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Sir Gerard d'Montfort - In his own words (a tale of Anka Seth)- Updated Nov 11th
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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 4047893" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>The water exploded outwards! A massive shape shot up, splashing the yellow mucous-like water over the edge of the pool. I was glad I had moved away from it as I doubt I could ever have cleaned that substance from my boots.</p><p></p><p>Several tentacles flailed about wildly, groping for something, anything, to grapple. In fluid motion Morgan ducked as one passed over his head, then thrust at it with his sword, sinking it deep. The creature let loose a pain filled roar and directed all its energy at squashing the cause of its grief. One violent swing crashed down beside Morgan, and he just managed to leap aside from another as it smashed into the recently vacated space. The tiles where he had stood shattered and shards went flying. I let loose my bolt just as a tile spun towards my throat. My reactions saved me as I swayed to my left but the movement was enough to cause my bolt to clatter against the wall behind the monster.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly the horror shuddered as a green beam of light struck it. The light surrounded and encased the beast, causing it to shudder and convulse. The light faded causing one the creature one last spasm before it again focused its energy on Morgan. I spun around to see the cause of the strange green light and saw Stravarious, standing well back from the pool with his right arm and index finger outstretched. My companions continued to surprise me. </p><p></p><p>I concentrated on helping Morgan as best as I could. As I loaded my crossbow I glanced up to see it lash out at Morgan once more, this time with its injured appendage. It thundered down on to the tiles but this time they did not give, the tentacle did. Brown blood gushed from the wound, saturating Morgan as the limb swung wildly and the creature screamed in agony. The detached tip writhed uselessly on the mucky floor. </p><p></p><p>Strav threw his arm forward and more green light streamed from his index finger. As it slammed into the beast I noticed its muscles seemed to decay. The remaining tentacles seemed to shrink in diameter and then the monster toppled into the fetid pool to sink beneath the surface. The only trace of its passing were the radiating ripples of the water where it had fallen, and the twitching tentacle tip beside Morgan.</p><p></p><p>Strav had demonstrated an awesome display of power against the creature. If I had never shown him respect before, I would not make that mistake again.</p><p></p><p>Through luck and quick reflexes Morgan had avoided injury, our foes could not say the same. The bodies of our Gerechian assailants still lay strewn about the floor and the pool was now still, the horror within would not worry us again.</p><p></p><p>We spent most of the day investigating the room and a dozen or so small chambers that opened into it. They had nothing of interest, so we turned our attention to the massive chamber itself. </p><p></p><p>After some investigation Strav called out that he had found something and he began scraping muck and mould from the wall opposite the entrance we had come in. “Methinks I’ve found a door.”</p><p></p><p>Morgan and Mortec rushed over to aid him in his repulsive endeavour. I watched with interest, peering over the book of Gerech that we had found the day before. I had been pouring over it hoping to find some sort of clue as to how to leave the temple. It was a faint hope, as it was a book concerning crime and punishment, but it was a damn sight better than immersing myself in filth!</p><p></p><p>“Hey!” called Argonne from a corner where he and Moxadder where searching, “We’ve found ourselves a tunnel.”</p><p></p><p>Well this was interesting. First we have nothing, now we have two places to explore. Argonne the impulsive and Moxadder who was probably beginning to feel at home in a grimy hole, were quick to wander into the tunnel despite our immediate protests. Reluctantly we followed the pair, knowing full well that we would be best served by staying together.</p><p></p><p>The tunnel that they had found looked to be a natural corridor in the rock. Its entrance had been hidden behind coloured tiles that depicted some Gerechian conquest. Moxadder had noticed it when examining the fresco. </p><p></p><p>We could see Argonne’s torch bobbing in the distance. It stopped and we heard Argonne curse loudly and complain of stubbing his toe against the uneven tunnel floor. Rocks jutted out from the floor and walls of the tunnel, but if one was careful it could be traversed without difficulty.</p><p></p><p>We caught the intrepid pair soon enough and after a few chastising words we continued on.</p><p></p><p>Eventually the corridor branched. We chose the right fork as the left, no more than a fissure, seemed to head further down into the depths of the earth. Perhaps five minutes had passed since moving off along the right fork when we heard a strange chittering ahead of us. </p><p></p><p>“Shh!” Moxadder said abruptly, putting a finger to his lips. </p><p></p><p>The lanky man cocked his head and listened intently. Another few moments and the cause for his concern became clear. </p><p></p><p>“<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />! Rat Trolls!” He said as he pushed passed us and ran as best as he could back down the passage.</p><p></p><p>“Best leave now.” Argonne urged, concern evident in his expression.</p><p></p><p>We had encountered Rat Trolls once before, in the burning farm house, but then they were only eyes peering at us from within it. Now they seemed to be a real threat. The chittering was getting louder. As they say, discretion is the better part of valour. We used our discretion and fled. </p><p></p><p>The clattering of claws upon the rock could now be heard, and it was increasing in speed. They had heard us. We reached the branch. Moxadder was waiting there, leaning against a rock. He looked like I felt, exhausted from our flight. I puffed and panted, hands upon knees. I looked back down the dark corridor praying first to Srcan that the Rat Trolls had ceased their pursuit, and then, as I heard their chittering getting louder, to Thuus, a God I rarely invoke, for courage. I could not out run them, I had to make a stand. We had all come to the same silent decision, time to stand and fight. I loosened my rapier in its sheath and loaded my crossbow.