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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5217572" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>It was quickly decided that we would stay here for a while before heading back to the top of the staircase to lay our own ambush, whilst Morgan would return to the temple of the Hutenkamans and ask the Crusaders of Light for assistance. It was doubtful that our small band could take that many down in a combat without their help.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately our wait at the top of the stairs was all too brief. Morgan had not yet returned with aid when we heard the heavy thud of hobnailed boots climbing the spiral staircase. Then in a rush they were upon us.</p><p></p><p>Whilst my comrades downed the first ranks, we were soon struggling to maintain our supremacy. </p><p></p><p>Moxadder had taken several wounds and suddenly he flew into a blind rage. Instead of biding his time and striking like a serpent at his foes weak spots he flailed with his knives. His ferocious onslaught took down several of the enemy but in turn his recklessness allowed them injure him further.</p><p></p><p>A large body appeared before me and with a war cry I thrust at an opening in its heavy breastplate. The blood rush made my strike err and stab the armour instead. Such was the force of my thrust that Eldritch Light bent, and to my horror, snapped, just as it had when I fought the bandits in the forest of Montfort.</p><p></p><p>The ugly brute grinned evilly and took a swipe at me. I was too shocked to evade his blow and it hit me solidly in my left arm. Warm blood oozed from the wound. </p><p></p><p>It was Zhontell that gave me time to reach my saddle, for we had taken our horses into the temple so that the Crusaders of Light did not know we were there, and retrieve a spare blade. His fist smashed into the jaw of my opponent cracking it and dropped him to the ground. In the next instant Zhontell leapt further into the fray.</p><p></p><p>To my complete frustration my second blade suffered the same fate as the first. It was as if Laster himself, after turning me away from Pandemonium two times, had finally deserted me (or was that readying to welcome me). I was to die weaponless in an ancient temple, useless to my friends.</p><p></p><p>Determined not to give in to Laster and his tormenting games, I foolishly threw the hilt of my second broken sword into the nearest enemy. It only acted to draw his attention to me. I fumbled for my crossbow and a quarrel to load it with as he took a menacing step toward me. He got no further for Kuruul leapt high and his powerful jaws clamped tight on his throat, tearing it open. I had been saved once more.</p><p></p><p>I could see Moxadder was bleeding from several wounds as he single handedly held off three assailants. One presented his back nicely to me and with a wolfish grin of triumph I took aim. As I loosed the bolt the bowstring twanged, snapped in two by the pressure. The bolt fell useless to the stone floor. WHEN WOULD THIS INDIGNITY END!</p><p></p><p>“What have I done to offend you Laster?” I screamed in frustration and fury as a dug into my pack for another bow string.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly Morgan appeared holding the scepter of Artyom Seth high above his head, “I command you to cease fighting.” He ordered. </p><p></p><p>Just as I had done when we fought the ghost in palace of Thuurland II I was overwhelmed by his sheer presence and for an unknown reason I felt compelled to listen to him. I felt my eyes drawn to him, like those of a doting dog watching its masters every move. </p><p></p><p>Everyone, barring Zhontell, seemed to have listened to Morgan’s command. All lowered their weapons and just waited for him to utter more words of wisdom.</p><p></p><p>Zhontell, however, used the moment to full advantage. He launched a savage attack on the opponent nearest to him. Morgan also saw the advantage once more uttered a command, “Hydra’s defeat our foes!”</p><p></p><p>My companions, now free of his first order went about his second with gusto. Unfortunately the slaughter was short lived for from the bottom of the stair case I heard a word of power and suddenly our foes were active once more.</p><p></p><p>Morgan was quick to resume control. He ordered our foes to retreat down the stairs, and in doing so gave Kuruul, Moxadder, Stravarious and Zhontell a much needed respite, I was still struggling with my damned bow thanks to Laster’s pranks.</p><p></p><p>From beyond the corridor in which we fought we heard the clanking of armed warriors. As we looked to the source of the sound we saw fourteen crusaders round the corner. </p><p></p><p>With a quick glance the lead knight surveyed the scene and muttered with disdain, “Best run off and leave this to the experts.” Before he and the other crusaders marched down the staircase. </p><p></p><p>Morgan seeing that we were injured, especially Moxadder who was ashen and was bleeding freely from at least a dozen gashes, and in exhaustion cried out, “Hydra, I release you!” and then said, “Time to leave.” </p><p></p><p>We took his advice and ran from the temple as fast as we could dragging our horses behind us. Even as our boots slapped against the stone I heard the clash of arms from down the staircase. The Gerechians had engaged the forces of the Dominion. Morgan yelled back one final command, “Forces of the Dominion, drop your weapons".</p><p></p><p>Our flight was almost complete. I could see the massive doors open before us, when Moxadder stumbled. He crashed to the cobbles and was almost trampled by the steed he had been dragging behind him.</p><p></p><p>Morgan threw the reigns of his horse to me and then crouched and felt Moxadder’s pulse for signs of life. “He’s alive. Zhontell, carry him!” he barked urgently,</p><p></p><p>He then grabbed Moxadder’s horse and commanded “Let’s go.” </p><p></p><p>The sun was already low in the sky when we emerged from the Artyom Seth’s temple. Morgan was doing what he could for Moxadder, who now lay on his back, arms folded across his chest. </p><p></p><p>“His wounds are significant, but I have made sure that he’ll not bleed.” He said. “I don’t know how long he’ll be out, so get him ready to travel, we may have to ride out in a hurry. Gerard, you and I are going to find out what happened to those Gerechians.”