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The Age of Worms - Morrus' Campaign - Finished 6th August!!
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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 4221100" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>As Janga lay bleeding on the dark stone floor and Lashonna towered over Flynne, I began to get worried. I snatched a scroll from my belt and read it, and the blazing power of the enchanted item simply stopped time for me for almost half a minute. During that time, I called on the powers of the <em>Staff of the Magi</em> to summon a towering spider-like demon and then layer several towering walls of fire over the dragon and the dark altar. </p><p></p><p>When time rushed back me, Lashonna roared in pain, but the altar was completely unscathed. My summoned bebilith spat webs towards the dragon, aiming to trap her in the fires, but the sticky substance missed completely. I spat curses, as Bob began to swing his sunblade overhead. Flynne joined him, and they both approached her, hemming her into a blazing globe of sunlight from both sides.</p><p></p><p>There was a sensation as though I’d blinked, and then I looked around. The silver dragon still stood in the flames, but seemed not to be concerned about the heat any longer. Rapidly quaffing a potion of <em>True Seeing</em>, I scanned the room and could see her – the dragoness had cast an illusion and moved. </p><p></p><p>She was stood within inches of me, silent and breathless; but definitely smiling in triumph.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>Yelling in alarm, I dived away from her, shouting out warnings in two languages, one of which caused the bebilith to spray more webs across the wall near the dragon, then triggering the powers of my staff of <em>sunbeams</em>, spraying light across her hide which burned her badly. </p><p></p><p>My comrades dashed to flank her, light spreading from their whirling sunblades, and she leapt into the air, landing heavily on me. I felt my spine protest and something go in my shoulder as I was smashed to the floor. Despite my agony, I had already cast the blazing light spell, and so I triggered it once again and blasted her once again. Bob closed to encompass her in the still spreading light, whilst Flynne sopped swinging his and fired at her writhing form.</p><p></p><p>“Drop the sword, or I slay the bard in 2 seconds,” threatened the dragoness, glaring daggers at Bob. To emphasise her point, she ground one bony heel down on my leg causing me to scream and then cast a powerful spell which wrenched away practically all of my energy, leaving me gasping and in pain.</p><p></p><p>I screamed, and as I prepared to sell my life dearly I triggered the burning spell once again. Lashonna screamed in rage as more of her dry flesh was burned off her bones, and then a second spell was triggered – the <em>contingent Freedom of Movement</em> I had prepared from a scroll a few days earlier.</p><p></p><p>I slipped easily from Lashonna’s heavy grasp, and leapt away from her reach, grabbing a powerful potion of healing as I did so. </p><p></p><p>Frustrated, and still caught in the sunlight which was slowly sapping her powers, the dragon spewed lethal ice-like air at us. Lethal, that is, but for the layers of mystical protections Janga had cast over us before his untimely deaths. </p><p></p><p>Once again, the bebilith’s sticky spray missed its intended target, and I burned her with tremendously powerful sunlight whilst gulping down the healing potion and my wounds all but disappeared. Bob tried to keep her locked in place with the sunblade, whilst Flynne continued his steady flow of powerful undead-bane arrows.</p><p></p><p>Then she cast a spell, and the sunlight flooding from the long blade abruptly winked out. Lashonna growled in triumph. </p><p></p><p>Frustrated, I blasted her with another of the sunbeams, at which point the bebilith’s long stabbing arms slashed deeply into the altar’s stone and tore the profane thing into two pieces. The sinuous form of the silver dragon raised her neck un the air and screamed in rage. She turned, and breathed in deeply, ready to freeze us all with icy breath again.</p><p></p><p>Flynne and Bob both spun, and as Bob’s arrows peppered her neck, and then Flynne shot. Every arrow missed, except one which flew in between her gaping jaws, spearing through the roof of her mouth and into her brain.</p><p></p><p>Instantly dead, Lashonna crashed to the floor.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>I took some time to read a scroll of <em>True Resurrection</em>, and recharge the <em>Staff of the Magi</em> by exhausting a weak wand’s magic. We healed, prepared, and climbed a flight of stairs to the next chamber.