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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: 4086060" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>We could not see down them very far, not so much due to their spiral but more so the strange fog that hung in the staircase. That did not deter Moxadder, he was quick to go down, despite several appeals from us to regroup and rethink. </p><p></p><p>“That’s interesting.” pondered the lanky, hunched Fastendian to himself as he skulked down the staircase. He faded into the mist.</p><p></p><p>Argonne soon followed the drug addict, “Best I keep ‘im outta trouble.” he said. </p><p></p><p>The dwarfs ambled down too, and then Morgan. I did not understand. There was little or no consultation, people seemed drawn to enter the fog enshrouded staircase with its slime covered dank walls and steps. </p><p></p><p>With a shrug Strav and Mortec joined the others. With a curse I reluctantly followed, another set of clothes was going to be ruined. I really needed to find a tailor as soon as we were out of this horrid place.</p><p></p><p>I trudged down the staircase, the muck squelching under foot. I could barely see Mortec’s tiny shape just ahead of me so dense was the fog. Fingers suddenly clutched at my shirt! I leapt to the side avoid their grasp. Misjudging the opposing wall due to the mist I slammed into it and felt yet more hands groping me.</p><p></p><p>I spun away, this time drawing Eldritch Light and commanding it to illuminate with the words Zmrat had taught me. Lashing out with my glowing sword, I met flesh that offered little resistance. The light it cast revealed a more gruesome sight than I had imagined. No living thing had grabbed at me, I wish that it had. The slime covered walls had human body parts jutting out from within them. I felt myself dry retch as I gazed upon this horror. Arms that I must have brushed against, legs and even the odd torso were embedded into the walls. It truly was a grotesque vision. Viscous ooze dripped from the fingers that sought to grab me. I shuddered as I realised that the sleeve that had been plucked at and my back had been coated in the stuff that clung to the walls. With a deep breath I controlled my natural revulsion and moved on to catch up to my companions.</p><p></p><p>A corridor lay at the base of the stairs and I could hear one of the dwarfs saying gruffly that they had fled from the red-eyed demon just a little further on. Argonne brightly encouraged all to move forward. I passed several closed doors before almost trodding on Mortec.</p><p></p><p>“Sorry my little friend.” I apologised.</p><p></p><p>“I’m not that small!” he answered huffily.</p><p></p><p>We stood in an open chamber. Several pillars supported the ceiling and various pots and jars leant against the walls. Moxadder and Argonne were discussing their contents.</p><p></p><p>“Some sorta goo.” said Argonne.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll bet its some religious stuff. Ya know, sacred or somethin’.” replied Moxadder with conviction.</p><p></p><p>But before they could go on a deep rumbling voice boomed from the within the relentless mist. “Who comes to seek the blessing of Gerech,” it said.</p><p></p><p>A tall looming figure, wisps of mist trailing off the black robes that enshrouded it walked into view.</p><p></p><p>“Who comes to seek the blessing of Gerech?” it repeated.</p><p></p><p>The power in its words sent a chill through me and I seemed to be drawn to its stare. Its’ red eyes seemed to look through my soul. I assume the others felt the same as it shifted its gaze to each of my companions. </p><p></p><p>Stravarious was the first to recover and answered in the only way he knew, with violence. Thin bolts of light sprung from his fingers and struck the figure in the chest. It stumbled slightly and groaned with pain. Even I did not think the black elf’s approach was inappropriate, although it did attract its attention.</p><p></p><p> “So you besmirch the name of Gerech!” it roared as its head twisted to stare straight at Strav. </p><p></p><p>Stravarious howled with pain, clutching his head. He fell to his knees as blood began to flow from his ears, eyes and nose. Groaning with the effort, or pain he stretched out his arm and pointed once more at the black figure with a bloodied finger. Another bolt of light shot out from its tip and struck his assailant. Then Strav fell face forward onto the dank flagstones.</p><p></p><p>His fall stirred me from my stupor. I hurdled him and charged forward, rapier cocked back for an impaling thrust. The demon brushed me aside as if I was of no consequence, but my effort enabled the others to act.</p><p></p><p>Missiles flew at him, some striking home but most clattering uselessly on the cobbles or sinking into the horrid walls. </p><p></p><p>In a display of genius Moxadder called out to the dwarfs telling them to coat their weapons with the supposedly holy unguent that he had found on the jars by the wall. </p><p></p><p>“You cannot harm Holton the Imperator!” it laughed as it carelessly shrugged off more missiles.