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 4047893, member: 46615"] The water exploded outwards! A massive shape shot up, splashing the yellow mucous-like water over the edge of the pool. I was glad I had moved away from it as I doubt I could ever have cleaned that substance from my boots. Several tentacles flailed about wildly, groping for something, anything, to grapple. In fluid motion Morgan ducked as one passed over his head, then thrust at it with his sword, sinking it deep. The creature let loose a pain filled roar and directed all its energy at squashing the cause of its grief. One violent swing crashed down beside Morgan, and he just managed to leap aside from another as it smashed into the recently vacated space. The tiles where he had stood shattered and shards went flying. I let loose my bolt just as a tile spun towards my throat. My reactions saved me as I swayed to my left but the movement was enough to cause my bolt to clatter against the wall behind the monster. Suddenly the horror shuddered as a green beam of light struck it. The light surrounded and encased the beast, causing it to shudder and convulse. The light faded causing one the creature one last spasm before it again focused its energy on Morgan. I spun around to see the cause of the strange green light and saw Stravarious, standing well back from the pool with his right arm and index finger outstretched. My companions continued to surprise me. I concentrated on helping Morgan as best as I could. As I loaded my crossbow I glanced up to see it lash out at Morgan once more, this time with its injured appendage. It thundered down on to the tiles but this time they did not give, the tentacle did. Brown blood gushed from the wound, saturating Morgan as the limb swung wildly and the creature screamed in agony. The detached tip writhed uselessly on the mucky floor. Strav threw his arm forward and more green light streamed from his index finger. As it slammed into the beast I noticed its muscles seemed to decay. The remaining tentacles seemed to shrink in diameter and then the monster toppled into the fetid pool to sink beneath the surface. The only trace of its passing were the radiating ripples of the water where it had fallen, and the twitching tentacle tip beside Morgan. Strav had demonstrated an awesome display of power against the creature. If I had never shown him respect before, I would not make that mistake again. Through luck and quick reflexes Morgan had avoided injury, our foes could not say the same. The bodies of our Gerechian assailants still lay strewn about the floor and the pool was now still, the horror within would not worry us again. We spent most of the day investigating the room and a dozen or so small chambers that opened into it. They had nothing of interest, so we turned our attention to the massive chamber itself. After some investigation Strav called out that he had found something and he began scraping muck and mould from the wall opposite the entrance we had come in. “Methinks I’ve found a door.” Morgan and Mortec rushed over to aid him in his repulsive endeavour. I watched with interest, peering over the book of Gerech that we had found the day before. I had been pouring over it hoping to find some sort of clue as to how to leave the temple. It was a faint hope, as it was a book concerning crime and punishment, but it was a damn sight better than immersing myself in filth! “Hey!” called Argonne from a corner where he and Moxadder where searching, “We’ve found ourselves a tunnel.” Well this was interesting. First we have nothing, now we have two places to explore. Argonne the impulsive and Moxadder who was probably beginning to feel at home in a grimy hole, were quick to wander into the tunnel despite our immediate protests. Reluctantly we followed the pair, knowing full well that we would be best served by staying together. The tunnel that they had found looked to be a natural corridor in the rock. Its entrance had been hidden behind coloured tiles that depicted some Gerechian conquest. Moxadder had noticed it when examining the fresco. We could see Argonne’s torch bobbing in the distance. It stopped and we heard Argonne curse loudly and complain of stubbing his toe against the uneven tunnel floor. Rocks jutted out from the floor and walls of the tunnel, but if one was careful it could be traversed without difficulty. We caught the intrepid pair soon enough and after a few chastising words we continued on. Eventually the corridor branched. We chose the right fork as the left, no more than a fissure, seemed to head further down into the depths of the earth. Perhaps five minutes had passed since moving off along the right fork when we heard a strange chittering ahead of us. “Shh!” Moxadder said abruptly, putting a finger to his lips. The lanky man cocked his head and listened intently. Another few moments and the cause for his concern became clear. “:):):):)! Rat Trolls!” He said as he pushed passed us and ran as best as he could back down the passage. “Best leave now.” Argonne urged, concern evident in his expression. We had encountered Rat Trolls once before, in the burning farm house, but then they were only eyes peering at us from within it. Now they seemed to be a real threat. The chittering was getting louder. As they say, discretion is the better part of valour. We used our discretion and fled. The clattering of claws upon the rock could now be heard, and it was increasing in speed. They had heard us. We reached the branch. Moxadder was waiting there, leaning against a rock. He looked like I felt, exhausted from our flight. I puffed and panted, hands upon knees. I looked back down the dark corridor praying first to Srcan that the Rat Trolls had ceased their pursuit, and then, as I heard their chittering getting louder, to Thuus, a God I rarely invoke, for courage. I could not out run them, I had to make a stand. We had all come to the same silent decision, time to stand and fight. I loosened my rapier in its sheath and loaded my crossbow. [/QUOTE]
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