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The Doomed Bastards: Reckoning (story complete)

I agree that the Dim door looks like a good promise. Three comments Id make about the possible outcomes

1) The wizard is really the spy and agreed to the task with the hopes of warming the party to himself and gaining their trust

2) The Dim door will either work, thus giving LB the ability to weave the story with him as a spy, or it wont, and we'll all be led to believe that the traitor has been killed, when it fact it was never the wizard to begin with.

3) clearly I know youre not dumb, and I know you know Im not dumb, and I know that you know that I know that you know that I am not dumb, so clearly I cannot take the poison in front of me. (or um, something like that)

Keep up the good writing LB
 

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jensun said:
I am curious about one thing. Who was the person who surprised Varo in a previous update? I suspect it was the Marshall but it isnt clear and of course that may be intentional on your part.
It was Shaylara. When the scout returned to Camar (carrying the dead marshal in her bag of holding), she couldn't find out where Talen had relocated the conspirators (i.e. she wasn't in on Tiros's contingency plan), so she tracked down Varo instead. Of course, it would have taken an incredible streak of luck to find Varo (Shay is a very good tracker, but has no ranks in Gather Information), so one must wonder if some other agency was at work... ;)

Glad to see that the new characters are stimulating so much discussion.

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Chapter 90

FLIGHT TO THE RIVER


Zosimos did not scream or cry out. As the dung monster pulled him in, he crossed his hands over his chest, and closed his eyes. He smacked into its body, its acidic secretions already sizzling against his clothes as it began to envelop him. As the others watched in horror, the wizard maintained a perfect concentration, and uttered words of magic that they could not hear through the wall.

The evoker’s body shimmered, and vanished from the dung monster’s grasp, to reappear on their side of the wall of force. He materialized in the same pose he’d been in, nearly flat on his back, and he fell to the ground hard, grimacing. Talen and Shay were there in a moment to help him up. His magical robe had resisted being burned away by the creature’s acid, but it was threadbare in a few places, and his flesh was red where it had touched him.

“That was... uncomfortable,” he said, as Valus cast a healing spell on him.

“We must hasten,” Varo said.

“He speaks truly; the spell will not keep it long, less than a minute,” Zosimos said. The dung monster had already moved to the barrier, and spread out along it, looking for a way through.

“Shay, take us out,” Talen said. With more than one look back over their shoulders, the companions left the dung monster behind, temporarily trapped.

“Too bad you couldn’t make one of those permanent,” Dar said.

“It is possible, but it is not a trivial undertaking,” Zosimos replied.

“I imagine we’re not the first to consider how to defeat the monster in a lasting fashion,” Varo said. “I suspect that the creature is almost immortal; certainly nothing I have seen has suggested that it can be ‘killed’ as we understand the term.”

“The perfect guardian,” Zosimos said.

“Just remember that we’ll need to face it again on our way back,” Valus reminded them, putting an edge on their victory—and the wizard’s narrow escape.

The scout led them quickly back the way they had come, until they once again reached the stairs leading down. She checked carefully for traps, but found nothing new. The board over the false step had not been replaced, or perhaps it had, but the dung monster’s secretions had absorbed it. The cover on the pit on the far side of the room below was in place, but with Varo’s prompting, Shay easily marked its edges, allowing them to continue past without incident.

All too aware that the dung monster was now free again behind them, they continued down the south passage at a steady pace. Shay slowed and lifted a hand as they reached the large cavern at the corridor’s end. Varo and Dar had warned the others about the wererats that had battled them last time, so they were prepared for another ambush.

But this time, the tunnels high along the cavern wall remained dark and silent. The seven companions made their way across the chamber to the underground river. This way, according to Varo, was where they would find the second temple... and, if his information was correct, the missing healer.

“It looks passable,” Talen said, probing the swift-moving river with his blade. “The clearance even seems somewhat higher than the connecting tunnel between the Well and the worm cavern.”

“Less crawling this time, I hope,” Dar said. “It’s no good walking on water, if you have to get down into it to get under an overhang.”

“The current is moving in our favor, at least,” Shay said. “If we do have to get wet, it will push us along in the direction we have to go.”

“Only on the way in,” Valus pointed out.

“You’ve got a real way of pointing out the down side to everything, priest,” Dar said. “Look at it this way... you get to smite some bad guys at the end. That’ll make your god happy, right?”

The cleric’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t reply.

Dar turned to Talen and Varo. “So, are we going to sit around here and wait for the ol’ crap-crawler to catch up to us, or are we going to do this?”

“My spell will enable us to walk upon the surface for about an hour and a half,” Varo said, as he took up his divine focus. “It will be enough time, but we should not dally.”

“More information from your unholy master?” Valus said.

“Even you cannot afford to turn away his help,” Varo said, turning to him with his sigil in hand.

“I will not suffer the aid of the Creeper,” the priest responded. “Keep your spell; I will use the blessing of the Father.”

“Suit yourself,” Varo said. Zosimos joined Valus as the priest cast his own spell, but the others let Varo touch them one by one, infusing them with the potency of his water walk spell. At once, Talen stepped out over the water, the soles of his boots hovering a scant inch above the surface of the water.

“What can we expect to find at the other end?” Talen asked Varo.

“Traps. Monsters. Cultists of the Demon Prince. Beyond that, I do not know.”

Talen nodded. “Let’s get going,” he said. Shay started after him, but paused as the elf suddenly took her arm.

“This may help you,” Malerase said, swirling a hand before her eyes. Shay blinked, surprised.

“What did you do?” Talen asked.

“I have empowered her to see in the dark,” the elf replied. “It was a spell from one of the transmuter’s books. It may take a slight adjustment, as you cannot see colors with the darkvision.”

