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<blockquote data-quote="el-remmen" data-source="post: 1452010" data-attributes="member: 11"><p><strong>End of Session #55</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Session #55 (part ii)</strong></p><p></p><p>“Yes, this must be some other force seeking entrance here,” Beorth attempted. The monk named Allas merely shrugged, but continued towards Derek to try to keep him from firing more arrows.</p><p></p><p>“I think our thief found us again,” Kazrack said, of the figure that had fled.</p><p></p><p>”Thief? Whatever do you mean?” Lomax asked.</p><p></p><p>“Some of our goods were stolen in the night,” Martin replied for the group, stopping himself from searching through the monks’ packs. The chance for peaceful resolution seemed to increase again.</p><p></p><p>“Well, be that as it may now that this <em>thief</em> has been spotted do you think he will go away, or that that he will return?” Lomax asked.</p><p></p><p>“He probably seeks the same knowledge we all do,” Beorth said. “He will return.”</p><p></p><p>“Shall we go track him down?” Kazrack asked.</p><p></p><p>“We cannot leave our posts, but you may do as you please,” Lomax said, his body was tense and ready to spring. “We cannot risk your invisible friend slipping below while we are made to think he has left with you.”</p><p></p><p>“D’nar (1), come closer,” Kazrack called to Ratchis.</p><p></p><p>“I am fine where I am,” the half-orc called from his spot between the ledge down to the lower level, and the pit the camp was made in.</p><p></p><p>Allas turned back from Derek, and made a grab in Ratchis’ direction, but totally missed.</p><p></p><p>Before anyone could react to this, Derek cried out as an arrow clipped his shoulder from eastern side of the pit, where the tall ravine walls were. Everyone looked up instead, and saw that the figure that had cut the rope before had moved to the other side of the pit. It was tall humanoid of some kind, with the goblinoid features prominent snout, with thin lips, large eyes and large canines, and a swarthy orange pallor. Outfitted in black, they could see this monk used a recurved longbow, and the slightest swell on its chest showed it to be a female of whatever race she was, for she was nearly six-feet tall and as broad as Ratchis, but as her hood fell away they could see she had one tail of braided blue-white hair tucked behind one pointed ear. (2)</p><p></p><p>Allas shrugged again, and continued to swing his arms before him, looking for Ratchis. Derek spun around and fired an arrow back at the bizarre monk-monster-woman, but she ducked behind a protruding rock, only to emerge from the other side and send two more arrow at Derek, who leapt backward, and cursed, feeling the bite of both. This monk was an excellent archer.</p><p></p><p>Martin popped back up to the upper level away from the camp, craning his neck to see who was firing the arrows.</p><p></p><p>“You are vulnerable up here,” Lomax warned the watch-mage. “Get back down.”</p><p></p><p>Martin hopped back down. “Who is it? What is it?” he asked.</p><p></p><p>Thosir came running at Derek, and tried to shove him forcefully off the ledge to the next one ten feet below, but the young woodsman side-stepped, but this left Beorth as the only open shot for the archer above, and he winced as he felt the bite of the broad steel-headed arrows.</p><p></p><p>Undaunted by the arrows, Kazrack scrambled up to the main plateau just in time to see Thosir try to push Derek. “We are betrayed!” he cried, and took a hard chop at Allas. The monk sucked in air through his teeth, as blood cascaded down his leg. He whipped around and took a defensive position. “Why did you betray us?”</p><p></p><p>“Why did you attack me?” His eyes growing wide, as he watched for another attack from the dwarf.</p><p></p><p>Lomax leapt down to martin, putting space between himself and the attack dwarf. “You must stop your dwarven friend,” the monk said in a convincing voice. (3) “He is making a mistake.”</p><p></p><p>“Kazrack! Stop! What are you doing?” Martin popped up over the edge of the depression and looked to his dwarven companion. “You are making a mistake.”</p><p></p><p>Allas backed away from Kazrack cautiously, and the dwarf hesitated for a moment, but Beorth did not.</p><p></p><p>“Why do you attack my friend?” Beorth asked Thosir, with anger in his voice. He drew his sword, swung with all his might. The monk reached up and knocked the blade out of alignment with an open palm, side-stepping the blow, but his hand still caught the edge and blood flowed freely down his forearm and splattered from his elbow.