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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3767688" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>As Flynne headed for the unlit entrance, we all noticed something twist in the air above our heads. Looking up, we saw a dark stain blotting the sky. As we tried to work out what it was, the stain spread in an instant to cover the whole sky. In the blink of an eye the peak was restored; its black rock surface intact and unscarred. </p><p></p><p>The very pinnacle seemed to writhe, as though the thick black rock was merely a thin shell covering a moving creature. As though hatching its way free of a vast black egg, a massive red-scaled dragon tore its way free of the black stone. As shattered rock fell many storeys towards us, the beast’s wings broke free and it took flight northwards, a monolith clutched tightly in its rear claws.</p><p></p><p>The dark rock of the monolith was scored with runes, and deep within the rock there appeared to writhe worms somehow almost in the shape of a ghastly visage.</p><p></p><p>An instant before the tonnes of rock fell onto us, the vision faded and we were left at the foot of the broken ziggurat once more.</p><p></p><p>We looked at Flynne expectantly, and he sighed deeply before turning back to the dark entrance.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>Once inside, we passed up a couple of stairs and through a second open doorway into a room whose walls depicted armoured figures destroying some ancient civilisation, whilst overhead clouds shrouded a cold cruel figure which clutched a vicious looking lumpen pickaxe.</p><p></p><p>Ignoring the painted and carved destruction, we pushed our way through a set of double doors into a vast chamber lined with pillars. Towards the centre of the room both ceiling and floor had been torn apart by something whose power had smashed the heavy stone pillars towards the sides of the room as though they were twigs. </p><p></p><p>From the deep pit in the centre of the room, tendrils of green mist rose up into the room, where they faded. </p><p></p><p>I plucked a few ominous notes on my lute. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>As we neared on the crater, we noticed three other doorways. Faint rustling sounds came from behind the doors to the sides; the door on the far side of the chamber (which we expected to lead straight out of the other side of the ziggurat) was silent. </p><p></p><p>Ignoring the crater for the time being, we moved to the door on our left, where we noticed a faint greenish light spilling from the keyhole. </p><p></p><p>Maynard pulled the heavy stone door open, whilst Flynne and Igmut aimed bow and spear towards the entrance, clearly ready for enemies within. Rather than the expected undead, however, we were met with a short silver-haired elven figure, whose eyes were an ever-shifting rainbow hue. Power crackled from his fingers, crackles of lightning earthing itself at his feet and into the powerful winged figures which stood to either side of the figure.</p><p></p><p>These other two were similarly beautiful, each standing easily 12 feet tall with long blond hair to their muscular shoulders. Sprouting from their backs were huge feathery angelic wings. Power and confidence positively oozed from them, and as they stood their they clenched their fists. Somehow, their arms elongated and thinned, forming into blades which sprang into a dark blood-red flame. </p><p></p><p>At the same instant, Flynne fired an arrow, and the smaller figure spoke a single word. As Flynne’s arrow slammed into its shoulder, Igmut was bathed in a pillar of flame. As he screamed in pain, the two angelic looking figures cackled and stepped forwards. With madness and hate in their eyes, they slashed at the big half orc and the monk standing next to him with their burning and bladed forelimbs. </p><p></p><p>Flynne’s next volley of arrows slammed home into the thin elf-like fallen angel, and he crashed to the floor bleeding silvery blood across the floor from multiple deep wounds. Igmut’s greatsword slashed deeply into one of the corrupted sword archons, whilst Maynard’s mighty blows smashed repeatedly into the other. </p><p></p><p>I used a wand to fire a series of magic missiles into one of them, and Maynard’s rapid punches felled the creature. As it collapsed, the madness and hatred faded from its eyes. The second joined it a few moments later as Igmut’s sword swept across, and through, its torso. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>The green-lit room faded, and was replaced with an intact and clinical-looking torture chamber. Wailing victims were strapped to tables, with arrays of bright and sharp-looking implements lined up near to them. </p><p></p><p>A handsome man in blood-spattered robes stood to one side, talking to a six armed insectile spellreaver – a rotting and undead creature of awesome power and a deeply hostile alien intelligence. </p><p></p><p>The creature clutched a long green crystalline rod, and with one of its other decayed arms passed a jewelled iron box to the huma, who used iron tongs to withdraw a writhing green worm. The man inspected the worm with a triumphant look upon his face. </p><p></p><p>The torture chamber faded back to the decayed and fungus-infested chamber we had seen on first entering. There were no other entrances, so we turned to the door on the far wall.