</p><p></p><p>We emerged into the corner of a 30 foot high domed chamber whose walls were lined with carvings which showed scenes of a world ruled by worms. The entire chamber was lit with an eerie green glow, and in the centre of the room a beautiful woman stood alone. She turned, revealing a hideous mis-aligned face, leering with one hunched shoulder and half-sized wings sprouting from her twisted back.</p><p></p><p>“Hemriss,” I mouthed in recognition of Prince Zeech’s daughter even as she raised her bow and began to pull an arrow from her quiver. </p><p></p><p>There was a strange hesitance, and a look of horror in her eye as something forced her to attack her.</p><p></p><p>Flynne, however, didn’t hesitate. His first arrow took her in the forearm, lancing up through her arm from the wrist to the elbow and making her spill her quiver to the floor. The next arrow struck her in the hip and she spun through the air with the force of the blow. As she twisted, the black-scaled elf kept drawing and firing, his arms blurring.</p><p></p><p>When Hemriss felled to the floor, arrows protruded from her eye socket, transfixed her throat and pierced her chest from back to front and across the side, crossing at the point of her heart. To add insult to injury, a sixth arrow had contemptuously cut through the tendons of her right wrist, as though the misshapen archer’s bow had ever been a threat to Flynne.</p><p></p><p>“I think…,” I began. “Ah, never mind. Too late…”</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>Sweeping the room, we learned that the dark energies swirling in the room were focussed onto the destroyed altar in the room below. Unable to change the flow, we moved through a side passage and onto a balcony which went around the edge of the ziggurat. Studded around the balcony were a large number of egg-like sacs, torn open from within and reeking of decay.</p><p></p><p>We moved onwards and upwards, onto another balcony on the level above, again studded with the same 8 foot tall towering and reeking egg-like things. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>On this new level, we re-entered the ziggurat, into yet another towering room lined with sinister reliefs – this time showing Kyuss’ armies triumphant. Prowling around the room were three tall creatures which seemed like a strange amalgam of worm, lizard, ape and bat. </p><p></p><p>Flynne opened up on the closest, and Bob joined in – within seconds arrows peppered its large hide. Janga and I cast spells; his one of summoning whilst mine sealed the creatures into a huge mass of rolling fog which would slow down and trap the two to the rear. </p><p></p><p>Some eldritch power of the creatures’ own burst out, and my fog spell was soon streaked with bursts of greenish vapour, whilst the free creature lumbered towards us and exhaled a cone of grey/brown acid, which sizzled and burned around us. We all either avoided the caustic spray, or were once again protected by Janga’s spellcasting. </p><p></p><p>Bob fired into the rapidly-emerging fog cloud around the closest creature, whilst Janga’s summoning spell was concluded; a towering air elemental swiftly whisked away the fog cloud around the closer creature, allowing Flynne to blast down a column of fire with the power of his cloak.</p><p></p><p>I tossed a fireball into the solid fog, which boomed damply and flared for an instant, and one of the two creatures burst out of the fog to breathe more acid over us. I was burned somewhat as Janga’s protective spell failed.</p><p></p><p>Flynne ignored the fog and fired a series of arrows into the closest creature, rewarded with a series of meaty thunks of solid impact and a crash as it collapsed.</p><p></p><p>Curing and protecting himself, Janga dashed around the corner into the room, whilst I walled away one of the two surviving creatures with a wall of force. The other lashed out at Flynne with a series of long claw-tipped tentacles. He swore; slurring the words due to some strange draining power of the bites, but kept up his steady stream of arrows – I noticed he was using silver edged arrows now, which bit deeply.</p><p></p><p>Janga ran back, and cured Flynne with a wand and a word, then they were swallowed into the fog of the approaching monstrosity. I flung a fireball into the fogged area, and a few moments later heard a yell of alarm from Flynne. Bob’s fire tailed off as there was a roar from the other side of the ziggurat, signifying that the last creature had escaped the fog and the force wall to approach us from the other side. </p><p></p><p>Chants of healing came from within the fog, and then the sounds of bowfire and another solid crash. The fog cleared over Flynne and Janga. </p><p></p><p>The last creature emerged, flying around the outside of the ziggurat and breathed. We leapt away from the caustic spray, and returned fire – Bob’s arrows pinning the creature’s wings and then Flynne emerged from a hiding place to add his accurate shots to vulnerable parts of its anatomy.