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Memoirs of a Lawyer turned Dungeoncrawler (Updated May 13, 2008)
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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3169013" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Sit Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Fifty-Eight – Sick stomach – Sicker “Angels”</p><p></p><p>Walking turned out to be more difficult than normal. The first step I took ended abruptly when I realized I was puking onto my boots. A wave of nausea overcame all of us, but whether it was from the transition through the gate itself or from the transition to the foul air was unclear. To add to the disorientation, two flying angles that looked like they were built by someone who did not quite know how angels were built swooped down over us and belched forth a foul fire-like pus that was not fire at all, but something that burned just the same. I had the misfortune to be within the effect of both of the Angel Effigies that attacked us, and it nearly knocked the life out of me. </p><p>Valaria, brave soul that she is, puking still herself, unable to defend herself, took to the air in front of them, forcing them to alter course and split, preventing them from flying directly over us. </p><p>Ee and Valaria both took to the air in pursuit of them both, slicing at the unholy form of one of them. Eventually, they forced one from the sky. The other proved far tougher, until Valaria encased it in ectoplasm, and then it fell as well. Surrounded and about to die, it made one last attempt to vanquish us, shouting its word of blasphemy. The air shimmered around Ee, Morwen, and Valaria, and then they all vanished. My planar knowledge (and my mindlink) combined to tell me that they had all been banished to their home planes. </p><p>“Enough of this crap,” I said, using terms somewhat more colorful. I had been marshalling my mental energy for the trip ahead, but now I knew that it would be some time before we could all gather on this plane, so I threw everything I had into a strong mental push against the remaining fallen angel effigy, disintegrating it into a fine dust. </p><p>Looking to the sky, I saw many flying demons, and decided a quick exit was in order. I gathered the hands of Kyrnyn and Larch and teleported us to the column of smoke with a thought, staying just long enough to learn the area by heart so we could return later. Then I shifted us back to our home plane, landing unceremoniously in a large pile of hay in an outlying farm near a city I decided not to learn the name of. Now I just needed to find Ee and Morwen. </p><p></p><p>Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Fifty-Nine – Ee, Hero of Chaos, Morwen, Family in Hiding?</p><p></p><p>By the time I received word from Ee exactly where his home village was, located several days outside of Desbury, and teleported to his location, Ee was already being hailed by the villagers as a home-town hero, covered in garlands, surrounded by banners, wreaths in his hair. He was proudly displaying his demon-head to them, and they put it at a place of honor – at the old oak tree in the middle of the village, next to the five-foot mud-hut palaces of Ee’s kin. </p><p> Though his village was quaint and backwards, Ee was proud of it, proud of his kin, and they were proud of him. Morwen, on the other hand, seemed rather reluctant to have us come to her home at all. Through the mindlink, she said she was speaking with her dad, whom she had not spoken to in a long time, but it seemed like she was really reluctant to have me come to see where she ended up. Since we had at least 24 hours before she and Ee could return to the Abyssal plane they were banished from, I let her have some time while we all enjoyed the hospitality of Ee’s village.</p><p> Then we were off to Stromburg to get Morwen, and from there, to the Capitol. We had a lot of items we had found in the abbey that were of unknown origin. We had some errands to run. </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Sixty – First, shopping, then, save the world </p><p></p><p> We really did not shop for much, save a few potions here and there. What we did do was identify the items of power we found and then put most of them for sale on consignment. So if we do manage to stop the apocalypse and save the world, we’ll have some coin due us when we return from the Abyss. </p><p> Two items, the soulstone and the soul dagger we took from the crazed cult leader, were of incredible value, but they were also of incredible evil. To avoid a fuss, we just gave them both to Kyrnyn’s church to dispose of, with the understanding that we would greatly appreciate any “goodwill” they would give us for doing so, be it in the form of a true resurrection we may need in the future or in the form of something more noble. </p><p> Our shopping complete, per Morwen’s request, I transported us back