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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: 4052045" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>Their screeches sounded in the darkness, louder and louder as the creatures came closer to us. Strav shouted a word and suddenly there was flare and three horrid beasts were illuminated, their terrible forms lit with bright green auras. They were no more than fifty feet away from us. One bounded along the ground, another scrambled along the ceiling and the third leapt across the tunnel from wall to wall. The uneven surfaces were no obstacle, rocks just provided foot holds for the trolls. </p><p></p><p>I loosed a bolt from my crossbow. It struck home with such force that it sent the ceiling climber to the ground in a heap. Jubilation coursed through my body but it was short lived. The beast was on its feet and trailing its friends as though it had only slipped. </p><p></p><p>I heard and felt other missiles whiz past my head, including a bolt of energy that Strav had conjured. Several of the missiles found their targets, but still the Rat Trolls came on. My crossbow clattered at my feet as I whipped out my rapier and prepared for the inevitable onslaught.</p><p></p><p>In an instant ferocious jaws were snapping an inch from my face, the rat troll’s rancid hot breath engulfing me. Bile crept into my throat and as if that was not enough, it clawed at me with its forepaws. I managed to twist away from them and thrust Eldritch Light into its muscular shoulder. Screaming in pain it renewed its frenzied attack. </p><p></p><p>A dagger flew over my shoulder and buried itself to its hilt in its chest; Moxadder was near. Beside me Morgan was trying to hold another at bay. Kuruul, the enigmatic dog, now in humanoid form, flashed at my opponent with his rapier. It took yet another blow, but did not look to weaken.</p><p></p><p>The third troll, the one that I had struck with my bolt now joined the fray. It leapt over the front rank of battle to take on those providing support from the rear. Mortec was knocked away and sent sprawling behind me by the trolls’ gashing claws. The one that faced me turned its attention to Kuruul but before it could gouge or bite him it shuddered as vibrant green light crackled over its body. Kuruul and I seized the moment to simultaneously deliver telling blows. It fell at our feet, green energy still licking around its corpse before that too expired. </p><p></p><p>A scream of agony erupted behind me. I spun to see Mortec with both hands upon the third troll, chanting to his god. It too slumped, shrivelled just as Grisha the dwarf had been.</p><p></p><p>The remaining troll took its cue from our earlier actions and turned tail and fled. Morgan struck it as it turned, staggering it momentarily. I dropped my rapier and retrieved my crossbow, quickly fumbling a bolt into it. I took quick aim and loosed the bolt. It thudded home, striking the foul beast in its back. It crashed to the ground and tumbled to a halt.</p><p></p><p>A quick survey of the party found us all alive although several with new injuries. Argonne, however was nowhere to be seen. It turned out that his fear of the Rat Trolls was so great it had prompted him to continued to run. We found him later cowering behind a massage table in one of the rooms that led off from the pool chamber.</p><p></p><p>Moxadder quickly instructed us to burn the Trolls, “They don’t stay dead unless the fire gets,‘em,” he said. I had learnt to pay heed to Moxadder’s intimate knowledge of Rat Trolls, so we burnt the bodies as best we could.</p><p></p><p>Warily we continued down our original path, and perhaps ten minutes after the point from which we had fled we found a cavern. It, like everything else we had found in the temple complex was filthy. Rubbish and refuse lay scattered everywhere, piles upon piles of it. The others kicked their way through the junk and filth but I could not bring myself to do it. I was almost retching just being in the place. The stink was terrible. Several half gnawed corpses were revealed lying beneath rags. </p><p></p><p>Our rummaging caused a stirring in one of the piles. We readied our weapons in an instant but they were not needed. A thin and starved man emerged into view. He wore the white, well they were once white, robes of a Gerechian. The symbol around his neck confirmed it.</p><p></p><p>“Thank you, thank you, brothers!” he cried, “I feared all was lost.”</p><p></p><p>At least he was coherent, as opposed to all of the other Gerechians we had found in the temple. </p><p></p><p>“Who are you and how did you come here?” I asked unsympathetically.</p><p></p><p>“Ah,” he looked worried, “I am Sneefal the Pius, acolyte of the Great One. Who are you?” he added nervously.</p><p></p><p>“Adventures seeking refuge.” was my curt response.</p><p></p><p>“Ah, I see, you do not follow the Great one?” he said. Our blank response gave him his reply. “Well you’ll find refuge here in Artyom Seth’s ancient temple. It has been unoccupied for centuries.” </p><p></p><p>“You are mistaken.” I said, “This is Constatine Seth’s temple in the Barony of Yorath.”</p><p></p><p>“What? How?” he exclaimed in surprise.</p><p></p><p>Further questioning, by both parties, revealed that he had been in the mountains north of Riverglenn looking for Artyom Seth’s lost temple, when he finally stumbled upon it. He worked his way through the levels, until he finally encountered some demonic black robed figure with piercing red eyes. He fled in terror and then encountered the Rat Trolls. He had been imprisoned here ever since, some ten days he guessed. Strangely his greatest concern was for a baton that had been in his possession. He would not explain to us its significance, but I knew it was of some great import, at least to the young priest.