</p><p></p><p>The beast, stabbed with a full dozen arrows, died under the assault, and crashed out of the sky, bouncing off the ziggurat as it rolled down the slope.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 4221100, member: 5675"] As Janga lay bleeding on the dark stone floor and Lashonna towered over Flynne, I began to get worried. I snatched a scroll from my belt and read it, and the blazing power of the enchanted item simply stopped time for me for almost half a minute. During that time, I called on the powers of the [i]Staff of the Magi[/i] to summon a towering spider-like demon and then layer several towering walls of fire over the dragon and the dark altar. When time rushed back me, Lashonna roared in pain, but the altar was completely unscathed. My summoned bebilith spat webs towards the dragon, aiming to trap her in the fires, but the sticky substance missed completely. I spat curses, as Bob began to swing his sunblade overhead. Flynne joined him, and they both approached her, hemming her into a blazing globe of sunlight from both sides. There was a sensation as though I’d blinked, and then I looked around. The silver dragon still stood in the flames, but seemed not to be concerned about the heat any longer. Rapidly quaffing a potion of [i]True Seeing[/i], I scanned the room and could see her – the dragoness had cast an illusion and moved. She was stood within inches of me, silent and breathless; but definitely smiling in triumph. .oOo. Yelling in alarm, I dived away from her, shouting out warnings in two languages, one of which caused the bebilith to spray more webs across the wall near the dragon, then triggering the powers of my staff of [i]sunbeams[/i], spraying light across her hide which burned her badly. My comrades dashed to flank her, light spreading from their whirling sunblades, and she leapt into the air, landing heavily on me. I felt my spine protest and something go in my shoulder as I was smashed to the floor. Despite my agony, I had already cast the blazing light spell, and so I triggered it once again and blasted her once again. Bob closed to encompass her in the still spreading light, whilst Flynne sopped swinging his and fired at her writhing form. “Drop the sword, or I slay the bard in 2 seconds,” threatened the dragoness, glaring daggers at Bob. To emphasise her point, she ground one bony heel down on my leg causing me to scream and then cast a powerful spell which wrenched away practically all of my energy, leaving me gasping and in pain. I screamed, and as I prepared to sell my life dearly I triggered the burning spell once again. Lashonna screamed in rage as more of her dry flesh was burned off her bones, and then a second spell was triggered – the [i]contingent Freedom of Movement[/i] I had prepared from a scroll a few days earlier. I slipped easily from Lashonna’s heavy grasp, and leapt away from her reach, grabbing a powerful potion of healing as I did so. Frustrated, and still caught in the sunlight which was slowly sapping her powers, the dragon spewed lethal ice-like air at us. Lethal, that is, but for the layers of mystical protections Janga had cast over us before his untimely deaths. Once again, the bebilith’s sticky spray missed its intended target, and I burned her with tremendously powerful sunlight whilst gulping down the healing potion and my wounds all but disappeared. Bob tried to keep her locked in place with the sunblade, whilst Flynne continued his steady flow of powerful undead-bane arrows. Then she cast a spell, and the sunlight flooding from the long blade abruptly winked out. Lashonna growled in triumph. Frustrated, I blasted her with another of the sunbeams, at which point the bebilith’s long stabbing arms slashed deeply into the altar’s stone and tore the profane thing into two pieces. The sinuous form of the silver dragon raised her neck un the air and screamed in rage. She turned, and breathed in deeply, ready to freeze us all with icy breath again. Flynne and Bob both spun, and as Bob’s arrows peppered her neck, and then Flynne shot. Every arrow missed, except one which flew in between her gaping jaws, spearing through the roof of her mouth and into her brain. Instantly dead, Lashonna crashed to the floor. .oOo. I took some time to read a scroll of [i]True Resurrection[/i], and recharge the [i]Staff of the Magi[/i] by exhausting a weak wand’s magic. We healed, prepared, and climbed a flight of stairs to the next chamber. We emerged into the corner of a 30 foot high domed chamber whose walls were lined with carvings which showed scenes of a world