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<blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 4917914" data-attributes="member: 99">The PC's watched in confusion as the charred scales fell from around the edges of the Seal of the High Priest.&nbsp; The the lifeless eyes of Baelthrax blazed with green fire and the corpse rose from the floor.&nbsp; Its massive head turned to regard them.&quot;You've done well,&quot; it growled in Draconic.&nbsp; The voice was familiar as the one that had spoken Baelthrax's true name to them.The group backpedaled and held their weapons at the ready.&nbsp; Mialain knelt by Eshik, knowing that he was beyond her help now.&nbsp; Astavian raised his voice in challenge, &quot;Who are you?&quot;The undead dragon reared up to its full height as some of its scales along with chunks of flesh began to fall to the ground around it.&nbsp; &quot;I am the High Priest of Ryukaar!&nbsp; The REAL Ryukaar!&nbsp; Not that false effigy that you bow to!&quot;Astavian gritted his teeth in anger.&nbsp; &quot;LIES!&quot;&quot;Oh no my little whelp, I assure you that I speak the truth.&nbsp; You can hear it in my voice.&nbsp; I am he who stood at the hand of a true god!&nbsp; Not this usurper of his name that you follow!&nbsp; Even the ideals of Ryukaar have been perverted!&nbsp; 'Mercy'?&nbsp; 'Justice'?&nbsp; These are the crutches of those unwilling to wield true power to its fullest.&nbsp; Ryukaar, the REAL Ryukaar, represented one thing above all:&nbsp; Vengeance upon those who dared oppose him.&nbsp; And that legacy is one that I intend to honor.&quot;Astavian knew not what to say.The Dragon lowered his head and voice, &quot;I will need those who can aid me.&nbsp; Now that you understand how you have been lied to and misled all these years, I expect that none has a greater desire for vengeance than you do.&nbsp; Join me and our crusade for revenge can begin!&nbsp; Bring along your friends as well!&nbsp; Those who would stand and face Baelthrax, even though I gave you an unfair advantage against him, are individuals that I would find useful.&quot;Anger flared in Zannes eyes and hellish magic played across her fingers.&nbsp; She thought to herself that it might be possible to rip the Seal from the creature's skull if she acted quickly and decisively...But the consequences for failure would be certain death.&nbsp; She would bide her time.Astavian gathered himself in the face of the mighty and evil beast before him, &quot;I still doubt the words that drip from your evil tongue.&nbsp; But I know this:&nbsp; The ideals of my faith are worthy and true, no matter who extolls them!&nbsp; I will not turn my back on them now, or ever!&quot;A moment of frustration crept into the voice of the High Priest.&nbsp; &quot;Unfortunate.&quot;&nbsp; In a moment it changed to evil mirth, &quot;Well as I've said, you've done me a great service and that requires a reward of sorts.&nbsp; Therefore I grant you another minute of life, beginning...now.&quot;The PC's looked at each other.&nbsp; The High Priest began to count.&quot;ONE.&quot;&quot;TWO.&quot;&quot;THREE.&quot;&quot;FOUR.&quot;There was no chance of them getting much further than the far side of the bridge if they ran for it.&nbsp; Zanne began to mentally prepare herself for a battle she did not think she could win.&nbsp; Astavian and Mialain did the only reasonable thing they could think of.&nbsp; They prayed...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rel, post: 4917914, member: 99"] The PC's watched in confusion as the charred scales fell from around the edges of the Seal of the High Priest. The the lifeless eyes of Baelthrax blazed with green fire and the corpse rose from the floor. Its massive head turned to regard them. "You've done well," it growled in Draconic. The voice was familiar as the one that had spoken Baelthrax's true name to them. The group backpedaled and held their weapons at the ready. Mialain knelt by Eshik, knowing that he was beyond her help now. Astavian raised his voice in challenge, "Who are you?" The undead dragon reared up to its full height as some of its scales along with chunks of flesh began to fall to the ground around it. "I am the High Priest of Ryukaar! The REAL Ryukaar! Not that false effigy that you bow to!" Astavian gritted his teeth in anger. "LIES!" "Oh no my little whelp, I assure you that I speak the truth. You can hear it in my voice. I am he who stood at the hand of a true god! Not this usurper of his name that you follow! Even the ideals of Ryukaar have been perverted! 'Mercy'? 'Justice'? These are the crutches of those unwilling to wield true power to its fullest. Ryukaar, the REAL Ryukaar, represented one thing above all: Vengeance upon those who dared oppose him. And that legacy is one that I intend to honor." Astavian knew not what to say. The Dragon lowered his head and voice, "I will need those who can aid me. Now that you understand how you have been lied to and misled all these years, I expect that none has a greater desire for vengeance than you do. Join me and our crusade for revenge can begin! Bring along your friends as well! Those who would stand and face Baelthrax, even though I gave you an unfair advantage against him, are individuals that I would find useful." Anger flared in Zannes eyes and hellish magic played across her fingers. She thought to herself that it might be possible to rip the Seal from the creature's skull if she acted quickly and decisively...But the consequences for failure would be certain death. She would bide her time. Astavian gathered himself in the face of the mighty and evil beast before him, "I still doubt the words that drip from your evil tongue. But I know this: The ideals of my faith are worthy and true, no matter who extolls them! I will not turn my back on them now, or ever!" A moment of frustration crept into the voice of the High Priest. "Unfortunate." In a moment it changed to evil mirth, "Well as I've said, you've done me a great service and that requires a reward of sorts. Therefore I grant you another minute of life, beginning...now." The PC's looked at each other. The High Priest began to count. "ONE." "TWO." "THREE." "FOUR." There was no chance of them getting much further than the far side of the bridge if they ran for it. Zanne began to mentally prepare herself for a battle she did not think she could win. Astavian and Mialain did the only reasonable thing they could think of. They prayed... [/QUOTE]

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