to the abbey chapel so we could watch this side of the portal while we rested in preparation for the second trip through. Though for the second trip, I had no intention of using the nausea-inducing black portal to hell (ok, to the Abyss, for those who know the difference). </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-One – Ruined Mansion, Vultured Vrocks </p><p></p><p> We appeared amidst the grounds of a fantastically huge and impressive mansion, at least in the former sense. The rubble was smouldering and hot, much like the landscape. It was readily apparent that the mansion was destroyed in a battle of epic proportions, a battle between the forces of good and evil. Apparently, evil didn’t quite lose, because otherwise, why were we there? Or maybe three would be a strange twist, and instead of unwittingly working for demons, we are unwittingly working for angels. </p><p>We did not dally long, because we spied five Vrocks circling overhead. Fortunately, the rubble provided us plenty of cover. Morwen then started to sneak forward, with the understanding that Larch had the means to bring the Vrocks 30 feet up down to our level. I kept an eye on them, my mind ready to grasp the furthest three at the first sign of trouble. </p><p> Sure enough, once Morwen cross half of the distance to them through the rubble, one of them spotted her and squacked to the others. I then grabbed three of their minds and found purchase in their demonic grey-matter. Their wills broken, I told all three of them to fly “thataway,” leaving us only two to deal with in the ruins. They would be gone at least a day, which I hoped would be enough time to do whatever it is we needed to do. </p><p> I then slowly made my way through the rubble. Valaria, valiant as ever, flew toward one of the two remaining Vrocks, ready to cut it down from the air. Ee was close behind her. </p><p> Wishing to marshal my strength, I decided to crush the ego of the nearest remaining Vrock, and I found it quickly succumbed, taking but two whips before it dropped from the sky, dazed and helpless. Morwen was on the vulture-like demon like a vulture, dispatching it in one of the most self-satisfied coup-de-graces I’ve ever seen. </p><p> The remaining Vrock was quickly swarmed by Ee, Valaria, and three summoned winged serpents, courtesy of Larch, falling from the sky to join its brethren. </p><p> On the ground near where they both fell, we found a large double door, made of shiny metal, and stamped with the impression of a smiling, demonic face. As always, Ee was both succinct and elegant about what we had to do next. </p><p> “Ee go down!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3169013, member: 939"] Sit Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Fifty-Eight – Sick stomach – Sicker “Angels” Walking turned out to be more difficult than normal. The first step I took ended abruptly when I realized I was puking onto my boots. A wave of nausea overcame all of us, but whether it was from the transition through the gate itself or from the transition to the foul air was unclear. To add to the disorientation, two flying angles that looked like they were built by someone who did not quite know how angels were built swooped down over us and belched forth a foul fire-like pus that was not fire at all, but something that burned just the same. I had the misfortune to be within the effect of both of the Angel Effigies that attacked us, and it nearly knocked the life out of me. Valaria, brave soul that she is, puking still herself, unable to defend herself, took to the air in front of them, forcing them to alter course and split, preventing them from flying directly over us. Ee and Valaria both took to the air in pursuit of them both, slicing at the unholy form of one of them. Eventually, they forced one from the sky. The other proved far tougher, until Valaria encased it in ectoplasm, and then it fell as well. Surrounded and about to die, it made one last attempt to vanquish us, shouting its word of blasphemy. The air shimmered around Ee, Morwen, and Valaria, and then they all vanished. My planar knowledge (and my mindlink) combined to tell me that they had all been banished to their home planes. “Enough of this crap,” I said, using terms somewhat more colorful. I had been marshalling my mental energy for the trip ahead, but now I knew that it would be some time before we could all gather on this plane, so I threw everything I had into a strong mental push against the remaining fallen angel effigy, disintegrating it into a fine dust. Looking to the sky, I saw many flying demons, and decided a quick exit was in order. I gathered the hands of Kyrnyn and Larch and teleported us to the column of smoke with a thought, staying just long enough to learn the area by heart so we could return later. Then I shifted us back to our home plane, landing unceremoniously in a large pile of hay in an outlying farm near a city I decided not to learn the name of. Now I just needed to find Ee and Morwen. Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Fifty-Nine – Ee, Hero of Chaos, Morwen, Family in Hiding? By the time I received word from Ee exactly where his home village was, located several days outside of Desbury, and teleported to his location, Ee was already being hailed by the villagers as a home-town hero, covered in garlands, surrounded by banners, wreaths in his hair. He was proudly displaying his demon-head to them, and they put it at a place of honor – at the old oak tree in the middle of the village, next to the five-foot mud-hut palaces of Ee’s kin. Though his village was quaint and backwards, Ee was proud of it, proud of his kin, and they were proud of him. Morwen, on the other hand, seemed rather reluctant to have us come to her home at all. Through the mindlink, she said she was speaking with her dad, whom she had not spoken to in a long time, but it seemed like she was really reluctant to have me come to see where she ended up. Since we had at least 24 hours before she and Ee could return to the Abyssal plane they were banished from, I let her have some time while we all enjoyed the hospitality of Ee’s village. Then we were off to Stromburg to get Morwen, and from there, to the Capitol. We had a lot of items we had found in the abbey that were of unknown origin. We had some errands to run. Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Sixty – First, shopping, then, save the world We really did not shop for much, save a few potions here and there. What we did do was identify the items of power we found and then put most of them for sale on consignment. So if we do manage to stop the apocalypse and save the world, we’ll have some coin due us when we return from the Abyss. Two items, the soulstone and the soul dagger we took from the crazed cult leader, were of incredible value, but they were also of incredible evil. To avoid a fuss, we just gave them both to Kyrnyn’s church to dispose of, with the understanding that we would greatly appreciate any “goodwill” they would give us for doing so, be it in the form of a true resurrection we may need in the future or in the form of something more noble. Our shopping complete, per Morwen’s request, I transported us back to the abbey chapel so we could watch this side of the portal while we rested in preparation for the second trip through. Though for the second trip, I had no intention of using the nausea-inducing black portal to hell (ok, to the Abyss, for those who know the difference). Sir Cordozo – Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-One – Ruined Mansion, Vultured Vrocks We appeared amidst the grounds of a fantastically huge and impressive mansion, at least in the former sense. The rubble was smouldering and hot, much like the landscape. It was readily apparent that the mansion was destroyed in a battle of epic proportions, a battle between the forces of good and evil. Apparently, evil didn’t quite lose, because otherwise, why were we there? Or maybe three would be a strange twist, and instead of unwittingly working for demons, we are unwittingly working for angels. We did not dally long, because we spied five Vrocks circling overhead. Fortunately, the rubble provided us plenty of cover. Morwen then started to sneak forward, with the understanding that Larch had the means to bring the Vrocks 30 feet up down to our level. I kept an eye on them, my mind ready to grasp the furthest three at the first sign of trouble. Sure enough, once Morwen cross half of the distance to them through the rubble, one of them spotted her and squacked to the others. I then grabbed three of their minds and found purchase in their demonic grey-matter. Their wills broken, I told all three of them to fly “thataway,” leaving us only two to deal with in the ruins. They would be gone at least a day, which I hoped would be enough time to do whatever it is we needed to do. I then slowly made my way through the rubble. Valaria, valiant as ever, flew toward one of the two remaining Vrocks, ready to cut it down from the air. Ee was close behind her. Wishing to marshal my strength, I decided to crush the ego of the nearest remaining Vrock, and I found it quickly succumbed, taking but two whips before it dropped from the sky, dazed and helpless. Morwen was on the vulture-like demon like a vulture, dispatching it in one of the most self-satisfied coup-de-graces I’ve ever seen. The remaining Vrock was quickly swarmed by Ee, Valaria, and three summoned winged serpents, courtesy of Larch, falling from the sky to join its brethren. On the ground near where they both fell, we found a large double door, made of shiny metal, and stamped with the impression of a smiling, demonic face. As always, Ee was both succinct and elegant about what we had to do next. “Ee go down!” [/QUOTE]
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