Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[DralonXitz]

After the party calms down from their heated argument, Skarsus slowly leads them into the dark Tower. As Ackalon, the 5th person, clears the doorway, the gates slam with a massive, THUD, and echo throughout the tower. As soon as the doors shut, all light vanishes, and the heroes find themselves in complete darkness.

The heroes keep their ground as they stand, calm, when all of the sudden 50 red, glowing dots appear above them, across from each other, looking down. They stare, coldly, beating down upon the heroes as the darkness continues to swell around them. A cold rush of fear strikes through Derrik's heart, as he knows something evil lurks here...

Then, like an arrow piercing through a sheet of glass, a bright light eminates 20 feet in front of them, concealing inside of it a tall, white Human, clad in black and purple robes. His handsome smile hides behind it a malicious cruelty as he grins and says, "My my my, Skarsus, you led them here better than I could have ever dreamed. They do not call me Daemoria for nothing..."

The rest of the tower illuminates as well, revealing the red dots to be Dark Marksmen, clad in pure black cloaks, with ornate gothic crossbows all pointed at the party, no less than 9 crossbows at each head.

 

[deadestdai]

He know's my name? But how!?

There was nowhere to escape, no place to escape the archer's aim. Skarsus' hand itched to drag his sword from it's scabbard, but he knew that he'd end up a pin-cushion at best. The young warrior turned his face to Daemoria. "Daemoria for Nothing", Skarsus smirked. It seems you have us at your mercy.... In some circles, I'm sure this could be considered impolite? Afterall, you did invite us in? Sweat dripped off of the boy's back as he spoke. He knew he was taking a great risk by teasing the man, but he hoped by doing so he could buy he and his friends extra time to react against this trap.

 

[ferretguy]

Swallowing back his nervousness, and crossing his arms to hide his slightly shaking hands, Ackalon spits on the ground Ahh Horseman, he may be all powerfull and all that...and I'll agree impolite, but too me he's just all pomp and circumstance....hells, the real Daymoola prob'ly that hafling that lead us in here. 'Sides if'n he was gunna kill us he would of done it already.

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik glowers at the situation, such luck, "speak what ye want with us, or fill us full of bolts, but do it quick, these have worn my patience thin," he barks at the human clad in robes. He glares at the crossbowmen, "what ye lookin' at?" May the forge cinder the bolts and blades as they come, he prays to himself, readying to call upon his magics.

 

[taitzu52]

Again, these unusual things fill Thromgril's head. What are they called again? Oh yeah, thoughts!! He wonders.....Who is this guy? Why did we come here anyway? How did we wind up here from Skyrum? Can I take this bitch-boy out? Alas, he draws no conclusions (that would be completely out of character). So there, his only recourse is to lay a massive glob of spit on the clean stone floors, and growl at their most untrustworthy host.

 

[Vendetta]

Zar looks around calmly as he plans what he'd have to do should things go terribly wrong...

 

[DralonXitz]

He know's my name? But how!?

There was nowhere to escape, no place to escape the archer's aim. Skarsus' hand itched to drag his sword from it's scabbard, but he knew that he'd end up a pin-cushion at best. The young warrior turned his face to Daemoria. "Daemoria for Nothing", Skarsus smirked. It seems you have us at your mercy.... In some circles, I'm sure this could be considered impolite? Afterall, you did invite us in? Sweat dripped off of the boy's back as he spoke. He knew he was taking a great risk by teasing the man, but he hoped by doing so he could buy he and his friends extra time to react against this trap.

Daemoria grinned at him, smiling slightly as the Mieran spoke.

"Your cocky attitude amuses me, I would have expected this out of the Elf.", he says, coldly glaring at the heroes.

"However, make no mistake. While I would prefer to take you alive, I have no qualms about murdering you all right here where you stand. And as for you Cleric..", he motions his left hand to two archers, who both fire their bolts at Derrik. The arrows scream through the air as they smash into his chest.

As the arrows collide with the dwarf, he glares at Skarsus again, this time with no grin, no smile, only a cold, murderous glare in his eyes.

"Now Skarsus, I leave the call to you. Surrender, or die..."

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik shudders under the impressive force of the blows, but stands his ground as only a dwarf could. He grabs the bolts and tears them from his body and tosses them clattering back to the feet of the crossbowmen, "don't give in lad, we'd be dead either way."

 

[deadestdai]

Skarsus flinched as the bolts hit home into Derrik's chest. THe boy's cocky smile faltered along with his confidence and he knew that there really wasn't much he or his companions could do against such a shower of crossbow bolts. He hoped he was about to make the right decision. Then we surrender...

 

[DralonXitz]

Skarsus flinched as the bolts hit home into Derrik's chest. THe boy's cocky smile faltered along with his confidence and he knew that there really wasn't much he or his companions could do against such a shower of crossbow bolts. He hoped he was about to make the right decision. Then we surrender...

Daemoria grins and coldly says, "Wise choice Skarsus. Men...". A group of around 10 men slowly approach them, but as they do, Daemoria waves his hand through the air, waving some kind of trinket, and puts them all into a deep sleep.

Some time later, Skarsus awakes and finds himself, Derrik, Ackalon, and Thromgril all locked up together in some kind of cage, with Zar nowhere to be found. Stripped of all their weapons, the men are defenseless. Most of their armor and clothing is stripped away as well, except for Ackalon, who seems to be untouched. It is a dark, murky place, with muddy floors, wet from the water seeping through the walls, surrounded by black, iron bars. Two benches are against the back of the room, which appear to be some kind of rudimentary beds. At the north side of the cage is a single gate, with a large padlock on it, and a fat, human guard sitting across the hall from their cage, eating an apple.

As the Mieran awakes, the guard throws him the half-eaten apple core and laughs, as he begins to walk away. The only thing that can be heard in this dungeon is the occasionally high pitched screams of some being, which peak and quickly fade away...