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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sithramir" data-source="post: 1199193" data-attributes="member: 12183">That damn freak of son of mine has somehow acquired even more powers thought Gungir angrily. Apparently he’s even found a way to destroy the binding spell put on him by Eru. Or perhaps that is why the drow has returned to free my son and test my might. I won’t disappoint him and will deal with him after this. I bet he’s even in league with those damn humans!   Pondering why The Nameless Thing would run from him back into his own cell, the frost giant Jarl charges in with his greatsword._________________________________________________________   The group, watching Gungir suddenly appear inside his dragon kinned son’s cell and watching the ogre run down the hallway towards the prison area, decides to help move things along.   Vez makes it around the corner just as he sees the ogre charge into the cell room. Oddly, the ogre walks out dropping his sword seeming to lose interest in anything other than some crack on the ceiling.   “Looks like the centauroid creature wasn’t lying to us about those spell protections on his cell” Vez muses aloud. Running to the cell, he begins goading Gungir in an attempt to fuel his rage.   Unbeknownst to the disguised elf, Gungir’s rage is fueled by his encouraging words, but not due to what the elf thinks. The thought of that damn backstabbing drow thinking he could make orders to the leader of the frost giants had put Gungir over the limit. Throwing his sword to the ground the giant grabs his son and begins to grapple with him.   The rest of the troupe makes it to the area and Crom asks, “Whats going on with that dumb ogre? Did someone knock him on the head?” Seeing the monstrous battle taking form in the cell before them leaves them all in utter silence.   The two huge creatures battle and roll around the cell in a death lock. Gungir scores several powerful hits, but his apparently stronger offspring just shakes them off. What Gungir had failed to think about was the fact that his child had claws and fangs which the dragon kinned creature was using to full effect. Clawing and biting his father repeatedly the battle slowly turns to The Nameless Things advantage. Ripping himself from their embrace the half giant claws once, twice, and with a final powerful swing ends the Jarl’s life finally having what he had coveted so long. With an inhuman growl of triumph the centauroid creature grabs his unholy sword and stands. Peering towards the outside of his cell and looking towards Adoran the half dragon grins maliciously.   Trying to appear calm, the mulhorandi mage begins, “Ah yes. It seems your vengeance has been realized. Now if we can only….   Suddenly, The Nameless Thing charges and raises his great sword above his head in fury.   Thinking quickly, Adoran pops off a quick incantation and suddenly the floor in front of the giant becomes slippery and the half giant takes a fall. Realizing that negotiations with this creature are at an end the group prepares for battle.   Crom and Vez move to block the doorway allowing their caster friends the options to pop off a few spells from behind. Crom, thinking that entering the cell that is covered with grease would be a bad idea and that he could best hold the creature at bay from the doorway.    Quinten peers at the dumbfounded ogre for a second, shrugs and he and Xerxes make their way around the corner where they can attempt to use spells through the other cell wall while adoran again begins chanting attempting to open a portal the elemental plane of fire.   The Nameless Thing breaths a horrible cone of cold through the doorway, injuring both Vez and Crom and attempts to stand leaving himself on iffy footing.    Crom holds the doorway, while Vez tumbles out of the way seriously injured by the creatures blast.   Quinten casts a quick summoning spell and a large zombie like creature takes shape behind the dragon kin while Xerxes fires a powerful ray of searing light into the beasts hide staggering him.   The Nameless Thing notices the undead creature behind him and takes a step toward it and with two powerful swipes along with a curse from the necromancer decapitates the creature sending it back to whatever foul place it had been summoned from.   As he finishes opening the plane of fire summoning 4 fire mephitis, Adoran yells for Crom to move out of the doorway. As the firbolg makes his way to the side, Adoran yells several words of power and a powerful bolt of lighting shoots from his finger tips blasting into the dragon kin. While not having the effect the mage had hoped, the beast still appears to be wounded.   As the centauroid creature makes his way towards the fire mephitis, knowing they have the capabilities to injure him greatly, the mephits each fire a ray at The Nameless Thing. A ray of black energy from Quintens hands along with another searing light ray and the huge creature finally falls to one knee and drops unmoving.   Entering the chamber, Adoran tells the rest of the party, “We should take anything of worth from their bodies along with what we can grab from Gungir’s study and make our way to their storage rooms. We can take the stolen items kept there and I should be able to teleport us all back to Silverymoon to complete your mission once we’ve wakened Attilla. I would ask that once we make it there you come with me to the Order as I have a proposition for you to help me acquire the item I had originally been sent here to find.”   The group takes what things of worth they can and makes it to the storage room without incident from any of the remaining frost giants. Trying to find their missing archon companion, all they can discover is a boiling pot filled with fat and what appears to be an incompletely plucked feathered wing floating at the top.   Frowning, and whispering a silent pray to his god Ilmater, Vez remarks, “It appears as if the mission is not a complete success. Grunhilde has succeeded in making another “excellent” meal.”   Searching the pantry the find his armor and shield both covered with Kord’s holy symbol and takes those to give to the church to honor the fallen trumpet archons sacrifice for good. Moving close together, Adoran begins chanting and suddenly the world rushes before their eyes and finally stabilizes in the teleportation chamber of the Arcane Order. None of the party quite enthusiastic feeling for the downed companion, they go their own ways to take care of what things of business need taken care of. The only one who seems unfazed is the skinny necromancer as he speaks to no-one in particular, “Well I guess I’ll never see what an undead angel can do.” Thinking he better make contact with his leader Entropy, the mage too eventually departs.</blockquote>

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