Lazybones
Adventurer
So I got Keep on the Shadowfell this weekend. I've been reading it through; it's interesting, but definitely a lot of new concepts to sift through. I'm glad I got it on Amazon as there's no way it's worth $30 (IMHO/YMMV). I'll have to wait for the core rules release to see how it all fits together.
I have some story ideas with regards to KotS; stay tuned.
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Chapter 48
THE GUARDIANS
It began with surprising quiet.
The mummies shambled forward without battle cries or noisy declarations, their wrapped feet making a soft whisking noise on the stone floor of the chamber. Aerim and Falah stepped forward to greet them, taking up warding positions on the left and right flanks of their wedge. They communicated without words, each facing five of the oncoming undead, knowing that they alone would not be enough to stop the approaching undead, let alone their immortal master atop the dais.
The soft chants of the spellcasters sounded disproportionally loud in that context, and the magical assault they unleashed was anything but subtle. Ghazaran, reading a scroll stolen from the cache of the church of Soleus, invoked a mass cure serious wounds spell that tore through the ranks of the mummy warriors. But even as white light flared about their bodies, they lifted their swords and pressed forward to fulfill their eternal mandate, to keep that which they guarded safely bound. The spell damaged the creatures, but only marginally, and it did not even achieve that against the lich, the holy surge vanishing as it enveloped the undead lord.
In the immediate wake of the mass cure, the Seer unleashed a second assault, flinging a chain lightning into the ranks of the mummies. This spell, even more destructive than the first, slammed into the lead mummy on the right, continuing in an unbroken chain down their ranks before leaping across to the other file and continuing until all ten of the mummies had been hit. The first mummy, the one that had absorbed the full impact of the spell, staggered, the bandages covering its chest hanging in blackened strips. But it did not fall, and the others had withstood the attack much as they had the first, and kept on coming. The tail end of the bolt arced toward the lich, almost as an afterthought, but again the spell dissolved against some invisible barrier, and the wizard clicked his tongue in frustration.
And still the invaders were not finished; Navev joined his power to that of the other casters, invoking a field of chilling tentacles that sprung up out of the wall and floor along the left side of the room. The first two mummies, skirting the edge of that effect, avoided being snagged by the grasping tendrils, but the last three were all caught, struggling to free themselves as the tentacles twisted around their arms and legs.
And then the mummies were attacking. Aerim swept his blade into the first mummy, the one most damaged by the initial barrage of spells. His blade bit deep into its chest, and the creature fell, dust rising from its shattered ribs. The fighter did not hesitate, bringing his sword up into a ready stance, just in time to absorb the attacks of the fallen creature’s allies. Steel forged beyond the memory of living men clashed, drawing lines of blue and orange sparks that rained down on the combatants. Aerim was a blademaster, a legend brought back to life, but the mummies likewise possessed much of the skill that they had owned when living, and only the Duke’s heavy armor kept him from being cut down in that initial exchange. He kept moving, turning what might have been serious blows into glancing hits, grimacing as the mummy blades rang off his mail.
On the opposite flank, Falah faced off against the two mummies that had gotten around Navev’s chilling tentacles. The Razhuri fighter made good in the initial exchange, taking a hit that had just slid under his parry, twisting his own blade so that it sheared off a big chunk of the first mummy’s skull. The blow would have killed a living man, but the undead warrior barely seemed to feel it.
Two of the mummies on Aerim’s flank moved to bypass the warrior, who could do nothing to stop them, as heavily engaged as he was. One rushed toward Ghazaran, who had unrolled a second scroll. The mummy came on too quickly for him to release the magic of the scroll, but Parzad stepped between them, lifting a hand as he summoned a bolt of psychokinetic energy to stop the attacker. The gambit failed, the surge of psionic power shattering against the dark will of the mummy. Parzad made no move to evade as the mummy swept its sword down in a blinding arc. Ghazaran’s ally was knocked flying, a flare of bright red blood spraying out from the deep wound in his left shoulder. Parzad fell hard to the ground and did not get up.
