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Message: <blockquote data-quote="incarnuim" data-source="post: 145309" data-attributes="member: 2708">The end of an Aera"Wait! Wait!! I've got it" Boomed Remus, with a deep thunderous laugh.  "The disease is resistant to magic, right? so we just Teleport him downstairs.""That won't do anything, it just proves that you really don't know squat Remus." whispered Yerric."No, no, you're missing it, the diseased portions of his body won't be able to teleport, because they'll resist the magic, only the non-diseased pieces of him will be left." retorted Remus"That sound's pretty gruesome" said Lugtee"Yeah!" chimed Tarmus "What if his bones or his blood or his skin or all three are diseased??  Are you gonna Teleport a holy bag of dried organs and puss downstairs?""But we can bring him back, after the disease is gone, can't we?" Remus looked expectantly at Canthor"The holy writs don't take kindly to this kind of self-immolation. And even if Bryle was to make exception in this case, for he is all wise and all understanding, we would need 51% of the carcass in tact to perform the ritual.  Even Bryle needs clay to mold a chalice. Or so the high priests tell me.""Arangraph is dying" urged Yerric "If something can be done, why don't we give it a shot. The longer we argue, the less likely Arongraph is to have 51% of a carcass.""Enough!!" scolded Lugtee "I'll not have you Strange One's talking about Carcasses and rituals! This is my friends life!! You are talking about life and death here.""*cough cough* you're gonna do what with the hey now?!" asked Arongraph meekly.In unison: "Nothing! go back to sleep!!"Silently and dejected, the party tried desperately to think of something to do."I've got it!" said Lugtee with a snap of his fingers. "Canthor, come with me, I'll need your help!"After a few hours, the screaming began.  Apparantly the cure is almost as bad as the disease, thought Star.  The rest of the party did what they could to avoid the house, what with the screaming and all.Lugtee sent word to the Royal Healer, that if the King had the same disease, this method might work. It had worked with Arongraph, after all.Soon after there was a knock at Arongraphs door, "Open! In the name of Magemaster Diamondflower, Royal Wizard of Huranti! Open the door!!" At length the door was answered, and Magemaster Diamondflower himself sauntered in.  He confiscated the device used to heal Arongraph, and asked how we came by it?  "It was Lugtee's idea" blurted Yerric, making a slight error in the continual information war that is Aera."Oh!? retorted Diamondflower "I thought he was killed at River's End! It is good that he is well." matching blunder for blunder.Several hours later, a well armed group, led by an elf named Hemost, came asking for work.  Star didn't put 1 and 1 together. Preoccupied by hunger, fatigue, or more far reaching concerns, the rogue missed a crucial observation.That night, Hemost and his team assaulted the house (hereafter referred to as "the compound").  Star was the only one asleep at the time, or else he would have given the group more advanced warning.  He was wholly unprepared for an assault.It is unfortunate that the rest of the group sought resistance.  The battle was brief, the party fractured.  In the first few moments, Remus and Yerric were held, utterly motionless.  Star took a few moments to gather his thoughts, and his clothing. But what good could he do without a weapon in hand or armour on his back? Canthor engaged in a spell battle with a sorcerror, trading Flame Strike for Fireball, Wall & Barrier for Dispel Magics, and the brightness of Searing Light for the crackling blackness of Enervation.  Star tried desperately to use what tricks he could muster to save Remus, but he was outnumbered 5 to 1, at those odds, and of diminished capacity, Star fled.  Tarmus, unsuited to the martial arts, crept invisibly toward his brother, using Dimension Door to save him and our charge, Arongraph.Throughout the battle, the party's thought was, "Why is such an experienced team here? What makes a humble lumberjack so important?" Perhaps the machinations and conspiracy's of the Elven Royalty are beyond human comprehension, perhaps the party was caught at the end of some plot which took 300 years or more to come to fruition. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f615.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":confused:" title="Confused    :confused:"  data-smilie="5"data-shortname=":confused:" />Yerric recovered from his paralysis, and returned to the house to aid the others, but to no avail.  Remus, Canthor, and Yerric were defeated.Star finally prepared himself for a singlehanded assault on the compound, opening with a poisoned arrow to the back of a gaurd, but the poison failed to incite further retaliation from Hemost and his team, and the villians fled via Spell.Star contacted a Wizard friend, and Tarmus the local malitia.  The response time was too slow, however and the investigation turned up little, other than that Hemost's team was VERY well financed, and EXTREMELY well connected.Arongraph was safe, at a local inn.  But for how long? That is anyone's guess.  It seemed to Star as though the Outsiders of Aera would breathe their last. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f615.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":confused:" title="Confused    :confused:"  data-smilie="5"data-shortname=":confused:" /></blockquote>

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