SESSION 49
14th of Ready’reat
WHITE HELL
“Free me.”
Jamison looked toward a cell by the end of the prisoner section. “Looks like we missed one. Why should we free you?”
“Because I’m here to kill the dragon, along with you.”
They walked up to the cell and looked inside. In here, a pale elf with white hair and white pupils stared back at them. It was a most disturbing sight. He wore rags, but looked better fed than the other prisoners had.
“How are you here to kill the dragon, if you’re trapped in its cells?”
“I’m waiting for an opportunity.”
“Uh huh. So why not just try to escape? The security around here’s pretty shoddy.”
“I escape regularly. I turn into a rat and seek a good meal when I need to, then return.”
Jamison nodded. “Ahh, a shapeshifter, eh? Well, if that’s the case, why do you need us to free you?”
The man smiled. “I can only do it so many times a day. I’d hate to waste one, when you could just open the door for me.”
They opened the door and he walked out. Kizzlorn asked “We have armor and weapons, if you need them.”
“No, thank you, my items are being held over here.” He began suiting himself in plates of contoured wooden armor. “Ahh… it’s good to be free. My name is Oaken Stormfire, and I’m pleased to meet you.”
Kizzlorn said “Well met, Oaken. I am Kizzlorn Spellforge, and we are the Knights of Spellforge Keep.”
Vek asked “So… your items are fifteen feet from your cell, and you could have reached them at any time. Why not escape?”
“Patience. I had to wait for my time. My time would come with a powerful group of adventurers. You see… I’m not leaving… until the dragon is dead.”
“Why?”
“That shall remain my story, for now. Suffice to say my own adventuring party was not fortunate enough to survive the perils here. Let’s go.”
They cleared out the lower level in no time at all, finding only a few scant enemies to deal with, and nothing of note. “Where is the lich, I wonder,” Vek murmured now and then. They wandered upstairs and began searching rooms beyond the corridor they’d left before. They were getting closer.
They opened a door to find an attractive, plainly dressed serving girl. “Oh!” she said, turning.
“I… you startled me. Who are you?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Um- I’m a servant. I keep things clean, I make the beds, sometimes I cook. Why?”
“We’re here to kill your boss. Will you stand against us?”
“What? I.. I don’t know. Look at you.” She put her hands on the hips and arched her eyebrows. “MY money’s on the dragon.”
Kizzlorn stepped forward. “We’re going to destroy him. What’s your name?”
“I don’t think you’re going to manage to kill a huge white dragon, sweetheart.”
“We’ve traveled far, and are ready to kill him. I’m going to mount his head back at my home. Sweetheart.”
“Are you? I’ve seen what he can do. I’m betting he wins in no time. In fact, if I scream for help, who’s to stop me?”
“Why would you try to call down guards on those freeing you? Aren’t you a servant here, against your will?”
“Yeah, but it’s not so bad. I might even get a promotion soon.”
Kizzlorn scowled. “Slaves don’t get promotions.”
She shrugged. “Big-boned girls with spellbooks don’t win battles against great white wyrms.”
“Big… what?? What are you saying, exactly, girlie?” Kizz’s hands opened and closed, and sparkles of magic twinkled there. Vek and Grumbar groaned and left the room.
“I’m just saying mousy-haired tramps with fat ankles don’t tend to do well in…”
Kizzlorn snapped, and hurled a spell at the girl. The polymorph spell failed to turn her into a three hundred pound version of herself. Kizzlorn seemed surprised that the spell didn’t work. “Why didn’t… What are you?”
The girl’s jaw dropped from the insult of having a spell cast at her. “You… you tried to cast a spell on me! You BITCH!” She walked up and tried to slap Kizzlorn, but Kizz caught her wrist, then pushed her down to the floor. The girl landed and looked up angrily.
Jamison was curious about something, and cast a spell on himself that allowed him to see through illusions. He glanced about, and his eyes widened. “Uh, Kizz…”
The girl stood up. “That’s what I love about you human women. So easily incited to acts of passion.” She grabbed Kizzlorn and Jamison cried out as he watched the red-skinned horned devil girl plant a kiss on her lips.
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