Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Next
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
The
VOIDRUNNER'S CODEX
is coming! Explore new worlds, fight oppressive empires, fend off fearsome aliens, and wield deadly psionics with this comprehensive boxed set expansion for 5E and A5E!
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
Medriev's FR Thunderspire Labyrinth - Concluded Apr 13
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4681989" data-attributes="member: 21864"><p><strong>Chapter 16 - Baphomet's Shrine (Part 4)</strong></p><p></p><p>Erlmoor held his blade before him as the heat of his surroundings assailed him. He stood on an island of black basalt linked by bridges of the same rock to other islands and between all flowed lava and flame. Sulphur-laden smoke belched from the molten rock and seared his mouth and nostrils but he stood with his head held high. From his left came a terrible bloated creature with a tooth-filled maw and a black sword in one hand. It rushed at him and Erlmoor saw that more came behind the ferocious creature. He sang out deeply to Lathander, knowing that the Morninglord would protect him as he always had, even here. It was the Morninglord that had steered him south from Io’vanthor to Cormyr and it was the Morninglord who had brought Erlmoor to his house in Eveningstar as a youngling to find his faith and his purpose.</p><p></p><p>The dragonborn roared and breathed acid, felling three of the demons but more were coming now, crossing other bridges, some larger, some smaller and some that resembled beasts. Some even came that resembled the ape-demon that Dulvarna had slain in the shrine to Baphomet. Surely he could not stand here, the dragonborn thought to himself but still he sang out and his blade swung left and right, cutting down a demon with each blow. Blood and severed limbs covered the basalt island but still Erlmoor swung out left and right with his blade while his enemies kept coming. </p><p>Without realising, he slew every enemy before him and began to look around for more. He turned left and right desperately but could find no more foes. Just as he began to turn his mind to escaping the terrible place he had found himself in, a huge shadow fell over him. He turned and looked up to behold a vision from his worst nightmares. A foul and corpulent demon stood over him on powerful goat legs with a desiccated that looked like the horrific distortion of a ram’s head. The creature’s great black wings stirred up a reeking cloud of diseased air and Erlmoor knew that this terrible creature was somewhere between life and undeath. The beast’s body was sore-ridden and reeked of disease but his head and glowing red eyes reminded the dragonborn of the undead he had faught in the Keep and beneath Thunderspire. Behind the creature, its thick, spiny tail was in constant motion while in its right hand it carried a huge mace tipped with an enormous skull. Erlmoor raised his blade to face his worst nightmare and then he jerked awake, realising with sudden relief that his worst nightmare was all that the creature was.</p><p></p><p>Erlmoor looked around trying to quickly shake off the confusion of his dream and gauge where he was. The doors at the end of the corridor beyond the gnoll mess hall were still barred with the two tables and pile of chairs that the companions had dragged from the chamber the night before. He looked toward the southern corridor and listened for any sound of disturbance or battle but he heard nothing. He sat up on the mattress that had been dragged from the gnoll bunk room to the east and looked over to where Telkya and Lavren had been sleeping on their own mattresses, close together but not too close. Both were awake and Telkya was clutching Lavren in her arms while the warlock wept like a child.</p><p></p><p>“Bad dreams?” Erlmoor asked.</p><p>“You could say that,” answered Lavren, wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve as he realised the dragonborn was awake.</p><p>“Who’s Sumith?” Telkya asked, drawing back a little from Lavren as he began to recover. “You were calling the name.”</p><p>“An old friend,” answered Lavren. “I’ll explain another time.”</p><p>“When you’re ready,” answered Telkya softly. “We should probably go and check on the others.”</p><p></p><p>The southern chamber, where the boar was still penned and the hay barricade had been was also secure but Dulvarna, Enlishia and Litiraan who had rested there were as shaken as the rest. Dulvarna seemed to have had the most terrible dreams and her face was tear-streaked as Lavren’s had been. None would talk about all that they had seen but they shared enough to learn that each saw demons and glimpses of the Abyss.</p><p>“This is a dark and terrible place,” rumbled Erlmoor. “The sooner we leave here, the better it will be for all of us.”</p><p>“Then we must go back to the chamber of blood where the spirits spoke to us,” said Telkya quietly. “And choose our onward path from there.”</p><p>“Agreed,” said Erlmoor.</p><p></p><p>Dulvarna only nodded, seemingly still stunned by the visions that had plagued her during the night. Without a word, she started towards the doors and began hauling down the table and chairs that had been used to bar the western doors.</p><p>“We must free the boar before we leave,” said Enlishia then, surprising them all. “I have tended to its wounds during the dark watches of the night, before the dreams came to me as well. It knows we are not enemies.”</p><p>“Then free it and bid it find its way home or out of the mountain,” said Telkya. “It will die if we leave it here.”</p><p></p><p>While the others brought down the barricade, Enlishia unfastened the chain that held the huge boar. When it was free, she leaned on it and stroked it softly, speaking quiet words and making gentle sounds. Once the doors were pulled open, the huge beast lumbered towards the portals. With a last turn of its head to look back at Enlishia and thank her, the boar walked away into the shadowy darkness of the western tunnel. Drawing their weapons and readying spells and prayers, the companions started forward after the mighty beast.