Session 38
Dream, Interrupted
Now that their leader was gone, Noir and Hor'ahun glanced at each other with bloodlust in their eyes. The Blackguard spoke first, "I'll throw open these doors Gith, then you let them have it with a psi blast!"
The revenant Psychic Warrior sneered at his companion, "Fool! Those things are obviously undead! Or weren't you paying attention?"
"How dare you!!! I have given myself willingly to the Revenancer and am not an undead pawn like you! Show some respect to your betters insect!"
Surrounding himself in an aura of chaotic energy, Nurn intervened between the two, "Now, now children. Let's behave."
Casting his own abjurations, Amal shook his head in dismay, "How in Bane's name does Lady Entropy keep order with this pair of idiots?"
While the party was bickering outside, the Dreamer began to direct her minions. The two dream-born Tigers and dream-born Triceratops moved towards the entryway. Though unable to inflict physical damage, their very touch drained the willpower of their foe. With sufficient exposure, opponents would turn into gibbering wrecks only capable of writhing on the floor in an eternal nightmare.
An accomplished spellcaster herself, the Dreamer prepared accordingly.
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Returning from her underground tomb, Entropy rose through the floor in spectre form. Fully expecting to be entering a melee, she was dismayed to see her minions arguing instead.
"What is this insolence!? I told you fools to open the door, yet it still remains open," the Alienist fixed both Noir and Hor'ahun with a stare that could freeze blood, "Idiots! You are no longer my allies but my servants . . . my slaves! Now open it!!!"
Though his mind resisted, Hor'ahun's body immediately carried out the orders and the double doors were thrown open. Immediately, Noir charged into the trio of opponents waiting for her. In a rush to engage her foes, the Blackguard had let down her guard and was struck by all three of the dream-born creatures.
Nothing happened . . .
Her brain and nervous system rendered completely dead as a Revenant, the blows inflicted nary a scratch on the charging Noir. One of the tigers was hurled backwards at the power of the Blackguard's blow. Running next to her was Nurn, whose potent short sword passed harmlessly through the beast. Amal rounded out the group by heading to the corner of the room -- unlike Noir and Hor'ahun, he could not afford to neglect the dream-born creatures.
Seeing that her commands finally had the desired effect, Entropy began casting a spell. From the Far Realms she pulled three large pseudonatural creatures that strongly resembled salamander nobles. Hefting their flaming huge longspears they waded into melee with the dream-born.
Though the number of her opponents was quickly increasing, the Dreamer calmly continued to cast protective magic upon herself.
As the battle raged, the dream-born found that their touch attacks were effective only against the pseudonatural salamanders. However, this experimentation cost them as Noir and Hor'ahun struck them with impunity. To expedite the slaughter, Amal brought into being a plane of swirling, razor-sharp blades.
Looking for bigger fish to fry, Nurn bravely tumbled towards the Dreamer Prime attempting to strike her. Unfortunately, the sheer magnitude of protective wards the Dreamer had erected deflected all his blows. However, Nurn had little trouble evading the woman's evocation magic with his phenomenal dexterity.
Observing the tactical situation, Entropy immediately assumed the form of a kobold so as to move quickly and quietly through her opponents. She flanked Nurn and cast a spell that effectively displaced the Weave and rendered magic dead. Though it would end her enchantments as well, the Alienist was not terribly concerned as she had her revenant bodyguards for back-up.
As the Anti-magic field did its job, two unexpected things happened . . . First, Nurn's form changed from a non-descript man with close-cropped blonde hair to large toad-like humanoid with gray-black skin. A death slaad!! Entropy recognized it instantly -- apparently there were more secrets that Nurn had neglected to share with the group.
Secondly, the Dreamer Prime simply winked out of existence. This was certainly strange, leading the Alienist to conclude that they were fighting a projected image rather than an actual physical body.
"Amal, my revenants can take care of these ghosts. Search this complex and see if you can find the Dreamer Prime. If we can awaken her, then perhaps we can end this farce."
Nodding in agreement, the Dreadmaster moved to one of the pair of gold-inlaid doors and opened it. Before he could step through, he was swatted away by a massive iron hand. Falling backwards, Amal saw a large iron golem approaching him as well as another from the door on the opposite side of the room. Disturbingly, these golems appeared much more dexterous then their more sluggish cousins.
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Once again, Entropy found herself in a bad situation. Sitting in an anti-magic field surrounded by super-fast iron golems was certainly an atrocious predicament for a sorcerer. Consequently, she dismissed the field as Nurn returned to his familiar disguise and the Dreamer Prime re-appeared.
Though Entropy managed to move away in time, the Dreamer sealed both Amal and Nurn in a cube of force so that the golems could work on the revenants.