</p><p></p><p>After following Moxadder’s instructions Rokana led Rahurt and Hakad into the fray, flailing at our foe with their weapons. Each struck true and their coated weapons caused Holton to howl in pain. </p><p></p><p>Again I slashed and again Holton turned away my blade. It was as though he could sense my strikes before I delivered them. Another bolt of light struck him. I looked and saw Strav with Togale beside him. The elf’s hand was thrust before him in the act of hurling his magic. It was the perfect distraction.</p><p></p><p>Argonne seized the moment and charged Holton seeking to grapple him and take him to ground. Effortlessly Holton pushed the woodsman away. </p><p></p><p>Morgan pulled the strange sceptre from his belt and suddenly his muscles seemed to tighten, his back arched and his head snapped back, his legs stiffened and his arms stretched out from his sides. A golden light radiated from him, burning away the mist in the immediate vicinity. He brought his head down and staring at Holton, he strode forward.</p><p></p><p>Holton noticed Morgan immediately. “Mine!” He hissed as he stared at the breastplate worn by Morgan, the very breastplate Morgan had found on the first day of our exploration of the temple, the very breastplate that was in a tapestry on the level above with that very word scrawled in blood on it. But before Holton could lay claim to the breastplate Morgan smashed the sceptre into his chest. The monster screamed in pain. The blow had left a searing golden glowing wound across his chest.</p><p></p><p>It was Holton’s turn to retaliate. He shrugged aside another of my blows and that of one of the dwarfs and grabbed the breastplate that Morgan wore. It shone brighter than before and smoke began to come from the Holton’s sleeves. He jerked his hands back from the pain, the stink of burning flesh now hung in the air. </p><p></p><p>Argonne, now armed with the torch he had been carrying, crashed a blow into Holton’s back. His robes flared as they caught fire. </p><p></p><p>“Enough!” commanded Holton as he clapped his hands together. The clap caused a massive boom to resound through the room. It was so strong that all but Morgan fell to the ground. </p><p></p><p>I looked up from my disadvantaged position to see the imposing figure of Holton raise his hand to strike Morgan and again it was he that was struck by Strav’s bolt of light. Distracted Holton turned once again to Strav. It was to be his undoing. Morgan brought the sceptre down across the side of his head. He was staggered and that gave Mortec the opening he needed. As he had done with Grisha the dwarf Mortec leapt forward his right palm out thrust. The little hand latched onto Holton’s thigh and dark power flowed into it. Holton screamed in agony and then crumpled to the ground.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 4086060, member: 46615"] We could not see down them very far, not so much due to their spiral but more so the strange fog that hung in the staircase. That did not deter Moxadder, he was quick to go down, despite several appeals from us to regroup and rethink. “That’s interesting.” pondered the lanky, hunched Fastendian to himself as he skulked down the staircase. He faded into the mist. Argonne soon followed the drug addict, “Best I keep ‘im outta trouble.” he said. The dwarfs ambled down too, and then Morgan. I did not understand. There was little or no consultation, people seemed drawn to enter the fog enshrouded staircase with its slime covered dank walls and steps. With a shrug Strav and Mortec joined the others. With a curse I reluctantly followed, another set of clothes was going to be ruined. I really needed to find a tailor as soon as we were out of this horrid place. I trudged down the staircase, the muck squelching under foot. I could barely see Mortec’s tiny shape just ahead of me so dense was the fog. Fingers suddenly clutched at my shirt! I leapt to the side avoid their grasp. Misjudging the opposing wall due to the mist I slammed into it and felt yet more hands groping me. I spun away, this time drawing Eldritch Light and commanding it to illuminate with the words Zmrat had taught me. Lashing out with my glowing sword, I met flesh that offered little resistance. The light it cast revealed a more gruesome sight than I had imagined. No living thing had grabbed at me, I wish that it had. The slime covered walls had human body parts jutting out from within them. I felt myself dry retch as I gazed upon this horror. Arms that I must have brushed against, legs and even the odd torso were embedded into the walls. It truly was a grotesque vision. Viscous ooze dripped from the fingers that sought to grab me. I shuddered as I realised that the sleeve that had been plucked at and my back had been coated in the stuff that clung to the walls. With a deep breath I controlled my natural revulsion and moved on to catch up to my companions. A corridor lay at the base of the stairs and I could hear one of the dwarfs saying gruffly that they had fled from the red-eyed demon just a little further on. Argonne brightly encouraged all