</p><p></p><p>Morgan had really grown in recent weeks. It began during the defense of Montfort, where he inspired the men and defended stoutly on our makeshift wall. Now, in times of turmoil he had taken charge and led us to safety. The young warrior, defender of Avinal was now truly a leader of men and it is without shame that I followed him once more into the heart of the temple.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5217572, member: 46615"] It was quickly decided that we would stay here for a while before heading back to the top of the staircase to lay our own ambush, whilst Morgan would return to the temple of the Hutenkamans and ask the Crusaders of Light for assistance. It was doubtful that our small band could take that many down in a combat without their help. Unfortunately our wait at the top of the stairs was all too brief. Morgan had not yet returned with aid when we heard the heavy thud of hobnailed boots climbing the spiral staircase. Then in a rush they were upon us. Whilst my comrades downed the first ranks, we were soon struggling to maintain our supremacy. Moxadder had taken several wounds and suddenly he flew into a blind rage. Instead of biding his time and striking like a serpent at his foes weak spots he flailed with his knives. His ferocious onslaught took down several of the enemy but in turn his recklessness allowed them injure him further. A large body appeared before me and with a war cry I thrust at an opening in its heavy breastplate. The blood rush made my strike err and stab the armour instead. Such was the force of my thrust that Eldritch Light bent, and to my horror, snapped, just as it had when I fought the bandits in the forest of Montfort. The ugly brute grinned evilly and took a swipe at me. I was too shocked to evade his blow and it hit me solidly in my left arm. Warm blood oozed from the wound. It was Zhontell that gave me time to reach my saddle, for we had taken our horses into the temple so that the Crusaders of Light did not know we were there, and retrieve a spare blade. His fist smashed into the jaw of my opponent cracking it and dropped him to the ground. In the next instant Zhontell leapt further into the fray. To my complete frustration my second blade suffered the same fate as the first. It was as if Laster himself, after turning me away from Pandemonium two times, had finally deserted me (or was that readying to welcome me). I was to die weaponless in an ancient temple, useless to my friends. Determined not to give in to Laster and his tormenting games, I foolishly threw the hilt of my second broken sword into the nearest enemy. It only acted to draw his attention to me. I fumbled for my crossbow and a quarrel to load it with as he took a menacing step toward me. He got no further for Kuruul leapt high and his powerful jaws clamped tight on his throat, tearing it open. I had been saved once more. I could see Moxadder was bleeding from several wounds as he single handedly held off three assailants. One presented his back nicely to me and with a wolfish grin of triumph I took aim. As I loosed the bolt the bowstring twanged, snapped in two by the pressure. The bolt fell useless to the stone floor. WHEN WOULD THIS INDIGNITY END! “What have I done to offend you Laster?” I screamed in frustration and fury as a dug into my pack for another bow string. Suddenly Morgan appeared holding the scepter of Artyom Seth high above his head, “I command you to cease fighting.” He ordered. Just as I had done when we fought the ghost in palace of Thuurland II I was overwhelmed by his sheer presence and for an unknown reason I felt compelled to listen to him. I felt my eyes drawn to him, like those of a doting dog watching its masters every move. Everyone, barring Zhontell, seemed to have listened to Morgan’s command. All lowered their weapons and just waited for him to utter more words of wisdom. Zhontell, however, used the moment to full advantage. He launched a savage attack on the opponent nearest to him. Morgan also saw the advantage once more uttered a command, “Hydra’s defeat our foes!” My companions, now free of his first order went about his second with gusto. Unfortunately the slaughter was short lived for from the bottom of the stair case I heard a word of power and suddenly our foes were active once more. Morgan was quick to resume control. He ordered our foes to retreat down the stairs, and in doing so gave Kuruul, Moxadder, Stravarious and Zhontell a much needed respite, I was still struggling with my damned bow thanks to Laster’s pranks. From beyond the corridor in which we fought we heard the clanking of armed warriors. As we looked to the source of the sound we saw fourteen crusaders round the corner. With a quick glance the lead knight surveyed the scene and muttered with disdain, “Best run off and leave this to the experts.” Before he and the other crusaders marched down the staircase. Morgan seeing that we were injured, especially Moxadder who was ashen and was bleeding freely from at least a dozen gashes, and in exhaustion cried out, “Hydra, I release you!” and then said, “Time to leave.” We took his advice and ran from the temple as fast as we could dragging our horses behind us. Even as our boots slapped against the stone I heard the clash of arms from down the staircase. The Gerechians had engaged the forces of the Dominion. Morgan yelled back one final command, “Forces of the Dominion, drop your weapons". Our flight was almost complete. I could see the massive doors open before us, when Moxadder stumbled. He crashed to the cobbles and was almost trampled by the steed he had been dragging behind him. Morgan threw the reigns of his horse to me and then crouched and felt Moxadder’s pulse for signs of life. “He’s alive. Zhontell, carry him!” he barked urgently, He then grabbed Moxadder’s horse and commanded “Let’s go.” The sun was already low in the sky when we emerged from the Artyom Seth’s temple. Morgan was doing what he could for Moxadder, who now lay on his back, arms folded across his chest. “His wounds are significant, but I have made sure that he’ll not bleed.” He said. “I don’t know how long he’ll be out, so get him ready to travel, we may have to ride out in a hurry. Gerard, you and I are going to find out what happened to those Gerechians.” Morgan had really grown in recent weeks. It began during the defense of Montfort, where he inspired the men and defended stoutly on our makeshift wall. Now, in times of turmoil he had taken charge and led us to safety. The young warrior, defender of Avinal was now truly a leader of men and it is without shame that I followed him once more into the heart of the temple. [/QUOTE]
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