handforged
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Oopsie, I guess Lady Aureliana didn't really want to stay behind after all! This maze is getting more and more complicated as things progress. I can't wait to see what happens with the demoness.
~hf
~hf
"Out of the Frying Pan"- Book IV - Into the Fire [STORY HOUR COMPLETED - 12/25/06]
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Gold Roger
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I hope they kill the bitch this time around.
Will we still see Richard and the Monks of Rakafet? It would be kind of anticlimatice for them to go out like that.
And lastly: While I greatly enjoy the updates I have to say I enjoy the DMs commentary even more. When will we see the next one.
Will we still see Richard and the Monks of Rakafet? It would be kind of anticlimatice for them to go out like that.
And lastly: While I greatly enjoy the updates I have to say I enjoy the DMs commentary even more. When will we see the next one.
el-remmen
Moderator Emeritus
Gold Roger said:
This is just round two, I'm afraid. . .
Gold Roger said:
Oh ye of little faith! You've read this whole story hour, what is the common theme? Recurance of NPCs. The question is not IF, but HOW. . . .
Gold Roger said:
You know, I meant to write one right after the battle with Mozek, but somehow it slipped my mind. I'll see if I can whip something up this weekend. I have been battling a cold, so I plan to stay in anyway and get some rest.
Elder-Basilisk
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One week later, here's a bump to let El-Remmen know he still has readers who eagerly await his updates.
el-remmen
Moderator Emeritus
Session #95 (part ii)
Ora-Amira- El opened her mouth and letting her long pointed stud-pierced tongue roll out as she shook her head back and forth, spat forth a stream of red and black fire. Gunthar leapt out of the way, avoiding the flame, but Kazrack cried out and had to smack the at flames out as they roasted him in his armor and threatened to singe his beard.
Ratchis leapt at the demon, great sword in hand, but she laughingly smacked him away and the blade could not even touch her.
“Invisus Maiore!” Martin the Green cast his spell and invisibility covered Kazrack as the dwarf called to his gods to surround him a circle of protection against evil. Roland’s voice joined the clamor of prayers as he blessed the group, and a song was on Sergio’s lips, and suddenly Ratchis, Kazrack, Bastian and Gunthar were moving with greater speed. (1)
Bastian swung his warhammer at the demoness as he dove in at her, but then pulled away as she turned her gaze to him.
“My love? How could you?” She laughed, licking the corner of her black mouth. She stopped and placed her lower right hand on her hip and leaned back a bit in a casual display. “Well, you can start running now. I always find that part so much fun.”
“Invisus Maiore!” Martin chanted again, and this time Ratchis disappeared.
Kazrack stepped back near the portal that led to the Control Room (or at least, had led from the Control Room when they stepped through from there), calling to the others to stand by him and block the way.
“She seems to have taking a liking to you, Bastian,” Sergio said, tugging on the warrior’s arm. “I hope that you will you that to defend me to the best of your ability.”
“Uh, sure,” Bastian replied, puzzled.
As the others backed into the invisible dwarf’s general area, the demoness continued to hang back as well, sucking on a finger playfully.
“Oh, Roland, I think something that must certainly be retrieved right away if you hope to fulfill your quest lies through that portal over there,” she pointed to the portal that Martin had declared as going to ‘Chambers’. (2)
“Not bloody likely, bitch,” Roland replied.
Suspicious of Sergio’s words to Bastian, Ratchis cast detect charm and could see the aura of an enchantment on the human warrior. The curly haired bard stepped behind his would be protector, bumping into the invisible half-orc, and a moment later, when everyone was crammed into the same general area Martin drew out the Wurfel Craft and pressed down on the side of the cube that depicted a garden gate. Suddenly, they were protected by the blue cubic field of light.
“It’s going to be a waiting game is it?” Ora-Amira-El traced the circumference of one of her pustulant black nipples with one her claws, drawing the slightest bit of blood as she pouted her lips. “I have all the time in the world. How about you?” She blew them a kiss with another of her four hands.
