Last Stand of the Dorinthians (Chapter 2 - Illusions)

[Land Outcast]

"Probably we have another squad behind this door, the place this door takes us to is another room so there should be no problem should we be swift" He then steps back from the door, asks Rix if he found anything useful, and adds "if you went there first... without us..."

 

[D20Dazza]

Kel shoulders his bow and swiftly draws his long sword "Well I for one am sick and tired of scuttling through the shadows and filth down here the elf says his voice steady "Let us sally forth and get to the bottom of this mystery"

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Silas opens the door for his sharp shooters, Dartis and Rix. Inside they see a kobold in light robes holding a crystal over a small plate of burning coals, which provides enough light for Dartis to fire, as Silas and his torch are behind the door. Five other kobolds stand and look aimlessly into the space ahead of them. Rix's crossbow bolt slams into the creature, along with one of Dartis' two fired arrows. With a grunt, the robed kobold falls, twitches and dies, the crystal in his hand falling to the table with a clink. Alexander and Kel charge inside, but no further action is needed. The other five kobolds stand unmoving.

Inside the room is a large central workbench that the robed kobold was using. Several tools lay about, and Silas' recognizes enough of them to realize that they would be valuable to a mage seeking to develop his own magical items. At a casual glance, Silas sees equipment that can be used to make potions, scrolls, and wondrous items. He values it at 500gp. The crystal that fell is unlike the ones that you have found. It is clear in appearance.

A logbook is also found on the workbench. Quickly flipping through it, Alexander sees that the first half is written in gnomish and the rest in kobold. A strange-looking chair and several crystals are drawn roughly in the book.

The chair shown in the logbook is also visible in the far corner of the 30 foot by 50 foot room. It is a smooth chair made of petrified wood. Kel recognizes the chair as made from silvan wood that has been petrified over time. A bar extends from the back of the chair, and on the top of the bar is a hollowed dome that rests over the chair and has a crystal-shaped hole on the top. Several straps have been and clamps have been added to the chair's arms and where a person's legs would lie. A chill runs through you as you recognize the chair from your dreams...

The image fades, then a new one takes its place. A strange, hairless humanoid creature holds a struggling kobold in its arms, then straps the the smaller creature to a chair with a strange helmet-like contraption. The device is lowered onto the kobold's head, and you feel your blood run cold as the creature's struggling grows weaker, then stops, the intelligence in its eyes disappearing as its pupils turn white and mindless.

 

[Land Outcast]

After looking at the book, which he promptly gives to Rix "part of it is written in kobold..." he ignores the fallen body and the still-standing ones. He retrieves the battleaxe taken from the gnoll ath the goblin fort, holds it two-handed, and approaches the chair.

Once he is in front of it he calmly declares "this is not meant to be", shaking his head... followup he brings down the axe heavily -almost savagely- upon the helmet-like contraption... his face is an expression of dead-seriousness.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Rix has just enough time to flip through the journal and realize that the second part was written by a kobold shaman, when he is jolted from his examination by the jarring sound of an axe meeting stone.

Alexander attacks the chair with his weapon, his muscles straining with anger and rage as the axe lays deep gashes into the petrified wood. The ringing of the sound is nearly unbearable as it bounces off the walls of the room. The helmet-dome portion of the chair takes the brunt of the half-orc's strength, bending slightly and cracking along the extended bar.

A greenish glow appears around the chair and helmet and ancient runes become visible. They are a form of sylvan, so old that even Kel does not recognize the majority of the words. The hairs on your body begin to stand on end as the air crackles.

With one last grunt, Alexander strikes a final blow, rending the bar from the chair. Another strike causes the fallen dome to crack. Instead of stopping the build-up of energy, the chair glows brighter and the energy in the room stronger.

As you stare in amazement you hear a gasp of terror by the far door and notice a kobold observing you. Before you can react, the creature begins to shout a warning and shuts the door as he flees.

Kel
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You are unable to read most of the runes, although two words are recognizable: 'revered' and 'knowledge'. You shudder when you think on how old this civilization that created this item must have been.
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[Land Outcast]

Deliver us from evil

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Deliver us from evil

OOC: As a Catholic I will give you an Amen. As a DM, I can deliver you some evil.

 

[Ferrix]

Rix gapes at Alexander, "fool.. you think we'll be able to find out what powers lie within that when it lies in splinters! Creating a racket, you've called the entirety of them down upon us." He stuffs the book aside into his pack along with a few of the other items he'd picked up in the store room.

OOC: Could you in the future wait a little longer for other people to post on weekends please? Especially when important things like this turn up.

[sblock=DM]Rix will have grabbed the coin, the mirror, restock his bolts from the store room, he'd grab the crystal that the kobold dropped as well, and now has the book as well. Which he'll look at when he gets the chance (hopefully before the idiot orc causes such a massive racket, could explain why he didn't get the chance to stop it as well). He can read the Draconic.[/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

Dartis races to the door to fling it open, bow in hand.

OOC:[sblock] If he can see the kobold he will fire.

If there is a corridor, he will ready his arrow to fire at what he sees,
if there is a reception waiting for him, he go back in and close the door. [/sblock]

 

[Land Outcast]

"Would it have told us anything else than what we already knew?" Alexander regrets the noise, but I had to do it... the half-orc slowly unsheathes his scimitar as the increasing unholy glow bathes the room.

"We don't know the complex, we can ambush groups exiting the complex if needed... but if we want to stand a chance we must retreat now!"