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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep- UPDATED 6/6
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With a gust of air that smelled of ozone, The Cathezar teleported into the room behind the Knights and attacked. Her cruel chains raked across them.
Jamison cried out and turned to see her glaring down at him. “Why have you come here?” She demanded with a devilish grin.
“We’ve come to win our friend back, fiend!” Jamison cast a spell at her, but she waved her hand with a sneer and the bolt of energy smashed into the wall behind her.
Her chains whipped out and whipped Jamison aside. Grumbar leaped forward and hewed at her with his sword, but her dancing chains blocked almost every strike. Sparks flew from the chains every time he struck them. Vek cast one of his destructive spells, and the energy of the magic dissipated in the air before her. She looked at Vek, and her face changed. It became, to his undead eyes, the face of Lilith- the vampiric shield he’d lost in the battle with Hedrack. Her face was of hammered iron. The eyes were lumps of wide, pupilless metal. It grinned at Vek with its four-inch fangs and hissed at him. “You. Mormont. You let me be disintegrated. If only Wee Jas could have known she’d chosen so ineffective a champion.”
The lich was struck by suddenly being confronted by his shield, which he did miss dearly. Besides being deadly and effective in combat, it had suited his sense of style perfectly.
The Cathezar lashed out and struck Jamison again. He flew to the wall and landed sprawled on the ground, his eyes closed.
“Oh no,” Grumbar said. “I think Jamison’s dead again.”
Kizzlorn shouted “We’ll take care of it, Grumbar, just concentrate on the battle… None of my spells are hitting it, someone do something!”
“I’ll do something,” The Cathezar said. Her barbed chains wrapped around Jamison and lifted him off the ground. Blood dribbled from his mouth over the iron links of chain. “I’ll take my new prize elsewhere, and see what he knows. Maybe torture him to death… again and again.” She disappeared as her laughter echoed off the walls.
The shattered group pulled themselves together. “Dammit,” Edge muttered as he wiped blood from his lip. “That thing was tough. It never broke a sweat, and we barely managed to touch it.”
Grumbar looked worried. “Plus it’s got Jamison.”
Kizz laid a hand on Grumbar’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Grumbar. We’ll find him, and we’ll cleave that thing in two.” He nodded, assured.
They walked through the door and found Oaken’s cell within a minute’s time. The druid was badly hurt but could walk. His equipment was located nearby, and with nothing left to do, the group teleported back home. They would wait for word on Jamison.
Grumbar wandered into the kitchen, and Horacio tried to ignore his entrance. “Horacio, I’m sad,” Grumbar said. He grabbed an uncooked chicken breast from the counter and began gnawing at it. “We think Jamison’s dead.”
“Meestair Crow? Dead? He’s died many times, right? He weel be back. You know heem.”
“Yeah. It’s just sad. Shade gave up after a few deaths… he couldn’t handle coming back so many times. Makes me wonder if people have a shelf life.” He picked something from the garbage bin. “Like this piece of moldy bread.”
Horacio’s eyes widened. “Meestair Grumbar, that ees deesgusting.”
Grumbar chewed the moldy bread with a sad, wistful look in his eyes. “Yeah.”
Elsewhere in the world, a flash of light lit up a very dark room with moist stone walls. The cool air parted as The Cathezar appeared, carrying the limp body of a wizard. She laid the body on a cot and called to a robed man standing nearby. “Resurrect him.”
“Yes, my lady.” The man stepped forward and bent over the body. The Cathezar stood with all six arms crossed, and a confused look on her face. After a moment, the man glanced up. “My lady?”
“Yes?”
“He will not return.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? That… that doesn’t make any sense.”
“He says his work is done, and he is ‘absolved’, whatever that means. He will not return, and I cannot force him.”
“No, you’re mistaken. I know him. This is Crow. He’s the one who suggested this damned plan in the first place! Why would he aid me, then travel with a group seeking to destroy me, then decline to be resurrected? I only killed him so I could take him here and ask what the change to the plan was without suspicion from the others…”
A voice spoke from the darkened doorway behind her. “There is no change to the plan.” The Cathezar whirled to face the door. “I see how you would be confused,” the voice said. “But… THAT is Jamison.” The man stepped from the darkness. He was the mirror image of the dead man on the cot. He smiled wickedly.
“I… am Crow.”
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Jamison cried out and turned to see her glaring down at him. “Why have you come here?” She demanded with a devilish grin.
