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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6178775" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>JOHN PLAY</p><p>“04 INTERNAL PLAY”</p><p>SEGMENT 75</p><p>“THE ROYAL EYE- ARCADIA”</p><p></p><p>BARRAKAS 17 ,997 LATE AT NIGHT</p><p></p><p>Several of the cultist are uncertain whom to attack, the over confident man or the charging woman? As such some converge on Play while others merely stand between her and their leaders. Play begins to attack when he recognizes the woman, or at least her cloak- the woman from the inn. He takes one cultist in the process. If the woman recognizes him or cares, she doesn’t express it. She merely takes down the first cultist standing in her way. The demon roars in anger and summons other fiends to do his bidding- dozens of Dretch begin to pour out of the portal.</p><p></p><p>The leader of the cultist now glows as a shield spell has been applied to him. He decides to take a risk and castes a spell onto the very portal the demon has opened. It isn’t closing. Pushed by the fear of the demon and the masses of dretch, the cultists attack the two intruders. Some have no weapons and merely hope to grab and/or entangle them. Others have small daggers. Play avoids the attacks but the woman takes a slight cut across the arm. She doesn’t seem to register it having happened. He swings his clubs taking down two more and she begins to also do the same. The demon begins to make his demands of the summoned underlings ignoring the fact his portal remains open. Faint outlines of pillars with faces can be seen on the other side.</p><p></p><p>“So the forces of Breland and Aundair both come to smite me? So be it. Die government lackeys! Die!” and the cultist calls up a spell and sets it free. The cultists stop and before they can scream out a protest a fireball erupts within their midst. The two intruders skillfully turn and use the cultist to shield themselves from the blast. The cultists however are not so lucky and die in a screaming mass of heat and fire. The Dretch are just outside of the blast as they have just now reached the sides of the cultist sorcerer’s side. </p><p></p><p>“Only sick bastards kill their own men like that.” And he attacks the cultist. The woman rushes at the lesser fiends as they waddle up. She kills the first in line immediately.</p><p></p><p>=Arcadia you bitch of a human and elf – I did not expect it to be you hunting these lowly mortals= and with that the creature points in her direction. Energy swirls of blue, green and white sprout behind her and lashes out at her. The energy swirls strike her but do not deter her at all.</p><p></p><p>Despite the strike, the cultist castes a spell aimed at Play. Black strands leak up through cracks in the stone at Play’s feet. Then suddenly the strands burst forth as tentacles and attempt to capture Play. Play squirms around the reaching and grasping magical black tentacles. Play swings out and strikes the cultist several times in rapid succession while seemly dancing around the magic effect. The woman crushes the ugly head into the massive humpback of the fiend before her. She then steps up to another cultist that stands with the sorcerer leader. The large black minotaur laughs as it looks into the portal. Something or someone is on the other side. Its shadowy appearance resembles a humanoid with many swinging tentacles on its arms and body.</p><p></p><p>The sorcerer tries to step back into the mass of the dretch. Play is pressing him to hard and knows he will not last long against this man from Sharn. And with that Play strikes and breaks the spellcaster’s hand then with a powerful uppercut sends the mage into the mass of fiends with a blood spray. The tentacles recede back into the ground with the summoner defeated. Wishing to destroy more fiends but knowing the remaining cult leader is more dangerous, the woman concentrates her attacks on him. The blades bite deep into his flesh as he raises his arms in defense. Bleeding greatly from her attack, he falls back into the mass of Dretch with a shriek of pain and panic. The dretch attack in mass. She kills one as it circles her. Play misses with a curse to misfortune. One manages to strike him. The one’s on her seem more driven and they score several hits on her. She grunts but remains upright then smiles.</p><p>=Welcome Serrex and Derrex= the fiend says to two more creatures that step through a portal as it closes. The only clothing the male and female creatures wear are dozens of chains that swing and swirl as they move. Neither Play nor the woman can see them behind the large dark horned demon.</p><p></p><p>Both Play and her take down another lesser fiend and hope to get to their goals- Play the prisoners, she to the main fiend. Play confuses the lowly dretch as he shifts and sidesteps them while attacking. She merely tries to force her way through and several more strike her. Their attacks begin to ware her down. She takes several more hits as the fiends swarm her. Play spins and weaves as he can. He takes a few minor hits but knows he needs to get some space. =Die children of Siberys= the minotaur fiend calls out in their minds.</p><p></p><p>“Vile beast- you shall die tonight!” the woman finally speaks. She picks up the intensity and moves closer. Play matches her as best as he can. She clearly has great fighting skills and a hatred of the fiends. At this point Play can see the creature better and wishes he couldn’t. The black “fur” is really 1000’s of crawling dark scorpions that cover its body. The creature reaches into his chest and pulls out many of the writhering scorpion and throws them at Play. “Ugh! That’s creepy and disgusting!” he calls out as the scorpions rain about him.