Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Rocket your D&D 5E and Level Up: Advanced 5E games into space! Alpha Star Magazine Is Launching... Right Now!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1284783" data-attributes="member: 11574">Emthur's Ash Tower"No you fool." Emthur shouts at the son of Kyuss "The device won't work if you make her undead." Emthur knocks off the worms that have fallen onto Xanoniel"Now get back to the door, I'll be ready for the other one in just a moment." Emthur orders his jailor, while removing the gag from Xanoniel's mouth to make sure no worms wiggled through."Why are you doing this? Let me go! I brought you your elf, I demand my due payment!" Xanoniel shouts at Emthur"Payment indeed, your payment will be to rest in the knowledge that you have provided a valuable service to me." Emthur repliesXanoniel spits in his face, and moves feebly in her bonds. "You despicable man, you will not find me so easy a prey." "Your screams will fill my tower with music for weeks, I have researched and toiled for decades looking for my salvation. And now, you shall witness what true power is, where true destiny lies, and where your future resides." Emthur responds.Emthur rises to his feet and walks behind a small table that holds an urn made from some kind of black glassy substance. "No, wait listen to reason. I could bring you more elves, I am an heir to an elven throne, I am but a peaceful lover of nature." Xanoniel grovels for her life as Emthur rises his arms over the urn and begins to chant.All of the noise has awoken Alriand, who although still very weak from the poison, manages to open her eyes and get a glimpse of the room, thoroughly confused as to what's going on."I can bring you gold, I will be your lover, I know where Raziel is." Xanoniel fired off the only card she held, as the last resort.Emthur looks at Xanoniel and smiles "So do I." The spell complete, the urn activates it's magic. A glowing gold colored mist seems to precipitate off of the stone slab, instantly it is pulled within the urn. Xanoniel screams in agony as her life is sucked away into the glassy receptacle. Alriand watches as Xanoniel's body shrivels up like a raisin, Xanoniel however still screams. Alriand watches as Xanoniel's eyes crumple, and fall to the floor like little white raisins. Xanoniel's teeth crumble to dust in her mouth, and her hair turns gray, then white, then almost transparent. Finally her body sucked of all life resembling a very desiccated mummy,  falls apart and is blown away on an unseen breeze into the black urn in front of Emthur.Emthur looks over at the jailor and smiles "It works, it works beautifully, and now to finish the job. Bring her to the table." Emthur tells the jailor Grabbing Alriand's arm, the undead jailor pulls her to her feet, lifts her up, and drops her onto the stone slab. Alriand still foggy from the effects of the sleep poison, sees everything happen but is not comprehending the meaning of it all yet.Emthur grabs the urn and lords over it, looking deep inside the urn, Emthur gets lost in the magic. Lifting the urn up, Emthur puts it to his lips, tilting it slowly at first. A black inky tar-like substance cascades out from the urn, and spills into Emthur waiting gullet. The viscous liquid seems to flow with laws of physics of it own creation. Emthur drains the urn of it's contents, and stands upright, losing the little hunched stance he had been favoring. Dropping his staff to the floor, Emthur runs his fingers through the newly sprouting hair on his head. His face becomes less wrinkle filled as decades are shaved off of the effects time has had on Emthur's age. His eyes however become black as coal, and seem to make the room just a little darker. Emthur cackles with glee as Emthur replaces the urn back to the small table it had rested on.*****************************************************************************************************The three men heard the terrible screams that seemed to sing from the walls surrounding them, gnawing at their resolve. They had traversed the left curving passage and were now face with a wide staircase that led up into the tower. The sounds of the zombie horde echoed off the landing they stood on, The smell of burnt flesh reeked up the passageway behind them, as did a sooty cloud of smoke. "Gothmog smell bad smell." Gothmog said while holding his nose"Thanks for the Mr. Obvious report." Rebrey says to Gothmog "How far do you think we have to go?" Rebrey asks Tharhack looking up at the staircase."Please take me with you." a little girls voice shatters the sound of impending doom.Spinning around the men are greeted with the sight of a little girl maybe seven years old, clutching an old doll in her right arm."What are you doing here little girl?" Rebrey asks walking towards the girlTharhack puts his arm out to halt Rebrey's advance "I don't think she wants to be saved." "What are you talking about, it's a little girl, what's your problem?" Rebrey replies"We're in a necromancer's tower, zombies are following us, no one's touched these floors in ages, and you don't find it a little odd that there's a human child just waiting up here for a rescue?" Tharhack responds"Gothmog think little girl diversion." Gothmog chimes in"See, Gothmog gets it." Tharhack statesRebrey looks at the little girl, hair matted with dust, clothes ragged and torn, barefoot, and comtemplates what his heart tells him , and what his brain is screaming at him.</blockquote>

Verification