ruled by worms. The entire chamber was lit with an eerie green glow, and in the centre of the room a beautiful woman stood alone. She turned, revealing a hideous mis-aligned face, leering with one hunched shoulder and half-sized wings sprouting from her twisted back. “Hemriss,” I mouthed in recognition of Prince Zeech’s daughter even as she raised her bow and began to pull an arrow from her quiver. There was a strange hesitance, and a look of horror in her eye as something forced her to attack her. Flynne, however, didn’t hesitate. His first arrow took her in the forearm, lancing up through her arm from the wrist to the elbow and making her spill her quiver to the floor. The next arrow struck her in the hip and she spun through the air with the force of the blow. As she twisted, the black-scaled elf kept drawing and firing, his arms blurring. When Hemriss felled to the floor, arrows protruded from her eye socket, transfixed her throat and pierced her chest from back to front and across the side, crossing at the point of her heart. To add insult to injury, a sixth arrow had contemptuously cut through the tendons of her right wrist, as though the misshapen archer’s bow had ever been a threat to Flynne. “I think…,” I began. “Ah, never mind. Too late…” .oOo. Sweeping the room, we learned that the dark energies swirling in the room were focussed onto the destroyed altar in the room below. Unable to change the flow, we moved through a side passage and onto a balcony which went around the edge of the ziggurat. Studded around the balcony were a large number of egg-like sacs, torn open from within and reeking of decay. We moved onwards and upwards, onto another balcony on the level above, again studded with the same 8 foot tall towering and reeking egg-like things. .oOo. On this new level, we re-entered the ziggurat, into yet another towering room lined with sinister reliefs – this time showing Kyuss’ armies triumphant. Prowling around the room were three tall creatures which seemed like a strange amalgam of worm, lizard, ape and bat. Flynne opened up on the closest, and Bob joined in – within seconds arrows peppered its large hide. Janga and I cast spells; his one of summoning whilst mine sealed the creatures into a huge mass of rolling fog which would slow down and trap the two to the rear. Some eldritch power of the creatures’ own burst out, and my fog spell was soon streaked with bursts of greenish vapour, whilst the free creature lumbered towards us and exhaled a cone of grey/brown acid, which sizzled and burned around us. We all either avoided the caustic spray, or were once again protected by Janga’s spellcasting. Bob fired into the rapidly-emerging fog cloud around the closest creature, whilst Janga’s summoning spell was concluded; a towering air elemental swiftly whisked away the fog cloud around the closer creature, allowing Flynne to blast down a column of fire with the power of his cloak. I tossed a fireball into the solid fog, which boomed damply and flared for an instant, and one of the two creatures burst out of the fog to breathe more acid over us. I was burned somewhat as Janga’s protective spell failed. Flynne ignored the fog and fired a series of arrows into the closest creature, rewarded with a series of meaty thunks of solid impact and a crash as it collapsed. Curing and protecting himself, Janga dashed around the corner into the room, whilst I walled away one of the two surviving creatures with a wall of force. The other lashed out at Flynne with a series of long claw-tipped tentacles. He swore; slurring the words due to some strange draining power of the bites, but kept up his steady stream of arrows – I noticed he was using silver edged arrows now, which bit deeply. Janga ran back, and cured Flynne with a wand and a word, then they were swallowed into the fog of the approaching monstrosity. I flung a fireball into the fogged area, and a few moments later heard a yell of alarm from Flynne. Bob’s fire tailed off as there was a roar from the other side of the ziggurat, signifying that the last creature had escaped the fog and the force wall to approach us from the other side. Chants of healing came from within the fog, and then the sounds of bowfire and another solid crash. The fog cleared over Flynne and Janga. The last creature emerged, flying around the outside of the ziggurat and breathed. We leapt away from the caustic spray, and returned fire – Bob’s arrows pinning the creature’s wings and then Flynne emerged from a hiding place to add his accurate shots to vulnerable parts of its anatomy. The beast, stabbed with a full dozen arrows, died under the assault, and crashed out of the sky, bouncing off the ziggurat as it rolled down the slope. [/QUOTE]
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