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<blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4534271" data-attributes="member: 21864"><p><strong>Chapter 22 - The Last Enemy (Part 1)</strong></p><p></p><p>They descended into a nightmare. Crimson streams spilled from above and formed a pool of blood in the center of the chamber while a foreboding purple light illuminated the room. A yawning, black portal dominated the northern wall of the chamber and huge talon-like shapes strained against the portal, as if the darkness were a thin film restraining some beast. A set of blazing runes had been inscribed on the floor before the portal and opposite the portal stood a massive black statue of a beautiful woman clad in robes. The statue’s form seemed as dark as midnight on a starless night. To the east, steps led to a platform where a small pit was flanked by two small demon statues. To the west, another set of steps ascended to an altar of bone flanked by wide pillars. A human clad in heavy armor and carrying a skull-capped rod stood behind the altar. His eyes were closed, and a book rested open before him. He chanted a low, droning prayer to Shar, the Mistress of Night.</p><p></p><p>Dulvarna charged towards the priest, rushing up the steps with her sword in her hands. The priest seemed to sense her presence and opened his eyes. He leveled his rod at her and loosed a black bolt at the her but she ducked to one side and evaded the spell. He gestured with his left hand and from flanking positions in the shadow of two pillars at the bottom of the stairs, two skeletons clacked forward, swords in their hands. Telkya leapt from her chain and rushed at them, brandishing her holy symbol. Searing light lanced out at the two undead and drove them back and away from Dulvarna, towards the pool of blood and waiting blades and spells of her companions.</p><p></p><p>Enlishia leapt into the pool of blood with her bow at the ready. She loosed an arrow into the nearest skeleton and drove it back another jerking step. Lavren landed behind her and loosed two purple bolts from his wand that flew wildly at the skeletons and missed both. A blue bolt flew past the elf then and he turned to see a gaunt creature with pallid, leathery skin stretched taut over its bones. Black claws tipped its fingers and toes while its nose was sunken and its lips were pulled back in a death grimace.</p><p>“A wight,” he announced. “You remember them from the Ashen Tower.”</p><p>“Of course,” answered Erlmoor as he dropped into the blood. “Always a pleasure.” The paladin charged towards the wight while Litiraan turned his wand on one of the skeletons and loosed a blue bolt into the creature. </p><p></p><p>Dulvarna reached the top of the steps and slashed her blade across the leg of the Sharess priest. The priest’s rod came up in response, striking Dulvarna under the chin and sending her reeling back down the first of the stairs.</p><p></p><p>“You’ll have to do better than that,” he taunted. “I am Kalarel, Lord of Shadowfell Keep. And I had expected so much more of you.” A bolt of flame struck the stone above the priest’s head then and he flinched. Dulvarna looked back to Telkya, who now stood off to one side but also at the top of the steps. She smiled and raised her blade.</p><p>“I’m just getting started,” she said to the priest and then she came at him in a flurry of steel.</p><p></p><p>One of the skeletons turned and darted back up the steps to aid its master while the other hesitated, still reeling form Telkya’s divine power. Enlishia loosed an arrow into the creature’s shoulder, shattering more bone but then she turned away to aid Erlmoor against the wight. The wight howled and leered at them and Enlishia was stopped in her tracks. She staggered back as the sheer power of the wight’s fearful visage assailed her. Erlmoor, though, battled on despite the wight’s power. Erlmoor reached the top of the steps and with a roar, he showered the thing in acid. His blade sang out and clove into the wight’s side. It screeched its anger and eternal pain and then came at the dragonborn again.</p><p></p><p>Litiraan blasted the remaining skeleton with a silver bolt but still it turned away and rushed back up the steps to aid its master. At the top of the steps, Dulvarna slashed aside Kalarel’s stave and cut a wound across the man’s chest, just under his arm. Still he smiled at the woman and finally, Dulvarna knew why. She heard the clack of the skeleton behind her and twisted on the top of the steps to keep both her enemies in view. Behind her, Dulvarna saw Telkya draw her sword to fight the other skeleton which had also returned to the dais to defend its master. Dulvarna ducked the swing of the skeleton she faced and retreated along the dais towards Telkya, hoping to join forces with the priestess. It was a desperate hope, she knew, and the gloating smile of the priest only confirmed this.