The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Olgar Shiverstone
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Wee Jas
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Sorry.. me and Dartan had to pummel Doc down in Heroclix!
Doc is such a powergamer with his Firelord/Cyclops/shield Medic teams.. and his still got beat by my Fantastic 4, X-men and Alliance of Evil teams (Red Skull, Dr.Doom, Doombot, Doctor Octopus, Bullseye and the Controller!) .. lol. Heroclix = RPG.
Doc is such a powergamer with his Firelord/Cyclops/shield Medic teams.. and his still got beat by my Fantastic 4, X-men and Alliance of Evil teams (Red Skull, Dr.Doom, Doombot, Doctor Octopus, Bullseye and the Controller!) .. lol. Heroclix = RPG.
Dr Midnight
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But it's NOT FAIR, Obi Wan's HOLDING ME BACK!
These punks teamed up on me just because I came up with a devastating strategy early on. I put my veteran Cyclops on the roof of a building with two SHIELD agents and Harley Quinn... So that Cyclops could do 7 clicks of damage all at once. These people just teamed up on me. Luckily I wiped out Dartan's Pyro with one blast... but still, it was a tough battle, especially with Nightcrawler comin' up from behind.
I would have been much better off if FREAKIN' WEE JAS hadn't COME IN and MIND-CONTROLLED MY SCARLET WITCH RIGHT AWAY. I missed her the entire battle. You can't play without Scarlet Witch!
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Oh yeah, I'm about to do some writing.
These punks teamed up on me just because I came up with a devastating strategy early on. I put my veteran Cyclops on the roof of a building with two SHIELD agents and Harley Quinn... So that Cyclops could do 7 clicks of damage all at once. These people just teamed up on me. Luckily I wiped out Dartan's Pyro with one blast... but still, it was a tough battle, especially with Nightcrawler comin' up from behind.
I would have been much better off if FREAKIN' WEE JAS hadn't COME IN and MIND-CONTROLLED MY SCARLET WITCH RIGHT AWAY. I missed her the entire battle. You can't play without Scarlet Witch!
Jerk.
Oh yeah, I'm about to do some writing.
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Dursk Starkfire
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that just goes to show that psions and invisible stalkers are overpowered 
Dr Midnight
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The next morning, the Knights got up and began preparing. Vek had spent the night thinking about tactics, and he coached each Knight on their place in the battle. Oaken prepared a small number of tiny red berries, and gave one to Kizz, Edge, and Grumbar, keeping one for himself. “Hurl these at him when you get close enough.”
He offered one to Vek, who said “I don’t throw berries,” with distaste.
Jamison turned both himself and Grumbar into frost giants. Everyone was given the ability to fly. A treant was summoned to join the fight… it was a tree-like creature, very tall, with a vicious look to it. Everyone knew the plan. “Are we ready?” Vek asked.
Kizzlorn had been oddly quiet the entire morning. She said “Yes. Let’s go.”
They flew through a door and up a winding staircase to the top level of the complex: Acessiwal’s lair. The sprawling cavern was just as Jamison and Vek remembered it… an enormous hollowed-out section of glacier. Sunlight filtered in through the ice, illuminating the cold, misty lair of the dragon.
Acessiwal stood at the far end, waiting for them. They flew towards him as he spoke. “SPELLFORGE… TODAY I WILL FINISH…. WHAT I BEGAN WITH… YOUR PARENTS. NOT THAT… YOU CARE… YOU’RE STILL TRAVELING WITH… THEIR MURDERER. PATHETIC… IF I’D KNOWN THAT LITTLE BABY… WOULD GROW TO DISHONOR THEM SO… I’D PROBABLY HAVE LEFT THEM… ALONE, TO LIVE THROUGH THE… TORMENT… OF KNOWING YOU… AS THEIR DAUGHTER”
Vek said “Ignore it, Kizz. Stay focused.”
The dragon glared at him. “AND YOU. MORMONT. I… HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU. …I DID A LITTLE… SHOPPING… IN VERBOBONC… AND PICKED UP A … CURIOUS ITEM.” He held up a small object in his claw. It was Vek’s phylactery. The one thing in the world, that if destroyed, would mean the end of Sir Vek Mormont. As a lich, he was bound to it. Vek’s fist tightened as he flew toward the dragon. “TELEPORT AWAY, AND… I DESTROY YOU. …THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE… FOR ANY OF US. …OH. BY THE WAY… I KILLED EVERYONE IN YOUR CASTLE.” The dragon grinned. “…EVENTUALLY.”