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>This time, when Maynard wrenched the door open we could see into a poorly lit library, and the stench of the four undead creatures within wafted out to meet us immediately. At their centre was a stooped dwarf-like creature in heavy plate mail armour which positively crawled with worms. Three taller figures flanked the twisted shape. They also reeked of death and dripped worms slowly from their armour. They had heavy armour on too, and also clutched heavy green energy-infused swords in their skeletal fists. </p><p></p><p>I cast a spell designed to interfere with spellcasting into the room, but it didn’t seem to have any effect as the squat twisted figure cast a spell of his own before the three rotting knights raised their swords to point them towards us. Three large blasts of negative energy exploded around us.</p><p></p><p>Enchanted, Igmut simply ignored the massive blasts, whilst Maynard Flynne and I all managed to leap out of the way of them all, taking cover behind the broken pillars and walls. </p><p></p><p>As I cast a spell of <em>hastening</em>, Maynard’s shuriken largely bounced off the closest figure. Igmut’s spear, however, punched through the chestplate of the twisted figure. It simply gripped the haft of the spear and began to pull itself towards the half orc. </p><p></p><p>It had pulled itself a short distance towards the horrified-looking cleric when Flynne, preternaturally fast and skilled with his bow normally, but under the effects of my quickening magics, fired a huge number of arrows which punched through and around the hunched figure’s armour and destroyed it in a series of magically enhanced bursts. </p><p></p><p>Yet more of his arrows blasted into the skeletal knights, and two of them responded by slamming heavily into Igmut, dealing him terrible damage with their green greatswords.</p><p></p><p>As I ran over and tipped a flask of powerful healing draught across his wounds, the third figure levelled his sword and another black explosion of negative energy blasted across the fight. This caught me unawares, and pain blossomed through my whole body. At the same time, the more badly wounded of the undead knights was healed spontaneously by the evil effect. </p><p></p><p>Gritting his teeth, Igmut switched to his greatsword, and lashed out. A huge burst of light was testimony to his hitting and releasing the stored <em>Searing Light</em> spell from within his enchanted blade. </p><p></p><p>Flynne’s arrows filled the air once again, and the closest of the undead knights began to collapse. As it fell, however, the body went rigid and dark energies exploded outwards. Once again, they washed over Igmut and the rest of us dived away from them. </p><p></p><p>As I blinked away the remainder of the dark blast from my vision, I could see that Flynne’s elven eyes had already found their next target as several more fletchings protruded from the other knight which stood in the doorway continuing to focus its attacks on Igmut and Maynard. </p><p></p><p>The third figure stepped up to the doorway and began to join in the assault on my comrades, hacking at Maynard with a swipe from its heavy sword. </p><p></p><p>As I began to sing yet another encouraging chant, Igmut hacked away with abandon, and Flynne’s arrows flew once again.</p><p></p><p>BOOM!</p><p></p><p>Another black wave washed over my comrades, causing Maynard apparent agony as it did so.</p><p></p><p>I fired another pair of magic missiles from my wand, and then Igmut’s sword spoke for us all, and yet another black blast washed out from the last falling undead horror.</p><p></p><p>Though it hurt both Maynard and I, there was no remaining abomination to capitalise on the damage, and we looked into the room as we dug for our healing wands. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>Once again, the decaying library seemed to blossom and renew itself in front of our eyes. The same evil-looking humanoid sat at a dask, looking at some runes written upon a series of bronze discs. </p><p></p><p>The six armed spellreaver stood close to the man once again, and without speaking it simply pointed at a detail on one of the discs. Twisting the thing slightly, the human’s face blossomed into comprehension as he squinted at the texts. </p><p></p><p>The room faded once again, its glories lost to the ravages of time. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We inspected the library, seeing that there were 12 glass vials on mounts around the walls. Each of these contained a long grey coloured worm in suspension.