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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Droid101" data-source="post: 1961177" data-attributes="member: 942">Bloodthorne donned an extra black and red cape.  Ogrim’s beard was dyed black, and braided with tiny skulls.  His holy symbol was hidden.  Eltharion was dressed in a simple black robe, concealing himself entirely.  Viknen’s tattered robes were replaced by a formed cloak and robe, with high-flying shoulders and a wide, flowing base.They were ready.“All right, ‘ere’s the plan.  We’ll announce ourselves as emissaries from Archon, for Imperagon.  We’ll go in.  If he asks for details of our plan, or what we wish, I’ll pull out one of the scrolls and use it.  Once I do that, that’s the queue to attack,” Bloodthorne finishes.“Simple enough, let’s get going,” Eltharion says.They head through the hot metal city of Dis toward the location they were given.  They arrive at a fairly large looking ornate palace.  The outside of which is surrounded by a fairly large wall.  A devil resembling a huge fly twitches by the gate.“We are from Archon, and ‘ave been sent by the great Imperagon to propose an alliance across the planes with the mighty Dispater.  Gryrtag was our given contact,” Bloodthorne lies.“Wait here,” a high pitched voice answers, and the fly-devil flies over the wall and into the palace.  After about five minutes, it emerges, and opens the gate.“Enter, and be quick about it,” the fly says.  The Heroes walk on in.A long hallway stretches before them.  The walls are carved with reliefs of Gryrtag doing all kinds of horrific acts.  His bust is on pillars to either side of them.  They reach a large room.The room has lush carpeting and a fine throne.  Upon which sits Gryrtag the Pit Fiend himself.  His bat-like red wings stretch out behind him, and his horns jut out ominously.  His teeth show in a half scowl as the Heroes enter.To either side of the throne is an iron statue of Gryrtag, as well.  Next to the one on the right, there is a lever…“So, Imperagon sent you?  I haven’t heard his grovelings for a while now.  I figured he gave up his quest for interplanar domination, the fool,” Gryrtag’s deep, chilling and overall grating voice runs down the Heroe’s spines.“Yes, our master Imperagon has a new proposal, if you would please,” Bloodthorne pulls out a scroll of Magic Circle Against Evil, and pretends to read.  “Firstly, the territories present in Archon shall ‘eretoby be named githku-arianthatelden’duk desdar.”But of course, the last words Bloodthorne spoke weren’t any name.  They were the incantation written on the scroll, and so the spell went into effect.  A white circle surrounded Gryrtag, who immediately stood, outraged.  But he couldn’t move, the circle kept him stationary in an invisible cage.“I can’t believe that worked…” Bloodthorne looks on in amazement.  Ogrim and Eltharion immediately throw off their robes.  Viknen casts haste on Eltharion.  The two iron statues of Gryrtag start moving toward them.Eltharion sprints right at the lever, and grabs onto it and tries to pull it down.  Just as he does so, one of the iron statues grabs onto the lever and Eltharion’s hands, pulling back up.  So their struggle began.Ogrim charges at the other iron statue, axe and shield at the ready.  Bloodthorne does the same.“Kill them!  Guards!!” but Gryrtag’s voice goes unanswered, his great hall too long for the outside guards to hear.Ogrim’s axe chews into the iron readily, but the statue keeps attacking.  A heavy fist falls onto Ogrim’s head, which rattles him.  Another slams into Bloodthorne’s side, but he mostly ignores hit, but the snapping of ribs can be heard.Eltharion pulls down with all of his might, but it only moves a couple of inches.  The iron statue’s grasp is strong, and Eltharion can feel his fingers cracking from the pressure.  Blood begins to pour out of his hands and drain out off the lever onto the floor.“Oh no you don’t, he’s MINE,” Gryrtag yells as he unleashes a Power Word: “STUN!”  However, Eltharion is unaffected, due to the scrolls they had bought and used.“You take this one, I’ll get the devil,” Ogrim states as he backs off the iron statue.  He approaches the magic circle, and enters his ancient dwarven defensive stance.  