Finishing Up
“Hopefully Master Laaris is beyond this door.” Opined Ashimar. The door he was referring to was at the far end of the hall from the lab where they had killed the demon-elf. Once the fight had ended Ashimar had been able to confirm that the creature really was demonic. He and Kestral had also been able to confirm that the creature was carrying several odd, hexagonal coins minted from platinum. One side of the strange coins bore a couple odd runes and the reverse side held a geometric shape. None of them had seen their like before.
Kestral stood up from her perusal of the door’s base. “Doesn’t look trapped to me either.” She informed everyone. “And it’s now unlocked. Shall I?”
The five friends looked at each other and nodded their agreement. Kestral turned and slowly worked the latch and pushed the door in. Beyond, was a forest glade sitting under the open sky. Kestral looked back down the hallway and back into the glade.
Off in the distance she could hear birds chirping. Closer in, the branches of the trees were swaying in the wind. Kestral sniffed once and stepped into the room. Ashimar, then Kellron, then Jallarzi and Panther followed her into the room.
It was peaceful. In the center of the glade was a large bush of some sort with yellow and blue flowers. Off to one side it looked as if someone had chopped down two good size trees, hauled the trunk away, and leveled the stump. It was very peaceful.
Jallarzi and Panther reached the same conclusion almost simultaneously. “It’s not real.” Stated Panther, though his voice indicated that he was intrigued..
Kellron looked around and kicked at the grass underfoot. “Seems real enough.”
Ashimar frowned. He couldn’t see through it, even when Jallarzi pointed out the bed in the center of the room or the bureau and the chairs.
Ashimar wandered around the glade looking at the various small trees and plants. The young man stopped when he reached what looked to be a small tree. In reality it was a table. Concealed beneath the illusionary foliage was a miniature dragon made of brass. As Ashimar studied it, the statue blinked. “Guys?” He called out softly as he knelt down to the study the statue more carefully.
Panther and Kestral looked up from the large bush with the flowers. Panther had found a box under the bed and Kestral was trying to puzzle it out. Seeing that Jared was interested in something she and Panther shared a glance. Panther got up and wandered over to see what Ashimar was looking at. Kestral then looked down at the box, figured out the latch and opened it.
Meanwhile the tiny dragon statue had cocked its head at Ashimar. “Hey there.” He said in a non-threatening voice.
“Hey guys! Potions and a wand!” Called out Kestral.
Ashimar winced and looked at the dragon again. “Do you live here?”
Slowly, the dragon bobbed its head once.
“The Library sent us. They’re worried about the owner here.”
Again the dragon statue bobbed its head. The scales along its neck made a very soft ‘tinging’ sound.
“Is Master Laaris here? Alive?” Ashimar was rewarded with two more head bobs.”
At the mention of magical paraphernalia, Jallarzi had wandered over Kestral’s way. The small wooden box was carved with a flower and leaf motif and lined with blue velvet. Laying securely in the folds of the velvet were four potion flasks and a wand made of some dark wood. Jallarzi cautiously examined the flasks markings. “Two Healing, one Dragon’s Breath, and one of Cat’s Grace.” She pronounced, interpreting the markings. Along the length of the wand was imperial script, of nonsense syllables though.
Ashimar was making headway with the little brass dragon. Apparently Laaris was alive but in trouble. “Do you mind if we take the stuff from the box?” He asked politely. “We’ve fought terrible things already and are hurt. If we need to help Master Laaris then we could use all the help we can get ourselves.” The little dragon cocked its head once and finally nodded assent. Ashimar turned his head slightly. “Gather it all up guys.” Then turning to the dragon. “Can you take us to Master Laaris?”
The dragon looked towards the open door and spread it’s wing. With a couple powerful flaps it lifted off the table, though Ashimar couldn’t see how those fragile beaten wings could lift the brass body, and the dragon flew to a bush (table) next to the door out of the glade.