“That will be helpful. Thank you,” Shay said. With a final nod to Talen, she turned and ducked under the entry to the river passage, treading lightly atop the swiftly moving current.

The others followed, vanishing into the low passage until their lights faded, leaving the darkened and empty cavern behind them.
 



Brogarn said:
That was the Evoker not the Elf mage/rogue.
I sit corrected.

jfaller said:
Hey Richard, "honestly no rogue worth his soft boots would have been hit by that thing"... Heck, no rogue would've been caught anywhere NEAR that monstrosity.

LB can't possibly hate arcanists THAT much can he?

I haven't read anything that he's written before this so I'm working on intuition here... but from what you vetrans have said, it sounds as if indeed, he does NOT like them. Sam I am. ;-)
I really thought in that direction at first, but so many rogues I've played/~with/read about have been daring to the point of reckless if not plain stupid. You get away with things long enough and you start feeling invincible... then, one day, *splat* heh heh

Others have adequately addressed LB's penchant for castercide...

As to your lack of background reading... you really should start at the crossroads so to speak... You can learn first hand the author's foibles and why you should expect the unexpected, and, the stories are worth it!
 

Richard Rawen said:
I really thought in that direction at first, but so many rogues I've played/~with/read about have been daring to the point of reckless if not plain stupid. You get away with things long enough and you start feeling invincible... then, one day, *splat* heh heh
I wonder what Mole would have to say about that? :)

Brogarn said:
That was too easy. I foresee much ugliness in today's cliff hanger.
Far be it from me to disappoint.

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Chapter 91

ALLERA’S FATE


Allera lay on cold stone. She shivered, but the cold was nothing in comparison to the pain that wracked her slender frame. She was covered in blood and filth, and the tattered remains of her shift. Everything else had been taken from her.

Her reservoir of power had been nearly depleted, but still retained a small trickle of energy. But she refrained from healing herself. Her hesitation was a signal of how far they had already broken her, she knew, in that compartment of her mind that was still thinking with some form of clarity. During the sessions of torture, they had not made any efforts to restrain her from using her from using her healing abilities. If anything, they had seemed to welcome it; once restored, her body could be abused further. They had allowed her time to rest, to regain her powers; such was the contempt with which they held her. After all, what could a healer do to them? The thought made her recall Dar, who had also once mocked her talents. The fighter had treated her with scorn, had cheapened her with his lustful demands. But she couldn’t think ill of him, not now. Not after what they’d gone through together in this place, not after he’d agreed to help Talen and the others. Had he given his life in that cause? The cultists had not answered any of her questions about the outcome of the attempted coup against the Duke; either they didn’t know, or they weren’t interested in sharing information with her.

They had been careful to keep her alive, however. She had considered taking her own life, but the idea was still anaethma to her. They knew that, no doubt. They were probably watching her even now.

She had no idea to what purpose they were keeping her alive. They had asked some questions, early on, but her interrogators had seemed barely interested with the answers. Most of those who hurt her had been young people, men and women both, and not entirely adept with the devices that they used.

She rolled over, letting out a small sigh of pain as the movement stirred new agonies in her battered body. As she shifted, though, she felt something hard press against her side. It took a small effort of will to reach up and see what it was; they’d flayed several inches of skin from each of her arms, and every movement of the limbs brought terrible stabbing pains that lanced through her like cold needles. Her remaining skin had been marked with brands, unholy sigils that covered her face and torso, seared deep into the flesh. They had even branded her scalp, after hacking away her beautiful, pale hair with rough knives. Even her healing powers could not fully remove those dread markings, and when she had tried, they had just branded her again during the next session, relishing her agonized screams.

A soft green light spilled over her as she found the thing that had poked her, and drew it out from an inner pocket of her ragged garment. Her eyes widened in surprise. It was the gemstone that Dar had given her.

She’d had the stone on her when the cultists had captured her. She and Jaros had been taken easily, caught by surprise by a small group of men who had laid in wait for them at the rendezvous. Held in a field of magical silence, bound by tight, barbed cords that had bitten into her flesh, she had been forced to watch what they had done to the bard. Then one of them had pressed a cloth to her face, soaked in something that had made her head swim almost at once. She’d lost consciousness.

She didn’t remember much of the journey from Camar, although she’d had a good idea of their destination almost at once. She’d been kept bound and gagged, her head wrapped in a burlap sack that smelled of horses. She had no idea of how much time passed since her abduction; everything of that time had blended together into a confused medley of fleeting sensations. She’d been kept drugged, she was fairly certain. The first clear memory she had was of being dragged up and secured to a rack of metal and wood, the sack yanked free to reveal the faces of her captors.

She looked down at the gemstone. Its inner light seemed to flicker slightly at her scrutiny. Obviously valuable, it radiated a faint magic, but had no other properties that she’d been able to discern. Gudmund, the wholly evil leader of this corrupt cell of cultists, had been quite interested in it. He’d asked her a number of questions about it, and her inability to answer them had seemed to pique his curiosity further. He’d taken it with him... hadn’t he? How had it gotten back into her possession?

She heard a familiar sound of bootsteps on stone. She tucked the gem back into concealment a second before a loud grinding sound announced the return of her captors. She squinted against the light of their brands as the door creaked reluctantly open.

It was Gudmund, a cold look in his eyes as he looked down at her.

“It is time, my dear,” he hissed at her. “Now, you will join with the True God, and your life will hasten his coming.”

His acolytes came forward, arms extended. Allera screamed, but it didn’t do any good.
 




Hrm... Apparently "Healer" is close enough to trigger LB's prejudice against good-aligned clerics. After all, they use positive energy and return HP -- close enough for horseshoes and hand-grenades.

Also... Is it bad that I almost feel sorry for the cultists? Dar's going to be PISSED.
 

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