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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3874656" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>Having collected a number of enchanted weapons and other items from the fallen bodies which had lain at the feet of the Nightmare, we retreated with Fez’s body to the portal. Having passed through, we teleported to the Free City. Once there, we entered into a flurry of activity, selling many of the items (except a massive and heavily enchanted scythe which we felt Fez might enjoy) in order to pay for his resurrection. Once done, we took a few hours to rest before leaping magically back to the island of Tilagos, leaving Endo behinds as he claimed he had “research to complete”. </p><p></p><p>Having once again activated the portal back to the hidden library’s location, I once again persuaded Fez that stepping through a dimension door would be perfectly straightforward and the quickest way to get away from the menacing aura and into a patch of orcs I’d assured him I’d noticed on the way here.</p><p></p><p>After healing his injuries in Tilagos’ hidden centre, we once again took our bearings before deciding that a roc was likely to live in the mountains, and a roc king would be likely to live in the tallest mountain of all. We therefore headed for the hills, and after a number of hours hard walking we reached the tallest of them all in the very centre of the range of massive hills. </p><p></p><p>Once there, I sifted some of the stones through my fingers and stared up at the heights, casting my mind back over forgotten tales and legends. Unbidden, words began to float to my mind.</p><p></p><p>“Blood Feather Peak, home of the king of birds. His feathers hold the key.”</p><p></p><p>The ascent to the very top of Blood Feather Peak was terrible. At least it was for the others. Flynne and Fez, roped together with an enchanted rope of climbing slogged from crag to crevice, fighting against the elements as they struggled upwards. Janga, awestruck by the enormous slope and utterly unable to struggle upwards under the weight of his heavy armour, quaffed a potion and began clambering up the rocks with the grace of a spider.</p><p></p><p>For myself, I activated the power of my recently purchased boots, and rose gracefully alongside my compatriots occasionally pulling myself closer to the mountain whilst keeping myself ready to cast a spell should any of the others fall.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>At the top was a disappointing scene of devastation. Blood lay thick amidst a massive nest, and to one side lay the corpse of the roc king. Looking around, Fez found the tracks of four humanoid figures, one larger and sporting heavy claws, which had fought the roc king before flying away to the south. </p><p></p><p>Shrugging, Fez pulled out a feather, and then we all turned south ourselves and flung ourselves, as one, off the mountain.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>The fall was exhilarating, arrested at the very bottom of a tremendous overhang by a spell I cast to arrest our descent. We landed gently and strode to the south, pausing only so that Janga could cast a spell to try to locate the ‘Doomshroud’ and ‘Krathanos’. </p><p></p><p>This done, we picked our way south into a massive forest. The branches entwined thickly over our heads, and barely any light reached the forest floor. Despite the lack of wind, the leaves and branches rustled and roots seemed somehow to find their way into our paths.</p><p></p><p>After walking through the dark forest for what seemed like hours, we began to hear a mournful sound weaving between the trunks. We walked onwards and the dirge became louder. Despite my efforts to lighten the mood with a song of my own, it was clear that we were all becoming dispirited; except Flynne, who was protected by the powers of the belt we had won during the Free City championship. </p><p></p><p>We were drawn, somehow inexorably, to a small clearing at the centre of which was a 50 foot tall black tree whose long branches danced like serpents. </p><p></p><p>Again I tried to lighten the mood with music of my own, as the dirge sent out by the tree, but my tune slid into the depths to accompany it, rather than lifting our spirits. </p><p></p><p>As my comrades began to prepare for combat, I did my best to join them; tears pouring down my face as I cast a small handful of spells.</p><p></p><p>Flynne then fired his bow, and a specially prepared arrow slammed into the trunk, encasing the tree in a globe of silence and the mood in the clearing improved in an instant. Fez then dashed in, and the tree swatted him with one massive branch. Both the barbarian and Janga yelled in pain at the same time, and I could see a sympathetic bruise blossoming across Janga’s face.</p><p></p><p>Using the scythe we had captured, Fez slashed a mark across the tree, before a gale force wind blasted from it in all directions, making Flynne curse and put his bow away, but sliding around and over us due to layers of protective magics. Janga blasted the tree with lightning from a recently captured mace, and I cast another spell whilst Flynne quaffed a potion making his arm blur as he drew his sword. </p><p></p><p>Fez struck the tree once again, and it began to seep a thick black sap, before it shuddered.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, I could see things moving at the corners of my vision. Spinning, I could see my comrades fighting the tree, and also creeping out of the undergrowth around me. As they drew closer, their features seemed to soften and then go grey – smooth grey doppelganger faces closed in on me when, as one, they drew from their belts long shears. As they drew closer and closer, the shears scythed together making a series of metallic snipping noises. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Then it came. As the doppelgangers got into reach, they danced away from my rapier-point and then sliced again and again. The razor-sharp blades cut again and again at my tongue, and I could feel my mouth welling up with blood, and tried my utmost to scream. The best I could manage was a burbling moan as I sank to my knees. The doppelgangers darted in, sensing victory, and the blades sank deep into me as I collapsed.