Fearlessly, Noir and Hor'ahun charged forward and tore into one of the iron golems. Though they struck with considerable skill, even they were surprised that the constructs were able to side-step their blows. In response, both revenants were grappled by the golems. To exacerbate matters, both golems walked into the blade barrier that Amal had put up! Completely immune to spells, the golems had nothing to fear from the effect, though the same could not be said of their hapless grappled victims.
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Seeing the writing on the wall, Entropy tried to bring down the Dreamer the conventional way -- using elemental magic. However, the spellcasters seemed to be evenly matched as most of the Alienist’s spells were nullified.
Using his Helm of Teleportation, Nurn transported both himself and Amal out of the forcecage and next to the Dreamer. As before, Nurn attacked her along with Entropy. The Dreadmaster moved to support Noir who was fighting a losing battle with an iron golem in addition to being shredded by the blade barrier.
Manifesting his psi power, Hor'ahun managed to escape the clutches of his assailant, but Noir had no such luck. Taking horrific damage, her body crumbled to dust as the golem crushed her revenant form.
"Son of a bitch!! That's not gonna be cheap to replace," cried an invisible Entropy from somewhere in the room.
While Nurn and Entropy tried to take down the Dreamer, Amal found himself facing two iron golems as Hor'ahun was nowhere to be seen. Trying to damage one with his heavy mace, the Dreadmaster -- like Noir -- was promptly grappled and dragged off to his own blade barrier to share the Blackguard's fate.
Entropy knew that her revenants were expendable, but Amal was certainly not. A good faith ambassador, his death would reflect most poorly on the Alienist and her organization. Turning her attention away from the Dreamer, she constructed an extradimensional maze around the golem, freeing the cleric.
Amal backed up as the remaining golem approached him. Casting a summoning spell, he wisely brought forth a triad of axiomatic rust monsters from the Clockwork Nirvana of Mechanus. His strategy proved to be an excellent one as his foe collapsed into a pile of rusted metal.
With their final obstacle removed, the three companions were able to dispatch the Dreamer with relative ease. As the image of the woman dissipated, a door appeared in the back wall of the chamber.
As Hor'ahun re-joined them, Entropy opened the door and saw an ebony coffin slowly opening as the Dreamer emerged . . .
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Unlike the classically beautiful image of a woman they had seen before, the Dreamer was absolutely repulsive to behold. With skin of a purple-black hue, her black hair was a wild, tangled mess and she smelled of carrion and rotting flesh.
She sullenly regarded the group, "Congratulations, you have awoken me. Ask what you will."
Dream, Interrupted
Now that their leader was gone, Noir and Hor'ahun glanced at each other with bloodlust in their eyes. The Blackguard spoke first, "I'll throw open these doors Gith, then you let them have it with a psi blast!"
The revenant Psychic Warrior sneered at his companion, "Fool! Those things are obviously undead! Or weren't you paying attention?"
"How dare you!!! I have given myself willingly to the Revenancer and am not an undead pawn like you! Show some respect to your betters insect!"
Surrounding himself in an aura of chaotic energy, Nurn intervened between the two, "Now, now children. Let's behave."
Casting his own abjurations, Amal shook his head in dismay, "How in Bane's name does Lady Entropy keep order with this pair of idiots?"
While the party was bickering outside, the Dreamer began to direct her minions. The two dream-born Tigers and dream-born Triceratops moved towards the entryway. Though unable to inflict physical damage, their very touch drained the willpower of their foe. With sufficient exposure, opponents would turn into gibbering wrecks only capable of writhing on the floor in an eternal nightmare.
An accomplished spellcaster herself, the Dreamer prepared accordingly.
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Returning from her underground tomb, Entropy rose through the floor in spectre form. Fully expecting to be entering a melee, she was dismayed to see her minions arguing instead.
"What is this insolence!? I told you fools to open the door, yet it still remains open," the Alienist fixed both Noir and Hor'ahun with a stare that could freeze blood, "Idiots! You are no longer my allies but my servants . . . my slaves! Now open it!!!"
Though his mind resisted, Hor'ahun's body immediately carried out the orders and the double doors were thrown open. Immediately, Noir charged into the trio of opponents waiting for her. In a rush to engage her foes, the Blackguard had let down her guard and was struck by all three of the dream-born creatures.
Nothing happened . . .
Her brain and nervous system rendered completely dead as a Revenant, the blows inflicted nary a scratch on the charging Noir. One of the tigers was hurled backwards at the power of the Blackguard's blow. Running next to her was Nurn, whose potent short sword passed harmlessly through the beast. Amal rounded out the group by heading to the corner of the room -- unlike Noir and Hor'ahun, he could not afford to neglect the dream-born creatures.
Seeing that her commands finally had the desired effect, Entropy began casting a spell. From the Far Realms she pulled three large pseudonatural creatures that strongly resembled salamander nobles. Hefting their flaming huge longspears they waded into melee with the dream-born.
