The Creation Schema:THE FINAL BATTLE FOR POSSESSION OF THE SCHEMA
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megamania
Hero
"megamania, are you actually -trying- to kill Cedious off?"
I'm trying to challenge each character to the point of death
"It would be a shame if you did. There would be no one to mess you carefully-laid plans up if that happened.![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
"
He has already warned me that his back-up character is much worse.
"By the by, when will Garrow show up again, and does Cedious moon him?
"
Garrow is around. Vol is unhappy with his progress and has him on a short leash after resurrecting him. (hard to punish the dead.) Cedious' butt will be exposed again I'm sure of it. Rush Late-a-Lot will be reappearing soon whom has been mooned and I'm over do for a Khyber Pit adventure.
What do you think of the story thus far?
I'm trying to challenge each character to the point of death
"It would be a shame if you did. There would be no one to mess you carefully-laid plans up if that happened.
"He has already warned me that his back-up character is much worse.
"By the by, when will Garrow show up again, and does Cedious moon him?
"Garrow is around. Vol is unhappy with his progress and has him on a short leash after resurrecting him. (hard to punish the dead.) Cedious' butt will be exposed again I'm sure of it. Rush Late-a-Lot will be reappearing soon whom has been mooned and I'm over do for a Khyber Pit adventure.
What do you think of the story thus far?
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megamania
Hero
EBERRON
09/17/05
SEGMENT 122
“Vown and Cannith”
Zarantyr 08, 999
“The island of Hedone was terrific. We must go again.” Purrs Lady Elaydren ir’Vown-Cannith.
“Yes my love. Perhaps for a second honeymoon.” Merrix d’Cannith says as he comes into the bedroom with a cooled pitcher of sweetened water and fruit.
“Do you think anyone knows the truth?” She says while picking up a few grapes gently in her manicured hand. “Do you think anyone suspects our “disappearance” was a cover for our wedding?”
“I care little anyway. When we return to Sharn it will be announced to all, including my family.”
“Muuuummmm …won’t they be unhappy.” She says teasingly as she plucks a grape free of the bunch touches it to her lips.
“I care little for what they want or do not want. So long as I have you and the forge I am happy.”
“Yes, me …and the forge. A more serious tone overcomes her for a brief moment but then she smiles and relaxes once more. “When will you allow me to see this amazing forge?”
“Soon my love.”
“Soon?”
“Very soon.”
She places the grape onto his lips while he lies there and she kisses him. His eyes are closed and hers open. She looks into the darkness as if to intimidate something within the darkness.
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Three hours later, Merrix falls asleep while Elaydren carefully gets up. She looks down at his body. It is exposed and vulnerable. An easy kill. “…And soon after soon my love….” She whispers with venom and malice.
She places on a gown that is glamored. It turns dark and covers much of her body as she climbs the stairs to the deck of the seacraft. Being careful to not to be seen, she places a note into a special pouch. A seagull of all creatures lands on the rail and caws loudly at her. It sidesteps to her until within reach. She places the pouch onto a holder on its chest and she says “Kim Elderich”. The seagull takes flight and disappears into the dark sky over the sea.
“Was that a seagull?” comes Merrix’ voice from behind her. She curls a finger onto a ring of hers.
“Darling- you are awake.”
He hugs and holds her. His mind splits between the two most important things in his life- The Warforged and his newest Love.
She relaxes and uncurls her finger. The faint glow of her ring leaves and she sighs inside. “Soon” she thinks.
09/17/05
SEGMENT 122
“Vown and Cannith”
Zarantyr 08, 999
“The island of Hedone was terrific. We must go again.” Purrs Lady Elaydren ir’Vown-Cannith.
“Yes my love. Perhaps for a second honeymoon.” Merrix d’Cannith says as he comes into the bedroom with a cooled pitcher of sweetened water and fruit.
“Do you think anyone knows the truth?” She says while picking up a few grapes gently in her manicured hand. “Do you think anyone suspects our “disappearance” was a cover for our wedding?”
“I care little anyway. When we return to Sharn it will be announced to all, including my family.”
“Muuuummmm …won’t they be unhappy.” She says teasingly as she plucks a grape free of the bunch touches it to her lips.