</p><p></p><p>A book on a podium on one wall featured on its cover a runic emblem of a worm within a human skull, and the aged cracking parchment within spoke of the use of ‘knowledge worms’; the means Kyuss used to grant knowledge to his followers. </p><p></p><p>At the back of the room, Flynne grinned as he slipped “The Complete Libram of the Necromantic Arts, Volume III” out of its leathery human-skin cover and into his backpack.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 3767688, member: 5675"] As Flynne headed for the unlit entrance, we all noticed something twist in the air above our heads. Looking up, we saw a dark stain blotting the sky. As we tried to work out what it was, the stain spread in an instant to cover the whole sky. In the blink of an eye the peak was restored; its black rock surface intact and unscarred. The very pinnacle seemed to writhe, as though the thick black rock was merely a thin shell covering a moving creature. As though hatching its way free of a vast black egg, a massive red-scaled dragon tore its way free of the black stone. As shattered rock fell many storeys towards us, the beast’s wings broke free and it took flight northwards, a monolith clutched tightly in its rear claws. The dark rock of the monolith was scored with runes, and deep within the rock there appeared to writhe worms somehow almost in the shape of a ghastly visage. An instant before the tonnes of rock fell onto us, the vision faded and we were left at the foot of the broken ziggurat once more. We looked at Flynne expectantly, and he sighed deeply before turning back to the dark entrance. .oOo. Once inside, we passed up a couple of stairs and through a second open doorway into a room whose walls depicted armoured figures destroying some ancient civilisation, whilst overhead clouds shrouded a cold cruel figure which clutched a vicious looking lumpen pickaxe. Ignoring the painted and carved destruction, we pushed our way through a set of double doors into a vast chamber lined with pillars. Towards the centre of the room both ceiling and floor had been torn apart by something whose power had smashed the heavy stone pillars towards the sides of the room as though they were twigs. From the deep pit in the centre of the room, tendrils of green mist rose up into the room, where they faded. I plucked a few ominous notes on my lute. .oOo. As we neared on the crater, we noticed three other doorways. Faint rustling sounds came from behind the doors to the sides; the door on the far side of the chamber (which we expected to lead straight out of the other side of the ziggurat) was silent. Ignoring the crater for the time being, we moved to the door on our left, where we noticed a faint greenish light spilling from the keyhole. Maynard pulled the heavy stone door open, whilst Flynne and Igmut aimed bow and spear towards the entrance, clearly ready for enemies within. Rather than the expected undead, however, we were met with a short silver-haired elven figure, whose eyes were an ever-shifting rainbow hue. Power crackled from his fingers, crackles of lightning earthing itself at his feet and into the powerful winged figures which stood to either side of the figure. These other two were similarly beautiful, each standing easily 12 feet tall with long blond hair to their muscular shoulders. Sprouting from their backs were huge feathery angelic wings. Power and confidence positively oozed from them, and as they stood their they clenched their fists. Somehow, their arms elongated and thinned, forming into blades which sprang into a dark blood-red flame. At the same instant, Flynne fired an arrow, and the smaller figure spoke a single word. As Flynne’s arrow slammed into its shoulder, Igmut was bathed in a pillar of flame. As he screamed in pain, the two angelic looking figures cackled and stepped forwards. With madness and hate in their eyes, they slashed at the big half orc and the monk standing next to him with their burning and bladed forelimbs. Flynne’s next volley of arrows slammed home into the thin elf-like fallen angel, and he crashed to the floor bleeding silvery blood across the floor from multiple deep wounds. Igmut’s greatsword slashed deeply into one of the corrupted sword archons, whilst Maynard’s mighty blows smashed repeatedly into the other. I used a wand to fire a series of magic missiles into one of them, and Maynard’s rapid punches felled the creature. As it collapsed, the madness and hatred faded from its eyes. The second joined it a few moments later as Igmut’s sword swept across, and through, its torso. .oOo. The green-lit room faded, and was replaced with an intact and clinical-looking torture chamber. Wailing victims were strapped to tables, with arrays of bright and sharp-looking implements lined up near to them. A handsome man in blood-spattered robes stood to one side, talking to a six armed insectile spellreaver – a rotting and undead creature of awesome power and a deeply hostile alien intelligence. The creature clutched a long green crystalline rod, and with one of its other