Kellron looked around and then drew his sword. “Lets go.” He pronounced and the five of them followed the little dragon.
For some reason none of them were surprised when the little dragon led them back to room full of mold and fungus. Panther looked at Kestral who looked at Kellron who looked at Ashimar who finally looked at Jallarzi. It was Kellron who spoke first. He didn’t like the idea of going in, but it was needful. “I’ll go in first.” He told them. “Ashimar, back me up.” It wasn’t the most complex of plans but it would do until they had more information. None of them had a good feeling about this though.
Kellron opened the door and peered in with the light of enchanted torch they had picked up in the alchemical lab. The room was about twenty feet across and maybe twice that long. The ceiling vaulted overhead to a height of about twelve feet. In the center of the room was a long shape, perhaps the size of a dining table, with two people size lumps at either end and large mound growing out of the center. Riotous, sickly colors covered everything in textures of slime and fuzz. Kellron took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
Light intruded upon the growing chaos mold. Normally found only in the darkest reaches of the abyss, chaos mold rarely ever saw light. But millions of years of growth had taught the fungus one thing – only food brought light.
As Kellron crossed the threshold of the doorway the mold released its spores in burst, filling the entire room and crossing the threshold into the hallway beyond. The colored spores covered everyone.
The spores affected Ashimar first and some private images caused him to stand still and stare at the walls, unmoving. Amazingly Kellron was able to fend off the effects of the spores. Kestral was overcome with images of demonic elves and orcs surrounding her and she immediately attacked Ashimar out of self-defense. By some stroke of luck neither Jallarzi nor Panther were affected by the spores, both having exhaled at the time the spores had nearly set upon them each. Both of the half-elves wisely decided to back away.
Then the free for all began, being attacked apparently impacted upon Ashimar’s delusions and he pulled his rapier and set upon Kestral. Kellron, shaking his head to clear it became disorientated and stood stock still looking at the images his mind conjured. Worried, Jallarzi dropped a sleep spell on top of her three friends. Fortunately none of them were of the right mind to resist and they all fell to the floor, asleep. “Get the door!” She commanded Panther. Disregarding personal safety, the half-elf bard ran to the door and closed it.
When Ashimar, Kellron, and Kestral came to, they found themselves bound with the very ropes that they had carried.
“Are you all right now?” Asked Jallarzi.
“Except for whatever died in my mouth, yes.” Replied Ashimar. None of the three felt good and a massive headache was promising to develop.
Jallarzi and Panther let their friends sit for a minute before they finally consented to release them. They then conferred for a bit. This time, armed with information, they developed a new plan.
Kestral and Ashimar cut long strips of cloth scavenged from the dead demon-orcs. They then dashed into the kitchen with the flying utensils and wetted them down from a seemingly ever-flowing pipe. Fortunately neither of them was hurt in the process.
Kellron and Ashimar then tied the wet strips of cloth over their mouth and noses. Kestral and Panther took their bows out and along with Jallarzi stayed at the far end of the hall away from the door to the dining room.
Ashimar then looked at the little dragon. “We need you to fly to your master.” He told the little dragon, which nodded assent. So saying, he and Kellron readied themselves, looked at each other, then opened the door.
The little dragon took off like a shot to the lump on the right; the movement causing the chaos mold to erupt in spores again. Unaffected this time, Kellron and Ashimar headed to the body that the little dragon was sitting on top of. They were halted when the lump in the center of the table stood up, and six wicked long branches sprouted from it. For all the world, it looked like a mold-covered mushroom with sharp branches and tendrils hanging from it. The colors were in slime-purple and putrid-green.
One of the branches snapped out and scrapped along Ashimar’s chest. He avoided screaming as fire burnt along the wound. He might have screamed if had seen the poison of the violet fungus cause the skin along the wound to turn black and gangrenous. Ignoring the pain, he drew his rapier and tried to puncture the fungus, putting a cut along
Neither Kestral or Panther had a clear shot at the thing, but they let fly with their arrows anyway. Jallarzi followed up with her last magic missile. Seeing that Ashimar was engaged and knowing there were two lumps in there, Kestral put down her bow and ran down the hallway, taking a deep breath before she got too near the door.
