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<blockquote data-quote="Emperor Valerian" data-source="post: 1667262" data-attributes="member: 15043"><p>The smell of roasting stonehog wafted into the air, quickly filling the small stne chamber with its... less than pleasant odor.</p><p></p><p>To Tesseron, however, the smell was utterly delectable, and her mouth began to water as she turned the roasting form of the hapless creature over and over again. Her vigil in the tomb kept her from properly hunting, but the small creature’s curious adventure into the tombs for shelter in the brief rainshower that morning had been its last sojurn. Compared to the hardtack and other rations Tess had brought with, even rough stonehog flesh would be somewhat of a treat.</p><p></p><p>It had been two days so far that she had been stuck inside the tomb, with nary a sign or movement of anything. The first night, she had been up, on edge, sleeping only in ten or fifteen second spurts instead of the minute long bursts she’d trained herself to do over the years. The memories of the place were still strong.</p><p></p><p>Now, not even rat’s called it home, the once living bones about the place long having been stripped of anything edible. It was something of a relief to Tess... if something moved, she knew it did not belong here.</p><p></p><p>Finally, she lifted the spit from above her small fire, and with a judicious eye, she inspected her meal. With a grunt of satisfaction, she decided it was cooked enough, and removed it from the spit. Within a few moments, she began her meal... only to stop because of something very faint, coming from outside the cave...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Look up there, Simeon,” Elsidor smiled at the tired, and weary boy. “There are the tombs... and there you will find release! And Lord Vecna will have his requirements met!”</p><p></p><p>For two solid days the boy had been shuttled, shoved, and driven through the woods, briars tearing his skin, his bindings stretching his legs and joints. The bruises from his most recent beating that morning were still smarting, adding to the deep, roiling ache that covered his body. </p><p></p><p><em>They keep this from Elsidor,</em> the boy’s tired mind reasoned, <em>They beast me so that my clothes cover the marks! If he knew how they treated me, he would help! Elsidor only wants to make me feel better!</em> Simeon looked up at the drow, and while his face grimaced from the pain, his eyes told the drow of pain, suffering, and fear. </p><p></p><p>“Ah... do not worry. It will be quick, and thence you shall leave your pain behind,” the drow smiled wickedly. He easily read the boy’s mind... that the young man no longer wanted to live. Over the days before and since the teleport, Elsidor’s companions had assured that.</p><p></p><p><em>And a willing departure only will increase Lord Vecna’s response,</em> the drow smiled inwardly. <em>This boy was altogether easy to break... he was made of weak noble’s stuff. He was raised in fine rooms on silken sheets, not underneath the beating sun in pauper’s rags...</em> Elsidor darkly reflected over the last such sacrifice he had made, some five centuries prior. That ranger had been most hard to break into wanting to die.</p><p></p><p>Together, the sorcerous priest and his sacrifice stared at the heights above them, and a single entry into the mass of rock above...</p><p></p><p></p><p>Evermyn raised her hand suddenly, motioning for complete silence, her sharp eyes locked on something beyond the rocks ahead of them. Instantly, her large group went from hardly any noise to becoming almost a ‘hole in the rocks.’ Instantly, the all went low to the ground, one of the slamming Eyrna down as well, muffling the woman’s protesting grumble. </p><p></p><p> It was several minutes later when the redheaded woman stopped her looking, and hurried over to where Eyrna was being pinned by Constans.</p><p></p><p>“Stay back, and watch her,” Evermyn whispered quietly. “They are up ahead, I am sure of it.” She nervously looked beyond some rocks, before switching her gaze back urgently. “If it should go ill, you are to take the girl back to Holstean, and from there teleport to Iskeldrun and report what we know. Understood?”</p><p></p><p>“But Lady, the Church would most certainly punish us if we returned empty-“ Constans started to protest.</p><p></p><p>“The Church matters not!” Evermyn snapped back quickly. “Even if we succeed I have no doubt we would receive a cool reception! Defend her from them to the death if they come this way!” </p><p></p><p>As Constans opened his mouth to reply, Evermyn spun and darted to her former position, at the head of her group of warriors. Silently, her blade slid from its sheath, a move quickly followed by the others in her party.</p><p></p><p>Quickly and silently, their cloaks rose over the sides of the gorge, black panthers darting towards the large tomb above...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“What the devil?” Tess whispered to herself as the noise continued, growing louder. It was a mix of sounds... scraping, as if figures were dashing across rock, tumbling, as small rocks were falling, and whispering... as if a cape or net was fluttering in the breeze.</p><p></p><p>Instantly, Tess moved to a place where she could clearly see the entrance. The bard backed up until she felt the far recess of the chamber against her back. A quiet, soft tune started to hang in the air... notes that would soon shriek across the stone hall.