His feet placed the perfect distance apart, he launches several attacks through the magic circles protection, slamming into Gryrtag’s legs, who has no room to maneuver.“Die you filthy dwarf!” Gryrtag spouts in rage.  He’s unable to retaliate due to the circle’s protection.Eltharion pulls the lever down another couple of inches.  He can’t feel his hands anymore; he knows all the bones are broken.  He just grits his teeth and pulls even harder.Bloodthorne dances and weaves around the iron statue, dodging the powerful swings, and delivering several cuts with his enchanted longswords.Viknen calmly flies over and hastes Bloodthorne.“You petty mortals… DIE!!” Gryrtag unleashes four meteors, which crash into the ground and explode violently.  The room fills with smoke and fire, and the sound reverberates off the walls.  The smoke clears……and nobody is injured.“I’m not a mortal, mate,” Bloodthorne corrects Gryrtag as he chops through the arm of the iron statue, removing it completely.  It thumps to the ground and stops moving.  The statue continues to swing at Bloodthorne with its remaining arm.“AHHHH!” Eltharion lets out a mighty yell as he heaves the lever all the way down.  The wall behind the throne vanishes, revealing a pure white room.  Enzonito is sitting, cross legged, in the middle of the white chamber.“Finally…” Enzonito says calmly.  However, the calm is broken in an instant as he charges Gryrtag.  He delivers a powerful flying kick, and then a flurry of punches, kicks, headbutts, knees, sweeps, backhands, uppercuts, jabs, and chops.With a final jump and spinning kick, his foot slams into Gryrtag’s face, spinning his head around……snapping his powerful spine and sending him slumping to the ground.Ogrim and Bloodthorne surround the one-handed iron statue, finishing it quickly.Eltharion backs off, holding onto his bleeding and broken hands as Enzonito quickly finishes off the other Gryrtag statue with his mighty katana blade.“Quick, the alarms are off, we have to get out of her NOW,” Enzonito says as they start running out of the palace.  They reach the end of the hall and bust open the doors.Outside, they can see what looks like fifty or more of the fly-looking devils flying down upon their location from every angle.“Hang on…” Enzonito grasps his emerald green serpentine amulet, and all five of them are plane shifted back to the Prime……only to find themselves floating in the ocean.“Damn, it’s cold!  Vik?” Eltharion says.“Stay close now den…” Viknen casts teleport and the Heroes are safe back at the inn at Baron.“Water…” Enzonito immediately graps Eltharion’s wineskin and downs its contents entirely.“You okay?” Eltharion asks.“I haven’t had any food or drink in… well… a long time…” Enzonito answers.  “Over a month now.  I don’t know.  I calmed my mind with meditation, so I’m not really sure how long I was in there.”“So what happened after the last time we saw you?” Ogrim asks.“Well, I teleported Gryrtag and myself to Hell, to get him away from all of you.  So, once we go there, we started one great pitched battle.  He’d fly off, cast spells, and keep flying, staying well out of my reach.  Finally, I backed off, to give him a false sense of security.“Now, mind you, this battle was going on for days, and over miles and miles of terrain.  Finally, I followed him back to his palace.  I charged him.  I noticed he had on a peculiar amulet…” Enzonito holds out a small black stone around his neck.  “So I stole it.  While I was running out of the place, I made a wrong turn and ended up in that cell.  It blocked all kinds of planar travel, so I was truly stuck.“He was going to keep me in there until I died of starvation, I guess.  Then he could go in and steal back his amulet.  Little did he know, I mastered my body and mind.  He couldn’t break me.”“Now hold on, is that stone what I think it is?” Eltharion asks.“It’s one of the six stones of power they talk about in the prophecies.  Supposedly, if you…” Enzonito is cut off.“Yeah, we know, we’re actually looking for that stone.  All five other stones have already been gathered!” Ogrim states, a little more excitedly than normal.“Really?  That’s great news!  Let’s tell the king as soon as possible!”  Enzonito seems ecstatic.Next time: The Gathering of the Stones.</blockquote>

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