Kizzlorn gasped. Metus. Horacio. Jo’nas. Orthos. The Knights of Wee Jas. All of them dead. “Monster,” she murmured. “You MONSTER!!”
Grumbar threw his berry at the dragon- it bounced off. The spell had failed. Grumbar and the treant flew in and began hacking with their weapons. The other Knights spread out around Acessiwal, so that his icy breath couldn’t hurt many of them at once… if it even could hurt them, through all the protection spells they had. Vek put his contribution to the plan into action, and yelled “Wee Jas takes from you the gift of magic!” He dispelled the enchantments Acessiwal had over him. No fewer than eight spells winked out over the dragon. Spells that protected him from lightning. Spells that protected him from sight. Spells that gave him great speed. Gone.
Acessiwal cursed and a thick white cloud of mist rolled out from beneath his wings, hiding him. The fog created a slippery coating of ice over everything it covered, and Grumbar had to be very careful to keep a grip on his sword.
Oaken threw his berry into the fog, and nothing happened. Edge threw his- again, nothing. Kizzlorn waited to see his wings crest the top of the fog cloud, then hurled her berry at him. FWOOOSH!!! A storm of fire lit the cloud, and the dragon screeched. The roar almost deafened the Knights and echoed off the walls. Oaken cast a flame strike within the fog, and it lit up a brilliant orange. “We need to get rid of that fog,” Vek shouted. “With that up, we can’t see him to let our spells connect!”
Kizzlorn dispelled the fog, and the air cleared, leaving the dragon visible and very, very vulnerable.
Acessiwal angrily chomped and tore at Grumbar. He was being ripped apart by the spells, and none of the Knights were grouped together where they could be hit with one blast. The dragon leapt up and landed, facing Grumbar, the treant, and Kizzlorn all at once. He blew a great cone of dragonfrost at them. The treant was badly damaged, but the two Knights were fine… they’d made good use of spells of protection against cold. Acessiwal roared with fury.
Jamison, at the dragon’s left flank, said “If you didn’t like that, you’re sure to hate THIS.” he reached out and touched a vast white wing, and the spell he’d been holding flashed into the beast… and Acessiwal began to shift from one foot to the other. His wings dipped and rose, rhythmically, and his head bobbed.
”WHAT… WHAT IS THIS?!?”
Jamison smiled. “You’re dancing, and you can’t stop. It’s called Otto’s Irresistible Dance for a reason. The idea, ‘Cessie, is that you’re going to die… without dignity.” In the midst of battle, all the Knights couldn’t help but laugh at the ancient white dragon who couldn’t keep from dancing before them.
Acessiwal lashed out with his wings and tail and cut Jamison viciously. The mage fell back, bleeding. The dragon may have been dancing, but he was still deadly. He grabbed Grumbar in his jaws and shook him, his teeth cutting through armor and into flesh.
“Keep hitting him!” Vek yelled as he fired a blast of greenish fire. It fizzled. A lot of their spells weren’t getting through, but they persisted. Jamison cast chain lightning, and it swept completely past the target. Kizzlorn cast two or three failed fireballs. Vek cast his spell of Destruction, twice, but both failed. “His resistance to our spells is his greatest strength,” Vek added. “Keep piling them on!”
Oaken said “I can’t seem to hit it at ALL! This thing is almost impervious to my magics!”
The battle raged on, and Grumbar connected with a few attacks, but for the most part his sword glanced off the beast’s scales. Vek and Kizzlorn were having success with some fire spells, and the combat was starting to tell on Acessiwal.
Jamison was almost out of options, so he cast one last spell, and it had no effect. He leveled the greatsword he was carrying and took a breath. He shouted a battle cry and flew in to close combat range. “FOR ALL I’VE WRONGED!!” He swung his sword into Acessiwal’s neck.
Blood poured from the dragon’s mouth. Somehow, he still had the energy to attack, as he ceaselessly danced from foot to foot. ”I…WILL… …DESTROY…” He lurched forward and made a clumsy attack against Kizzlorn.
“No,” she said, stepping back to avoid the bite. “You will die screaming.” Oaken cast a spell, and Acessiwal was consumed in flame. His head rose up above the maelstrom and roared a plume of frost that spread across the ceiling. His smoking body collapsed, and his wings twitched once, twice, then lay still. Acessiwal the Ice King of the north was dead.
