The Continuing Adventures of the Knights of the Silver Quill: Glacier Season
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So you're almost through eh? I admit I'm really hoping Dartan makes it, I find myself much more attached to the original characters, of whom he is the last. I'm cringing every time he charges into battle, even knowing that is his way.
I miss Hannah. She and Dartan were such perfect foils.
Looking forward to the conclusion of this adventure Doc!
So you're almost through eh? I admit I'm really hoping Dartan makes it, I find myself much more attached to the original characters, of whom he is the last. I'm cringing every time he charges into battle, even knowing that is his way.
I miss Hannah. She and Dartan were such perfect foils.
Looking forward to the conclusion of this adventure Doc!
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Dr Midnight
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Whew!
Just got in from tonight's game.
We finally wrapped up Monte's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil. There were several plot threads tied up, several memorable combats, and- I dare say- an epic feel. Big things happened.
I begin writing.....
....
...NOW!
Just got in from tonight's game.
We finally wrapped up Monte's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil. There were several plot threads tied up, several memorable combats, and- I dare say- an epic feel. Big things happened.
I begin writing.....
....
...NOW!
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Wowsers...
I hope Dartan survived!
I hope Dartan survived!
Dr Midnight
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This one's dedicated to Broccli_Head, my first reader
Session 35
Moonday, 3rd of Needfest
SAVING THE WORLD
The group searched the area and found only a small box sitting on a table. On opening it, they found a number of tightly wrapped scrolls. They were all scrolls involving protection from fire. They took the scrolls and wandered down the only hallway branching off from the room- to the east.
Down this way, the corridor began turning different colors. It was painted in deep red. As the hallway wound on, it was painted in brighter shades of red and orange. It ended in a room the shape of an eight-pointed diamond. At its center was a circle painted in orange. There was no exit from the room. “This room is shaped identically to the Fire Temple key we won, long ago,” Dartan said.
“Attempting to do something with that circle is either very bad or our only option,” Rafflorn said. No one had the heart to agree. He sent his clockwork pseudodragon, Surge, over it to investigate. As it flapped over the magic circle, it was engulfed in a ball of fire. When the fire cleared nothing remained. No Surge, no metal pieces, no ash, nothing. Rafflorn hadn’t been expecting that, and cried out in fear. He rushed forward without thinking and disappeared in a flash of flame.
Jettok, Kat, Kyla, Dartan, and Vek stood there stunned for a moment before they realized the only way to find out what had happened was to walk through the circle themselves. They realized that they may be full well walking into a death trap, but luck had borne them this far. They took a breath and jumped into the circle.
When their feet touched the ground, they were in a red diamond-shaped room with eight doors. The heat was intense and sweltering. The air was hard to breathe, it was so hot. Rafflorn called out to them. “Look around later- help now!” He was being attacked by a large lizardlike man-thing that glowed white-orange and left fire in its wake.
Dartan led the charge and hacked the salamander into chunks. The creature’s remains smoldered like red-hot coals from a campfire.
Wasting no time, they chose a door at random and walked through it. They had no way of knowing at the time just what the door would lead them to. They were faced with a long hallway with three branching corridors. Vek led them to the end corridor- another random work of fate.
This room they’d found was really more of a vast hall. Its ceilings were sixty feet high, and it was lined with twenty-foot wide fire pits. At one end the hall widened into a bulb shape, to accommodate a colossal throne. It was made of glass and fire roared and flickered within it. Standing next to the throne was a medusa with a head of flaming snakes. Sitting upon the throne was an absolutely immense creature made entirely of flame. Across its lap lay a greatsword that must have measured at least thirty feet from hilt to tip. The creature’s eyes glowed white hot as it saw the Knights standing at the entrance to its hall. It stood up. It was fifty feet tall. It towered over them all- a great inferno of a creature with a fiery greatsword in its right hand.
“We know of you,” the medusa hissed. “We have been warned of the ones who would come to undo us, and we are prepared. BEHOLD, MORTALS! YOUR FINAL ENEMY: IMIX, PRINCE OF FIRE!”
Imix lifted his sword and roared in challenge. Dartan roared back, gripped his own human-sized sword firmly, and ran forward.
More to come...
Session 35
Moonday, 3rd of Needfest
SAVING THE WORLD
The group searched the area and found only a small box sitting on a table. On opening it, they found a number of tightly wrapped scrolls. They were all scrolls involving protection from fire. They took the scrolls and wandered down the only hallway branching off from the room- to the east.
Down this way, the corridor began turning different colors. It was painted in deep red. As the hallway wound on, it was painted in brighter shades of red and orange. It ended in a room the shape of an eight-pointed diamond. At its center was a circle painted in orange. There was no exit from the room. “This room is shaped identically to the Fire Temple key we won, long ago,” Dartan said.