The other mummy lunged at Ozmad, but the ogre mage made no move to defend himself, barely flinching to avoid the sweeping blade. He took a deep gash across his belly that spurted red, but his attention was focused hard upon the lich, which watched with a cold, empty expression in its flickering red eyes. The mummy lifted its bloody sword to strike again, stepping close enough so that the trailing edges of funereal wrappings nearly brushed against the ogre’s legs as it moved, but still the ogre’s attention did not waver.
What he was waiting for came so suddenly that he nearly missed it, but the ogre mage was a wily and experienced veteran of magical duels. He was not entirely sure of just what spell the lich was casting, but based on the strength of the mass inflict it had opened with, it would be potent and devastating in its impact. The ogre felt his own magic surge in response, and he felt the sudden sense of loss as the multiple overlapping wards that surrounded him abruptly vanished. The mattock in his right fist suddenly exploded in size, growing until it almost dragged him down, its long shaft like that of a lance, the massive black head as heavy as a sledgehammer’s.
Ozmad rushed forward, shouldering the mummy warrior aside. He took another grazing hit that burned like fire along his flank, but he ignored that wound as a mere distraction, his attention focused entirely on the lich. The thing waited patiently for him upon the dais, its only concession to his rush a slight tightening of skeletal fingers upon the light mace at its side. With the bulk of the ogre rushing toward it, it seemed as though the lich would be utterly shattered by the sheer force of that charge.
The ogre lowered the head of his weapon, so that it was almost like a battering ram. But his goal was not so much to attack as it was to bring the lich within close reach. And indeed as he tromped up atop the dais, the lich suddenly shifted a pace to the left, as Ozmad’s antimagic field disrupted its displacement spell. Ozmad shifted his now-unwieldy mattock, but not quickly enough. The lich lifted its mace, and with surprising speed smashed the head of the weapon into the ogre’s body, striking his elbow, forearm, and hip in quick succession. The creature was far stronger than it looked, and Ozmad nearly lost its grip on his weapon as its left arm went limp.
But the ogre was strong as well, even without his magical enhancements bolstering him. He swept his weapon around, crushing one of the long black metal ends into the lich’s body, just under its left arm. Bones shivered from the force of the impact, but the lich was as tough as old leather, and it kept its footing. Ozmad struck it again, dragging it even closer, keeping it well within the radius of his antimagic field. The two seemed locked almost in an embrace, with the lich looking almost like a child up close against the ogre, lashing out with precise blows from the almost tiny mace in its hand. Every time it hit, Ozmad grunted, and as it smashed him in the side he nearly staggered as a blossom of pain announced a rib giving way. Now seriously injured, the ogre refused to retreat, and hooked the lich from behind with his good right arm, crushing the skeletal thing against his body. Within the antimagic field, he was secure from the paralyzing effects of its touch, and the lich could not immediately break free. The arm holding its mace was caught in the grapple, leaving it unable to counterattack.
Amurru’s allies attempted to come to its aid. One of the mummy warriors, tearing free from the chilling tentacles, rushed at the ogre from behind. Ghazaran, reading from another scroll, called down a flame strike that engulfed several of the mummies. The cleric had been given a respite against its foe by Jasek, who had attacked the mummy after it had struck down Parzad, before it could follow up against the cleric. Parzad continued to bleed out upon the dark stone of the floor, but for now Ghazaran ignored him, addressing the more immediate threat.
The cleric’s spell sent a flood of heat rushing through the chamber. It should have turned all four of the mummies caught in the blast into pyres, but when the holy flames dissipated they revealed them barely scorched. The divine power infused in the spell had done some damage, but far less than the cleric had expected. And of course the edges of the flames had vanished as they had hit the edge of Ozmad’s antimagic field, doing no damage to either the ogre or his undead foe.