</p><p></p><p>The world went black.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 3874656, member: 5675"] Having collected a number of enchanted weapons and other items from the fallen bodies which had lain at the feet of the Nightmare, we retreated with Fez’s body to the portal. Having passed through, we teleported to the Free City. Once there, we entered into a flurry of activity, selling many of the items (except a massive and heavily enchanted scythe which we felt Fez might enjoy) in order to pay for his resurrection. Once done, we took a few hours to rest before leaping magically back to the island of Tilagos, leaving Endo behinds as he claimed he had “research to complete”. Having once again activated the portal back to the hidden library’s location, I once again persuaded Fez that stepping through a dimension door would be perfectly straightforward and the quickest way to get away from the menacing aura and into a patch of orcs I’d assured him I’d noticed on the way here. After healing his injuries in Tilagos’ hidden centre, we once again took our bearings before deciding that a roc was likely to live in the mountains, and a roc king would be likely to live in the tallest mountain of all. We therefore headed for the hills, and after a number of hours hard walking we reached the tallest of them all in the very centre of the range of massive hills. Once there, I sifted some of the stones through my fingers and stared up at the heights, casting my mind back over forgotten tales and legends. Unbidden, words began to float to my mind. “Blood Feather Peak, home of the king of birds. His feathers hold the key.” The ascent to the very top of Blood Feather Peak was terrible. At least it was for the others. Flynne and Fez, roped together with an enchanted rope of climbing slogged from crag to crevice, fighting against the elements as they struggled upwards. Janga, awestruck by the enormous slope and utterly unable to struggle upwards under the weight of his heavy armour, quaffed a potion and began clambering up the rocks with the grace of a spider. For myself, I activated the power of my recently purchased boots, and rose gracefully alongside my compatriots occasionally pulling myself closer to the mountain whilst keeping myself ready to cast a spell should any of the others fall. .oOo. At the top was a disappointing scene of devastation. Blood lay thick amidst a massive nest, and to one side lay the corpse of the roc king. Looking around, Fez found the tracks of four humanoid figures, one larger and sporting heavy claws, which had fought the roc king before flying away to the south. Shrugging, Fez pulled out a feather, and then we all turned south ourselves and flung ourselves, as one, off the mountain. .oOo. The fall was exhilarating, arrested at the very bottom of a tremendous overhang by a spell I cast to arrest our descent. We landed gently and strode to the south, pausing only so that Janga could cast a spell to try to locate the ‘Doomshroud’ and ‘Krathanos’. This done, we picked our way south into a massive forest. The branches entwined thickly over our heads, and barely any light reached the forest floor. Despite the lack of wind, the leaves and branches rustled and roots seemed somehow to find their way into our paths. After walking through the dark forest for what seemed like hours, we began to hear a mournful sound weaving between the trunks. We walked onwards and the dirge became louder. Despite my efforts to lighten the mood with a song of my own, it was clear that we were all becoming dispirited; except Flynne, who was protected by the powers of the belt we had won during the Free City championship. We were drawn, somehow inexorably, to a small clearing at the centre of which was a 50 foot tall black tree whose long branches danced like serpents. Again I tried to lighten the mood with music of my own, as the dirge sent out by the tree, but my tune slid into the depths to accompany it, rather than lifting our spirits. As my comrades began to prepare for combat, I did my best to join them; tears pouring down my face as I cast a small handful of spells. Flynne then fired his bow, and a specially prepared arrow slammed into the trunk, encasing the tree in a globe of silence and the mood in the clearing improved in an instant. Fez then dashed in, and the tree swatted him with one massive branch. Both the barbarian and Janga yelled in pain at the same time, and I could see a sympathetic bruise blossoming across Janga’s face. Using the scythe we had captured, Fez slashed a mark across the tree, before a gale force wind blasted from it in all directions, making Flynne curse and put his bow away, but sliding around and over us due to layers of protective magics. Janga blasted the tree with lightning from a recently captured mace, and I cast another spell whilst Flynne quaffed a potion making his arm blur as he drew his sword. Fez struck the tree once again, and it began to seep a thick black sap, before it shuddered. Suddenly, I could see things moving at the corners of my vision. Spinning, I could see my comrades fighting the tree, and also creeping out of the undergrowth around me. As they drew closer, their features seemed to soften and then go grey – smooth grey doppelganger faces closed in on me when, as one, they drew from their belts long shears. As they drew closer and closer, the shears scythed together making a series of metallic snipping noises. Then it came. As the doppelgangers got into reach, they danced away from my rapier-point and then sliced again and again. The razor-sharp blades cut again and again at my tongue, and I could feel my mouth welling up with blood, and tried my utmost to scream. The best I could manage was a burbling moan as I sank to my knees. The doppelgangers darted in, sensing victory, and the blades sank deep into me as I collapsed. The world went black. [/QUOTE]
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