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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3479338" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>Up in the sky, face to face with the screaming Igmut, the illithid floated backwards slightly. The four thick-set tentacles squirmed in unison, and overhead I could see the air ripple slightly under some strange psionic pulse. As the ripple moved, the top of the green pond pulsed in sympathy. Dust flew through the air, whilst banners hanging from the wall flapped in the energies, but Igmut didn’t so much as twitch.</p><p></p><p>Malachite, meanwhile, was near me still in the form of a tiger. He pawed at a potion bottle which Igmut had left on the floor, and lapped at the spilled liquid – abruptly he dashed into the room and ran up the wall to the right side, towards the second drow archer. </p><p></p><p>In front of Flynne and myself, the two octopins dropped from the wall, lashing out at my elven friend and I, causing us both to scream in agony at the terrifying claw-wounds.</p><p></p><p>As more lightning flew overhead, blasting through Igmut’s heavy armour and dealing him serious wounds despite his avoiding the worst of the bolt. The heavy-set orc simply moved forwards grimly, slashing repeatedly with his sword as he tried to back the flying illithid against the walls. Dark blood seeped from a number of wounds, but many of Igmut’s blows slashed through illusionary effects which shrouded the creature making it appear to be subtly out-of-place. </p><p></p><p>Back on the ground, I shouted a suggestion to Flynne, who held back his assault whilst I dived through the forest of snapping claw-tipped tentacles to the far side of the closest beast and stabbed at it with my rapier. With the creature distracted, Flynne stepped forwards, and thrust his longsword with deadly pinpoint accuracy. Seeping ichor from terrible injuries, it sagged and collapsed to the ground. </p><p></p><p>Behind me, there was a crash of an armoured drow falling to the floor, followed by Malachite’s roar of triumph. Meanwhile, squealing shrilly at the loss of its mate, the remaining octopin lashed out savagely at Flynne, gripping him with both claws and trying its best to tear off his arm at the shoulder.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the echoes of Malachite’s triumphant roar were joined by the savage shrieks of the bronze griffon which continued its assault on the second drow warrior, who was now hacking back at it with its long thing sword. A third voice was raised in fury, as Igmut entered his warrior’s frenzy, hacking deep wounds into the Illithid before it floated backwards against the wall and cast a familiar looking spell – a dark ray struck the half orc and drained him of much of his fury-borne strength in an instant. This didn’t stop Igmut from moving forwards and hacking once more.</p><p></p><p>Back on the ground, Flynne and I repeated our ploy against the second octopin, as I ducked and weaved through its weaving limbs to distract it – whilst Flynne’s blows were viciously perfect in their accuracy, my rapier glanced off its rubbery hide.</p><p></p><p>Malachite, still in tiger-form, ran around the room – his paws clinging to the wall with the power of Igmut’s potion as he went. When he reached the dark stone column, he roared once again in pain, as black energies cracked around him, but he leapt from the column to cling to the wall several feet above the illithid.</p><p></p><p>Whilst the octopin slashed Flynne across his already-wounded shoulder, the illithid plummeted 20 feet towards the floor, ducking away from Igmut’s sword-swing as it fell before looking up and sending another pulse of energies up towards both Igmut and tiger-Malachite. Malachite seemed to simply blink off the effect of the vicious energies whirling around him, whilst Igmut seemed to have a harder time of it, clutching his greatsword and muttering ‘Kord’ through gritted teeth as he shook off the psionic effect.</p><p></p><p>Screeching all the while, the griffon managed to slash the second drow, dealing enough injuries to drop the archer off his tower to crash to the floor in a shower of weapons, armour and deep blue coloured skin. </p><p></p><p>Igmut’s sword swung triumphantly downwards, sensing weakness in the now-panicked illithid, but the blow scythed through the protective illusion, not the illithid itself. </p><p></p><p>I managed to dispatch the octopin with a lunge and a twist, taking the point of my drow-wrought sword through its single eye. Suddenly free from this threat, Flynne snatched up his bow and fired a pair of arrows, one of which went wide, but he second sank to the fletchings between the illithid’s dark eyes. Sagging, the monster released its grip on the enchanted rod, and hung limply in the air, dead.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We all paused for almost a full minute, deeply relieved that we hadn’t all been slaughtered as swiftly as Endo. Catching our breath, however, we then turned, and Malachite, Igmut and I used dozens of charges of wands to heal our many serious injuries. I had to discard one of mine in disgust as it was exhausted, and borrowed a second from Igmut. </p><p></p><p>Whilst Flynne snatched up a key from the body of the illithid and examined the small door which stood at the foot of the column, Malachite turned to destroying a colony of tiny purple tadpoles he found swimming in the green pond. I helped Igmut piece Endo together, then sat to one side of the room with a quill and Endo’s spellbook, where I penned a short masterpiece in remembrance of the mage, at the foot of the two similar passages in memory of his brother Morgan. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>When I had finished, Flynne had not only managed to pick his way into a small room containing bookshelves, a desk and a small chest, which he opened with the captured key. </p><p></p><p>On the book lay a heavy ledger of sales and purchases penned in undercommon. Most recently, I saw a passage which detailed a contract having been taken out to kill a group of adventurers which plainly detailed my friends and myself. </p><p></p><p>Since then, the illithid had sold something called the “Apostolic Scrolls” to one Lauris Racnian, the Director of the Free City’s Arena.