The Knights cheered. They hadn’t taken one serious wound. Grumbar was bleeding badly, but he still had fight enough in him “for THREE more dragons,” or so he bellowed.
“I want its head,” Kizzlorn said.
Edge glanced at her. “Kizz, let’s…”
“I don’t care, I want its head. It’s coming with us. Its skull is going to adorn the Keep, to let everyone know the dragon has fallen. Verbobonc can now rest easily.” She was walking back and forth over the snow and ice in the cavern, searching the floor. She stopped near the center and knelt. Here was what she was looking for. She gently brushed some snow away and looked upon the remains of her parents. Two skeletons, wearing colored rags, with frost-covered wedding bands on their fingers. She whispered to them. “So. There you are.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “It’s me, Kizzlorn. Little Kizz. I’ve come back to you. I’ve killed the dragon. We’re going to take you back to the Keep, now. Back home.” She gently placed her parents’ bones into a bag of holding.
Kizzlorn stood and walked over to Jamison, who was shifting back to his normal form. She looked at him, and he looked back, nervously. She embraced him. “I forgive you.”
He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry about everything, Kizz. Never again.”
“I know.”
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He offered one to Vek, who said “I don’t throw berries,” with distaste.
Jamison turned both himself and Grumbar into frost giants. Everyone was given the ability to fly. A treant was summoned to join the fight… it was a tree-like creature, very tall, with a vicious look to it. Everyone knew the plan. “Are we ready?” Vek asked.
Kizzlorn had been oddly quiet the entire morning. She said “Yes. Let’s go.”
They flew through a door and up a winding staircase to the top level of the complex: Acessiwal’s lair. The sprawling cavern was just as Jamison and Vek remembered it… an enormous hollowed-out section of glacier. Sunlight filtered in through the ice, illuminating the cold, misty lair of the dragon.
Acessiwal stood at the far end, waiting for them. They flew towards him as he spoke. “SPELLFORGE… TODAY I WILL FINISH…. WHAT I BEGAN WITH… YOUR PARENTS. NOT THAT… YOU CARE… YOU’RE STILL TRAVELING WITH… THEIR MURDERER. PATHETIC… IF I’D KNOWN THAT LITTLE BABY… WOULD GROW TO DISHONOR THEM SO… I’D PROBABLY HAVE LEFT THEM… ALONE, TO LIVE THROUGH THE… TORMENT… OF KNOWING YOU… AS THEIR DAUGHTER”
Vek said “Ignore it, Kizz. Stay focused.”
The dragon glared at him. “AND YOU. MORMONT. I… HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU. …I DID A LITTLE… SHOPPING… IN VERBOBONC… AND PICKED UP A … CURIOUS ITEM.” He held up a small object in his claw. It was Vek’s phylactery. The one thing in the world, that if destroyed, would mean the end of Sir Vek Mormont. As a lich, he was bound to it. Vek’s fist tightened as he flew toward the dragon. “TELEPORT AWAY, AND… I DESTROY YOU. …THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE… FOR ANY OF US. …OH. BY THE WAY… I KILLED EVERYONE IN YOUR CASTLE.” The dragon grinned. “…EVENTUALLY.”
Kizzlorn gasped. Metus. Horacio. Jo’nas. Orthos. The Knights of Wee Jas. All of them dead. “Monster,” she murmured. “You MONSTER!!”
Grumbar threw his berry at the dragon- it bounced off. The spell had failed. Grumbar and the treant flew in and began hacking with their weapons. The other Knights spread out around Acessiwal, so that his icy breath couldn’t hurt many of them at once… if it even could hurt them, through all the protection spells they had. Vek put his contribution to the plan into action, and yelled “Wee Jas takes from you the gift of magic!” He dispelled the enchantments Acessiwal had over him. No fewer than eight spells winked out over the dragon. Spells that protected him from lightning. Spells that protected him from sight. Spells that gave him great speed. Gone.
Acessiwal cursed and a thick white cloud of mist rolled out from beneath his wings, hiding him. The fog created a slippery coating of ice over everything it covered, and Grumbar had to be very careful to keep a grip on his sword.