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Medriev, post: 4534271, member: 21864"] [b]Chapter 22 - The Last Enemy (Part 1)[/b] They descended into a nightmare. Crimson streams spilled from above and formed a pool of blood in the center of the chamber while a foreboding purple light illuminated the room. A yawning, black portal dominated the northern wall of the chamber and huge talon-like shapes strained against the portal, as if the darkness were a thin film restraining some beast. A set of blazing runes had been inscribed on the floor before the portal and opposite the portal stood a massive black statue of a beautiful woman clad in robes. The statue’s form seemed as dark as midnight on a starless night. To the east, steps led to a platform where a small pit was flanked by two small demon statues. To the west, another set of steps ascended to an altar of bone flanked by wide pillars. A human clad in heavy armor and carrying a skull-capped rod stood behind the altar. His eyes were closed, and a book rested open before him. He chanted a low, droning prayer to Shar, the Mistress of Night. Dulvarna charged towards the priest, rushing up the steps with her sword in her hands. The priest seemed to sense her presence and opened his eyes. He leveled his rod at her and loosed a black bolt at the her but she ducked to one side and evaded the spell. He gestured with his left hand and from flanking positions in the shadow of two pillars at the bottom of the stairs, two skeletons clacked forward, swords in their hands. Telkya leapt from her chain and rushed at them, brandishing her holy symbol. Searing light lanced out at the two undead and drove them back and away from Dulvarna, towards the pool of blood and waiting blades and spells of her companions. Enlishia leapt into the pool of blood with her bow at the ready. She loosed an arrow into the nearest skeleton and drove it back another jerking step. Lavren landed behind her and loosed two purple bolts from his wand that flew wildly at the skeletons and missed both. A blue bolt flew past the elf then and he turned to see a gaunt creature with pallid, leathery skin stretched taut over its bones. Black claws tipped its fingers and toes while its nose was sunken and its lips were pulled back in a death grimace. “A wight,” he announced. “You remember them from the Ashen Tower.” “Of course,” answered Erlmoor as he dropped into the blood. “Always a pleasure.” The paladin charged towards the wight while Litiraan turned his wand on one of the skeletons and loosed a blue bolt into the creature. Dulvarna reached the top of the steps and slashed her blade across the leg of the Sharess priest. The priest’s rod came up in response, striking Dulvarna under the chin and sending her reeling back down the first of the stairs. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he taunted. “I am Kalarel, Lord of Shadowfell Keep. And I had expected so much more of you.” A bolt of flame struck the stone above the priest’s head then and he flinched. Dulvarna looked back to Telkya, who now stood off to one side but also at the top of the steps. She smiled and raised her blade. “I’m just getting started,” she said to the priest and then she came at him in a flurry of steel. One of the skeletons turned and darted back up the steps to aid its master while the other hesitated, still reeling form Telkya’s divine power. Enlishia loosed an arrow into the creature’s shoulder, shattering more bone but then she turned away to aid Erlmoor against the wight. The wight howled and leered at them and Enlishia was stopped in her tracks. She staggered back as the sheer power of the wight’s fearful visage assailed her. Erlmoor, though, battled on despite the wight’s power. Erlmoor reached the top of the steps and with a roar, he showered the thing in acid. His blade sang out and clove into the wight’s side. It screeched its anger and eternal pain and then came at the dragonborn again. Litiraan blasted the remaining skeleton with a silver bolt but still it turned away and rushed back up the steps to aid its master. At the top of the steps, Dulvarna slashed aside Kalarel’s stave and cut a wound across the man’s chest, just under his arm. Still he smiled at the woman and finally, Dulvarna knew why. She heard the clack of the skeleton behind her and twisted on the top of the steps to keep both her enemies in view. Behind her, Dulvarna saw Telkya draw her sword to fight the other skeleton which had also returned to the dais to defend its master. Dulvarna ducked the swing of the skeleton she faced and retreated along the dais towards Telkya, hoping to join forces with the priestess. It was a desperate hope, she knew, and the gloating smile of the priest only confirmed this. [/QUOTE]
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