like a thousand whispering voices speaking together. “You inherited your father’s intelligence, obviously. Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance and stupidity…” Vecna places his right hand on Iuz’s balding head, and the Iuz bursts into flames. He screams mightily, but cannot move. The flames seem to be seeping directly into Vecna. “NO!” the Iuz mercenary charges Vecna, and the other ogres still standing do so as well. Just as they start moving, all the dead ogre bodies shamble to their feet and interpose themselves between Iuz and his minions. Combat ensues. Eltharion charges forward toward the nearest ogre, slashing into him. Bloodthorne floats a foot off the ground, and flies toward the same ogre, flanking him perfectly. Bloodthorne’s two longswords move with lightning quick precision, slicing deeply into the ogre’s kidneys, taking him down. “Hey, not bad,” Eltharion remarks. “And I thank you…” Bloodthorne bows low; only to take a pounding fist from another ogre. Balophan pushes through and knocks a few ogres aside, trying to make a path for Grog to get through to Vecna. Grog jumps forward and pushes an ogre aside as well. Bink fires off a [I]lightning bolt [/I] and singes several ogres and zombie ogres simultaneously. “Oh, you’ll pay for that one, ‘ear me well,” Bloodthorne spins to face the ogre who hit him. “You limey, yellow bellied piece of filth that I scraped offa kobold!” The ogre’s jaw drops; his rage building quickly. That hesitation cost him his life, and his head. Bloodthorne’s razor-sharp blades liberate him of those. Balophan and Grog break through, and charge Vecna. Balophan grits his teeth and swings his longsword at him. The blade glances off his arm, as he is still absorbing Iuz. “Spare me your pitiful attempts at resistance,” Vecna spits evilly, and everyone in the room falls to their knees, compulsed by powerful magic. Everyone except Grog. Iuz’s body dissolves completely in that instant, and a few final wisps of flame spiral up into Vecna’s empty left eye socket. In a split second, Vecna’s bent and skeletal form changes into a tall dark haired man with handsome features. His eyes glow with an unholy red fire. He has a humorless grin on his face. “You have lost, you have all lost…” he bellows. “Think again,” Grog steps forward, his eyes go bloodshot, his small frame bulges and grows with rage. His pointy teeth grate against each other hard. He swings his [I]Sword of Kas [/I] as hard as he possibly can… …and Vecna stumbles backward from the immensely powerful blow. His right hand goes to a bleeding gash across his stomach, looking down at his lifeblood pouring from his body. His face grows dark, and he curses Grog in a language that nobody in the room understands, though his words make Grog tremble. Suddenly, the floor beneath Grog’s feet vanishes, and he plummets down into the inky blackness. “NO!!!” Eltharion screams, forces himself up to his feet, and charges Vecna. “I am done here. The Godlings who played at rulership here will trouble me no more. This reality will be destroyed in moments. It has always been my destiny to be the master of all that is or ever was. I shall undo all that has been, and become master of all that there shall be. You no longer concern me. We will not meet again,” Vecna’s voice is deep and commanding, and with it, the walls of the room seem to insubstantiate; turning into mist. Eltharion can’t charge any more, because the ground is no longer there. The Heroes and remaining ogres fall into a seemingly bottomless abyss. Did Vecna win? Is this the end of my campaign? Did Bloodthorne really hurt the feelings of that poor ogre??? Find out this and more, if there is a next update! [/QUOTE]
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