</p><p></p><p>“I was only trying to push him out of the way of the arrows,” Thosir replied calmly, but the veins beneath his dimpled and misshapen scalp twitched. “But now I am forced to defend myself.”</p><p></p><p>The monk feigned a punch, but then kicked out down and low, driving his heel into Beorth’s knee with a great strength. The paladin hobbled back, and the monk drew away as well. Beorth got the impression that he had purposefully struck him in a painful, but not vital, spot. (4)</p><p></p><p>Beorth struggled to not let his knee give way, and felt the bite of two more arrows. Blood flowed over his tunic, and shone on his armor in the glare of the afternoon sun disappearing behind the canyon.</p><p></p><p>Kazrack went charging at Thosir, and the monk whirled around and grunted, as he was cut deeply.</p><p></p><p>Martin leapt up and over to Kazrack and speaking an arcane word tossed some colored sand Kazrack’s way, and a spray of rainbow lights washed over his companion.</p><p></p><p>“Martin, stop it!” the dwarf cursed. “I am still in the way!”</p><p></p><p>Ratchis, who had been climbing out of the great pit altogether to get at the archer, decided he was needed below, and dropped on Allas who seemed ready to join the fray again. The monk collapsed under the great weight of the half-orc driving him into the packed earth. Ratchis landed painfully on his own shoulder, but rolled away. </p><p></p><p>Allas lay there bleeding from his head and nose, unconscious. Ratchis was now visible.</p><p></p><p>Happy for the distraction Kazrack became, Beorth was able to lay a hand upon his chest and call out to Anubis to close some of his wounds. However, he made himself a stationary target and felt the bite of another arrow. Reflexively, he ducked and a second arrow struck Derek in the chest, and the young ranger fell down bleeding to death.</p><p></p><p>Thosir took the moment of distraction to duck his head down and turn to rush at Beorth, but Kazrack swung his halberd around cleaved into the monk’s calf. Thosir fell bleeding out.</p><p></p><p>“Martin, Come! Levitate me up to the archer so I might cut her down from her perch,” Kazrack called to the watch-mage. Martin hurried over, but instead of casting a spell, he tried to rip the halberd from Kazrack’s grasp.</p><p></p><p>“This is a mistake!” Martin said. Kazrack pulled it back out of the mage’s weak grip easily.</p><p></p><p>Ratchis made it to his feet, and looked up only to see Lomax coming down on him, with a great flying kick. The hard heel of the monk’s foot slammed Ratchis’ chin and cut open his lip, it immediately swelled and ran with blood. He felt a tooth crack and break apart upon his tongue, and the bruise grow, as all the capillaries burst beneath his left eye. </p><p></p><p>“If you must be foes, then worthy foes you be, “ Lomax said. “I am unafraid to go to Anubis’ Realm. Are you?”</p><p></p><p>Ratchis staggered back and called to Nephthys to close his wound, as he dodged wildly to avoid Lomax’s flurry of blows. </p><p></p><p>“Kazrack, over here!” he called to his friend for aid, seeing the dwarf had dispatched another of the monks.</p><p></p><p>Kazrack moved to help Ratchis, but Martin leapt to grapple him and hold him back. The dwarf simply spun around and struck the watch-mage across the face with the shaft of his pole arm.</p><p></p><p>“Cut it out!” the dwarf yelled at the mage, and then turned around marching towards Ratchis and Lomax. “I think Martin is ensorcelled.”</p><p></p><p>The dwarf swung his halberd at the monk’s legs, and Lomax attempted to jump over it, but Kazrack clipped his foot. There was a gush of blood and the monk landed on his side. The monk kicked his legs out in front of him and rolled up to a sitting position, and then continued to spin his body, until he was suddenly turned upright, keeping blows from both his foes at bay. He slammed his foot into Kazrack’s lower abdomen. The dwarf grunted in pain, and then felt Martin futilely grabbing at him from behind. </p><p></p><p>The watch-mage’s lip was split as well.</p><p></p><p>Lomax’s spinning did not deter Ratchis and spitting on his hands he gripped his warhammer and brought it down on the monk twice. Lomax staggered and felt the bite of Kazrack’s halberd. The monk fell, and this time did not get back up.</p><p></p><p>Beorth lay a hand on Derek and whispered to Anubis. Stabilized, Beorth was now able to heft his companion over his shoulder and move toward the camp.</p><p></p><p>Ratchis immediately dropped his hammer and began returning arrows at the strange hobgoblin monk, as she appeared just long enough to send two arrows towards him. The fell just short of him.