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Stop!” Elsidor snapped to the six behind him. Instantly, the black cloaked group halted, eyes immediately searching about, stabbing forth to find what danger their leader had spotted.</p><p></p><p>The drow’s eyes flared for a second, as he stared intently at the rocks on the far side of the tomb. <em>They were not supposed to know it was here! This tomb was supposed to be forgotten!</em></p><p></p><p>The drow crouched even lower, and gently raised his right hand. His keen ears listened as his eyes watched, and instinct became suspicion. </p><p></p><p>“They are ahead. They call themselves hiding... so we shall wait them out.” With a slight snarl, he added, “When they step into the open... unleash ice upon them.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Evermyn’s blade glinted brightly in the sunlight... too brightly for her tastes, but it was a necessity. The rocks about meant danger could leap out instantly directly in front of her, and there wouldn’t be time to draw a blade. </p><p></p><p>Finally, the half-elf nimbly jumped up to a rock just belong the tomb’s entrance. The thin, fine hairs on the back of her neck were raised in alarm, as her instincts screamed danger was near. She flashed a look behind her, and saw her companions were drawing close... </p><p></p><p>With a wave, she motioned Vanerthorpe and another comrade forward. The two bounded forward, lightly and easily over the stones, towards the entrance so close to them...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The scraping noises continued, louder and more insistent. </p><p></p><p><em>They’re closing!</em> Tess’ mind reflected urgently. Her humming rose to a song, and then even more. A shriek, powerful and earth-shattering, rose in her throat, before exploding towards the mouth of the cave, just as a shape flashed into view...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Elsidor heard one of his comrades rumble a “There!” in Infernal, before the sky’s opened, and a hail of ice thundered down upon his hapless foes...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Vanerthorpe was fortunate. The sudden, piercing blast of sonic power only partially hit him. The screaming noise grated his ears, as if a thousand sandvipers were rubbing their scales together. He felt his muscles seize violently. He tried to issue a scream of his own in fear, but his mouth could not move. He saw the world tumble, spin, as he tumbled down the mountainside, crashing past rocks and over gravel.</p><p></p><p>Before the powerful shriek had fully died, Evermyn was on her feet. The half-elf leapt over the rock that had been her cover. <em>They are inside! We must storm the tombs!</em> Her sword flashed upwards, and quickly her other companions swarmed up the hillside, thirteen altogether. </p><p></p><p>She did not know how many were inside the tombs opposing her, nor their strength. <em>It matters not! The fate of our very world is at stake!</em> </p><p></p><p>As she came just below the entrance to the tombs, a single, last image flashed into her mind. Her mother and father, skin blazing red, bodies horribly disfigured by scalding, deadly heat.</p><p></p><p>And a vicious, snarling cry rose to her lips as she burst into the tombs, darkness enveloping her.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Tess had seen the first figure fall, and within a mere second three more had thundered in, one screaming a warcry. The bard realized sourly that her voice wouldn’t help her much now, with her foes directly in her face. With a flick of a hand, her blade of old, a jeweled dagger by the name of Fa’rallan, flew out. Her voice simultaneous changed from its shriek to a pleasant, lilting note, and a bright, blazing light filled the chamber...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Evermyn’s full blown charge skidded to a halt. For starters, she saw that in the darkness, she had been headed towards a crumbling statue along the wall of the chamber. As she spun hurriedly towards the light source, she suddenly stopped.</p><p></p><p>Before her stood something her eyes could not believe, someone that hovered like a distant memory. The woman’s blonde tresses were braided and tied about her head like a crown. On her back was an ornate and well made harp, and in her hand a famous jeweled dagger. Beautiful musical notes still came from her mouth... notes that were haunting in their perfection.</p><p></p><p>The five that had already made it into the chamber behind Evermyn were also standing dumbfounded... confused... as a figure of legend stood before them. The Bard’s eyes flashed uneasily between the six.</p><p></p><p>“Baroness Keldare!” Evermyn was immediately on a knee before the founder and leader of her organization... her league to fight for right in this world. <em>How? Why?</em> the half-elf’s mind asked in desperate confusion.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Tess looked at the six before her in shock and confusion. There was no drow among them, and her continued humming and notes showed the powerful bard there was no magical trickery at work.</p><p></p><p>For several seconds, Tess merely stared back at the group that was now kneeling before her. Finally, her mind sorted the confusion as best it could, and she asked a simple question.