“I care little for what they want or do not want. So long as I have you and the forge I am happy.”
“Yes, me …and the forge. A more serious tone overcomes her for a brief moment but then she smiles and relaxes once more. “When will you allow me to see this amazing forge?”
“Soon my love.”
“Soon?”
“Very soon.”
She places the grape onto his lips while he lies there and she kisses him. His eyes are closed and hers open. She looks into the darkness as if to intimidate something within the darkness.
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Three hours later, Merrix falls asleep while Elaydren carefully gets up. She looks down at his body. It is exposed and vulnerable. An easy kill. “…And soon after soon my love….” She whispers with venom and malice.
She places on a gown that is glamored. It turns dark and covers much of her body as she climbs the stairs to the deck of the seacraft. Being careful to not to be seen, she places a note into a special pouch. A seagull of all creatures lands on the rail and caws loudly at her. It sidesteps to her until within reach. She places the pouch onto a holder on its chest and she says “Kim Elderich”. The seagull takes flight and disappears into the dark sky over the sea.
“Was that a seagull?” comes Merrix’ voice from behind her. She curls a finger onto a ring of hers.
“Darling- you are awake.”
He hugs and holds her. His mind splits between the two most important things in his life- The Warforged and his newest Love.
She relaxes and uncurls her finger. The faint glow of her ring leaves and she sighs inside. “Soon” she thinks.
Cedious
First Post
Solarious said:megamania, are you actually -trying- to kill Cedious off? It would be a shame if you did. There would be no one to mess you carefully-laid plans up if that happened.
By the by, when will Garrow show up again, and does Cedious moon him?
LOL thats funny, mega and i constantly talk about how his little encounters are aimed more at killing/ fustrating me then anyone else
Garrow and me deffinatly have a date in the future
maybee a little nudity involved....posibly some bondage....should be fun 
I just need to get my hands on the women that stole my schema pieces thats my top priority at the moment.....unless a khyber pit comes along and i might have to take a quick bathroom break
megamania
Hero
EBERRON
09/17/05
SEGMENT 123
“Kim Elderich”
The winter ice was already forming along the edges of Mirror Lake. The mirrored image of the purple and white castle was becoming hidden by cold fingers of white. Kim minded little. The view was the best within his village and that is all that mattered.
The Dwarven businessman lived by the creed- “The best is the most expensive and I always buy the best.” Kim was not unlike most dwarves that way. And he certainly was no different that way than from any other Aurum member. Especially the inner circle, the Platinum Circle.
He watched with mild curiosity as a white bird circled his castle. Then as if it had found something or someone it turned and dove at him.
Kim watched for a moment then reached up and pointed at the bird. Suddenly there is a burst of feathers and only a small scroll case falls to his feet. Still curious, he looks at the scroll case then the rain of white feathers. He picks up the scroll case and opens it. He slides out the small message within. With a small smirk, he castes a new spell onto it to enlarge the scroll to read.
He reads the scroll case and nods happily. Often he pauses before rereading a passage then finally he reduces the scroll, which falls into a fold of space within a ring.
“It appears I must speak to Antus ir’Soldorak about the schema.” He says out loud but to no one. Elaydren is near to the prize and nearer to solving the mystery.”
09/17/05
SEGMENT 123
“Kim Elderich”
The winter ice was already forming along the edges of Mirror Lake. The mirrored image of the purple and white castle was becoming hidden by cold fingers of white. Kim minded little. The view was the best within his village and that is all that mattered.
The Dwarven businessman lived by the creed- “The best is the most expensive and I always buy the best.” Kim was not unlike most dwarves that way. And he certainly was no different that way than from any other Aurum member. Especially the inner circle, the Platinum Circle.
He watched with mild curiosity as a white bird circled his castle. Then as if it had found something or someone it turned and dove at him.
Kim watched for a moment then reached up and pointed at the bird. Suddenly there is a burst of feathers and only a small scroll case falls to his feet. Still curious, he looks at the scroll case then the rain of white feathers. He picks up the scroll case and opens it. He slides out the small message within. With a small smirk, he castes a new spell onto it to enlarge the scroll to read.
