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Rappan Athuk: Ravage of The Unusual Heroes!
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Ziona
First Post
The Battle Begins
After healing Varr, Avangel lead the group down the damp and stony corridor. Worried that the halflings might open a door or run into a room senselessly again, he insisted on being at the head of the line. Unfortunately, the celestial elf did not notice the trap that one of the Lumley’s might have seen had they been walking first.
As Avangel rounded the corner and headed right, a giant, spiked grate swung around and connected with his chest! Zellian and Dent ran to his side and helped pull it off of him. However, as they let go of the sinister trap, it snapped back and reset itself.
“How are we going to disable it now?” asked Zellian.
“We’ll tear it from the wall,” said Avangel getting up.
Realizing now how the trap operated, Avangel waited for the grate to swing out at them. This time, however, he and Zellian stopped the spiked instrument and tore at it until it ripped from the wall.
“Well, that’s one way to disable a trap,” laughed Lox.
“Not a very graceful or skillful way, though,” added Traps.
Peering down the hallway, the heroes saw only one door remained. It had to be the one leading to their best friends and their greatest enemies. Avangel turned to his companions and, still feeling the effects of the courageous song Arden had sung, cried out, “Follow me to victory!!”
The heroes were ready to fight for the safety of Waterdeep, for the rescue of their friends, and for the destruction of the evil alliance within. As they opened the door and marched fearlessly into the large room, they noticed familiar faces, (some of which they were happy to see, and some that made their blood boil in anger).
In the right hand corner of the room stood the statue that was now the half-drow Ziona. Locked in cages behind her, were her dragon companions. Both pseudodragon and fairy dragon were unconscious. On the opposite side of the room, tied down on a table, was Doc Midnight. The brave duelist was barking and muttering nonsense like a crazed animal. Between barks, the group could make out phrases like “I’m barking for justice! I’m barking for freedom! I’m barking for what is right!”
Standing in the center of the room was a twisted and demented version of Spiderfang. The follower of Bane, a doppelganger known as Spiderbane, helped capture and torture Tansooth, and was responsible for the murder of Holden. Not far from the evil imposter was Zygamor the Hunter, who had deceived Avangel and was actively hunting Drexel. Behind Zygamor stood the Goblin King who held the Masterson axe, an orcish barbarian, and an orcish cleric of Gruumsh. Smiling evilly in the corner near Doc was Lord Orakhul, and his lackey, Fynder.
Upon seeing his family heirloom in the hands of the orc that killed his family, Dent could no longer contain his lust for revenge! The ranger tore into the room bellowing a hearty battle cry. Not far behind him was Inmir, who had his own score to settle with Lord Orakhul, the mage responsible for disfiguring the forsaker.
Before anyone had the chance to react, however, Avangel lifted into the air, pointing First Light towards the heavens. After a moments prayer, he pointed his sword at Zygamor.
“You shall pay for your deceit, Zygamor,” he bellowed.
Zygamor just smirked at the winged elf and began casting. His disfigured, fiendish face contorted as the words to the spell spilled from his mouth, but his spell seemed to have no effect on Avangel.
“Your fowl enchantments have no hold on me!” cried the elf triumphantly.
Meanwhile, the Goblin King charged at Dent, lashing out and striking him with the Masterson axe. Somehow, the blow only seemed to fuel the fire that was burning within the half-elf. It was obvious to the goblin that the ranger barely noticed the attack.
Tumbling stealthily into the room, Lia pulled forth a black pouch and reached her hand within it. She took out a fuzzy golden-colored ball and threw it on the ground near the Goblin King. Almost instantly the ball shifted and grew, becoming a huge lion! Roaring fiercely, the lion clawed the goblin twice, but missed when it attempted to sink it’s teeth into it’s goblinoid flesh.
Behind Lia, Varr and Gnettles entered the room followed by Arden. Gnettles looked at the dwarf, and began motioning hastily with his hands. Even the words to his spell were very short and fast. Then suddenly Varr felt as though he were moving faster through the room. He looked at the gnome, who was smiling devilishly, and nodded in approval.
At the same time, however, another spellcaster was working their magics on the dwarf. Although he did not realize it yet, Varr was now under Lord Orakhul’s charms.
Behind the dwarf, Arden decided that Gnettle’s spell was a very good idea, and she cast Haste upon herself. Moving slightly faster than she had been, she moved closer to the fray and cast Silence around Zygamor. The half-fiend looked perturbed as he threw her an icy look.
Not far from where Arden stood, Spiderfang pointed a flaming fist at Spiderbane and shouted, “Revenge will be mine!”
Spiderbane took half a step back, then ran towards Spiderfang, leaping into the air with a flying jump-kick that connected with Tansooth’s chest. Spiderfang hit the ground, but was far from being subdued.
Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the room, Inmir was fighting a personal battle of his own. He locked his eyes upon Lord Orakhul and shouted at him as he ran.
“The battle has begun, mage!”
“Ah, Inmir,” said Orakhul calmly. “I thought I recognized your hideous face…or at least the bag you put over it now.”
Before Inmir could reach his nemesis, Fynder stepped up to intercept him.
“You’ll not be touching Lord Orakhul, freak,” he spat.
Fynder struck out at Inmir, but his attack had practically no effect on the forsaker. Inmir laughed in his face the way Orakhul had laughed moments ago.
“No, I won’t be touching him,” said Inmir through clenched teeth. “I’ll be ripping his head from his shoulders!”
As the melee grew within the room, Zellian and Megara made their way in and noticed their daughter in the corner. Feeling both shocked to see her in such a condition, and relieved that she was there, Zellian covered Megara as she made her way towards their daughter. Unable to get very close, Megara clasped her Holy Symbol of Eilistraee, and began to pray from afar. She watched as the lifeless stone became living flesh again. Ziona had been restored.
“Mother?”
“Ziona!”
But there was no time for a joyous reunion. Zellian was being attacked by the orcish barbarian, and the cleric of Gruumsh was fast approaching Ziona. The half-drow felt as though her limbs were numb, and fought to pull her sword from it’s sheath, but could not manage it before the evil cleric was upon her. Realizing that her daughter was in danger, Megara loaded her crossbow and began firing at the orcish cleric.
Meanwhile, Varr hefted Frostbite and used it to chop into Aarack, who was standing beside him. Feeling compelled to hit his companion again, he swung his axe higher and harder this time, and succeeded with a deadly blow. Seeing that Aarack was still standing, Varr swung and struck him again, dropping him to the ground. The dwarf then turned and cleaved into Arden, who didn’t have time to comprehend what had just happened to Aarack.
Blood dripped from Frostbite, and Varr smiled down on the enemy he felled, while Orakhul laughed with evil delight from the other side of the room.
The Adventure Continues…
After healing Varr, Avangel lead the group down the damp and stony corridor. Worried that the halflings might open a door or run into a room senselessly again, he insisted on being at the head of the line. Unfortunately, the celestial elf did not notice the trap that one of the Lumley’s might have seen had they been walking first.
As Avangel rounded the corner and headed right, a giant, spiked grate swung around and connected with his chest! Zellian and Dent ran to his side and helped pull it off of him. However, as they let go of the sinister trap, it snapped back and reset itself.
“How are we going to disable it now?” asked Zellian.
“We’ll tear it from the wall,” said Avangel getting up.
Realizing now how the trap operated, Avangel waited for the grate to swing out at them. This time, however, he and Zellian stopped the spiked instrument and tore at it until it ripped from the wall.
“Well, that’s one way to disable a trap,” laughed Lox.
“Not a very graceful or skillful way, though,” added Traps.
Peering down the hallway, the heroes saw only one door remained. It had to be the one leading to their best friends and their greatest enemies. Avangel turned to his companions and, still feeling the effects of the courageous song Arden had sung, cried out, “Follow me to victory!!”
The heroes were ready to fight for the safety of Waterdeep, for the rescue of their friends, and for the destruction of the evil alliance within. As they opened the door and marched fearlessly into the large room, they noticed familiar faces, (some of which they were happy to see, and some that made their blood boil in anger).
In the right hand corner of the room stood the statue that was now the half-drow Ziona. Locked in cages behind her, were her dragon companions. Both pseudodragon and fairy dragon were unconscious. On the opposite side of the room, tied down on a table, was Doc Midnight. The brave duelist was barking and muttering nonsense like a crazed animal. Between barks, the group could make out phrases like “I’m barking for justice! I’m barking for freedom! I’m barking for what is right!”
Standing in the center of the room was a twisted and demented version of Spiderfang. The follower of Bane, a doppelganger known as Spiderbane, helped capture and torture Tansooth, and was responsible for the murder of Holden. Not far from the evil imposter was Zygamor the Hunter, who had deceived Avangel and was actively hunting Drexel. Behind Zygamor stood the Goblin King who held the Masterson axe, an orcish barbarian, and an orcish cleric of Gruumsh. Smiling evilly in the corner near Doc was Lord Orakhul, and his lackey, Fynder.
Upon seeing his family heirloom in the hands of the orc that killed his family, Dent could no longer contain his lust for revenge! The ranger tore into the room bellowing a hearty battle cry. Not far behind him was Inmir, who had his own score to settle with Lord Orakhul, the mage responsible for disfiguring the forsaker.
Before anyone had the chance to react, however, Avangel lifted into the air, pointing First Light towards the heavens. After a moments prayer, he pointed his sword at Zygamor.