“Attempting to do something with that circle is either very bad or our only option,” Rafflorn said. No one had the heart to agree. He sent his clockwork pseudodragon, Surge, over it to investigate. As it flapped over the magic circle, it was engulfed in a ball of fire. When the fire cleared nothing remained. No Surge, no metal pieces, no ash, nothing. Rafflorn hadn’t been expecting that, and cried out in fear. He rushed forward without thinking and disappeared in a flash of flame.
Jettok, Kat, Kyla, Dartan, and Vek stood there stunned for a moment before they realized the only way to find out what had happened was to walk through the circle themselves. They realized that they may be full well walking into a death trap, but luck had borne them this far. They took a breath and jumped into the circle.
When their feet touched the ground, they were in a red diamond-shaped room with eight doors. The heat was intense and sweltering. The air was hard to breathe, it was so hot. Rafflorn called out to them. “Look around later- help now!” He was being attacked by a large lizardlike man-thing that glowed white-orange and left fire in its wake.
Dartan led the charge and hacked the salamander into chunks. The creature’s remains smoldered like red-hot coals from a campfire.
Wasting no time, they chose a door at random and walked through it. They had no way of knowing at the time just what the door would lead them to. They were faced with a long hallway with three branching corridors. Vek led them to the end corridor- another random work of fate.
This room they’d found was really more of a vast hall. Its ceilings were sixty feet high, and it was lined with twenty-foot wide fire pits. At one end the hall widened into a bulb shape, to accommodate a colossal throne. It was made of glass and fire roared and flickered within it. Standing next to the throne was a medusa with a head of flaming snakes. Sitting upon the throne was an absolutely immense creature made entirely of flame. Across its lap lay a greatsword that must have measured at least thirty feet from hilt to tip. The creature’s eyes glowed white hot as it saw the Knights standing at the entrance to its hall. It stood up. It was fifty feet tall. It towered over them all- a great inferno of a creature with a fiery greatsword in its right hand.
“We know of you,” the medusa hissed. “We have been warned of the ones who would come to undo us, and we are prepared. BEHOLD, MORTALS! YOUR FINAL ENEMY: IMIX, PRINCE OF FIRE!”
Imix lifted his sword and roared in challenge. Dartan roared back, gripped his own human-sized sword firmly, and ran forward.
More to come...
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...holy wow...
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Dartan put three well-placed cuts into the monster’s lower body. His sword moved like mercury, and his practiced blows cut deep, like justice itself.
Imix reared back with fury and attacked. He landed one, then, two, three, and finally four blows with his thirty-foot long greatsword. The entire party winced at the telling amount of damage Dartan took… then gasped as he fell to his knees and slumped forward. Dartan was down for the count, within the first six seconds of combat.
Kyla’s mind never took time to weigh the consequences. The heroic cleric ran forward, clanking in her armor. Jettok saw what she was trying to do, and made a heroic sacrifice of his own- he ran towards Imix, waving his hands angrily. “Here! I’m the one you want, you great bloody matchstick!” He took the bait and slashed him, leaving a cauterized black wound showing through his armor. He convulsed in pain, but knew he’d given Kyla enough time to do what needed to be done.
Kyla kneeled beside Dartan’s body, called out to Pelor, and jammed her hands against his wounds. White energy surged from her and into him. “Come on, Dartan, come on… we need you!”
Jettok and the others engaged Imix. Rafflorn cast lightning spells from a good distance away. Vek did his best to get close enough to land a blow. Katya cast a spell on the medusa, who was muttering something to a large silver sphere held in her hands. The woman looked up and yelped in alarm as her body shrunk suddenly. The sphere clunked to the ground. A tiny crustacean, widely known as a shrimp, furiously writched and clawed where the medusa had stood.
Dartan’s eyes shot open. He rolled to his feet and swung his sword, never losing momentum. He cut and hacked deep into the Prince of Fire. Gluts of lava-blood splashed from the wounds.
Imix was now surrounded by Knights, so he spread his attacks out among them. Jettok and Dartan took the most damage, as they seemed the greatest threat. Dartan had Kyla behind him, continuously healing the damage he took. Jettok was not so lucky. The dwarf was also noticing that his greataxe’s swings weren’t doing any worthy damage to the colossal fire elemental. He knew, however, that his friends were in danger, and he was prepared to die a distraction rather than run and leave his comrades to death. He kept attacking.
Katya worked her way over to the shrimp-medusa and plucked the tiny, delicious monster-morsel from the ground. She put it in her pocket. She then picked up the silver ball. She turned herself invisible, then held it up and called out to the giant fire creature. “HALT!!” She yelled.
Imix barely noticed her- but the distraction proved to have a positive effect. Its hold faltered on its sword mid-swing, and when Dartan ducked an incoming blow, the sword flew from its grasp and turned on a vast horizontal plane. It soared through the air to the other side of the corridor, one hundred feet away. It smashed into the wall, caving in most of it and creating the most jarring CLANG!! Noise any of them had ever heard.