to move forward. I passed several closed doors before almost trodding on Mortec. “Sorry my little friend.” I apologised. “I’m not that small!” he answered huffily. We stood in an open chamber. Several pillars supported the ceiling and various pots and jars leant against the walls. Moxadder and Argonne were discussing their contents. “Some sorta goo.” said Argonne. “I’ll bet its some religious stuff. Ya know, sacred or somethin’.” replied Moxadder with conviction. But before they could go on a deep rumbling voice boomed from the within the relentless mist. “Who comes to seek the blessing of Gerech,” it said. A tall looming figure, wisps of mist trailing off the black robes that enshrouded it walked into view. “Who comes to seek the blessing of Gerech?” it repeated. The power in its words sent a chill through me and I seemed to be drawn to its stare. Its’ red eyes seemed to look through my soul. I assume the others felt the same as it shifted its gaze to each of my companions. Stravarious was the first to recover and answered in the only way he knew, with violence. Thin bolts of light sprung from his fingers and struck the figure in the chest. It stumbled slightly and groaned with pain. Even I did not think the black elf’s approach was inappropriate, although it did attract its attention. “So you besmirch the name of Gerech!” it roared as its head twisted to stare straight at Strav. Stravarious howled with pain, clutching his head. He fell to his knees as blood began to flow from his ears, eyes and nose. Groaning with the effort, or pain he stretched out his arm and pointed once more at the black figure with a bloodied finger. Another bolt of light shot out from its tip and struck his assailant. Then Strav fell face forward onto the dank flagstones. His fall stirred me from my stupor. I hurdled him and charged forward, rapier cocked back for an impaling thrust. The demon brushed me aside as if I was of no consequence, but my effort enabled the others to act. Missiles flew at him, some striking home but most clattering uselessly on the cobbles or sinking into the horrid walls. In a display of genius Moxadder called out to the dwarfs telling them to coat their weapons with the supposedly holy unguent that he had found on the jars by the wall. “You cannot harm Holton the Imperator!” it laughed as it carelessly shrugged off more missiles. After following Moxadder’s instructions Rokana led Rahurt and Hakad into the fray, flailing at our foe with their weapons. Each struck true and their coated weapons caused Holton to howl in pain. Again I slashed and again Holton turned away my blade. It was as though he could sense my strikes before I delivered them. Another bolt of light struck him. I looked and saw Strav with Togale beside him. The elf’s hand was thrust before him in the act of hurling his magic. It was the perfect distraction. Argonne seized the moment and charged Holton seeking to grapple him and take him to ground. Effortlessly Holton pushed the woodsman away. Morgan pulled the strange sceptre from his belt and suddenly his muscles seemed to tighten, his back arched and his head snapped back, his legs stiffened and his arms stretched out from his sides. A golden light radiated from him, burning away the mist in the immediate vicinity. He brought his head down and staring at Holton, he strode forward. Holton noticed Morgan immediately. “Mine!” He hissed as he stared at the breastplate worn by Morgan, the very breastplate Morgan had found on the first day of our exploration of the temple, the very breastplate that was in a tapestry on the level above with that very word scrawled in blood on it. But before Holton could lay claim to the breastplate Morgan smashed the sceptre into his chest. The monster screamed in pain. The blow had left a searing golden glowing wound across his chest. It was Holton’s turn to retaliate. He shrugged aside another of my blows and that of one of the dwarfs and grabbed the breastplate that Morgan wore. It shone brighter than before and smoke began to come from the Holton’s sleeves. He jerked his hands back from the pain, the stink of burning flesh now hung in the air. Argonne, now armed with the torch he had been carrying, crashed a blow into Holton’s back. His robes flared as they caught fire. “Enough!” commanded Holton as he clapped his hands together. The clap caused a massive boom to resound through the room. It was so strong that all but Morgan fell to the ground. I looked up from my disadvantaged position to see the imposing figure of Holton raise his hand to strike Morgan and again it was he that was struck by Strav’s bolt of light. Distracted Holton turned once again to Strav. It was to be his undoing. Morgan brought the sceptre down across the side of his head. He was staggered and that gave Mortec the opening he needed. As he had done with Grisha the dwarf Mortec leapt forward his right palm out thrust. The little hand latched onto Holton’s thigh and dark power flowed into it. Holton screamed in agony and then crumpled to the ground. [/QUOTE]
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