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<blockquote data-quote="soanso" data-source="post: 6196741" data-attributes="member: 6684655"><p><strong>Facing Brethazmus and the old contracts</strong></p><p></p><p>We pressed on, taking the second set of descending stairs near the front entrance; we chose this set over the one near the goblin commode for obvious reasons. </p><p></p><p>We moved through the hall, noting three doors to one side. Remembering the chilling skeletal remains beneath Sandpoint behind three doors, we pressed through to a natural cavern. Shaiira held her right hand up, and we stopped. </p><p></p><p>“Something’s wrong,” she whispered. “It’s too quiet.” </p><p></p><p>She led us into a natural cavern. To our right, a curtain of vines and nettles covered the cave mouth; the ocean crashed below. Suddenly two rubbery tentacles lashed out at my sister from the ceiling. We fell to battle, spying a dark blue conical mass perched on the ceiling, covered in small red lights and lashing out at us with two prominent appendages. The battle was swift and the thing was dead; what it was remained a mystery. None of us had seen such a foul creature before. I made a crude sketch and wrote approximate details of its size and description, a squidish thing with red eyes proliferating its body, several smaller tentacles in addition to the pair of larger ones. Perhaps Quink or Ameiko would know more.</p><p></p><p>We swept aside the natural curtain, and surmised we were about forty feet above the waves. “Good to have an escape route,” C said. </p><p></p><p>The dwarves looked at each other. “I pray we need not such a course,” said Noria, shifting in her armor. </p><p></p><p> “Aye,” Mundin chimed.</p><p></p><p>We followed the progression of the dungeon to a set of double doors that opened on a foul chapel. Stone fonts spewed brackish liquid into shallow pools at the sides of the entrance, and a crimson light dimly lit the room. Atop a dais stood an intricately designed statue depicting Lamashtu, the Mother of Monsters. Each hand held a kukri, one wreathed in red flame, the other in blue flame.</p><p></p><p> “Illusions,” Vohoi said as he passed his hand over the plane of the statue. </p><p> </p><p>A stone altar sat before the statue of Lamashtu, its surface covered with the burnt remains of a humanoid. I sucked in my breath as I was taken away by the history of the place- this must be where Nualia sacrificed her father’s body.</p><p></p><p>Before I could say anything, three wiry, hairless dogs attacked us. </p><p></p><p>These were not ordinary strays. They took to the air and their howl was devastating. The fight dragged on as we tried to gain separation from the hounds; Vohoi dropped before Noria used her divine might to turn the tide to our favor. The dwarves rallied and killed the beasts. C was able to heal Vohoi.</p><p></p><p>We paused for a moment, weary and worn. Our battles are hard-fought and hard-won; nothing is as simple as it was in Sandpoint. We rely on each other when the thick is thickest; PopPop would be pleased to have these friends fireside.</p><p></p><p>We circled around to the first chamber, and were greeted by a hulking bugbear and a half-dozen of the goblin version of painted ladies. The nefarious energies in the room shook me to the core, and we waded into battle with a frothing ferocity. The bugbear was none other than Brethazmus, another local terror to end.</p><p></p><p>We were able to keep Brethazmus stymied as we cut through his harem; his bow was ineffective as the dwarves sliced into him in melee. Vohoi cast <em>flare</em> on Brethazmus, disorienting the thug and I cast another <em>ear-piercing scream</em> on the bugbear, and he fell.</p><p></p><p>We quickly moved on, opening the next door. A man sat on his bed, his meal of smoked salmon and chived cream before him. He seemed puzzled. I immediately recognized him- the Kellid sellsword. Suddenly something made sense- he was working for the Sczarni, he sabotaged our wagon. He bolted when the Sczarni showed up, not for fear but for payday. And again, here he was.</p><p></p><p>He seemed genuinely surprised. Hot blood flowed through me; and I made a mistake.</p><p></p><p>“You, there, sellsword, do you not see me?” I said, reaching for my blade.</p><p></p><p> “I, eh, I see you,” he countered.</p><p> “Did you forget me?”</p><p> He moved to his sword. “I’m not sure I’m looking for trouble,” he said.</p><p> “Come with me and face justice,” I said. My blood boiled, and I stood alone. I cared not for his innocence, only sensing the treachery in his presence here. I was also angry with myself. Have I always lived so stupidly? Has my vision always been clouded by virtue?</p><p> “Who do you work for?” I said, drawing my rapier.</p><p> “None of your concern,” he replied, standing to face me. His bastard sword’s hilt found his hand.</p><p> “You must be involved with this evil cadre, to be supping here, alone,” Noria said, moving to the doorway.</p><p> “If I surrender, can I take my weapon with me?”</p><p> “No.” I said.</p><p> He sighed. “Then my answer is also no,” he said as he raised his blade high and swung it to me. My heart skipped a beat as the blade crashed into me; I had forgotten my greatest weapon was my voice, my conviction, and my patience. I let anger and wrath control my actions, feeling power through conduits I do not properly understand or control.