Oaken threw his berry into the fog, and nothing happened. Edge threw his- again, nothing. Kizzlorn waited to see his wings crest the top of the fog cloud, then hurled her berry at him. FWOOOSH!!! A storm of fire lit the cloud, and the dragon screeched. The roar almost deafened the Knights and echoed off the walls. Oaken cast a flame strike within the fog, and it lit up a brilliant orange. “We need to get rid of that fog,” Vek shouted. “With that up, we can’t see him to let our spells connect!”
Kizzlorn dispelled the fog, and the air cleared, leaving the dragon visible and very, very vulnerable.
Acessiwal angrily chomped and tore at Grumbar. He was being ripped apart by the spells, and none of the Knights were grouped together where they could be hit with one blast. The dragon leapt up and landed, facing Grumbar, the treant, and Kizzlorn all at once. He blew a great cone of dragonfrost at them. The treant was badly damaged, but the two Knights were fine… they’d made good use of spells of protection against cold. Acessiwal roared with fury.
Jamison, at the dragon’s left flank, said “If you didn’t like that, you’re sure to hate THIS.” he reached out and touched a vast white wing, and the spell he’d been holding flashed into the beast… and Acessiwal began to shift from one foot to the other. His wings dipped and rose, rhythmically, and his head bobbed.
”WHAT… WHAT IS THIS?!?”
Jamison smiled. “You’re dancing, and you can’t stop. It’s called Otto’s Irresistible Dance for a reason. The idea, ‘Cessie, is that you’re going to die… without dignity.” In the midst of battle, all the Knights couldn’t help but laugh at the ancient white dragon who couldn’t keep from dancing before them.
Acessiwal lashed out with his wings and tail and cut Jamison viciously. The mage fell back, bleeding. The dragon may have been dancing, but he was still deadly. He grabbed Grumbar in his jaws and shook him, his teeth cutting through armor and into flesh.
“Keep hitting him!” Vek yelled as he fired a blast of greenish fire. It fizzled. A lot of their spells weren’t getting through, but they persisted. Jamison cast chain lightning, and it swept completely past the target. Kizzlorn cast two or three failed fireballs. Vek cast his spell of Destruction, twice, but both failed. “His resistance to our spells is his greatest strength,” Vek added. “Keep piling them on!”
Oaken said “I can’t seem to hit it at ALL! This thing is almost impervious to my magics!”
The battle raged on, and Grumbar connected with a few attacks, but for the most part his sword glanced off the beast’s scales. Vek and Kizzlorn were having success with some fire spells, and the combat was starting to tell on Acessiwal.
Jamison was almost out of options, so he cast one last spell, and it had no effect. He leveled the greatsword he was carrying and took a breath. He shouted a battle cry and flew in to close combat range. “FOR ALL I’VE WRONGED!!” He swung his sword into Acessiwal’s neck.
Blood poured from the dragon’s mouth. Somehow, he still had the energy to attack, as he ceaselessly danced from foot to foot. ”I…WILL… …DESTROY…” He lurched forward and made a clumsy attack against Kizzlorn.
“No,” she said, stepping back to avoid the bite. “You will die screaming.” Oaken cast a spell, and Acessiwal was consumed in flame. His head rose up above the maelstrom and roared a plume of frost that spread across the ceiling. His smoking body collapsed, and his wings twitched once, twice, then lay still. Acessiwal the Ice King of the north was dead.
The Knights cheered. They hadn’t taken one serious wound. Grumbar was bleeding badly, but he still had fight enough in him “for THREE more dragons,” or so he bellowed.
“I want its head,” Kizzlorn said.
Edge glanced at her. “Kizz, let’s…”
“I don’t care, I want its head. It’s coming with us. Its skull is going to adorn the Keep, to let everyone know the dragon has fallen. Verbobonc can now rest easily.” She was walking back and forth over the snow and ice in the cavern, searching the floor. She stopped near the center and knelt. Here was what she was looking for. She gently brushed some snow away and looked upon the remains of her parents. Two skeletons, wearing colored rags, with frost-covered wedding bands on their fingers. She whispered to them. “So. There you are.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “It’s me, Kizzlorn. Little Kizz. I’ve come back to you. I’ve killed the dragon. We’re going to take you back to the Keep, now. Back home.” She gently placed her parents’ bones into a bag of holding.
Kizzlorn stood and walked over to Jamison, who was shifting back to his normal form. She looked at him, and he looked back, nervously. She embraced him. “I forgive you.”
He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry about everything, Kizz. Never again.”
“I know.”
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