He reads the scroll case and nods happily. Often he pauses before rereading a passage then finally he reduces the scroll, which falls into a fold of space within a ring.
“It appears I must speak to Antus ir’Soldorak about the schema.” He says out loud but to no one. Elaydren is near to the prize and nearer to solving the mystery.”
megamania
Hero
EBERRON
09/17/05
SEGMENT 124
“Boddynoc and Asunder continue on”
Barrakas 21, 998
The thinking zombie now known as Boddynoc and the warforged known as Asunder climb the last hill of Darguun before reaching the Mournlands. They stop and look at the massive cloud and wonder. What has happened within the clouds this time? Is Whitehearth still abandoned? Or has House Cannith taken it back. The artificer begins down the hill and Asunder follows.
“When we were here last we were chasing the Emerald Claw hoping to find the Rose Quarry and the clues within before them. Do you remember that?”
“Yes” says the warforged fighter in a very simple tone. He is uncertain if this is a good idea. Where are the others? Were they all killed by the fiend disguised as a cleric of the Silver Flame? Does it matter? He has a job to do again. He has reason to be and things to do. These are important also.
“Since I no longer need sleep and you never did allow us to continue.” Says the gnome. He takes a few more steps towards the mists then slows….”Is something wrong?”
“The mists are a foe we can not fight. We can only hope it allows us to enter once more.” Says the warforged while it stares at the mists that seem to swirl as if reaching for them.
“That is why we go together.” And impatient with the delay, he goes towards the mist once more. Asunder follows.
The mists are just as confusing as before. Boddynoc Grinkle marches in. He climbs over the stonewall that he has encountered and then waits for Asunder. Nothing. He waits a moment longer then hears a crash. He carefully moves to that direction but is certain to keep in mind the direction and turns he makes while doing so.
He finds the Warforged caught in a quagmire. He walked into the wooden fence that kept others from walking to it and fell in. The zombie looks around and finds a sturdy stick, possibly a quarter staff, and hands one end to the Warforged. It is not easy but he does climb out. “Be careful. There are many obstacles and dangers within these mists.”
Boddynoc and Asunder walk a short ways then come to a large metal and wood cart. Details are hard to make out within the mists. There appear to be wheels on the 15x10 sled and it sits about 10 feet high. “What have we here?” asks the curious artificer. He has always enjoyed finding new magical creations and recently he has come to like the built for war ones also. Warforged are still his favorite however. He hopes to find missed clues at the Foundry to locate more Schema pieces and assemble them to unlock their secrets.
After several minutes of exploring Boddynoc has discovered what he has. It is a land bound elemental driven craft that moves over land. It is armored and has a place for two at the top to use wands to attack. Looking inside he finds three wands remaining for this use. He examines them. Two have lost their magical might but the other has several charges remaining. “Excellent- shall we?”
The Elemental bound armored cart slowly rides into through the mist. It runs over and crushes walls, small sheds, an outhouse and many dead people. A large lizard-dragon type of creature watches in dismay and doesn’t attack.
“A new age begins.” Says Boddynoc as his yellow eyes look out through narrow slits between plating.
09/17/05
SEGMENT 124
“Boddynoc and Asunder continue on”
Barrakas 21, 998
The thinking zombie now known as Boddynoc and the warforged known as Asunder climb the last hill of Darguun before reaching the Mournlands. They stop and look at the massive cloud and wonder. What has happened within the clouds this time? Is Whitehearth still abandoned? Or has House Cannith taken it back. The artificer begins down the hill and Asunder follows.
“When we were here last we were chasing the Emerald Claw hoping to find the Rose Quarry and the clues within before them. Do you remember that?”
“Yes” says the warforged fighter in a very simple tone. He is uncertain if this is a good idea. Where are the others? Were they all killed by the fiend disguised as a cleric of the Silver Flame? Does it matter? He has a job to do again. He has reason to be and things to do. These are important also.
“Since I no longer need sleep and you never did allow us to continue.” Says the gnome. He takes a few more steps towards the mists then slows….”Is something wrong?”
“The mists are a foe we can not fight. We can only hope it allows us to enter once more.” Says the warforged while it stares at the mists that seem to swirl as if reaching for them.