decayed arms passed a jewelled iron box to the huma, who used iron tongs to withdraw a writhing green worm. The man inspected the worm with a triumphant look upon his face. The torture chamber faded back to the decayed and fungus-infested chamber we had seen on first entering. There were no other entrances, so we turned to the door on the far wall. .oOo. This time, when Maynard wrenched the door open we could see into a poorly lit library, and the stench of the four undead creatures within wafted out to meet us immediately. At their centre was a stooped dwarf-like creature in heavy plate mail armour which positively crawled with worms. Three taller figures flanked the twisted shape. They also reeked of death and dripped worms slowly from their armour. They had heavy armour on too, and also clutched heavy green energy-infused swords in their skeletal fists. I cast a spell designed to interfere with spellcasting into the room, but it didn’t seem to have any effect as the squat twisted figure cast a spell of his own before the three rotting knights raised their swords to point them towards us. Three large blasts of negative energy exploded around us. Enchanted, Igmut simply ignored the massive blasts, whilst Maynard Flynne and I all managed to leap out of the way of them all, taking cover behind the broken pillars and walls. As I cast a spell of [I]hastening[/I], Maynard’s shuriken largely bounced off the closest figure. Igmut’s spear, however, punched through the chestplate of the twisted figure. It simply gripped the haft of the spear and began to pull itself towards the half orc. It had pulled itself a short distance towards the horrified-looking cleric when Flynne, preternaturally fast and skilled with his bow normally, but under the effects of my quickening magics, fired a huge number of arrows which punched through and around the hunched figure’s armour and destroyed it in a series of magically enhanced bursts. Yet more of his arrows blasted into the skeletal knights, and two of them responded by slamming heavily into Igmut, dealing him terrible damage with their green greatswords. As I ran over and tipped a flask of powerful healing draught across his wounds, the third figure levelled his sword and another black explosion of negative energy blasted across the fight. This caught me unawares, and pain blossomed through my whole body. At the same time, the more badly wounded of the undead knights was healed spontaneously by the evil effect. Gritting his teeth, Igmut switched to his greatsword, and lashed out. A huge burst of light was testimony to his hitting and releasing the stored [I]Searing Light[/I] spell from within his enchanted blade. Flynne’s arrows filled the air once again, and the closest of the undead knights began to collapse. As it fell, however, the body went rigid and dark energies exploded outwards. Once again, they washed over Igmut and the rest of us dived away from them. As I blinked away the remainder of the dark blast from my vision, I could see that Flynne’s elven eyes had already found their next target as several more fletchings protruded from the other knight which stood in the doorway continuing to focus its attacks on Igmut and Maynard. The third figure stepped up to the doorway and began to join in the assault on my comrades, hacking at Maynard with a swipe from its heavy sword. As I began to sing yet another encouraging chant, Igmut hacked away with abandon, and Flynne’s arrows flew once again. BOOM! Another black wave washed over my comrades, causing Maynard apparent agony as it did so. I fired another pair of magic missiles from my wand, and then Igmut’s sword spoke for us all, and yet another black blast washed out from the last falling undead horror. Though it hurt both Maynard and I, there was no remaining abomination to capitalise on the damage, and we looked into the room as we dug for our healing wands. .oOo. Once again, the decaying library seemed to blossom and renew itself in front of our eyes. The same evil-looking humanoid sat at a dask, looking at some runes written upon a series of bronze discs. The six armed spellreaver stood close to the man once again, and without speaking it simply pointed at a detail on one of the discs. Twisting the thing slightly, the human’s face blossomed into comprehension as he squinted at the texts. The room faded once again, its glories lost to the ravages of time. .oOo. We inspected the library, seeing that there were 12 glass vials on mounts around the walls. Each of these contained a long grey coloured worm in suspension. A book on a podium on one wall featured on its cover a runic emblem of a worm within a human skull, and the aged cracking parchment within spoke of the use of ‘knowledge worms’; the means Kyuss used to grant knowledge to his followers. At the back of the room, Flynne grinned as he slipped “The Complete Libram of the Necromantic Arts, Volume III” out of its leathery human-skin cover and into his backpack. [/QUOTE]
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