Sergio Fontane yelped as he felt the still invisible Ratchis yoke him from behind. The skinny bard was pressed under the half-orc’s arm pit and no amount of wiggling was getting him out.
“Get your filthy paws off of me!” Sergio complained. “There is no time for this! Can’t you see the demoness is right here?”
“Release Bastian,” was Ratchis’ reply.
“Ratchis! Put him down. Come now. This is not the time,” Bastian reasoned.
“Yes, listen to him,” Sergio managed to choke out. “Bastian! Restrain your companion!”
“Release him now,” Ratchis squeezed again.
“Sergio, we do not have time to deal with her and you,” Roland said. “Release Bastian and we can see our way clear of giving you the benefit of the doubt regarding your actions.”
“The spell is gone!” Sergio croaked. Roland confirmed this with a spell and Ratchis let the bard go. “Savages!” the fop added.
Meanwhile, Kazrack and Martin had been sharing whispers as Ora-Amira-El climbed up atop the cube of force. She straddled one corner and Kazrack shuddered as he looked up into her festering demonic substitute for womanhood, and then looked away.
“You know, my son Mozek deserved to die if he could not defeat such a sorry lot as you,” the demoness said. “He always thought he could play with the big boys, but he was so wrong. But oh, did those gnome-boys know how to pleasure their momma…”
Even Gunthar shuddered at that one.
“Everyone be ready to act when I speak,” Kazrack cryptically announced. He turned to the watch-mage. “Martin, be ready to do what we discussed.”
“Oh no!” the demoness feigned worry and leapt back off the cube to spin around and face them. She had two hands on her hips and two at her cheeks in mock anxiety. “Is something going to happen? Are you going to pull off some brilliant plan to defeat me?”
“Now!” Kazrack said, and Martin the Green pressed the side of the stone cube that depicted the sundial. He then walked towards the black portal and the blue cubic force field moved into the stone wall around it, allowing them access, but still blocking the portal from the outside.
Roland hurried through first, followed by Sergio and Kazrack. The dwarf cursed that it should have been him who went through first. Gunthar and Bastian went next and finally Ratchis passed through with Martin right behind him.
The Keepers of the Gate were back in the Control Room. The cold air whirred about them. The blue cube of light pushed against those who had already come through as they were outside of it; only Ratchis and Martin were within. Martin deactivated the cube and everyone turned to watch the portal they had just come through, certain Ora-Amira-El would be coming through any moment; but she did not.
After a few moments they began to relax, though Ratchis would not take his eyes from the portal.
“Look!” Roland called, and his voice carried across the gulf of blue mist below them, seeming to reverberate against grated metal catwalk.
In the center of the chamber, Hurgun of the Stone still hovered, unmoving, surrounded by the spiral of blue white energy. However, there was now a second figure orbiting the paralyzed geomancer. It was a great ape frozen mid-leap with its huge hands balled together over the exposed multi-hued brain of its head as if to strike down on Hurgun of the Stone. But now he just went round and round very slowly, like a fly caught in the paper that was the time elemental. It was Ming the Dakkon King. (3) Every few moments the gorilla’s very essence seemed to wink in and out as the whole spiral pulsed.
“I guess he didn’t make it through, huh?” Bastian said.
“Do you think the demoness could succeed where he failed?” Roland asked.
“Let’s hope not,” Ratchis said, from where he and Kazrack stood ready to push back anyone who came through the portal. He was certain the demoness would come through any moment. “But if she can’t, can we expect to?”
“We have a different goal,” Martin replied. “Fixing the Modron Station. Maybe then we won’t have to deal with whatever that is… Though, I am curious… Bastian, could you summon some kind of fiendish creature, something whose welfare we don’t have to concern ourselves with and sent it in there? We see the ape frozen there, but I would like to see how it happens…”
Bastian agreed. Ratchis grunted disapproval, but did not move to stop them.