</p><p></p><p><strong>Next.....The Howling Pillars</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Medriev, post: 4681989, member: 21864"] [b]Chapter 16 - Baphomet's Shrine (Part 4)[/b] Erlmoor held his blade before him as the heat of his surroundings assailed him. He stood on an island of black basalt linked by bridges of the same rock to other islands and between all flowed lava and flame. Sulphur-laden smoke belched from the molten rock and seared his mouth and nostrils but he stood with his head held high. From his left came a terrible bloated creature with a tooth-filled maw and a black sword in one hand. It rushed at him and Erlmoor saw that more came behind the ferocious creature. He sang out deeply to Lathander, knowing that the Morninglord would protect him as he always had, even here. It was the Morninglord that had steered him south from Io’vanthor to Cormyr and it was the Morninglord who had brought Erlmoor to his house in Eveningstar as a youngling to find his faith and his purpose. The dragonborn roared and breathed acid, felling three of the demons but more were coming now, crossing other bridges, some larger, some smaller and some that resembled beasts. Some even came that resembled the ape-demon that Dulvarna had slain in the shrine to Baphomet. Surely he could not stand here, the dragonborn thought to himself but still he sang out and his blade swung left and right, cutting down a demon with each blow. Blood and severed limbs covered the basalt island but still Erlmoor swung out left and right with his blade while his enemies kept coming. Without realising, he slew every enemy before him and began to look around for more. He turned left and right desperately but could find no more foes. Just as he began to turn his mind to escaping the terrible place he had found himself in, a huge shadow fell over him. He turned and looked up to behold a vision from his worst nightmares. A foul and corpulent demon stood over him on powerful goat legs with a desiccated that looked like the horrific distortion of a ram’s head. The creature’s great black wings stirred up a reeking cloud of diseased air and Erlmoor knew that this terrible creature was somewhere between life and undeath. The beast’s body was sore-ridden and reeked of disease but his head and glowing red eyes reminded the dragonborn of the undead he had faught in the Keep and beneath Thunderspire. Behind the creature, its thick, spiny tail was in constant motion while in its right hand it carried a huge mace tipped with an enormous skull. Erlmoor raised his blade to face his worst nightmare and then he jerked awake, realising with sudden relief that his worst nightmare was all that the creature was. Erlmoor looked around trying to quickly shake off the confusion of his dream and gauge where he was. The doors at the end of the corridor beyond the gnoll mess hall were still barred with the two tables and pile of chairs that the companions had dragged from the chamber the night before. He looked toward the southern corridor and listened for any sound of disturbance or battle but he heard nothing. He sat up on the mattress that had been dragged from the gnoll bunk room to the east and looked over to where Telkya and Lavren had been sleeping on their own mattresses, close together but not too close. Both were awake and Telkya was clutching Lavren in her arms while the warlock wept like a child. “Bad dreams?” Erlmoor asked. “You could say that,” answered Lavren, wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve as he realised the dragonborn was awake. “Who’s Sumith?” Telkya asked, drawing back a little from Lavren as he began to recover. “You were calling the name.” “An old friend,” answered Lavren. “I’ll explain another time.” “When you’re ready,” answered Telkya softly. “We should probably go and check on the others.” The southern chamber, where the boar was still penned and the hay barricade had been was also secure but Dulvarna, Enlishia and Litiraan who had rested there were as shaken as the rest. Dulvarna seemed to have had the most terrible dreams and her face was tear-streaked as Lavren’s had been. None would talk about all that they had seen but they shared enough to learn that each saw demons and glimpses of the Abyss. “This is a dark and terrible place,” rumbled Erlmoor. “The sooner we leave here, the better it will be for all of us.” “Then we must go back to the chamber of blood where the spirits spoke to us,” said Telkya quietly. “And choose our onward path from there.” “Agreed,” said Erlmoor. Dulvarna only nodded, seemingly still stunned by the visions that had plagued her during the night. Without a word, she started towards the doors and began hauling down the table and chairs that had been used to bar the western doors. “We must free the boar before we leave,” said Enlishia then, surprising them all. “I have tended to its wounds during the dark watches of the night, before the dreams came to me as well. It knows we are not enemies.” “Then free it and bid it find its way home or out of the mountain,” said Telkya. “It will die if we leave it here.” While the others brought down the barricade, Enlishia unfastened the chain that held the huge boar. When it was free, she leaned on it and stroked it softly, speaking quiet words and making gentle sounds. Once the doors were pulled open, the huge beast lumbered towards the portals. With a last turn of its head to look back at Enlishia and thank her, the boar walked away into the shadowy darkness of the western tunnel. Drawing their weapons and readying spells and prayers, the companions started forward after the mighty beast. [B]Next.....The Howling Pillars[/B] [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
Medriev's FR Thunderspire Labyrinth - Concluded Apr 13
Top