</p><p></p><p>“Who are you?”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“The paladin Evermyn, milady, lately of the Iskeldrun wing of the Angels of Mercy,” the half-elf replied. “I have come here to secure the tombs of the family of our Lord Emperor Lucius, to prevent them from falling into dark hands!” she hurriedly blurted, as her mind rushed with sheer panic.</p><p></p><p>Evermyn had never met Tesseron before, and through her mind raced the stories that were told of this woman. That she could turn someone to dust with her voice if they displeased her. That she could teleport at will. That she could read into one’s heart and shatter it if one lied.</p><p></p><p><em>Do not find me wanting! Understand my quest is truthful!</em></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Evermyn? The missing paladin?</em> Tess asked herself. </p><p></p><p>“Madam,” she said slowly, her mind still processing, “there are a great many people looking for you after the message you left with the goblin Chamoval.”</p><p></p><p>And slowly, cautiously, the two sides began to explain their reasons for being there...</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Elsidor’s face soured in disgust a few moments after he laid sight on the creature. Not at the sight of the mountain lion’s body, battered to a pulp by hailstones twice the size of a half-orc’s fist, but by the waste of arcane power.</p><p></p><p>“It appears it was misidentified,” one of the other drow said sharply. None dared challenge Elsidor directly, but the statement could not be interpreted as anything but an offhand swipe at their leader’s mistake.</p><p></p><p>“It does,” Elsidor growled. “Nonetheless, if no one responded to that racket, it is a good sign that for now, we are alone. Let us head up into this cave.”</p><p></p><p>The party of seven clambered up the rocks ahead, and found themselves in what looked to be an abandoned mineshaft. Timber beams still went over the top and sides of hte entrance, and more than one drow wrinkled their nose and complained the place still smelled distantly of dwarf, even centuries after they had left the mountain.</p><p></p><p>Carefully they followed several sets of stairs and winding tunnels into the heart of the mountain, finally coming to a massive chamber, a thigh deep morass of water covering its floor. Deep cracks showed in the sides of the chamber, where rivulets of water had coursed down from the ceilings above. </p><p></p><p>“The remains of the ice that used to cover this place,” Elsidor said simply as the seven sloshed through the chilly water. “Keep your eyes about for any ice that remains. Such is what we are looking for.”</p><p></p><p>For what seemed an eternity, five of the drow scoured the hall while Elsidor stood beside the still bound and now freezing Simeon. Finally, one of the drow emerged with a piece of ice, no larger than a thumb, still freezing to the touch.</p><p></p><p>Gently, reverently, Elsidor took the ice in hand, and noted with calm and surprise that it did not melt in his touch. Smiling, the drow placed the small piece in a small, elaborately decorated pouch. <em>So this is what is left of you… Oh Great King? How ironic.</em></p><p></p><p>“Come, Simeon,” he then smiled. “It is time for you to find your release.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emperor Valerian, post: 1667262, member: 15043"] The smell of roasting stonehog wafted into the air, quickly filling the small stne chamber with its... less than pleasant odor. To Tesseron, however, the smell was utterly delectable, and her mouth began to water as she turned the roasting form of the hapless creature over and over again. Her vigil in the tomb kept her from properly hunting, but the small creature’s curious adventure into the tombs for shelter in the brief rainshower that morning had been its last sojurn. Compared to the hardtack and other rations Tess had brought with, even rough stonehog flesh would be somewhat of a treat. It had been two days so far that she had been stuck inside the tomb, with nary a sign or movement of anything. The first night, she had been up, on edge, sleeping only in ten or fifteen second spurts instead of the minute long bursts she’d trained herself to do over the years. The memories of the place were still strong. Now, not even rat’s called it home, the once living bones about the place long having been stripped of anything edible. It was something of a relief to Tess... if something moved, she knew it did not belong here. Finally, she lifted the spit from above her small fire, and with a judicious eye, she inspected her meal. With a grunt of satisfaction, she decided it was cooked enough, and removed it from the spit. Within a few moments, she began her meal... only to stop because of something very faint, coming from outside the cave... “Look up there, Simeon,” Elsidor smiled at the tired, and weary boy. “There are the tombs... and there you will find release! And Lord Vecna will have his requirements met!” For two solid days the boy had been shuttled, shoved, and driven through the woods, briars tearing his skin, his bindings stretching his legs and joints. The bruises from his most recent beating that morning were still smarting, adding to the deep, roiling ache that covered his body. [i]They keep this from Elsidor,[/i] the boy’s tired mind