“That is why we go together.” And impatient with the delay, he goes towards the mist once more. Asunder follows.
The mists are just as confusing as before. Boddynoc Grinkle marches in. He climbs over the stonewall that he has encountered and then waits for Asunder. Nothing. He waits a moment longer then hears a crash. He carefully moves to that direction but is certain to keep in mind the direction and turns he makes while doing so.
He finds the Warforged caught in a quagmire. He walked into the wooden fence that kept others from walking to it and fell in. The zombie looks around and finds a sturdy stick, possibly a quarter staff, and hands one end to the Warforged. It is not easy but he does climb out. “Be careful. There are many obstacles and dangers within these mists.”
Boddynoc and Asunder walk a short ways then come to a large metal and wood cart. Details are hard to make out within the mists. There appear to be wheels on the 15x10 sled and it sits about 10 feet high. “What have we here?” asks the curious artificer. He has always enjoyed finding new magical creations and recently he has come to like the built for war ones also. Warforged are still his favorite however. He hopes to find missed clues at the Foundry to locate more Schema pieces and assemble them to unlock their secrets.
After several minutes of exploring Boddynoc has discovered what he has. It is a land bound elemental driven craft that moves over land. It is armored and has a place for two at the top to use wands to attack. Looking inside he finds three wands remaining for this use. He examines them. Two have lost their magical might but the other has several charges remaining. “Excellent- shall we?”
The Elemental bound armored cart slowly rides into through the mist. It runs over and crushes walls, small sheds, an outhouse and many dead people. A large lizard-dragon type of creature watches in dismay and doesn’t attack.
“A new age begins.” Says Boddynoc as his yellow eyes look out through narrow slits between plating.
megamania
Hero
EBERRON
09/17/05
SEGMENT 125
“Rush Late-a-Lot Takes a Stand”
The warforged stood tall and proud. He was facing three other warforged. Though he was a member of the 87, he felt no obligation to the Lord of Blades. He worked for anyone that would hire him. He has worked for Karrnath once, Aundair twice and Cannith a few times. Most recently he has worked for a dwarf in the Mror Holds.
“Your ward holds a map we require,” says the largest of the warforged fighters, “We will not take no for an answer.”
“I fear you must. My new employer is a bit possessive and protective of his goods he has paid for.”
“He is meat. He feels pain. He fears death. He is not worthy.”
“Save the speeches. I will not return to your group nor your army.”
“The living mock you. They have given you a name other than your created one, SN-34. Rush Late-a-Lot is a mockery of your power. You could and should crush them for it.”
“The name is true. I do not consider it to a mockery. The same special talents I have received from the enhanced foundry have also cursed me. I may be greater than the standard forged being but I am eternally cursed to fail- “
“-And you will again!” and the three warforged draw their weapons.
“- doing it on a timely fashion. Very well. If you must.”
The three warforged fighters step up and attack. Two make contact with their swords. The third holds back as Rush’s eyes light up. Suddenly the very gravity changes and the two closest warforged are driven to the ground. The third warforged tries to attack but misses badly. It is too concerned on how to battle this unpredictable brother. Rush raises an arm and blasts a fiery beam of light into the standing but slowed warforged. The energy withers around him and he goes down.
The other two slowly get up. They stare with distrust and renewed respect for the strange warforged brother. Rush opens his mouth and spits out foul smelling black acid. It strikes one warforged and he falls backward and to the sides as his torso erodes away allowing his head and arms to fall to the side. The last warforged looks on in fear. “I will allow you to live but you must bring a message to your Lord. Leave Kim Elderich alone.”
He blasts the last warforged with a beam of concussive energy and then pushes off the balcony into the icy waters of the Mirrored Lake. The stunned warforged sinks quickly in the very deep lake.
09/17/05
SEGMENT 125
“Rush Late-a-Lot Takes a Stand”
The warforged stood tall and proud. He was facing three other warforged. Though he was a member of the 87, he felt no obligation to the Lord of Blades. He worked for anyone that would hire him. He has worked for Karrnath once, Aundair twice and Cannith a few times. Most recently he has worked for a dwarf in the Mror Holds.
“Your ward holds a map we require,” says the largest of the warforged fighters, “We will not take no for an answer.”
