Struggle and Strife- A scarred lands storyhour

Nightfall, you are right. The next chapter will be about the part to which I had been looking forward to ever since I had read the adventure for the first time. I only hope that the third part of the trilogy will be out soon.

Talix, I hope you will like what comes next! :)
 

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The tomb of Marilvaz the sage- part 4 of 4

No one of them was able to decipher the writing on the wall. However, since it's mere letters were looking wicked, it seemed plausible that it was the language of hell. This was most likely the ritual. Jan looked around, seeing if there was anything with an evil aura, and as he looked at the sarcophagus, his fears were confirmed. Indeed, there was a pulsating aura of darkest evil shining through the massive stone.

He told his friends about it who decided to copy the ritual on the wall and then leave as swiftly as possible. Before that, however, they took a look at the mirrors.

Each of them enabled them to look at one of the other rooms. There were fourteen mirrors and fourteen rooms and corridors, and above and below each mirror a pair of words was inscribed.

"Maybe the words hold a clue to the ritual", Torn said.

Niklas took a look, too:"Or maybe they are the key to a spell if put together."

Trepat shook his head:"I don't think that there would be another puzzle, after there had been one in the graveyard. But these words are complete nonsense." He pointed at the one that stood over the miror that showed the temple in which they had been attacked by the allips. "I mean, what is "Warwoople" supposed to be? An elaborate hoax maybe? Or perhaps...".

Torn interrupted him:"Look at the mirror!".

Trepat turned around and now he saw it too: Through the collums in the hall, he could see the shapes of the allips again. He furrowed his brow:"When did they come back?".

"The moment you said Warwoople", Torn answered.

Now Niklas walked up to the mirror, looked at the word below the mirror and said:" Parkaul.".

Immediately, the allips disappeared. He said Warwoople again and the allips reappeared. Now they took a closer look at the two rooms which they hadn't entered: A greenhouse and a room full of skeletons. They used the words to deactivate the rooms and then they picked up the tomes therein.

Now all that was left for them to do was to copy the writings on the wall word by word, which turned out to be a tedious task, since the writing was completely unknown to every one of them, and they had to copy it letter for letter, doublechecking to make sure that every single stroke or dot was identical to the ones on the wall.

Each of them took a part of the wall to copy and they worked in silence, only speaking to each other when they weren't able to make out a letter properly or when they discovered a mistake in the work of someone else. Still, this was as exhausting as any hard labor they knew- especially since soon their eyes were hurting from the strain and they needed all their concentration to keep the unknown letters from blurring into each other.

Hours passed, as suddenly the silence was disturbed by footsteps and human voices. They turned around, half expecting to see a group of intruders coming up the spiral staircase, as they saw that in fact the voices were coming from the mirror that gave them a view on the entranceway.

There they say nine humans in leather armor who were accompanied by a mansized writhing mass of darkness. Trepat noticed that the writhing darkness was in fact hundreds of black snakes which were writhing and moving around each other, giving the multitude the superficial look of one solid object.

The strange group entered the tomb without hesitating in the entrance cave, and Ben pointed at their leader:" That one is definetly a druid of Mormo.".

The group reached the first fork in the way, and there the leader split the group: three of his followers would turn left, three right and two would stay with him. Then he said something to the writhing mass of snakes, and that too split in three- one "heap" stayed with the leader and the other two parts went with one of the groups each.

Meanwhile, the friends started to frantically debate a plan regarding what to do In the end they came up with this: Torn and Trepat would wait in the corridor behind the secret door in the first pit. There, they would shoot their arrows, which Trepat had charged with electricity, at whoever opened it and then run for it. Niklas and Ben stayed back in the room with the magical mirrors, where they would activate all the rooms through which the Mormo worshippers came, while Jan would wait in the gaming room in case they needed immediate help- he was definetly too slow for the hit and run tactics they wanted to apply.

Even though the friends were outnumbered, they had one vital ally, and they would use that one for their greatest advantage- their ally was the tomb of Marilvaz the sage itself.
 

Lars, if things stay on course, only four weeks after March 17th. (April 14th) So then you can have fun and enjoy that last bits. :)
 




So it looks like I will be able to conclude this trilogy sooner than I had thought! Alright, guys, of to the truly fun part of the adventure- and I liked the whole adventure, but this was truly something special, I think.
 

Unwelcome Visitors- part 1

The intruders walked through the entrance chamber without faltering once. They simply ignored the carvings in the wall- obviously they hadn’t come to the tomb in order to admire the craftmanship.

When they reached the fork the leader paused. He examined the wall for a moment and then gave orders to his followers, who split up into three groups. Two stayed with him and two groups with three Mormo-worshippers each went into the corridors left and right. Then, however, something unexpected happened: The mass of black writhing snakes split in three and where there had been one big mass before, there were now three smaller masses.

By now, Ben and Niklas were alone in the control-room. When he saw that the intruders were looking for traps at the fork, Ben spoke the command word to turn the trap there off. If they would find it now, they would see that it was defunct and probably think that the heroes had disarmed it earlier (as Torn really had). However, if they went into the temple, they would probably not check for traps again once they returned.