reasoned, [i]They beast me so that my clothes cover the marks! If he knew how they treated me, he would help! Elsidor only wants to make me feel better![/i] Simeon looked up at the drow, and while his face grimaced from the pain, his eyes told the drow of pain, suffering, and fear. “Ah... do not worry. It will be quick, and thence you shall leave your pain behind,” the drow smiled wickedly. He easily read the boy’s mind... that the young man no longer wanted to live. Over the days before and since the teleport, Elsidor’s companions had assured that. [i]And a willing departure only will increase Lord Vecna’s response,[/i] the drow smiled inwardly. [i]This boy was altogether easy to break... he was made of weak noble’s stuff. He was raised in fine rooms on silken sheets, not underneath the beating sun in pauper’s rags...[/i] Elsidor darkly reflected over the last such sacrifice he had made, some five centuries prior. That ranger had been most hard to break into wanting to die. Together, the sorcerous priest and his sacrifice stared at the heights above them, and a single entry into the mass of rock above... Evermyn raised her hand suddenly, motioning for complete silence, her sharp eyes locked on something beyond the rocks ahead of them. Instantly, her large group went from hardly any noise to becoming almost a ‘hole in the rocks.’ Instantly, the all went low to the ground, one of the slamming Eyrna down as well, muffling the woman’s protesting grumble. It was several minutes later when the redheaded woman stopped her looking, and hurried over to where Eyrna was being pinned by Constans. “Stay back, and watch her,” Evermyn whispered quietly. “They are up ahead, I am sure of it.” She nervously looked beyond some rocks, before switching her gaze back urgently. “If it should go ill, you are to take the girl back to Holstean, and from there teleport to Iskeldrun and report what we know. Understood?” “But Lady, the Church would most certainly punish us if we returned empty-“ Constans started to protest. “The Church matters not!” Evermyn snapped back quickly. “Even if we succeed I have no doubt we would receive a cool reception! Defend her from them to the death if they come this way!” As Constans opened his mouth to reply, Evermyn spun and darted to her former position, at the head of her group of warriors. Silently, her blade slid from its sheath, a move quickly followed by the others in her party. Quickly and silently, their cloaks rose over the sides of the gorge, black panthers darting towards the large tomb above... “What the devil?” Tess whispered to herself as the noise continued, growing louder. It was a mix of sounds... scraping, as if figures were dashing across rock, tumbling, as small rocks were falling, and whispering... as if a cape or net was fluttering in the breeze. Instantly, Tess moved to a place where she could clearly see the entrance. The bard backed up until she felt the far recess of the chamber against her back. A quiet, soft tune started to hang in the air... notes that would soon shriek across the stone hall. “Stop!” Elsidor snapped to the six behind him. Instantly, the black cloaked group halted, eyes immediately searching about, stabbing forth to find what danger their leader had spotted. The drow’s eyes flared for a second, as he stared intently at the rocks on the far side of the tomb. [i]They were not supposed to know it was here! This tomb was supposed to be forgotten![/i] The drow crouched even lower, and gently raised his right hand. His keen ears listened as his eyes watched, and instinct became suspicion. “They are ahead. They call themselves hiding... so we shall wait them out.” With a slight snarl, he added, “When they step into the open... unleash ice upon them.” Evermyn’s blade glinted brightly in the sunlight... too brightly for her tastes, but it was a necessity. The rocks about meant danger could leap out instantly directly in front of her, and there wouldn’t be time to draw a blade. Finally, the half-elf nimbly jumped up to a rock just belong the tomb’s entrance. The thin, fine hairs on the back of her neck were raised in alarm, as her instincts screamed danger was near. She flashed a look behind her, and saw her companions were drawing close... With a wave, she motioned Vanerthorpe and another comrade forward. The two bounded forward, lightly and easily over the stones, towards the entrance so close to them... The scraping noises continued, louder and more insistent. [i]They’re closing![/i] Tess’ mind reflected urgently. Her humming rose to a song, and then even more. A shriek, powerful and earth-shattering, rose in her throat, before exploding towards the mouth of the cave, just as a shape flashed into view... Elsidor heard one of his comrades rumble a “There!” in Infernal, before the sky’s opened, and a hail of ice thundered down upon his hapless foes... Vanerthorpe was fortunate. The sudden, piercing blast of sonic power only partially hit him. The screaming noise grated his ears, as if a thousand sandvipers were rubbing their scales together. He felt his muscles seize violently. He tried to issue a scream of his own in fear, but his mouth could not move. He saw the world tumble, spin, as he tumbled down the mountainside, crashing past rocks and over gravel. Before the powerful shriek had fully died, Evermyn was on her feet. The half-elf leapt over the rock that had been her cover. [i]They are