Though the number of her opponents was quickly increasing, the Dreamer calmly continued to cast protective magic upon herself.
As the battle raged, the dream-born found that their touch attacks were effective only against the pseudonatural salamanders. However, this experimentation cost them as Noir and Hor'ahun struck them with impunity. To expedite the slaughter, Amal brought into being a plane of swirling, razor-sharp blades.
Looking for bigger fish to fry, Nurn bravely tumbled towards the Dreamer Prime attempting to strike her. Unfortunately, the sheer magnitude of protective wards the Dreamer had erected deflected all his blows. However, Nurn had little trouble evading the woman's evocation magic with his phenomenal dexterity.
Observing the tactical situation, Entropy immediately assumed the form of a kobold so as to move quickly and quietly through her opponents. She flanked Nurn and cast a spell that effectively displaced the Weave and rendered magic dead. Though it would end her enchantments as well, the Alienist was not terribly concerned as she had her revenant bodyguards for back-up.
As the Anti-magic field did its job, two unexpected things happened . . . First, Nurn's form changed from a non-descript man with close-cropped blonde hair to large toad-like humanoid with gray-black skin. A death slaad!! Entropy recognized it instantly -- apparently there were more secrets that Nurn had neglected to share with the group.
Secondly, the Dreamer Prime simply winked out of existence. This was certainly strange, leading the Alienist to conclude that they were fighting a projected image rather than an actual physical body.
"Amal, my revenants can take care of these ghosts. Search this complex and see if you can find the Dreamer Prime. If we can awaken her, then perhaps we can end this farce."
Nodding in agreement, the Dreadmaster moved to one of the pair of gold-inlaid doors and opened it. Before he could step through, he was swatted away by a massive iron hand. Falling backwards, Amal saw a large iron golem approaching him as well as another from the door on the opposite side of the room. Disturbingly, these golems appeared much more dexterous then their more sluggish cousins.
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Once again, Entropy found herself in a bad situation. Sitting in an anti-magic field surrounded by super-fast iron golems was certainly an atrocious predicament for a sorcerer. Consequently, she dismissed the field as Nurn returned to his familiar disguise and the Dreamer Prime re-appeared.
Though Entropy managed to move away in time, the Dreamer sealed both Amal and Nurn in a cube of force so that the golems could work on the revenants.
Fearlessly, Noir and Hor'ahun charged forward and tore into one of the iron golems. Though they struck with considerable skill, even they were surprised that the constructs were able to side-step their blows. In response, both revenants were grappled by the golems. To exacerbate matters, both golems walked into the blade barrier that Amal had put up! Completely immune to spells, the golems had nothing to fear from the effect, though the same could not be said of their hapless grappled victims.
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Seeing the writing on the wall, Entropy tried to bring down the Dreamer the conventional way -- using elemental magic. However, the spellcasters seemed to be evenly matched as most of the Alienist’s spells were nullified.
Using his Helm of Teleportation, Nurn transported both himself and Amal out of the forcecage and next to the Dreamer. As before, Nurn attacked her along with Entropy. The Dreadmaster moved to support Noir who was fighting a losing battle with an iron golem in addition to being shredded by the blade barrier.
Manifesting his psi power, Hor'ahun managed to escape the clutches of his assailant, but Noir had no such luck. Taking horrific damage, her body crumbled to dust as the golem crushed her revenant form.
"Son of a bitch!! That's not gonna be cheap to replace," cried an invisible Entropy from somewhere in the room.
While Nurn and Entropy tried to take down the Dreamer, Amal found himself facing two iron golems as Hor'ahun was nowhere to be seen. Trying to damage one with his heavy mace, the Dreadmaster -- like Noir -- was promptly grappled and dragged off to his own blade barrier to share the Blackguard's fate.
Entropy knew that her revenants were expendable, but Amal was certainly not. A good faith ambassador, his death would reflect most poorly on the Alienist and her organization. Turning her attention away from the Dreamer, she constructed an extradimensional maze around the golem, freeing the cleric.
Amal backed up as the remaining golem approached him. Casting a summoning spell, he wisely brought forth a triad of axiomatic rust monsters from the Clockwork Nirvana of Mechanus. His strategy proved to be an excellent one as his foe collapsed into a pile of rusted metal.
With their final obstacle removed, the three companions were able to dispatch the Dreamer with relative ease. As the image of the woman dissipated, a door appeared in the back wall of the chamber.
As Hor'ahun re-joined them, Entropy opened the door and saw an ebony coffin slowly opening as the Dreamer emerged . . .
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Unlike the classically beautiful image of a woman they had seen before, the Dreamer was absolutely repulsive to behold. With skin of a purple-black hue, her black hair was a wild, tangled mess and she smelled of carrion and rotting flesh.
She sullenly regarded the group, "Congratulations, you have awoken me. Ask what you will."
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