“They are resistant to fire!” Ghazaran announced to his companions. “You must help the ogre, if he falls, the lich will destroy us!”
I have some story ideas with regards to KotS; stay tuned.
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Chapter 48
THE GUARDIANS
It began with surprising quiet.
The mummies shambled forward without battle cries or noisy declarations, their wrapped feet making a soft whisking noise on the stone floor of the chamber. Aerim and Falah stepped forward to greet them, taking up warding positions on the left and right flanks of their wedge. They communicated without words, each facing five of the oncoming undead, knowing that they alone would not be enough to stop the approaching undead, let alone their immortal master atop the dais.
The soft chants of the spellcasters sounded disproportionally loud in that context, and the magical assault they unleashed was anything but subtle. Ghazaran, reading a scroll stolen from the cache of the church of Soleus, invoked a mass cure serious wounds spell that tore through the ranks of the mummy warriors. But even as white light flared about their bodies, they lifted their swords and pressed forward to fulfill their eternal mandate, to keep that which they guarded safely bound. The spell damaged the creatures, but only marginally, and it did not even achieve that against the lich, the holy surge vanishing as it enveloped the undead lord.
In the immediate wake of the mass cure, the Seer unleashed a second assault, flinging a chain lightning into the ranks of the mummies. This spell, even more destructive than the first, slammed into the lead mummy on the right, continuing in an unbroken chain down their ranks before leaping across to the other file and continuing until all ten of the mummies had been hit. The first mummy, the one that had absorbed the full impact of the spell, staggered, the bandages covering its chest hanging in blackened strips. But it did not fall, and the others had withstood the attack much as they had the first, and kept on coming. The tail end of the bolt arced toward the lich, almost as an afterthought, but again the spell dissolved against some invisible barrier, and the wizard clicked his tongue in frustration.
And still the invaders were not finished; Navev joined his power to that of the other casters, invoking a field of chilling tentacles that sprung up out of the wall and floor along the left side of the room. The first two mummies, skirting the edge of that effect, avoided being snagged by the grasping tendrils, but the last three were all caught, struggling to free themselves as the tentacles twisted around their arms and legs.
And then the mummies were attacking. Aerim swept his blade into the first mummy, the one most damaged by the initial barrage of spells. His blade bit deep into its chest, and the creature fell, dust rising from its shattered ribs. The fighter did not hesitate, bringing his sword up into a ready stance, just in time to absorb the attacks of the fallen creature’s allies. Steel forged beyond the memory of living men clashed, drawing lines of blue and orange sparks that rained down on the combatants. Aerim was a blademaster, a legend brought back to life, but the mummies likewise possessed much of the skill that they had owned when living, and only the Duke’s heavy armor kept him from being cut down in that initial exchange. He kept moving, turning what might have been serious blows into glancing hits, grimacing as the mummy blades rang off his mail.
On the opposite flank, Falah faced off against the two mummies that had gotten around Navev’s chilling tentacles. The Razhuri fighter made good in the initial exchange, taking a hit that had just slid under his parry, twisting his own blade so that it sheared off a big chunk of the first mummy’s skull. The blow would have killed a living man, but the undead warrior barely seemed to feel it.
Two of the mummies on Aerim’s flank moved to bypass the warrior, who could do nothing to stop them, as heavily engaged as he was. One rushed toward Ghazaran, who had unrolled a second scroll. The mummy came on too quickly for him to release the magic of the scroll, but Parzad stepped between them, lifting a hand as he summoned a bolt of psychokinetic energy to stop the attacker. The gambit failed, the surge of psionic power shattering against the dark will of the mummy. Parzad made no move to evade as the mummy swept its sword down in a blinding arc. Ghazaran’s ally was knocked flying, a flare of bright red blood spraying out from the deep wound in his left shoulder. Parzad fell hard to the ground and did not get up.