inside! We must storm the tombs![/i] Her sword flashed upwards, and quickly her other companions swarmed up the hillside, thirteen altogether. She did not know how many were inside the tombs opposing her, nor their strength. [i]It matters not! The fate of our very world is at stake![/i] As she came just below the entrance to the tombs, a single, last image flashed into her mind. Her mother and father, skin blazing red, bodies horribly disfigured by scalding, deadly heat. And a vicious, snarling cry rose to her lips as she burst into the tombs, darkness enveloping her. Tess had seen the first figure fall, and within a mere second three more had thundered in, one screaming a warcry. The bard realized sourly that her voice wouldn’t help her much now, with her foes directly in her face. With a flick of a hand, her blade of old, a jeweled dagger by the name of Fa’rallan, flew out. Her voice simultaneous changed from its shriek to a pleasant, lilting note, and a bright, blazing light filled the chamber... Evermyn’s full blown charge skidded to a halt. For starters, she saw that in the darkness, she had been headed towards a crumbling statue along the wall of the chamber. As she spun hurriedly towards the light source, she suddenly stopped. Before her stood something her eyes could not believe, someone that hovered like a distant memory. The woman’s blonde tresses were braided and tied about her head like a crown. On her back was an ornate and well made harp, and in her hand a famous jeweled dagger. Beautiful musical notes still came from her mouth... notes that were haunting in their perfection. The five that had already made it into the chamber behind Evermyn were also standing dumbfounded... confused... as a figure of legend stood before them. The Bard’s eyes flashed uneasily between the six. “Baroness Keldare!” Evermyn was immediately on a knee before the founder and leader of her organization... her league to fight for right in this world. [i]How? Why?[/i] the half-elf’s mind asked in desperate confusion. Tess looked at the six before her in shock and confusion. There was no drow among them, and her continued humming and notes showed the powerful bard there was no magical trickery at work. For several seconds, Tess merely stared back at the group that was now kneeling before her. Finally, her mind sorted the confusion as best it could, and she asked a simple question. “Who are you?” “The paladin Evermyn, milady, lately of the Iskeldrun wing of the Angels of Mercy,” the half-elf replied. “I have come here to secure the tombs of the family of our Lord Emperor Lucius, to prevent them from falling into dark hands!” she hurriedly blurted, as her mind rushed with sheer panic. Evermyn had never met Tesseron before, and through her mind raced the stories that were told of this woman. That she could turn someone to dust with her voice if they displeased her. That she could teleport at will. That she could read into one’s heart and shatter it if one lied. [i]Do not find me wanting! Understand my quest is truthful![/i] [i]Evermyn? The missing paladin?[/i] Tess asked herself. “Madam,” she said slowly, her mind still processing, “there are a great many people looking for you after the message you left with the goblin Chamoval.” And slowly, cautiously, the two sides began to explain their reasons for being there... Elsidor’s face soured in disgust a few moments after he laid sight on the creature. Not at the sight of the mountain lion’s body, battered to a pulp by hailstones twice the size of a half-orc’s fist, but by the waste of arcane power. “It appears it was misidentified,” one of the other drow said sharply. None dared challenge Elsidor directly, but the statement could not be interpreted as anything but an offhand swipe at their leader’s mistake. “It does,” Elsidor growled. “Nonetheless, if no one responded to that racket, it is a good sign that for now, we are alone. Let us head up into this cave.” The party of seven clambered up the rocks ahead, and found themselves in what looked to be an abandoned mineshaft. Timber beams still went over the top and sides of hte entrance, and more than one drow wrinkled their nose and complained the place still smelled distantly of dwarf, even centuries after they had left the mountain. Carefully they followed several sets of stairs and winding tunnels into the heart of the mountain, finally coming to a massive chamber, a thigh deep morass of water covering its floor. Deep cracks showed in the sides of the chamber, where rivulets of water had coursed down from the ceilings above. “The remains of the ice that used to cover this place,” Elsidor said simply as the seven sloshed through the chilly water. “Keep your eyes about for any ice that remains. Such is what we are looking for.” For what seemed an eternity, five of the drow scoured the hall while Elsidor stood beside the still bound and now freezing Simeon. Finally, one of the drow emerged with a piece of ice, no larger than a thumb, still freezing to the touch. Gently, reverently, Elsidor took the ice in hand, and noted with calm and surprise that it did not melt in his touch. Smiling, the drow placed the small piece in a small, elaborately decorated pouch. [i]So this is what is left of you… Oh Great King? How ironic.[/i] “Come, Simeon,” he then smiled. “It is time for you to find your release.” [/QUOTE]
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