The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep- UPDATED 6/6
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The Knights went back home. Vek went right to work on the weaknesses of fiends and studying the positive energy plane, where they would be going.
Meepo joined Grumbar in the kitchen and began to wash dishes. Grumbar was delighted to have a kobold working in the kitchen beside him, and the two became fast friends. “Meepo, wanna hear the dishwashin’ song I made up? It makes dishwashing FUN!!!”
“Okay!”
“Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes all day looooooong!
Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes all day looooooong!”
Before long, the two were howling the song… over and over. Horacio stood looking down at a cutting board, slowly going mad. “I am going to queet these stupid job,” he said to himself. After another minute, he just went back to chopping celery.
The Knights assembled for dinner. On the morrow, they would go to the Bastion. On the positive energy plane… and attack Ashardalon. Vek had learned several things about the best way to defeat a creature with fiend blood, and he was discussing tactics with the group.
The palpable energy between Nurn and Kizzlorn was hanging over the table like a black thunderhead. He made snide remarks aimed at needling her, and she took the bait every time with a seething comeback.
“This ‘bread soup’ is interesting,” Nurn said. “No wonder we have such a hard time defeating white dragons, eh? We put our best warriors to work in the kitchen.”
Kizz held her tongue for one and a half seconds, then let loose. “Grumbar’s made his own choice, and I support it. Here in the HUMAN world, we believe in letting people choose their own path.”
“Which is why nothing gets done right, I’m guessing.”
“You will watch your tongue under my roof.”
“Your roof? I thought the lich ran things around here.” Kizzlorn opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. “Save it, sweetheart. I’ve heard enough of…” he cocked his head. “We’re being scried on.” He pulled out his shortsword. “She’s coming! GET UP!”
The Cathezar appeared behind Vek and whipped into him with her chains. She cackled madly as the surprised Knights got up from their benches and pulled their weapons free. “GIVE ME THE SOUL TOTEM!” she screamed.
“Defend it with your lives,” Nurn shouted. “SHE MUSTN'T HAVE IT!”
The weapon-wielding Knights surrounded The Cathezar and hacked viciously at her. Her whirling chains spun with blinding speed, deflecting most of their attacks. The chains gave off sparks when they struck steel.
Vek staggered back from the blows he’d taken and tried to hit her with one of his deadlier spells. She soaked up the pain and smiled at him. “Still alive.” She whipped her head to the side to glare at Dartan.
Dartan froze, looking into the face of his wife, who’d died many many years ago. “Dartan?” she asked. “Why did you let me die, dear? Why did you let me… DIE!!!” A spiked chain bashed him with a wicked uppercut, and he fell back, spitting up blood.
Captain Metus yelled “FOR MORMONT!!” and rushed in, whipping Shade’s vorpal sword over his head. He swung. The Cathezar’s chains blocked the blow and leaned it to the left, where the momentum of Metus’s strike left him unbalanced. The sword plunged into Edge’s arm. He screamed.
“Foul devil!” Metus swung the sword again in a horizontal arc, and the chains again caught his swing. This time, the chain wrapped around the end of the sword… and pushed back. Metus’s hands released the hilt as his neck was severed, and his head clunked to the ground at Vek’s feet.
The Cathezar’s tail shot out and began to wind around Nurn. The snakelike tail pinned his arms to his sides and began squeezing, while her chains held the others off. Nurn grunted and opened his eyes. They were bright yellow. His skin changed color and texture, and his body widened. He became a huge beast. The tail could no longer maintain its hold on him, so he broke free and slashed at her with enormous claws.
Edge ignored the pain in his wounded arm and made devastating attacks against the creature. Broldek was doing some real damage, as his sword was large and heavy enough to push in past the chains. Dartan got back to his feet and fought on.
Edge shouted “Vek, give me Metus’s sword!” Vek kicked the sword into the air, and once more, a chain whipped out and struck it. It turned as it spun, and gouged into Edge’s chest. “Aaaaghh!!!” he cried. He grabbed the end with one hand and pulled it out of himself… and in the same motion, swung it into The Cathezar. “DIE ALREADY!”
“Little imp! I’ll…” She turned her attention to him, leaving Dartan free to ram his sword into her back. It emerged through her chest and she sputtered.
“You shouldn’t have used my wife’s face like that. Go to hell.” He spat on her as she fell over dead.
Nurn caught his breath and said ”She wouldn’t attack if she didn’t have a means to enter the Bastion. She and her demon force need us. If we can get inside, all we’ll have to deal with is the great bloody dragon and his followers.”
Kizzlorn glared at him. “Once again, you’ve shown that you haven’t been straight with us. What was that you turned into, just now?”
“Me,” he replied with a smile. “That was the real me.”
MORE TO COME...
Meepo joined Grumbar in the kitchen and began to wash dishes. Grumbar was delighted to have a kobold working in the kitchen beside him, and the two became fast friends. “Meepo, wanna hear the dishwashin’ song I made up? It makes dishwashing FUN!!!”
“Okay!”
“Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes all day looooooong!
Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes, I’m washin’ dishes,
Washin’ dishes all day looooooong!”
Before long, the two were howling the song… over and over. Horacio stood looking down at a cutting board, slowly going mad. “I am going to queet these stupid job,” he said to himself. After another minute, he just went back to chopping celery.
The Knights assembled for dinner. On the morrow, they would go to the Bastion. On the positive energy plane… and attack Ashardalon. Vek had learned several things about the best way to defeat a creature with fiend blood, and he was discussing tactics with the group.
The palpable energy between Nurn and Kizzlorn was hanging over the table like a black thunderhead. He made snide remarks aimed at needling her, and she took the bait every time with a seething comeback.
“This ‘bread soup’ is interesting,” Nurn said. “No wonder we have such a hard time defeating white dragons, eh? We put our best warriors to work in the kitchen.”
Kizz held her tongue for one and a half seconds, then let loose. “Grumbar’s made his own choice, and I support it. Here in the HUMAN world, we believe in letting people choose their own path.”
“Which is why nothing gets done right, I’m guessing.”
“You will watch your tongue under my roof.”
“Your roof? I thought the lich ran things around here.” Kizzlorn opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. “Save it, sweetheart. I’ve heard enough of…” he cocked his head. “We’re being scried on.” He pulled out his shortsword. “She’s coming! GET UP!”
The Cathezar appeared behind Vek and whipped into him with her chains. She cackled madly as the surprised Knights got up from their benches and pulled their weapons free. “GIVE ME THE SOUL TOTEM!” she screamed.
“Defend it with your lives,” Nurn shouted. “SHE MUSTN'T HAVE IT!”
The weapon-wielding Knights surrounded The Cathezar and hacked viciously at her. Her whirling chains spun with blinding speed, deflecting most of their attacks. The chains gave off sparks when they struck steel.
Vek staggered back from the blows he’d taken and tried to hit her with one of his deadlier spells. She soaked up the pain and smiled at him. “Still alive.” She whipped her head to the side to glare at Dartan.
Dartan froze, looking into the face of his wife, who’d died many many years ago. “Dartan?” she asked. “Why did you let me die, dear? Why did you let me… DIE!!!” A spiked chain bashed him with a wicked uppercut, and he fell back, spitting up blood.
Captain Metus yelled “FOR MORMONT!!” and rushed in, whipping Shade’s vorpal sword over his head. He swung. The Cathezar’s chains blocked the blow and leaned it to the left, where the momentum of Metus’s strike left him unbalanced. The sword plunged into Edge’s arm. He screamed.
“Foul devil!” Metus swung the sword again in a horizontal arc, and the chains again caught his swing. This time, the chain wrapped around the end of the sword… and pushed back. Metus’s hands released the hilt as his neck was severed, and his head clunked to the ground at Vek’s feet.
The Cathezar’s tail shot out and began to wind around Nurn. The snakelike tail pinned his arms to his sides and began squeezing, while her chains held the others off. Nurn grunted and opened his eyes. They were bright yellow. His skin changed color and texture, and his body widened. He became a huge beast. The tail could no longer maintain its hold on him, so he broke free and slashed at her with enormous claws.
Edge ignored the pain in his wounded arm and made devastating attacks against the creature. Broldek was doing some real damage, as his sword was large and heavy enough to push in past the chains. Dartan got back to his feet and fought on.
Edge shouted “Vek, give me Metus’s sword!” Vek kicked the sword into the air, and once more, a chain whipped out and struck it. It turned as it spun, and gouged into Edge’s chest. “Aaaaghh!!!” he cried. He grabbed the end with one hand and pulled it out of himself… and in the same motion, swung it into The Cathezar. “DIE ALREADY!”
“Little imp! I’ll…” She turned her attention to him, leaving Dartan free to ram his sword into her back. It emerged through her chest and she sputtered.
“You shouldn’t have used my wife’s face like that. Go to hell.” He spat on her as she fell over dead.
Nurn caught his breath and said ”She wouldn’t attack if she didn’t have a means to enter the Bastion. She and her demon force need us. If we can get inside, all we’ll have to deal with is the great bloody dragon and his followers.”
Kizzlorn glared at him. “Once again, you’ve shown that you haven’t been straight with us. What was that you turned into, just now?”
“Me,” he replied with a smile. “That was the real me.”
MORE TO COME...
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Once more, eet confeerms my opeenion that a vorpal sword ees as dangerous to both foes and friends... Poor Metus... He weell ask for mummy or for alive thees time?
At least that foul demon deen't try to enter my kitchen, or I would have to use my masterwork frying pan and my matched pair or +2 cooking knives of celery slaying...
At least that foul demon deen't try to enter my kitchen, or I would have to use my masterwork frying pan and my matched pair or +2 cooking knives of celery slaying...
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Good job with both the story and the plot recently, Doc! I like the internal conflict with Nurn, Wee Jas's dialog with Vek, and the fatal-sounding battle looming ahead...
Is Nurn being run by a player or is he an NPC?
Is Nurn being run by a player or is he an NPC?
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