The warlock warrior began to chant and trace his circle in the air, but in the end the spell failed.
“Yeah, I thought that might happen,” Martin commented. “When the dismissal didn’t work, I thought summoning might not either; now we know.” (4)
The Keepers of the Gate waited there for a time. The durations of their spells began to expire and as voices and other sounds began floating up to them from the mist below once again, they once again fell to arguing about what to do next.
End of Session #95
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(1) Haste
(2) Suggestion
(3) See Session #92
(4) See Session #93
Ora-Amira- El opened her mouth and letting her long pointed stud-pierced tongue roll out as she shook her head back and forth, spat forth a stream of red and black fire. Gunthar leapt out of the way, avoiding the flame, but Kazrack cried out and had to smack the at flames out as they roasted him in his armor and threatened to singe his beard.
Ratchis leapt at the demon, great sword in hand, but she laughingly smacked him away and the blade could not even touch her.
“Invisus Maiore!” Martin the Green cast his spell and invisibility covered Kazrack as the dwarf called to his gods to surround him a circle of protection against evil. Roland’s voice joined the clamor of prayers as he blessed the group, and a song was on Sergio’s lips, and suddenly Ratchis, Kazrack, Bastian and Gunthar were moving with greater speed. (1)
Bastian swung his warhammer at the demoness as he dove in at her, but then pulled away as she turned her gaze to him.
“My love? How could you?” She laughed, licking the corner of her black mouth. She stopped and placed her lower right hand on her hip and leaned back a bit in a casual display. “Well, you can start running now. I always find that part so much fun.”
“Invisus Maiore!” Martin chanted again, and this time Ratchis disappeared.
Kazrack stepped back near the portal that led to the Control Room (or at least, had led from the Control Room when they stepped through from there), calling to the others to stand by him and block the way.
“She seems to have taking a liking to you, Bastian,” Sergio said, tugging on the warrior’s arm. “I hope that you will you that to defend me to the best of your ability.”
“Uh, sure,” Bastian replied, puzzled.
As the others backed into the invisible dwarf’s general area, the demoness continued to hang back as well, sucking on a finger playfully.
“Oh, Roland, I think something that must certainly be retrieved right away if you hope to fulfill your quest lies through that portal over there,” she pointed to the portal that Martin had declared as going to ‘Chambers’. (2)
“Not bloody likely, bitch,” Roland replied.
Suspicious of Sergio’s words to Bastian, Ratchis cast detect charm and could see the aura of an enchantment on the human warrior. The curly haired bard stepped behind his would be protector, bumping into the invisible half-orc, and a moment later, when everyone was crammed into the same general area Martin drew out the Wurfel Craft and pressed down on the side of the cube that depicted a garden gate. Suddenly, they were protected by the blue cubic field of light.
“It’s going to be a waiting game is it?” Ora-Amira-El traced the circumference of one of her pustulant black nipples with one her claws, drawing the slightest bit of blood as she pouted her lips. “I have all the time in the world. How about you?” She blew them a kiss with another of her four hands.
Sergio Fontane yelped as he felt the still invisible Ratchis yoke him from behind. The skinny bard was pressed under the half-orc’s arm pit and no amount of wiggling was getting him out.
“Get your filthy paws off of me!” Sergio complained. “There is no time for this! Can’t you see the demoness is right here?”
“Release Bastian,” was Ratchis’ reply.
“Ratchis! Put him down. Come now. This is not the time,” Bastian reasoned.
“Yes, listen to him,” Sergio managed to choke out. “Bastian! Restrain your companion!”
“Release him now,” Ratchis squeezed again.
“Sergio, we do not have time to deal with her and you,” Roland said. “Release Bastian and we can see our way clear of giving you the benefit of the doubt regarding your actions.”