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 3479338, member: 5675"] Up in the sky, face to face with the screaming Igmut, the illithid floated backwards slightly. The four thick-set tentacles squirmed in unison, and overhead I could see the air ripple slightly under some strange psionic pulse. As the ripple moved, the top of the green pond pulsed in sympathy. Dust flew through the air, whilst banners hanging from the wall flapped in the energies, but Igmut didn’t so much as twitch. Malachite, meanwhile, was near me still in the form of a tiger. He pawed at a potion bottle which Igmut had left on the floor, and lapped at the spilled liquid – abruptly he dashed into the room and ran up the wall to the right side, towards the second drow archer. In front of Flynne and myself, the two octopins dropped from the wall, lashing out at my elven friend and I, causing us both to scream in agony at the terrifying claw-wounds. As more lightning flew overhead, blasting through Igmut’s heavy armour and dealing him serious wounds despite his avoiding the worst of the bolt. The heavy-set orc simply moved forwards grimly, slashing repeatedly with his sword as he tried to back the flying illithid against the walls. Dark blood seeped from a number of wounds, but many of Igmut’s blows slashed through illusionary effects which shrouded the creature making it appear to be subtly out-of-place. Back on the ground, I shouted a suggestion to Flynne, who held back his assault whilst I dived through the forest of snapping claw-tipped tentacles to the far side of the closest beast and stabbed at it with my rapier. With the creature distracted, Flynne stepped forwards, and thrust his longsword with deadly pinpoint accuracy. Seeping ichor from terrible injuries, it sagged and collapsed to the ground. Behind me, there was a crash of an armoured drow falling to the floor, followed by Malachite’s roar of triumph. Meanwhile, squealing shrilly at the loss of its mate, the remaining octopin lashed out savagely at Flynne, gripping him with both claws and trying its best to tear off his arm at the shoulder. Meanwhile, the echoes of Malachite’s triumphant roar were joined by the savage shrieks of the bronze griffon which continued its assault on the second drow warrior, who was now hacking back at it with its long thing sword. A third voice was raised in fury, as Igmut entered his warrior’s frenzy, hacking deep wounds into the Illithid before it floated backwards against the wall and cast a familiar looking spell – a dark ray struck the half orc and drained him of much of his fury-borne strength in an instant. This didn’t stop Igmut from moving forwards and hacking once more. Back on the ground, Flynne and I repeated our ploy against the second octopin, as I ducked and weaved through its weaving limbs to distract it – whilst Flynne’s blows were viciously perfect in their accuracy, my rapier glanced off its rubbery hide. Malachite, still in tiger-form, ran around the room – his paws clinging to the wall with the power of Igmut’s potion as he went. When he reached the dark stone column, he roared once again in pain, as black energies cracked around him, but he leapt from the column to cling to the wall several feet above the illithid. Whilst the octopin slashed Flynne across his already-wounded shoulder, the illithid plummeted 20 feet towards the floor, ducking away from Igmut’s sword-swing as it fell before looking up and sending another pulse of energies up towards both Igmut and tiger-Malachite. Malachite seemed to simply blink off the effect of the vicious energies whirling around him, whilst Igmut seemed to have a harder time of it, clutching his greatsword and muttering ‘Kord’ through gritted teeth as he shook off the psionic effect. Screeching all the while, the griffon managed to slash the second drow, dealing enough injuries to drop the archer off his tower to crash to the floor in a shower of weapons, armour and deep blue coloured skin. Igmut’s sword swung triumphantly downwards, sensing weakness in the now-panicked illithid, but the blow scythed through the protective illusion, not the illithid itself. I managed to dispatch the octopin with a lunge and a twist, taking the point of my drow-wrought sword through its single eye. Suddenly free from this threat, Flynne snatched up his bow and fired a pair of arrows, one of which went wide, but he second sank to the fletchings between the illithid’s dark eyes. Sagging, the monster released its grip on the enchanted rod, and hung limply in the air, dead. .oOo. We all paused for almost a full minute, deeply relieved that we hadn’t all been slaughtered as swiftly as Endo. Catching our breath, however, we then turned, and Malachite, Igmut and I used dozens of charges of wands to heal our many serious injuries. I had to discard one of mine in disgust as it was exhausted, and borrowed a second from Igmut. Whilst Flynne snatched up a key from the body of the illithid and examined the small door which stood at the foot of the column, Malachite turned to destroying a colony of tiny purple tadpoles he found swimming in the green pond. I helped Igmut piece Endo together, then sat to one side of the room with a quill and Endo’s spellbook, where I penned a short masterpiece in remembrance of the mage, at the foot of the two similar passages in memory of his brother Morgan. .oOo. When I had finished, Flynne had not only managed to pick his way into a small room containing bookshelves, a desk and a small chest, which he opened with the captured key. On the book lay a heavy ledger of sales and purchases penned in undercommon. Most recently, I saw a passage which detailed a contract having been taken out to kill a group of adventurers which plainly detailed my friends and myself. Since then, the illithid had sold something called the “Apostolic Scrolls” to one Lauris Racnian, the Director of the Free City’s Arena. [/QUOTE]
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