Ziona
First Post
Enemies and Allies
Lox and Traps Lumley watched as their ally Varr cut down Aarack and greatly injured Arden. Fearing they might be next, Traps concealed himself within the hallway, and Lox guzzled a potion of Invisibility. The brothers did not want to take the chance of being Frostbite fodder.
However, Haley, Dent’s faithful companion tiger, was willing to take the chance to protect her master. She bound into the room and roared fiercely. Instantly Varr had an evil sensation to chop the tiger in two. He couldn’t understand where such compulsions were coming from, he just knew he had to obey. The dwarf raised his axe and brought it down at Haley. At the same time, the tiger began to pounce at the Goblin King who was attacking Dent, and as a result, only suffered minor wounds from the dwarf’s axe.
While Varr’s attention was focused on Haley, Arden sang a short melody and healed herself, preventing her from passing out. She began to crawl towards Aarack to see if she could aid him, but it was too late. As she reached her new ally, she realized how bad his wounds were. Varr had nearly cut Aarack’s torso asunder, and it took everything Arden had in her not to cry out in horror. She was afraid that if she made too much noise, that she might provoke another attack from the dwarf.
At the other side of the battlefield, Inmir and Fynder were still in combat. It seemed that neither of them could manage to hurt the other, which caused each of them great frustration. How could you defeat your foe if you couldn’t even hit them?
Meanwhile, in the middle of the room, Avangel readied his sword as he hovered above Zygamor.
“You shall pay for your crimes!” bellowed Avangel flying down to smite his enemy. “To the Morning Lord I send you!”
The evil mage did not hear Avangel’s threat, for he was still within Arden’s silenced area. However, the mage did feel it when First Light sank deep into his flesh as Avangel dove down upon him. Crying out in pain, the bloodied mage tried to flee from his foe, but found it was too late. First Light came back around and pierced through his chest before he could take another step. Zygamor’s mouth opened in a silent scream, or perhaps a final spell. Blood trickled down his chin and the Hunter fell to the floor in a bloody heap.
Not far from Avangel, Spiderfang was fighting wildly against his own nemesis. The monk succeeded in striking Spiderbane in the ribs several times, when he noticed the wall next to him was swinging open. Expecting a rush of enemies, Spiderfang was surprised to see the corpse of two orcs upon the ground. Emerging from the hidden door was Drizzt, his scimitars dripping with orcish blood. The drow quickly ran to his friend’s side and flanked Spiderbane.
Behind them, the orcish cleric of Gruumsh was still trying to harm Ziona. Seeing the villain from afar, Gnettles began casting. Unfortunately, he was unable to polymorph the orc as he had intended. By this time, Ziona was able to unsheathe her sword and blocked the attack from the orc.
Amidst the howls of pain and shouts of vengeance, barking could still be heard coming from Doc Midnight, who was trying his best to convince his captors that he was just an animal. Realizing that his ploy was not working, he began calling out to Lord Orakhul.
“Hey, Puddin’ Head! Come over here and untie me!”
Lord Orakhul paid him no heed, however, and instead took great delight in watching Varr wreak havoc among his own allies. Orakhul only took his attention away from the dwarf once, when Spiderfang’s apprentice Lia took out her crossbow and began taunting him.
“I have something for you, mage!” she shouted as she fired a holy bolt into the evil wizard.
Feeling the holy sting of the bolt, Orakhul cursed at Lia and began casting. Seconds later, chain lightening burst from the wizard and tore through several of the companions. Lia’s summoned lion had been destroyed, Dent, Zellian, and Inmir had been struck, and Arden was knocked into unconsciousness.
The raging Goblin King took advantage of the stunned ranger and began attacking him again with the Masterson Axe. Dent quickly came to his senses and defended himself against his attacker, but was greatly injured.