</p><p> </p><p>Then darkness.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="soanso, post: 6196741, member: 6684655"] [b]Facing Brethazmus and the old contracts[/b] We pressed on, taking the second set of descending stairs near the front entrance; we chose this set over the one near the goblin commode for obvious reasons. We moved through the hall, noting three doors to one side. Remembering the chilling skeletal remains beneath Sandpoint behind three doors, we pressed through to a natural cavern. Shaiira held her right hand up, and we stopped. “Something’s wrong,” she whispered. “It’s too quiet.” She led us into a natural cavern. To our right, a curtain of vines and nettles covered the cave mouth; the ocean crashed below. Suddenly two rubbery tentacles lashed out at my sister from the ceiling. We fell to battle, spying a dark blue conical mass perched on the ceiling, covered in small red lights and lashing out at us with two prominent appendages. The battle was swift and the thing was dead; what it was remained a mystery. None of us had seen such a foul creature before. I made a crude sketch and wrote approximate details of its size and description, a squidish thing with red eyes proliferating its body, several smaller tentacles in addition to the pair of larger ones. Perhaps Quink or Ameiko would know more. We swept aside the natural curtain, and surmised we were about forty feet above the waves. “Good to have an escape route,” C said. The dwarves looked at each other. “I pray we need not such a course,” said Noria, shifting in her armor. “Aye,” Mundin chimed. We followed the progression of the dungeon to a set of double doors that opened on a foul chapel. Stone fonts spewed brackish liquid into shallow pools at the sides of the entrance, and a crimson light dimly lit the room. Atop a dais stood an intricately designed statue depicting Lamashtu, the Mother of Monsters. Each hand held a kukri, one wreathed in red flame, the other in blue flame. “Illusions,” Vohoi said as he passed his hand over the plane of the statue. A stone altar sat before the statue of Lamashtu, its surface covered with the burnt remains of a humanoid. I sucked in my breath as I was taken away by the history of the place- this must be where Nualia sacrificed her father’s body. Before I could say anything, three wiry, hairless dogs attacked us. These were not ordinary strays. They took to the air and their howl was devastating. The fight dragged on as we tried to gain separation from the hounds; Vohoi dropped before Noria used her divine might to turn the tide to our favor. The dwarves rallied and killed the beasts. C was able to heal Vohoi. We paused for a moment, weary and worn. Our battles are hard-fought and hard-won; nothing is as simple as it was in Sandpoint. We rely on each other when the thick is thickest; PopPop would be pleased to have these friends fireside. We circled around to the first chamber, and were greeted by a hulking bugbear and a half-dozen of the goblin version of painted ladies. The nefarious energies in the room shook me to the core, and we waded into battle with a frothing ferocity. The bugbear was none other than Brethazmus, another local terror to end. We were able to keep Brethazmus stymied as we cut through his harem; his bow was ineffective as the dwarves sliced into him in melee. Vohoi cast [I]flare[/I] on Brethazmus, disorienting the thug and I cast another [I]ear-piercing scream[/I] on the bugbear, and he fell. We quickly moved on, opening the next door. A man sat on his bed, his meal of smoked salmon and chived cream before him. He seemed puzzled. I immediately recognized him- the Kellid sellsword. Suddenly something made sense- he was working for the Sczarni, he sabotaged our wagon. He bolted when the Sczarni showed up, not for fear but for payday. And again, here he was. He seemed genuinely surprised. Hot blood flowed through me; and I made a mistake. “You, there, sellsword, do you not see me?” I said, reaching for my blade. “I, eh, I see you,” he countered. “Did you forget me?” He moved to his sword. “I’m not sure I’m looking for trouble,” he said. “Come with me and face justice,” I said. My blood boiled, and I stood alone. I cared not for his innocence, only sensing the treachery in his presence here. I was also angry with myself. Have I always lived so stupidly? Has my vision always been clouded by virtue? “Who do you work for?” I said, drawing my rapier. “None of your concern,” he replied, standing to face me. His bastard sword’s hilt found his hand. “You must be involved with this evil cadre, to be supping here, alone,” Noria said, moving to the doorway. “If I surrender, can I take my weapon with me?” “No.” I said. He sighed. “Then my answer is also no,” he said as he raised his blade high and swung it to me. My heart skipped a beat as the blade crashed into me; I had forgotten my greatest weapon was my voice, my conviction, and my patience. I let anger and wrath control my actions, feeling power through conduits I do not properly understand or control. Then darkness. [/QUOTE]
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