</p><p></p><p>“Martin, levitate me up there, and the bind your <em>friends</em>, the monks,” Kazrack said, pushing the mage away from him a bit.</p><p></p><p>“You can’t move in any direction but up an down with levitate,” Ratchis said. “It won’t work.”</p><p></p><p>“I think the only safety lies in the pit,” Beorth said, hustling past them with Derek, and moving around the camp towards the boarded up trapdoor. He laid Derek down gently and then leapt down to that lower level.</p><p></p><p>Kazrack grunted, and laid a finger on Lomax’s forehead. “Rivkanal, please stop our foe’s bleeding.”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Martin slapped his own forehead in dismay, “…Oh, no, not again!”</p><p></p><p>“Martin! I need help getting the body down,” Beorth called from over by the boards, where he was pushing the heavy rock off.</p><p></p><p>“We can’t go down there in the state we’re in,” Ratchis said. “We don’t know what is down there. We’ll search the bags and see if Martin’s thing are here.”</p><p></p><p>Kazrack walked over and stabilized Thosir as well, but he was distracted craning his head to get a view of the archer. The arrows had stopped coming down, and no sign had been seen of the bizarre monk from behind the large stone she had fired from.</p><p></p><p>“I’m afraid we will fall to this archer,” Beorth said, gently putting his hands beneath Derek’s shoulders, while Martin grabbed the boy’s feet. The brought him down to the camp level of the pit.</p><p></p><p>Ratchis came down into the camp, and started kicking at the monk’s bags, taking a cursory look at what might be there, while pointing a heavy crossbow up to where he had last seen the archer.</p><p></p><p>Martin crawled over to look at the packs more carefully, and once they were convinced the archer had left Ratchis and Kazrack collected the monks and laid them out on their bedrolls.</p><p></p><p>“We have no other choice but to go down there now,” Beorth said, pulling up the planks. “We are too exposed here. There is no other way.”</p><p></p><p><strong>End of Session #55</strong> </p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p><strong>Notes</strong>:</p><p></p><p>(1) D’nar, which means ‘uncut gem stone’, is Kazrack’s name for Ratchis in dwarven.</p><p></p><p>(2) This monk is a hobgoblin. Hobgoblins were long ago made extinct in Derome-Delem and the islands of Herman Land. They can still be found in great numbers in the west in Thricia and El Reino Unido de Las Familias Superiores, and in smaller groups in the Black Islands and Neergaard to the east.</p><p></p><p>(3) <strong>DM’s Note:</strong> This was a <em>suggestion</em>.</p><p></p><p>(4) <strong>DM’s Note:</strong> He dealt subdual damage.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="el-remmen, post: 1452010, member: 11"] [b]End of Session #55[/b] [b]Session #55 (part ii)[/b] “Yes, this must be some other force seeking entrance here,” Beorth attempted. The monk named Allas merely shrugged, but continued towards Derek to try to keep him from firing more arrows. “I think our thief found us again,” Kazrack said, of the figure that had fled. ”Thief? Whatever do you mean?” Lomax asked. “Some of our goods were stolen in the night,” Martin replied for the group, stopping himself from searching through the monks’ packs. The chance for peaceful resolution seemed to increase again. “Well, be that as it may now that this [I]thief[/I] has been spotted do you think he will go away, or that that he will return?” Lomax asked. “He probably seeks the same knowledge we all do,” Beorth said. “He will return.” “Shall we go track him down?” Kazrack asked. “We cannot leave our posts, but you may do as you please,” Lomax said, his body was tense and ready to spring. “We cannot risk your invisible friend slipping below while we are made to think he has left with you.” “D’nar (1), come closer,” Kazrack called to Ratchis. “I am fine where I am,” the half-orc called from his spot between the ledge down to the lower level, and the pit the camp was made in. Allas turned back from Derek, and made a grab in Ratchis’ direction, but totally missed. Before anyone could react to this, Derek cried out as an arrow clipped his shoulder from eastern side of the pit, where the tall ravine walls were. Everyone looked up instead, and saw that the figure that had cut the rope before had moved to the other side of the pit. It was tall humanoid of some kind, with the goblinoid features prominent snout, with thin lips, large eyes and large canines, and a swarthy orange pallor. Outfitted