While the battle raged on, Megara made her way towards Varr and began casting upon him. The sharp words that rolled off her tongue dispelled the magic that had enchanted the dwarf, so he was no longer hasted and no longer charmed. Feeling more like himself again, Varr looked around the room and saw that Ziona was in danger. The stout dwarf hefted his axe over his shoulder and began charging her way.
“I finish you now,” spat the orc cleric reaching out his hand.
As the evil cleric grasped Ziona’s shoulder, she felt as though her life were draining from her, but her newly found strength and resolve helped her fight off the spells effects. She felt great pain, but still lived despite the evil spell.
Seeing that his victim did not fall over dead, the orc cleric grimaced and began to flee from the half-drow. Ziona took up her holy bastard sword and cut into the orc, causing him to stumble. As he regained his footing, he ran headlong into the charging dwarf. Varr called out a dwarven battle cry and chopped into his foe with Frostbite.
Nearby stood Zellian, who now had a raging orc barbarian to contend with. The drow was well trained as a fighter, however, and was undaunted by the fierce display the barbarian was giving him. Zellian managed to hit his frenzied foe four times, and all the angry orc could do was froth at the mouth.
Meanwhile, back at the entrance of the room, Traps peered around the corner to see what was happening. He began to wonder what had happened to his brother, but he didn’t see him anywhere in the room. Little did he know that Lox actually was in the room, he was just invisible.
When Lox looked around and saw that Ziona was no longer stone, he was overjoyed.
“Miss Ziona! You’re okay!”
No one seemed to hear the halfling’s call over the sound of clashing weapons and cries of pain. Lox felt troubled as he looked around and saw each of his friends fighting a different foe. What could he do to help them? As the halfling began looking around, he noticed the fallen bodies of Arden and Aarack, and clasped his hands to his mouth. He could hardly believe what he saw. They were the most famous adventuring party…he had wished for it, so he knew they were well-known heroes. Famous heroes weren’t supposed to die. He didn’t want to see any more of his friends perish, but what was the halfling to do?
Lox folded his hands over his chest with worry and frustration, and felt a familiar object in one of his pockets…
The Adventure Continues…
Lox and Traps Lumley watched as their ally Varr cut down Aarack and greatly injured Arden. Fearing they might be next, Traps concealed himself within the hallway, and Lox guzzled a potion of Invisibility. The brothers did not want to take the chance of being Frostbite fodder.
However, Haley, Dent’s faithful companion tiger, was willing to take the chance to protect her master. She bound into the room and roared fiercely. Instantly Varr had an evil sensation to chop the tiger in two. He couldn’t understand where such compulsions were coming from, he just knew he had to obey. The dwarf raised his axe and brought it down at Haley. At the same time, the tiger began to pounce at the Goblin King who was attacking Dent, and as a result, only suffered minor wounds from the dwarf’s axe.
While Varr’s attention was focused on Haley, Arden sang a short melody and healed herself, preventing her from passing out. She began to crawl towards Aarack to see if she could aid him, but it was too late. As she reached her new ally, she realized how bad his wounds were. Varr had nearly cut Aarack’s torso asunder, and it took everything Arden had in her not to cry out in horror. She was afraid that if she made too much noise, that she might provoke another attack from the dwarf.
At the other side of the battlefield, Inmir and Fynder were still in combat. It seemed that neither of them could manage to hurt the other, which caused each of them great frustration. How could you defeat your foe if you couldn’t even hit them?
Meanwhile, in the middle of the room, Avangel readied his sword as he hovered above Zygamor.
“You shall pay for your crimes!” bellowed Avangel flying down to smite his enemy. “To the Morning Lord I send you!”
The evil mage did not hear Avangel’s threat, for he was still within Arden’s silenced area. However, the mage did feel it when First Light sank deep into his flesh as Avangel dove down upon him. Crying out in pain, the bloodied mage tried to flee from his foe, but found it was too late. First Light came back around and pierced through his chest before he could take another step. Zygamor’s mouth opened in a silent scream, or perhaps a final spell. Blood trickled down his chin and the Hunter fell to the floor in a bloody heap.