Imix stepped over them all as they cut and cast at him. “Take advantage of him now, while he’s unarmed,” Dartan shouted. “Form a line- be ready for when he comes back!”
At the other end of the hall, Imix picked his sword up and walked back towards them. In the dim, smoky air, the sight was terrifying. His steps were hollow THOOOMs that shook the ground.
Rafflorn shot a bolt of lightning through the Prince of Fire’s head. It angered him. Imix raised his sword and cut Dartan almost to pieces with three wide chops. “Hold your ground!” Dartan grunted. Blood ran from his armor chinks in rivers. He whipped his sword back, screamed, then slashed… cut… parried… and thrust.
Imix stopped attacking. He stood there dumbly, for a moment, looking at them all. Then, he dropped his sword. Vek had almost a full two seconds to watch it fall towards him. It clanged and cracked the ground as it landed fully on top of him, nearly crushing him to death. Imix moaned. It was a deep, grumbling kind of noise- almost like timbers groaning within a fire. He fell back, and shattered the ground where he landed.
Imix, Prince of Fire, was defeated.
More to come...
Imix reared back with fury and attacked. He landed one, then, two, three, and finally four blows with his thirty-foot long greatsword. The entire party winced at the telling amount of damage Dartan took… then gasped as he fell to his knees and slumped forward. Dartan was down for the count, within the first six seconds of combat.
Kyla’s mind never took time to weigh the consequences. The heroic cleric ran forward, clanking in her armor. Jettok saw what she was trying to do, and made a heroic sacrifice of his own- he ran towards Imix, waving his hands angrily. “Here! I’m the one you want, you great bloody matchstick!” He took the bait and slashed him, leaving a cauterized black wound showing through his armor. He convulsed in pain, but knew he’d given Kyla enough time to do what needed to be done.
Kyla kneeled beside Dartan’s body, called out to Pelor, and jammed her hands against his wounds. White energy surged from her and into him. “Come on, Dartan, come on… we need you!”
Jettok and the others engaged Imix. Rafflorn cast lightning spells from a good distance away. Vek did his best to get close enough to land a blow. Katya cast a spell on the medusa, who was muttering something to a large silver sphere held in her hands. The woman looked up and yelped in alarm as her body shrunk suddenly. The sphere clunked to the ground. A tiny crustacean, widely known as a shrimp, furiously writched and clawed where the medusa had stood.
Dartan’s eyes shot open. He rolled to his feet and swung his sword, never losing momentum. He cut and hacked deep into the Prince of Fire. Gluts of lava-blood splashed from the wounds.
Imix was now surrounded by Knights, so he spread his attacks out among them. Jettok and Dartan took the most damage, as they seemed the greatest threat. Dartan had Kyla behind him, continuously healing the damage he took. Jettok was not so lucky. The dwarf was also noticing that his greataxe’s swings weren’t doing any worthy damage to the colossal fire elemental. He knew, however, that his friends were in danger, and he was prepared to die a distraction rather than run and leave his comrades to death. He kept attacking.
Katya worked her way over to the shrimp-medusa and plucked the tiny, delicious monster-morsel from the ground. She put it in her pocket. She then picked up the silver ball. She turned herself invisible, then held it up and called out to the giant fire creature. “HALT!!” She yelled.
Imix barely noticed her- but the distraction proved to have a positive effect. Its hold faltered on its sword mid-swing, and when Dartan ducked an incoming blow, the sword flew from its grasp and turned on a vast horizontal plane. It soared through the air to the other side of the corridor, one hundred feet away. It smashed into the wall, caving in most of it and creating the most jarring CLANG!! Noise any of them had ever heard.
Imix stepped over them all as they cut and cast at him. “Take advantage of him now, while he’s unarmed,” Dartan shouted. “Form a line- be ready for when he comes back!”
At the other end of the hall, Imix picked his sword up and walked back towards them. In the dim, smoky air, the sight was terrifying. His steps were hollow THOOOMs that shook the ground.
Rafflorn shot a bolt of lightning through the Prince of Fire’s head. It angered him. Imix raised his sword and cut Dartan almost to pieces with three wide chops. “Hold your ground!” Dartan grunted. Blood ran from his armor chinks in rivers. He whipped his sword back, screamed, then slashed… cut… parried… and thrust.
Imix stopped attacking. He stood there dumbly, for a moment, looking at them all. Then, he dropped his sword. Vek had almost a full two seconds to watch it fall towards him. It clanged and cracked the ground as it landed fully on top of him, nearly crushing him to death. Imix moaned. It was a deep, grumbling kind of noise- almost like timbers groaning within a fire. He fell back, and shattered the ground where he landed.
Imix, Prince of Fire, was defeated.
More to come...
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