in black, they could see this monk used a recurved longbow, and the slightest swell on its chest showed it to be a female of whatever race she was, for she was nearly six-feet tall and as broad as Ratchis, but as her hood fell away they could see she had one tail of braided blue-white hair tucked behind one pointed ear. (2) Allas shrugged again, and continued to swing his arms before him, looking for Ratchis. Derek spun around and fired an arrow back at the bizarre monk-monster-woman, but she ducked behind a protruding rock, only to emerge from the other side and send two more arrow at Derek, who leapt backward, and cursed, feeling the bite of both. This monk was an excellent archer. Martin popped back up to the upper level away from the camp, craning his neck to see who was firing the arrows. “You are vulnerable up here,” Lomax warned the watch-mage. “Get back down.” Martin hopped back down. “Who is it? What is it?” he asked. Thosir came running at Derek, and tried to shove him forcefully off the ledge to the next one ten feet below, but the young woodsman side-stepped, but this left Beorth as the only open shot for the archer above, and he winced as he felt the bite of the broad steel-headed arrows. Undaunted by the arrows, Kazrack scrambled up to the main plateau just in time to see Thosir try to push Derek. “We are betrayed!” he cried, and took a hard chop at Allas. The monk sucked in air through his teeth, as blood cascaded down his leg. He whipped around and took a defensive position. “Why did you betray us?” “Why did you attack me?” His eyes growing wide, as he watched for another attack from the dwarf. Lomax leapt down to martin, putting space between himself and the attack dwarf. “You must stop your dwarven friend,” the monk said in a convincing voice. (3) “He is making a mistake.” “Kazrack! Stop! What are you doing?” Martin popped up over the edge of the depression and looked to his dwarven companion. “You are making a mistake.” Allas backed away from Kazrack cautiously, and the dwarf hesitated for a moment, but Beorth did not. “Why do you attack my friend?” Beorth asked Thosir, with anger in his voice. He drew his sword, swung with all his might. The monk reached up and knocked the blade out of alignment with an open palm, side-stepping the blow, but his hand still caught the edge and blood flowed freely down his forearm and splattered from his elbow. “I was only trying to push him out of the way of the arrows,” Thosir replied calmly, but the veins beneath his dimpled and misshapen scalp twitched. “But now I am forced to defend myself.” The monk feigned a punch, but then kicked out down and low, driving his heel into Beorth’s knee with a great strength. The paladin hobbled back, and the monk drew away as well. Beorth got the impression that he had purposefully struck him in a painful, but not vital, spot. (4) Beorth struggled to not let his knee give way, and felt the bite of two more arrows. Blood flowed over his tunic, and shone on his armor in the glare of the afternoon sun disappearing behind the canyon. Kazrack went charging at Thosir, and the monk whirled around and grunted, as he was cut deeply. Martin leapt up and over to Kazrack and speaking an arcane word tossed some colored sand Kazrack’s way, and a spray of rainbow lights washed over his companion. “Martin, stop it!” the dwarf cursed. “I am still in the way!” Ratchis, who had been climbing out of the great pit altogether to get at the archer, decided he was needed below, and dropped on Allas who seemed ready to join the fray again. The monk collapsed under the great weight of the half-orc driving him into the packed earth. Ratchis landed painfully on his own shoulder, but rolled away. Allas lay there bleeding from his head and nose, unconscious. Ratchis was now visible. Happy for the distraction Kazrack became, Beorth was able to lay a hand upon his chest and call out to Anubis to close some of his wounds. However, he made himself a stationary target and felt the bite of another arrow. Reflexively, he ducked and a second arrow struck Derek in the chest, and the young ranger fell down bleeding to death. Thosir took the moment of distraction to duck his head down and turn to rush at Beorth, but Kazrack swung his halberd around cleaved into the monk’s calf. Thosir fell bleeding out. “Martin, Come! Levitate me up to the archer so I might cut her down from her perch,” Kazrack called to the watch-mage. Martin hurried over, but instead of casting a spell, he tried to rip the halberd from Kazrack’s grasp. “This is a mistake!” Martin said. Kazrack pulled it back out of the mage’s weak