</p><p></p><p>The two chained covered creatures step up and watch the melee. As they were not summoned, they do not need to act in the fiend’s defense but still- they enjoy a good fight. Both throw back their upper bodies as if bursting free of their chains. Chains strike out from each of them. Play sidesteps the attacks but the woman is barely struck by one. Play is impressed by her ability to take a hit.</p><p></p><p>Breaking through the dretch, Play and the woman both go after the minotaur scorpion fiend. The damned cultist has left and taken the hostages with him. Each strike the fiend. Play’s strike knocks many scorpions off the body as her short sword sinks in and many scorpions seem to merely fold up on themselves and fall off. Angered, it blinks out using a spell leaving the chain covered creatures behind- the portal already closed. It is not their fight so they look for a means to escape but cannot. The dretch, still under the agreement with the minotaur to attack press on from behind to trap the two mortals.</p><p></p><p>Play dances about and strikes out suddenly at the chain fiend before him. His magical clubs strike through its supernatural defenses and the creature grunts in pain. The chains sag and still as it stumbles back. She seems to move faster than before as she attacks her creature. Bits of chain fall off the creature as she repeatedly stabs it with her twin short swords. She turns to Play’s target before even checking if hers was truly dead.</p><p></p><p>Play pauses for a moment as he thought he saw Kerri d’Orien face under the chains but knowing it is nothing but a fiendish trick strikes out anyway. The creature falls back as the woman clears out the last of the dretch.</p><p></p><p>The woman cleans her blades and addresses Play. “Well struck Dark lantern. I am Arcadia of the Royal Eyes of Aundair.” She never raises her face to meet his look as she checks the floor for survivors. Seeing none, she places her blades back.</p><p></p><p>“I knew they trained their agents specifically to deal with the Demon Waste but that was still impressive.”</p><p></p><p>“Save it. What are you doing here anyway?” She says with a sense of annoyance.</p><p></p><p>“Uh- this IS still Breland soil we are on. The real question is what are YOU doing here?”</p><p></p><p>“Killing fiends. Obvious I thought.” She kicks the body of the cultist that fell. The fiend’s bodies are beginning to bubble and melt already.</p><p></p><p>“I am looking for a young man named Fierce Holdhearer. His father thought him taken by these cultist. I want to free him and return him.”</p><p></p><p>“Fierce Holdhearer? Too late. He is here on his own.”</p><p></p><p>Play looks at her waiting for a reason she knows this.</p><p></p><p>“I arrived before you. I went through their ledgers first. He came here on his own. Lucky for you, he has been chosen for a special ritual that is not tonight. Nice strike on the Daraka by the way.” She finally looks him in the eyes (well the eye slits of his mask anyway). He will be back or if you wish- follow me to strike him down forever.”</p><p></p><p>“It would be rude of me not to accept your invite.” Says Play as he looks around at the dissolving bodies of the dead fiends- most of which she killed.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6178775, member: 9255"] JOHN PLAY “04 INTERNAL PLAY” SEGMENT 75 “THE ROYAL EYE- ARCADIA” BARRAKAS 17 ,997 LATE AT NIGHT Several of the cultist are uncertain whom to attack, the over confident man or the charging woman? As such some converge on Play while others merely stand between her and their leaders. Play begins to attack when he recognizes the woman, or at least her cloak- the woman from the inn. He takes one cultist in the process. If the woman recognizes him or cares, she doesn’t express it. She merely takes down the first cultist standing in her way. The demon roars in anger and summons other fiends to do his bidding- dozens of Dretch begin to pour out of the portal. The leader of the cultist now glows as a shield spell has been applied to him. He decides to take a risk and castes a spell onto the very portal the demon has opened. It isn’t closing. Pushed by the fear of the demon and the masses of dretch, the cultists attack the two intruders. Some have no weapons and merely hope to grab and/or entangle them. Others have small daggers. Play avoids the attacks but the woman takes a slight cut across the arm. She doesn’t seem to register it having happened. He swings his clubs taking down two more and she begins to also do the same. The demon begins to make his demands of the summoned underlings ignoring the fact his portal remains open. Faint outlines of pillars with faces can be seen on the other side. “So the forces of Breland and Aundair both come to smite me? So be it. Die government lackeys! Die!” and the cultist calls up a spell and sets it free. The cultists stop and before they can scream out a protest a fireball erupts within their midst. The two intruders skillfully turn and use the cultist to shield themselves from the blast. The cultists however are not so lucky and die in a screaming mass of heat and fire. The Dretch are just outside of the blast as they have just now reached the sides of the cultist sorcerer’s side. “Only sick bastards kill their own men like that.” And he attacks the cultist. The woman rushes at the lesser fiends as they waddle up. She kills the first in line immediately. =Arcadia you bitch of a human and elf – I did not expect it to be you hunting these lowly mortals= and with that the creature points in her direction. Energy swirls of blue, green and white sprout behind her and lashes out at her. The energy swirls strike her but do not deter her at all. Despite the strike, the cultist castes a spell aimed at Play. Black strands leak up through cracks in the stone at Play’s feet. Then suddenly the strands burst forth as tentacles and attempt to capture Play. Play squirms around the reaching and grasping magical black tentacles. Play