Kellron by this time had grabbed the lump that the dragon was sitting on, and wiped away the mold and slime, revealing a gray-haired man in his late fifties of sixties. The man was in bad shape, obviously dehydrated and starving. Kellron started to drag the man out.
Kestral went around the other side, giving the paladin of Sarath a clear shot to the door. Unfortunately the violet fungus sensed her movement and showed that it had surprising reach with it’s tendril like branches. The branch scored a hit along her arm and it wall Kestral could do to not scream and inahale the spores. The poison of the fungus burned down her arm and the weakness it caused nearly made her collapse under her own weight. This gave Ashimar the opening he needed though, and he was able to stab his rapier deep into the creature’s mushroom like head. Luckily he hit something vital and the violet fungus collapsed to the table, inert.
Kestral and Ashimar were then able to wrestle the second lump away, a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties. She looked to be in nearly as bad a shape as Master Laaris.
The five companions decide to spend the night in Master Laaris’ chambers rather than risk trying to figure out how to leave immediately. Kellron used his battlefield first-aid skills to tend to Master Laaris and his apprentice and Kestral and Ashimar throughout the night. Fortunately Master Laaris and his apprentice recovered quickly under the care and he was able to tell the party a little about what had happened. The five companions felt a little used when they discovered they had been sent in because the other mages feared to face the hakeashar themselves. They consoled themselves with the strange platinum coins though and the remaining potions and the wand that Master Laaris gifted them with.
In the morning Master Laaris used his Master’s Ring to open the gate to the Blasingdale Library, and the seven people walked to the other side to be greeted by a relieved Master Kiel. As promised, he had an enchanted cloak waiting for them. Thanking him the group went out into the city to find lodgings and enjoy the time as the Mid-summer festival neared.
The group stayed in town for nearly a week, waiting for the ring they had commissioned to be finished. In the meantime they rested and spent their time doing what interested them. Kellron spent time at the small chapel of Sarath in the city, learning what he could from the priestess there, while Kestral spent time with a sage trying to pick up what she could about the goblin tongue. Ashimar and Panther roamed the city looking for rumors and generally just barely staying out of trouble; while Jallarzi studied her books and contemplated upon acquiring a familiar. At the end of the sixth day they picked up their new ring and resolve to head out of town in the morning with an early start.
On the morning of the seventh day, as the sun was just barely over the horizon, the group left the city of Blasingdale – perhaps a little regretful about missing the full festival. There were strange rumors and stories about the town leading up to the time before they left. Wererats had attacked the people in the merchants square three days prior and the next day monsters had attacked a play set up in the poor section of the city. Worse, the Library had closed its doors. Fortunately there were mercenaries on hand who had managed to stop these things. The last rumors heard by Kestral was that a party was being thrown in honor of these mercenaries for rooting out the nest of were-rats and bringing down a cabal of evil sorcerers.
Unbeknownst to any of them, if they had delayed their departure even two hours longer the companions would have discovered that the gates would have been barred against anyone leaving.
Four days later the companions presented themselves to the goblin shaman, Burukkleyet, again, this time bearing more food purchased in Milbourne as well as pots and pans and other useful cooking utensils. Burukkleyet seemed like he wanted to renege on the bargain, but the gifts the group bought as well as a useful magic cloak was enough to convince him that it was better to keep up his end of the deal.
Kestral was the one he did the bargaining again, this time with a smattering of goblin words. “Thank you very much.” She said as she handed over the cloak at the same time she took possession of the ring. “You won’t regret this.”
The shaman smiled wanly. “I already do. I’d rather have it all.” He shrugged philosophically. “Still, it’s not a bad deal.”
Not much else to say, Kestral pocketed the ring and the companions made their way back to Milbourne.