Not far from Avangel, Spiderfang was fighting wildly against his own nemesis. The monk succeeded in striking Spiderbane in the ribs several times, when he noticed the wall next to him was swinging open. Expecting a rush of enemies, Spiderfang was surprised to see the corpse of two orcs upon the ground. Emerging from the hidden door was Drizzt, his scimitars dripping with orcish blood. The drow quickly ran to his friend’s side and flanked Spiderbane.
Behind them, the orcish cleric of Gruumsh was still trying to harm Ziona. Seeing the villain from afar, Gnettles began casting. Unfortunately, he was unable to polymorph the orc as he had intended. By this time, Ziona was able to unsheathe her sword and blocked the attack from the orc.
Amidst the howls of pain and shouts of vengeance, barking could still be heard coming from Doc Midnight, who was trying his best to convince his captors that he was just an animal. Realizing that his ploy was not working, he began calling out to Lord Orakhul.
“Hey, Puddin’ Head! Come over here and untie me!”
Lord Orakhul paid him no heed, however, and instead took great delight in watching Varr wreak havoc among his own allies. Orakhul only took his attention away from the dwarf once, when Spiderfang’s apprentice Lia took out her crossbow and began taunting him.
“I have something for you, mage!” she shouted as she fired a holy bolt into the evil wizard.
Feeling the holy sting of the bolt, Orakhul cursed at Lia and began casting. Seconds later, chain lightening burst from the wizard and tore through several of the companions. Lia’s summoned lion had been destroyed, Dent, Zellian, and Inmir had been struck, and Arden was knocked into unconsciousness.
The raging Goblin King took advantage of the stunned ranger and began attacking him again with the Masterson Axe. Dent quickly came to his senses and defended himself against his attacker, but was greatly injured.
While the battle raged on, Megara made her way towards Varr and began casting upon him. The sharp words that rolled off her tongue dispelled the magic that had enchanted the dwarf, so he was no longer hasted and no longer charmed. Feeling more like himself again, Varr looked around the room and saw that Ziona was in danger. The stout dwarf hefted his axe over his shoulder and began charging her way.
“I finish you now,” spat the orc cleric reaching out his hand.
As the evil cleric grasped Ziona’s shoulder, she felt as though her life were draining from her, but her newly found strength and resolve helped her fight off the spells effects. She felt great pain, but still lived despite the evil spell.
Seeing that his victim did not fall over dead, the orc cleric grimaced and began to flee from the half-drow. Ziona took up her holy bastard sword and cut into the orc, causing him to stumble. As he regained his footing, he ran headlong into the charging dwarf. Varr called out a dwarven battle cry and chopped into his foe with Frostbite.
Nearby stood Zellian, who now had a raging orc barbarian to contend with. The drow was well trained as a fighter, however, and was undaunted by the fierce display the barbarian was giving him. Zellian managed to hit his frenzied foe four times, and all the angry orc could do was froth at the mouth.
Meanwhile, back at the entrance of the room, Traps peered around the corner to see what was happening. He began to wonder what had happened to his brother, but he didn’t see him anywhere in the room. Little did he know that Lox actually was in the room, he was just invisible.
When Lox looked around and saw that Ziona was no longer stone, he was overjoyed.
“Miss Ziona! You’re okay!”
No one seemed to hear the halfling’s call over the sound of clashing weapons and cries of pain. Lox felt troubled as he looked around and saw each of his friends fighting a different foe. What could he do to help them? As the halfling began looking around, he noticed the fallen bodies of Arden and Aarack, and clasped his hands to his mouth. He could hardly believe what he saw. They were the most famous adventuring party…he had wished for it, so he knew they were well-known heroes. Famous heroes weren’t supposed to die. He didn’t want to see any more of his friends perish, but what was the halfling to do?
Lox folded his hands over his chest with worry and frustration, and felt a familiar object in one of his pockets…
The Adventure Continues…
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