“I fear you must. My new employer is a bit possessive and protective of his goods he has paid for.”
“He is meat. He feels pain. He fears death. He is not worthy.”
“Save the speeches. I will not return to your group nor your army.”
“The living mock you. They have given you a name other than your created one, SN-34. Rush Late-a-Lot is a mockery of your power. You could and should crush them for it.”
“The name is true. I do not consider it to a mockery. The same special talents I have received from the enhanced foundry have also cursed me. I may be greater than the standard forged being but I am eternally cursed to fail- “
“-And you will again!” and the three warforged draw their weapons.
“- doing it on a timely fashion. Very well. If you must.”
The three warforged fighters step up and attack. Two make contact with their swords. The third holds back as Rush’s eyes light up. Suddenly the very gravity changes and the two closest warforged are driven to the ground. The third warforged tries to attack but misses badly. It is too concerned on how to battle this unpredictable brother. Rush raises an arm and blasts a fiery beam of light into the standing but slowed warforged. The energy withers around him and he goes down.
The other two slowly get up. They stare with distrust and renewed respect for the strange warforged brother. Rush opens his mouth and spits out foul smelling black acid. It strikes one warforged and he falls backward and to the sides as his torso erodes away allowing his head and arms to fall to the side. The last warforged looks on in fear. “I will allow you to live but you must bring a message to your Lord. Leave Kim Elderich alone.”
He blasts the last warforged with a beam of concussive energy and then pushes off the balcony into the icy waters of the Mirrored Lake. The stunned warforged sinks quickly in the very deep lake.
megamania
Hero
EBERRON
10/01/05
SEGMENT 126
“The Molten Room”
The party of five stop within the hallway connecting the magical rooms. Cedious points out a loose stone that could act as a trap trigger. It is. They go around the trap then rest. During this time Vale and Taskerdoo team up to look at Black sand’s wounds from the Clay Golem. They figure out how to better treat them then finally heal them.
In the morning Cedious looks over Taskerdoo’s map. “I think this is dimensional- not as different parts but how we travel within the trap.” Cedious looks at him like he has two heads. “See how when we travel in circles the room themes seem to repeat every third time….” He shows the rogue the map.
“Squares …shouldn’t it be every four….?” Asks Cedious
Taskerdoo tries to fold the map. It is awkward. “See…?” Cedious looks at him like he just grew a third head.
“So we will be entering a forest …again?”
“No. It is a room we have never entered before …I think.”
Cedious shrugs his halfling shoulders and turns to the door. “Only one way to find out…”
Cedious is cautious at first. He thinks he feels heat from the door. He opens it and a rush of very hot and vapor filled air blows out quickly. “Ugh! It stinks worse than the cogs!”
The fumes and heat rush out at you as the door opens. The acrid smell of molten metal and minerals is strong. The rising heat stings the eyes as you look out before you. Metal catwalks and chains form multiple levels and possible dangers. Below –vats of super heated metal and debris flow beneath the catwalks. Reddish orange molten liquid pours from the ceiling into smaller vats below.
This place is dangerous.
DM NOTE This was NOT inspired by Starwars
“You have got to be kidding me….”, Cedious lets out then recovers, “No problem.”
Logan snorts and grunts at the smell and heat. Taskerdoo wishes they could back track but knows it can not be done. Vale casts a spell onto himself to protect himself from the great heat. History says he falls in.
Cedious looks through the fumes. About ten feet from him is a suspended catwalk. The chains look solid but the catwalk will undoubtedly swing and move if leapt onto. Looking twenty feet, he wonders how well the catwalks will hold the wolverines weight and Black sands also. Especially if jumped onto. Cedious steps off the small 5x5 platform and falls onto and rolls to a gentle stop below. “HOT! OW! OW!” The catwalk is mere inches above the molten material. He quickly stands up and waves for the others to follow. He begins to cough from the terrible toxic fumes of the molten metals and lava.
Taskerdoo castes spider climb onto himself and he carefully walks down the sot-covered walls to a safe section away from Cedious. Cedious begins to look panicked. “Did you see that?!?”
“What?” calls out Black sands as he eyes and judges the jump required to reach the hanging catwalk.