swings out and strikes the cultist several times in rapid succession while seemly dancing around the magic effect. The woman crushes the ugly head into the massive humpback of the fiend before her. She then steps up to another cultist that stands with the sorcerer leader. The large black minotaur laughs as it looks into the portal. Something or someone is on the other side. Its shadowy appearance resembles a humanoid with many swinging tentacles on its arms and body. The sorcerer tries to step back into the mass of the dretch. Play is pressing him to hard and knows he will not last long against this man from Sharn. And with that Play strikes and breaks the spellcaster’s hand then with a powerful uppercut sends the mage into the mass of fiends with a blood spray. The tentacles recede back into the ground with the summoner defeated. Wishing to destroy more fiends but knowing the remaining cult leader is more dangerous, the woman concentrates her attacks on him. The blades bite deep into his flesh as he raises his arms in defense. Bleeding greatly from her attack, he falls back into the mass of Dretch with a shriek of pain and panic. The dretch attack in mass. She kills one as it circles her. Play misses with a curse to misfortune. One manages to strike him. The one’s on her seem more driven and they score several hits on her. She grunts but remains upright then smiles. =Welcome Serrex and Derrex= the fiend says to two more creatures that step through a portal as it closes. The only clothing the male and female creatures wear are dozens of chains that swing and swirl as they move. Neither Play nor the woman can see them behind the large dark horned demon. Both Play and her take down another lesser fiend and hope to get to their goals- Play the prisoners, she to the main fiend. Play confuses the lowly dretch as he shifts and sidesteps them while attacking. She merely tries to force her way through and several more strike her. Their attacks begin to ware her down. She takes several more hits as the fiends swarm her. Play spins and weaves as he can. He takes a few minor hits but knows he needs to get some space. =Die children of Siberys= the minotaur fiend calls out in their minds. “Vile beast- you shall die tonight!” the woman finally speaks. She picks up the intensity and moves closer. Play matches her as best as he can. She clearly has great fighting skills and a hatred of the fiends. At this point Play can see the creature better and wishes he couldn’t. The black “fur” is really 1000’s of crawling dark scorpions that cover its body. The creature reaches into his chest and pulls out many of the writhering scorpion and throws them at Play. “Ugh! That’s creepy and disgusting!” he calls out as the scorpions rain about him. The two chained covered creatures step up and watch the melee. As they were not summoned, they do not need to act in the fiend’s defense but still- they enjoy a good fight. Both throw back their upper bodies as if bursting free of their chains. Chains strike out from each of them. Play sidesteps the attacks but the woman is barely struck by one. Play is impressed by her ability to take a hit. Breaking through the dretch, Play and the woman both go after the minotaur scorpion fiend. The damned cultist has left and taken the hostages with him. Each strike the fiend. Play’s strike knocks many scorpions off the body as her short sword sinks in and many scorpions seem to merely fold up on themselves and fall off. Angered, it blinks out using a spell leaving the chain covered creatures behind- the portal already closed. It is not their fight so they look for a means to escape but cannot. The dretch, still under the agreement with the minotaur to attack press on from behind to trap the two mortals. Play dances about and strikes out suddenly at the chain fiend before him. His magical clubs strike through its supernatural defenses and the creature grunts in pain. The chains sag and still as it stumbles back. She seems to move faster than before as she attacks her creature. Bits of chain fall off the creature as she repeatedly stabs it with her twin short swords. She turns to Play’s target before even checking if hers was truly dead. Play pauses for a moment as he thought he saw Kerri d’Orien face under the chains but knowing it is nothing but a fiendish trick strikes out anyway. The creature falls back as the woman clears out the last of the dretch. The woman cleans her blades and addresses Play. “Well struck Dark lantern. I am Arcadia of the Royal Eyes of Aundair.” She never raises her face to meet his look as she checks the floor for survivors. Seeing none, she places her blades back. “I knew they trained their agents specifically to deal with the Demon Waste but that was still impressive.” “Save it. What are you doing here anyway?” She says with a sense of annoyance. “Uh- this IS still Breland soil we are on. The real question is what are YOU doing here?” “Killing fiends. Obvious I thought.” She kicks the body of the cultist that fell. The fiend’s bodies are beginning to bubble and melt already. “I am looking for a young man named Fierce Holdhearer. His father thought him taken by these cultist. I want to free him and return him.” “Fierce Holdhearer? Too late. He is here on his own.” Play looks at her waiting for a reason she knows this. “I arrived before you. I went through their ledgers first. He came here on his own. Lucky for you, he has been chosen for a special ritual that is not tonight. Nice strike on the Daraka by the way.” She finally looks him in the eyes (well the eye slits of his mask anyway). He will be back or if you wish- follow me to strike him down forever.” “It would be rude of me not to accept your invite.” Says Play as he looks around at the dissolving bodies of the dead fiends- most of which she killed.” [/QUOTE]
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