</p><p></p><p>Out of pity we allowed Sneefal to accompany us. </p><p></p><p>With nothing further to explore along the corridor we re-traced our steps back to the fork and headed down the unexplored passage.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 4052045, member: 46615"] Their screeches sounded in the darkness, louder and louder as the creatures came closer to us. Strav shouted a word and suddenly there was flare and three horrid beasts were illuminated, their terrible forms lit with bright green auras. They were no more than fifty feet away from us. One bounded along the ground, another scrambled along the ceiling and the third leapt across the tunnel from wall to wall. The uneven surfaces were no obstacle, rocks just provided foot holds for the trolls. I loosed a bolt from my crossbow. It struck home with such force that it sent the ceiling climber to the ground in a heap. Jubilation coursed through my body but it was short lived. The beast was on its feet and trailing its friends as though it had only slipped. I heard and felt other missiles whiz past my head, including a bolt of energy that Strav had conjured. Several of the missiles found their targets, but still the Rat Trolls came on. My crossbow clattered at my feet as I whipped out my rapier and prepared for the inevitable onslaught. In an instant ferocious jaws were snapping an inch from my face, the rat troll’s rancid hot breath engulfing me. Bile crept into my throat and as if that was not enough, it clawed at me with its forepaws. I managed to twist away from them and thrust Eldritch Light into its muscular shoulder. Screaming in pain it renewed its frenzied attack. A dagger flew over my shoulder and buried itself to its hilt in its chest; Moxadder was near. Beside me Morgan was trying to hold another at bay. Kuruul, the enigmatic dog, now in humanoid form, flashed at my opponent with his rapier. It took yet another blow, but did not look to weaken. The third troll, the one that I had struck with my bolt now joined the fray. It leapt over the front rank of battle to take on those providing support from the rear. Mortec was knocked away and sent sprawling behind me by the trolls’ gashing claws. The one that faced me turned its attention to Kuruul but before it could gouge or bite him it shuddered as vibrant green light crackled over its body. Kuruul and I seized the moment to simultaneously deliver telling blows. It fell at our feet, green energy still licking around its corpse before that too expired. A scream of agony erupted behind me. I spun to see Mortec with both hands upon the third troll, chanting to his god. It too slumped, shrivelled just as Grisha the dwarf had been. The remaining troll took its cue from our earlier actions and turned tail and fled. Morgan struck it as it turned, staggering it momentarily. I dropped my rapier and retrieved my crossbow, quickly fumbling a bolt into it. I took quick aim and loosed the bolt. It thudded home, striking the foul beast in its back. It crashed to the ground and tumbled to a halt. A quick survey of the party found us all alive although several with new injuries. Argonne, however was nowhere to be seen. It turned out that his fear of the Rat Trolls was so great it had prompted him to continued to run. We found him later cowering behind a massage table in one of the rooms that led off from the pool chamber. Moxadder quickly instructed us to burn the Trolls, “They don’t stay dead unless the fire gets,‘em,” he said. I had learnt to pay heed to Moxadder’s intimate knowledge of Rat Trolls, so we burnt the bodies as best we could. Warily we continued down our original path, and perhaps ten minutes after the point from which we had fled we found a cavern. It, like everything else we had found in the temple complex was filthy. Rubbish and refuse lay scattered everywhere, piles upon piles of it. The others kicked their way through the junk and filth but I could not bring myself to do it. I was almost retching just being in the place. The stink was terrible. Several half gnawed corpses were revealed lying beneath rags. Our rummaging caused a stirring in one of the piles. We readied our weapons in an instant but they were not needed. A thin and starved man emerged into view. He wore the white, well they were once white, robes of a Gerechian. The symbol around his neck confirmed it. “Thank you, thank you, brothers!” he cried, “I feared all was lost.” At least he was coherent, as opposed to all of the other Gerechians we had found in the temple. “Who are you and how did you come here?” I asked unsympathetically. “Ah,” he looked worried, “I am Sneefal the Pius, acolyte of the Great One. Who are you?” he added nervously. “Adventures seeking refuge.” was my curt response. “Ah, I see, you do not follow the Great one?” he said. Our blank response gave him his reply. “Well you’ll find refuge here in Artyom Seth’s ancient temple. It has been unoccupied for centuries.” “You are mistaken.” I said, “This is Constatine Seth’s temple in the Barony of Yorath.” “What? How?” he exclaimed in surprise. Further questioning, by both parties, revealed that he had been in the mountains north of Riverglenn looking for Artyom Seth’s lost temple, when he finally stumbled upon it. He worked his way through the levels, until he finally encountered some demonic black robed figure with piercing red eyes. He fled in terror and then encountered the Rat Trolls. He had been imprisoned here ever since, some ten days he guessed. Strangely his greatest concern was for a baton that had been in his possession. He would not explain to us its significance, but I knew it was of some great import, at least to the young priest. Out of pity we allowed Sneefal to accompany us. With nothing further to explore along the corridor we re-traced our steps back to the fork and headed down the unexplored passage. [/QUOTE]
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