“In the hot stuff- red, scales and it had small wings…..”
Taskerdoo holds down his head. “A dragon …at least it wasn’t an Iron Golem…. That would be bad.”
Cedious is nervous as he looks under his heat. A loud clack and the sound of shaking chains can be heard as the ½ giant lands onto the side of the suspended catwalk. “Metal is hot.” He says as he climbs over the rail onto the “safety” of the catwalk. If he had fallen, he may fall onto the catwalk below but may also fall into the molten pool. He is certain that would hurt and leave a mark.
“There’s two of them!” screams out the halfling rogue as he moves away from the two swirls in the molten material.
Then suddenly two red dragon wyrmlings rise out of the molten goo and flutter next to Cedious and Taskerdoo. A third one tries to grab at Cedious but misses. “Three! Get down here Black sands!”
10/01/05
SEGMENT 126
“The Molten Room”
The party of five stop within the hallway connecting the magical rooms. Cedious points out a loose stone that could act as a trap trigger. It is. They go around the trap then rest. During this time Vale and Taskerdoo team up to look at Black sand’s wounds from the Clay Golem. They figure out how to better treat them then finally heal them.
In the morning Cedious looks over Taskerdoo’s map. “I think this is dimensional- not as different parts but how we travel within the trap.” Cedious looks at him like he has two heads. “See how when we travel in circles the room themes seem to repeat every third time….” He shows the rogue the map.
“Squares …shouldn’t it be every four….?” Asks Cedious
Taskerdoo tries to fold the map. It is awkward. “See…?” Cedious looks at him like he just grew a third head.
“So we will be entering a forest …again?”
“No. It is a room we have never entered before …I think.”
Cedious shrugs his halfling shoulders and turns to the door. “Only one way to find out…”
Cedious is cautious at first. He thinks he feels heat from the door. He opens it and a rush of very hot and vapor filled air blows out quickly. “Ugh! It stinks worse than the cogs!”
The fumes and heat rush out at you as the door opens. The acrid smell of molten metal and minerals is strong. The rising heat stings the eyes as you look out before you. Metal catwalks and chains form multiple levels and possible dangers. Below –vats of super heated metal and debris flow beneath the catwalks. Reddish orange molten liquid pours from the ceiling into smaller vats below.
This place is dangerous.
DM NOTE This was NOT inspired by Starwars
“You have got to be kidding me….”, Cedious lets out then recovers, “No problem.”
Logan snorts and grunts at the smell and heat. Taskerdoo wishes they could back track but knows it can not be done. Vale casts a spell onto himself to protect himself from the great heat. History says he falls in.
Cedious looks through the fumes. About ten feet from him is a suspended catwalk. The chains look solid but the catwalk will undoubtedly swing and move if leapt onto. Looking twenty feet, he wonders how well the catwalks will hold the wolverines weight and Black sands also. Especially if jumped onto. Cedious steps off the small 5x5 platform and falls onto and rolls to a gentle stop below. “HOT! OW! OW!” The catwalk is mere inches above the molten material. He quickly stands up and waves for the others to follow. He begins to cough from the terrible toxic fumes of the molten metals and lava.
Taskerdoo castes spider climb onto himself and he carefully walks down the sot-covered walls to a safe section away from Cedious. Cedious begins to look panicked. “Did you see that?!?”
“What?” calls out Black sands as he eyes and judges the jump required to reach the hanging catwalk.
“In the hot stuff- red, scales and it had small wings…..”
Taskerdoo holds down his head. “A dragon …at least it wasn’t an Iron Golem…. That would be bad.”
Cedious is nervous as he looks under his heat. A loud clack and the sound of shaking chains can be heard as the ½ giant lands onto the side of the suspended catwalk. “Metal is hot.” He says as he climbs over the rail onto the “safety” of the catwalk. If he had fallen, he may fall onto the catwalk below but may also fall into the molten pool. He is certain that would hurt and leave a mark.
“There’s two of them!” screams out the halfling rogue as he moves away from the two swirls in the molten material.
Then suddenly two red dragon wyrmlings rise out of the molten goo and flutter next to Cedious and Taskerdoo. A third one tries to grab at Cedious but misses. “Three! Get down here Black sands!”
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