“We’ve come to win our friend back, fiend!” Jamison cast a spell at her, but she waved her hand with a sneer and the bolt of energy smashed into the wall behind her.
Her chains whipped out and whipped Jamison aside. Grumbar leaped forward and hewed at her with his sword, but her dancing chains blocked almost every strike. Sparks flew from the chains every time he struck them. Vek cast one of his destructive spells, and the energy of the magic dissipated in the air before her. She looked at Vek, and her face changed. It became, to his undead eyes, the face of Lilith- the vampiric shield he’d lost in the battle with Hedrack. Her face was of hammered iron. The eyes were lumps of wide, pupilless metal. It grinned at Vek with its four-inch fangs and hissed at him. “You. Mormont. You let me be disintegrated. If only Wee Jas could have known she’d chosen so ineffective a champion.”
The lich was struck by suddenly being confronted by his shield, which he did miss dearly. Besides being deadly and effective in combat, it had suited his sense of style perfectly.
The Cathezar lashed out and struck Jamison again. He flew to the wall and landed sprawled on the ground, his eyes closed.
“Oh no,” Grumbar said. “I think Jamison’s dead again.”
Kizzlorn shouted “We’ll take care of it, Grumbar, just concentrate on the battle… None of my spells are hitting it, someone do something!”
“I’ll do something,” The Cathezar said. Her barbed chains wrapped around Jamison and lifted him off the ground. Blood dribbled from his mouth over the iron links of chain. “I’ll take my new prize elsewhere, and see what he knows. Maybe torture him to death… again and again.” She disappeared as her laughter echoed off the walls.
The shattered group pulled themselves together. “Dammit,” Edge muttered as he wiped blood from his lip. “That thing was tough. It never broke a sweat, and we barely managed to touch it.”
Grumbar looked worried. “Plus it’s got Jamison.”
Kizz laid a hand on Grumbar’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Grumbar. We’ll find him, and we’ll cleave that thing in two.” He nodded, assured.
They walked through the door and found Oaken’s cell within a minute’s time. The druid was badly hurt but could walk. His equipment was located nearby, and with nothing left to do, the group teleported back home. They would wait for word on Jamison.
Grumbar wandered into the kitchen, and Horacio tried to ignore his entrance. “Horacio, I’m sad,” Grumbar said. He grabbed an uncooked chicken breast from the counter and began gnawing at it. “We think Jamison’s dead.”
“Meestair Crow? Dead? He’s died many times, right? He weel be back. You know heem.”
“Yeah. It’s just sad. Shade gave up after a few deaths… he couldn’t handle coming back so many times. Makes me wonder if people have a shelf life.” He picked something from the garbage bin. “Like this piece of moldy bread.”
Horacio’s eyes widened. “Meestair Grumbar, that ees deesgusting.”
Grumbar chewed the moldy bread with a sad, wistful look in his eyes. “Yeah.”
Elsewhere in the world, a flash of light lit up a very dark room with moist stone walls. The cool air parted as The Cathezar appeared, carrying the limp body of a wizard. She laid the body on a cot and called to a robed man standing nearby. “Resurrect him.”
“Yes, my lady.” The man stepped forward and bent over the body. The Cathezar stood with all six arms crossed, and a confused look on her face. After a moment, the man glanced up. “My lady?”
“Yes?”
“He will not return.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? That… that doesn’t make any sense.”
“He says his work is done, and he is ‘absolved’, whatever that means. He will not return, and I cannot force him.”
“No, you’re mistaken. I know him. This is Crow. He’s the one who suggested this damned plan in the first place! Why would he aid me, then travel with a group seeking to destroy me, then decline to be resurrected? I only killed him so I could take him here and ask what the change to the plan was without suspicion from the others…”
A voice spoke from the darkened doorway behind her. “There is no change to the plan.” The Cathezar whirled to face the door. “I see how you would be confused,” the voice said. “But… THAT is Jamison.” The man stepped from the darkness. He was the mirror image of the dead man on the cot. He smiled wickedly.
“I… am Crow.”
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Dr Midnight
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I'd just like to point out that somehow, someway, Lela guessed this one a few pages back... even going so far as to correctly predict the "name". Nice going, Lela.
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Neverwinter Knight
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Wow Doc, that is your greatest plot twist, yet.
I don't know how, and I don't know when, but Jamison HAS GOT TO COME BACK! I want an epic fight between Jamison and Crow!
I don't know how, and I don't know when, but Jamison HAS GOT TO COME BACK! I want an epic fight between Jamison and Crow!
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