“The spell is gone!” Sergio croaked. Roland confirmed this with a spell and Ratchis let the bard go. “Savages!” the fop added.
Meanwhile, Kazrack and Martin had been sharing whispers as Ora-Amira-El climbed up atop the cube of force. She straddled one corner and Kazrack shuddered as he looked up into her festering demonic substitute for womanhood, and then looked away.
“You know, my son Mozek deserved to die if he could not defeat such a sorry lot as you,” the demoness said. “He always thought he could play with the big boys, but he was so wrong. But oh, did those gnome-boys know how to pleasure their momma…”
Even Gunthar shuddered at that one.
“Everyone be ready to act when I speak,” Kazrack cryptically announced. He turned to the watch-mage. “Martin, be ready to do what we discussed.”
“Oh no!” the demoness feigned worry and leapt back off the cube to spin around and face them. She had two hands on her hips and two at her cheeks in mock anxiety. “Is something going to happen? Are you going to pull off some brilliant plan to defeat me?”
“Now!” Kazrack said, and Martin the Green pressed the side of the stone cube that depicted the sundial. He then walked towards the black portal and the blue cubic force field moved into the stone wall around it, allowing them access, but still blocking the portal from the outside.
Roland hurried through first, followed by Sergio and Kazrack. The dwarf cursed that it should have been him who went through first. Gunthar and Bastian went next and finally Ratchis passed through with Martin right behind him.
The Keepers of the Gate were back in the Control Room. The cold air whirred about them. The blue cube of light pushed against those who had already come through as they were outside of it; only Ratchis and Martin were within. Martin deactivated the cube and everyone turned to watch the portal they had just come through, certain Ora-Amira-El would be coming through any moment; but she did not.
After a few moments they began to relax, though Ratchis would not take his eyes from the portal.
“Look!” Roland called, and his voice carried across the gulf of blue mist below them, seeming to reverberate against grated metal catwalk.
In the center of the chamber, Hurgun of the Stone still hovered, unmoving, surrounded by the spiral of blue white energy. However, there was now a second figure orbiting the paralyzed geomancer. It was a great ape frozen mid-leap with its huge hands balled together over the exposed multi-hued brain of its head as if to strike down on Hurgun of the Stone. But now he just went round and round very slowly, like a fly caught in the paper that was the time elemental. It was Ming the Dakkon King. (3) Every few moments the gorilla’s very essence seemed to wink in and out as the whole spiral pulsed.
“I guess he didn’t make it through, huh?” Bastian said.
“Do you think the demoness could succeed where he failed?” Roland asked.
“Let’s hope not,” Ratchis said, from where he and Kazrack stood ready to push back anyone who came through the portal. He was certain the demoness would come through any moment. “But if she can’t, can we expect to?”
“We have a different goal,” Martin replied. “Fixing the Modron Station. Maybe then we won’t have to deal with whatever that is… Though, I am curious… Bastian, could you summon some kind of fiendish creature, something whose welfare we don’t have to concern ourselves with and sent it in there? We see the ape frozen there, but I would like to see how it happens…”
Bastian agreed. Ratchis grunted disapproval, but did not move to stop them.
The warlock warrior began to chant and trace his circle in the air, but in the end the spell failed.
“Yeah, I thought that might happen,” Martin commented. “When the dismissal didn’t work, I thought summoning might not either; now we know.” (4)
The Keepers of the Gate waited there for a time. The durations of their spells began to expire and as voices and other sounds began floating up to them from the mist below once again, they once again fell to arguing about what to do next.
End of Session #95
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(1) Haste
(2) Suggestion
(3) See Session #92
(4) See Session #93
Graywolf-ELM
Explorer
So martin is close to finally casting the spell he has to cast from the book. I'm looking forward to what that actually means.
GW
GW
handforged
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Your depiction of the succubus is quite amazingly graphic. Sexy in all the ways that shouldn't be. I think that the group did the best thing they could have at that point.
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