grip easily. Ratchis made it to his feet, and looked up only to see Lomax coming down on him, with a great flying kick. The hard heel of the monk’s foot slammed Ratchis’ chin and cut open his lip, it immediately swelled and ran with blood. He felt a tooth crack and break apart upon his tongue, and the bruise grow, as all the capillaries burst beneath his left eye. “If you must be foes, then worthy foes you be, “ Lomax said. “I am unafraid to go to Anubis’ Realm. Are you?” Ratchis staggered back and called to Nephthys to close his wound, as he dodged wildly to avoid Lomax’s flurry of blows. “Kazrack, over here!” he called to his friend for aid, seeing the dwarf had dispatched another of the monks. Kazrack moved to help Ratchis, but Martin leapt to grapple him and hold him back. The dwarf simply spun around and struck the watch-mage across the face with the shaft of his pole arm. “Cut it out!” the dwarf yelled at the mage, and then turned around marching towards Ratchis and Lomax. “I think Martin is ensorcelled.” The dwarf swung his halberd at the monk’s legs, and Lomax attempted to jump over it, but Kazrack clipped his foot. There was a gush of blood and the monk landed on his side. The monk kicked his legs out in front of him and rolled up to a sitting position, and then continued to spin his body, until he was suddenly turned upright, keeping blows from both his foes at bay. He slammed his foot into Kazrack’s lower abdomen. The dwarf grunted in pain, and then felt Martin futilely grabbing at him from behind. The watch-mage’s lip was split as well. Lomax’s spinning did not deter Ratchis and spitting on his hands he gripped his warhammer and brought it down on the monk twice. Lomax staggered and felt the bite of Kazrack’s halberd. The monk fell, and this time did not get back up. Beorth lay a hand on Derek and whispered to Anubis. Stabilized, Beorth was now able to heft his companion over his shoulder and move toward the camp. Ratchis immediately dropped his hammer and began returning arrows at the strange hobgoblin monk, as she appeared just long enough to send two arrows towards him. The fell just short of him. “Martin, levitate me up there, and the bind your [I]friends[/I], the monks,” Kazrack said, pushing the mage away from him a bit. “You can’t move in any direction but up an down with levitate,” Ratchis said. “It won’t work.” “I think the only safety lies in the pit,” Beorth said, hustling past them with Derek, and moving around the camp towards the boarded up trapdoor. He laid Derek down gently and then leapt down to that lower level. Kazrack grunted, and laid a finger on Lomax’s forehead. “Rivkanal, please stop our foe’s bleeding.” Suddenly, Martin slapped his own forehead in dismay, “…Oh, no, not again!” “Martin! I need help getting the body down,” Beorth called from over by the boards, where he was pushing the heavy rock off. “We can’t go down there in the state we’re in,” Ratchis said. “We don’t know what is down there. We’ll search the bags and see if Martin’s thing are here.” Kazrack walked over and stabilized Thosir as well, but he was distracted craning his head to get a view of the archer. The arrows had stopped coming down, and no sign had been seen of the bizarre monk from behind the large stone she had fired from. “I’m afraid we will fall to this archer,” Beorth said, gently putting his hands beneath Derek’s shoulders, while Martin grabbed the boy’s feet. The brought him down to the camp level of the pit. Ratchis came down into the camp, and started kicking at the monk’s bags, taking a cursory look at what might be there, while pointing a heavy crossbow up to where he had last seen the archer. Martin crawled over to look at the packs more carefully, and once they were convinced the archer had left Ratchis and Kazrack collected the monks and laid them out on their bedrolls. “We have no other choice but to go down there now,” Beorth said, pulling up the planks. “We are too exposed here. There is no other way.” [b]End of Session #55[/b] -------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Notes[/b]: (1) D’nar, which means ‘uncut gem stone’, is Kazrack’s name for Ratchis in dwarven. (2) This monk is a hobgoblin. Hobgoblins were long ago made extinct in Derome-Delem and the islands of Herman Land. They can still be found in great numbers in the west in Thricia and El Reino Unido de Las Familias Superiores, and in smaller groups in the Black Islands and Neergaard to the east. (3) [b]DM’s Note:[/b] This was a [I]suggestion[/I]. (4) [b]DM’s Note:[/b] He dealt subdual damage. [/QUOTE]
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