“You shall pay for your deceit, Zygamor,” he bellowed.
Zygamor just smirked at the winged elf and began casting. His disfigured, fiendish face contorted as the words to the spell spilled from his mouth, but his spell seemed to have no effect on Avangel.
“Your fowl enchantments have no hold on me!” cried the elf triumphantly.
Meanwhile, the Goblin King charged at Dent, lashing out and striking him with the Masterson axe. Somehow, the blow only seemed to fuel the fire that was burning within the half-elf. It was obvious to the goblin that the ranger barely noticed the attack.
Tumbling stealthily into the room, Lia pulled forth a black pouch and reached her hand within it. She took out a fuzzy golden-colored ball and threw it on the ground near the Goblin King. Almost instantly the ball shifted and grew, becoming a huge lion! Roaring fiercely, the lion clawed the goblin twice, but missed when it attempted to sink it’s teeth into it’s goblinoid flesh.
Behind Lia, Varr and Gnettles entered the room followed by Arden. Gnettles looked at the dwarf, and began motioning hastily with his hands. Even the words to his spell were very short and fast. Then suddenly Varr felt as though he were moving faster through the room. He looked at the gnome, who was smiling devilishly, and nodded in approval.
At the same time, however, another spellcaster was working their magics on the dwarf. Although he did not realize it yet, Varr was now under Lord Orakhul’s charms.
Behind the dwarf, Arden decided that Gnettle’s spell was a very good idea, and she cast Haste upon herself. Moving slightly faster than she had been, she moved closer to the fray and cast Silence around Zygamor. The half-fiend looked perturbed as he threw her an icy look.
Not far from where Arden stood, Spiderfang pointed a flaming fist at Spiderbane and shouted, “Revenge will be mine!”
Spiderbane took half a step back, then ran towards Spiderfang, leaping into the air with a flying jump-kick that connected with Tansooth’s chest. Spiderfang hit the ground, but was far from being subdued.
Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the room, Inmir was fighting a personal battle of his own. He locked his eyes upon Lord Orakhul and shouted at him as he ran.
“The battle has begun, mage!”
“Ah, Inmir,” said Orakhul calmly. “I thought I recognized your hideous face…or at least the bag you put over it now.”
Before Inmir could reach his nemesis, Fynder stepped up to intercept him.
“You’ll not be touching Lord Orakhul, freak,” he spat.
Fynder struck out at Inmir, but his attack had practically no effect on the forsaker. Inmir laughed in his face the way Orakhul had laughed moments ago.
“No, I won’t be touching him,” said Inmir through clenched teeth. “I’ll be ripping his head from his shoulders!”
As the melee grew within the room, Zellian and Megara made their way in and noticed their daughter in the corner. Feeling both shocked to see her in such a condition, and relieved that she was there, Zellian covered Megara as she made her way towards their daughter. Unable to get very close, Megara clasped her Holy Symbol of Eilistraee, and began to pray from afar. She watched as the lifeless stone became living flesh again. Ziona had been restored.
“Mother?”
“Ziona!”
But there was no time for a joyous reunion. Zellian was being attacked by the orcish barbarian, and the cleric of Gruumsh was fast approaching Ziona. The half-drow felt as though her limbs were numb, and fought to pull her sword from it’s sheath, but could not manage it before the evil cleric was upon her. Realizing that her daughter was in danger, Megara loaded her crossbow and began firing at the orcish cleric.
Meanwhile, Varr hefted Frostbite and used it to chop into Aarack, who was standing beside him. Feeling compelled to hit his companion again, he swung his axe higher and harder this time, and succeeded with a deadly blow. Seeing that Aarack was still standing, Varr swung and struck him again, dropping him to the ground. The dwarf then turned and cleaved into Arden, who didn’t have time to comprehend what had just happened to Aarack.
Blood dripped from Frostbite, and Varr smiled down on the enemy he felled, while Orakhul laughed with evil delight from the other side of the room.
The Adventure Continues…
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Hammerhead
Explorer
A hasted, raged, charmed dwarven fighter/barbarian. Uh oh. Things don't seem to be looking up for the Unusual Heroes.
Breakstone
First Post
Woah!
You see? There always seems to be some sort of friendly fire in this group!
You see? There always seems to be some sort of friendly fire in this group!
PaynAndispare
First Post
Aye, I would have to say that our friend Dent was so excited to be facing his nemisis that he hastilly mispelled Vengance 
I have to agree with you, Ziona does a wonderful job presenting our weekly adventures to you all. Keep it up Ziona!
Varr is one tough mofo ... and to have him tanking our group was ... to say the least ... costly.
From one of my favorite posters ... you always have something very nice to say Horacio
I have to agree with you, Ziona does a wonderful job presenting our weekly adventures to you all. Keep it up Ziona!