The other mummy lunged at Ozmad, but the ogre mage made no move to defend himself, barely flinching to avoid the sweeping blade. He took a deep gash across his belly that spurted red, but his attention was focused hard upon the lich, which watched with a cold, empty expression in its flickering red eyes. The mummy lifted its bloody sword to strike again, stepping close enough so that the trailing edges of funereal wrappings nearly brushed against the ogre’s legs as it moved, but still the ogre’s attention did not waver.
What he was waiting for came so suddenly that he nearly missed it, but the ogre mage was a wily and experienced veteran of magical duels. He was not entirely sure of just what spell the lich was casting, but based on the strength of the mass inflict it had opened with, it would be potent and devastating in its impact. The ogre felt his own magic surge in response, and he felt the sudden sense of loss as the multiple overlapping wards that surrounded him abruptly vanished. The mattock in his right fist suddenly exploded in size, growing until it almost dragged him down, its long shaft like that of a lance, the massive black head as heavy as a sledgehammer’s.
Ozmad rushed forward, shouldering the mummy warrior aside. He took another grazing hit that burned like fire along his flank, but he ignored that wound as a mere distraction, his attention focused entirely on the lich. The thing waited patiently for him upon the dais, its only concession to his rush a slight tightening of skeletal fingers upon the light mace at its side. With the bulk of the ogre rushing toward it, it seemed as though the lich would be utterly shattered by the sheer force of that charge.
The ogre lowered the head of his weapon, so that it was almost like a battering ram. But his goal was not so much to attack as it was to bring the lich within close reach. And indeed as he tromped up atop the dais, the lich suddenly shifted a pace to the left, as Ozmad’s antimagic field disrupted its displacement spell. Ozmad shifted his now-unwieldy mattock, but not quickly enough. The lich lifted its mace, and with surprising speed smashed the head of the weapon into the ogre’s body, striking his elbow, forearm, and hip in quick succession. The creature was far stronger than it looked, and Ozmad nearly lost its grip on his weapon as its left arm went limp.
But the ogre was strong as well, even without his magical enhancements bolstering him. He swept his weapon around, crushing one of the long black metal ends into the lich’s body, just under its left arm. Bones shivered from the force of the impact, but the lich was as tough as old leather, and it kept its footing. Ozmad struck it again, dragging it even closer, keeping it well within the radius of his antimagic field. The two seemed locked almost in an embrace, with the lich looking almost like a child up close against the ogre, lashing out with precise blows from the almost tiny mace in its hand. Every time it hit, Ozmad grunted, and as it smashed him in the side he nearly staggered as a blossom of pain announced a rib giving way. Now seriously injured, the ogre refused to retreat, and hooked the lich from behind with his good right arm, crushing the skeletal thing against his body. Within the antimagic field, he was secure from the paralyzing effects of its touch, and the lich could not immediately break free. The arm holding its mace was caught in the grapple, leaving it unable to counterattack.
Amurru’s allies attempted to come to its aid. One of the mummy warriors, tearing free from the chilling tentacles, rushed at the ogre from behind. Ghazaran, reading from another scroll, called down a flame strike that engulfed several of the mummies. The cleric had been given a respite against its foe by Jasek, who had attacked the mummy after it had struck down Parzad, before it could follow up against the cleric. Parzad continued to bleed out upon the dark stone of the floor, but for now Ghazaran ignored him, addressing the more immediate threat.
The cleric’s spell sent a flood of heat rushing through the chamber. It should have turned all four of the mummies caught in the blast into pyres, but when the holy flames dissipated they revealed them barely scorched. The divine power infused in the spell had done some damage, but far less than the cleric had expected. And of course the edges of the flames had vanished as they had hit the edge of Ozmad’s antimagic field, doing no damage to either the ogre or his undead foe.
“They are resistant to fire!” Ghazaran announced to his companions. “You must help the ogre, if he falls, the lich will destroy us!”