When he saw movement in the mirror showing the greenhouse, they changed their position to watch how the worshipers of the serpent queen would handle that. Even though the adventurers had initially avoided that room, they now knew of the insidous trap within: on a desk in the greenhouse, there was a bottle with poison under which there was a piece of paper describing it as an antidote. Once anybody went close to the desk, a force field would seal the room and a gas cloud would fill the room. However, the cloud was harmless: the only poison was in the small bottle.

As two men who were lead by a stern looking tanned and darkhaired woman entered the room, exactly that happened. The room got sealed, gas started to fill the room, and one of the men grabbed for the bottle- only to get his arm grabbed by the woman, who effectively stopped him as he was merely inches from the bottle. Looking around suspiciously, she shortly inhaled and then as she filled her lungs, a grin spread on her face. She pointed at the bottle and said: „This is the poison!“.

Meanwhile, the other group that had been sent out had crossed both pits in the other corridor, and they were now entering the room full of bones. That was the other room the group had only entered once they had used the proper deactivation word. It was a cell-room full of old bones, and a moment after the three titan-worshippers had entered, a horrible entity rose among the bones.

The three intruders and the small pile of snakes found themselves opposed to a tall humanoid skeleton with glowing green eyes and an oversized collarbone from which three long iron chains which ended in manacles. They turned around to leave, but the Shackledeath, as it was called, shot it’s chains at one unlucky man catching him with all four. Now the others turned around and attacked the undead as their companion tried to free himself. However, they saw that their weapons were useless against it- their swords just bounced off without even splintering the bone and so they turned around and ran for it.

Ben and Niklas watched and suddenly the one they had left behind fell to the ground- even though the shackledeath hadn’t touched him once, he was quite clearly dead. After a while, while the monk and the incarnate grimly thought that now they wouldn’t have to fight this one anymore, the shackledeath sank to the ground again, hiding among the other bones in the room as if nothing had happened.

Again they switched their attention and watched through a mirror how the three groups reunited at the fork. By now, the druid and his cronies had found the mechanism for the door and after listening to the reports of his two sub-commanders, the now reunited troop entered the corridor to the temple.

As they entered the temple, the behaviour of the intruders changed remarkably. So far, they had pretty much behaved like disciplined and seasoned soldiers- avoiding any unneccessary risks and going about their business with the impassionate professionality of the experienced veteran. Now, however, seeing the images of the gods, they weren’t able to contain their hate and immediately started defacing the walls and collums, intent on destroying all images of the gods.

When the allips came, they were hit by surprise. The druid ordered his troop to retreat, but it was already to late: half of the intruders stood around numbly, temporarily having lost their minds due to the babbling of the undead. The cultists fought with magic and the snake-construct. To the surprise of it’s invisible watchers, who were still looking through the mirrors, the construct was even able to hurt the intangible ghosts by forming strong arms which were hard as steel. It used two of those „arms“ like spears, thrusting at the alips.

But even with the druid’s magic and the strength of the serpents there were losses. When the allips were defeated, one of the men was completely catatonic. He had been touched a few times by one of the allips, and now he had completely lost his mind, and he had to be taken by the hand in order to leave the temple with his fellow titan-worshippers.

As they returned to the fork, Niklas spoke the command word for the trap in the fork and the first Mormo-ranger was surprised by a spike that shot up and drilled itself into his leg. The druid walked up to the wounded man, and after looking around suspicioulsly, he healed the man.

Now the woman that had lead the troop in the greenhouse spoke to the druid: „Saddayat, I don’t understand that those undead and traps are still here. Are you sure the scum went in here?“

He nodded: „I am sure, Jhevarra. The crows had watched them ever since those Kharkets had left Vesh. They went in here this time yesterday, and either they are dead or still alive somewhere in here. I think that they had simply not entered neither the temple nor any of the other rooms. This means they must have found a way we haven’t. Let’s search the corridors“.

That’s what they did and after finding the elemental cavern and fleeing it after the first elementals appeared, they finally found the secret door in the first pit. Jhevarra and another ranger went down into the narrow pit, and after looking for traps, they opened the door.

Little did they know at that moment that in the corridor right behind the door, Trepat was kneeling in front of Torn and both had a bow ready . The sorceror had enchanted their arrows with the shocking missile spell in preparation, turning their arrows into deadly electrically charged missiles.
 

Coolness Lars! :) I can't wait to see how you do it all. (Course it would be nice if I HAD Serpent Citadel to critique you...but that's something for another time.) Alright party time! ;)
 
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Oh, and here is a little background information I think I hadn't given before. When I had finished the introduction and first chapter of my storyhour, I was thinking of a name.
At that time, for some strange reason, I was listening to the song "Jeanny" by Falco, since it came up in rotation in my winamp program.(An Austrian pop-musician who had died a couple of years ago. He had some international hits, like "Rock me Amadeus"). Anyway, in this song, there is a line in which he sings "struggle and strife". I liked it, and the name stuck.

I had completely forgotten about this, but now, while writing my newest update, this song came up again, and I remembered. And, since I think it is a funny little story, I thought I would share. :)
 

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