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<blockquote data-quote="Greyhawk" data-source="post: 3434207" data-attributes="member: 40355"><p><strong>In Suzail Once More</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain, Limara and Rizzit leave the ruins. For a while there is a stony silence. Each of them reflecting upon what has just happened... </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Can someone secure the spare horses", sniffs Rizzit "So they are brought along please" Sniff. And he rides at a determined pace for the Dragon knights encampment. "We must find more members to bolster our cut down ranks, I would suggest a melee type, a rogue and maybe another mage, what do you two think?" sniff </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain pauses from securing the other horses "It's almost too soon to think about it, with our comrades only just cut down. I would avoid rogues, they can be more trouble than the little good they add. I would prefer to stalwart fighters" Beltain looks at Limara "I'm just glad that my lady is still with us" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Limara looks sad. "Let's not talk about replacements today, have some respect for our fallen ....anyway we cannot let it lie there. We have to find a way to get there bodies back... or at least try our best. I will secure Elinor's horse to mine...". and so saying ties legend to her horse and then mounts up...</span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p> <span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain regards Limara "Princess, you misunderstand my intent, we must consider augmenting our party if we are to have a hope of recovering the fallen. I meant no disrespect to the dead, only that we must develop a strategy that will lead to their return to us, if that is possible."</span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">At last Rizzit, Beltain and Limara arrive back in the Purple Dragon's camp </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Greeting again Knights," pipes up the kobold "It is with heavy hearts we return so soon, three of our number have fallen to a mighty plant monster" and he then procedes to inform the captain of the encounter. "So as you can see we need to return to Suzail to report in and hopefully recruit some help to regain our friends bodies" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"It was gigantic!" exclaims Beltain, fear creeping into his voice "It was enormous and its strength was awesome, Rizzit's fireballs barely made an impression on its resilience and it cured all damage on itself that was not caused by acid. Further it had two long tendrils that could whip out and catch a character even if they were far away from it. We were overmatched, vastly overmatched" he concludes and relapses into an introverted silence. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"The portal will not be opened until 9am. Feel free to rest here until then" says Captain Dunman solemnly. "I can find your fallen wizards cat a new home. If that is what you think best". She kneels down and scoops up Pussy, who is very quiet and withdrawn.. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"His name is Moca" says Beltain to the captain "It stands for Minister of Cat Affairs. And The Wizards last words were that he likes liver..." he shivers involuntarily and turns away. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Perhaps if you have a quiet tent, I could commit some of my spells to paper?" the cleric asks the captain, "In times such as these it helps if you keep occupied." he turns to his companions, his eyes still red-rimmed "And if you have memorised spells that you would like scribed I would be happy to oblige" he adds. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Rizzit makes sure Beaker has enough food and water, give the axebeak a good clean then gets down to some sleep </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Rizzit, Limara and Beltain rest the night... At 9am the portal to the warehouse in Suzail opens. Standing there is the familiar figure of Lord Hawklin.. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Rizzit rides through, dismounts and bows deeply to Lord Hawklin "Greetings My lord, we have some grave news" then goes on to tell our story </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Lord Hawling raises a hand and stops Rizzit "Please, the knights here will take you to my chambers, we can discuss things in comfort there. I will be along shortly, I must speak with Captain Dunman first. If you wish, you may leave your mounts here." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain thanks Lord Hawlin and proceeds with the others through into Suzail and hence to Lord Hawlin's chambers. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Let's get an advert up in one of the inns straight away to recruit some new people," suggests Rizzit "I think we should ask them to meet us the following afternoon at Lord Hawklin's residence, assuming he is ok with that. That gives us time to makes ome purchases first, we should then screen the candidates for evil people and then use a zone of truth to check their reliability, things are getting too tough out there to take on any chances who will run at the drop of a hat or may even be working for the Zhents" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"We need people of solid character like those we have lost if wish to stand any chance of bringing them back" he concludes. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">That sounds very considered Rizzit" says Beltain, his voice showing a slight surprise "What do you think Princess?" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"We need fighter types" says the lovely priestess "I too think Rizzit is right..." she adds quietly. "Are we going straight back to the beast or are we going to try the other portals first? I think that currently we are too inexperienced to be victorious against it, but I will try again if that's what everybody else wants.." she finishes with a sigh. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"I agree" says Rizzit "I think we need to try some of the other portals first, maybe we will find something that will help but right now it far outmatches us" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"I am glad you agree," she says with something close to relief in her voice "I feel bad enough that we couldn't rescue our friends... I would feel worse if we went straight back and did it again" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">After a pause she continues "I wonder how many people will apply to our advert... I hope we attract some decent applicants" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Rizzit in and thoughtfully chews on a candle </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"I agree with you both" Beltain says nodding "We are not yet powerful enough to take on that hideous beast" he shudders "We will need strong fighters and much preparation before we can go back. Indeed, I think that we ourselves need the power of more experience before we can face such a threat. But go back we must, for we must ensure that no more brave adventurers fall victim to such a horrible fate, and to do our utmost to recover our fallen friends", he gives Limara a wan but tender smile and relapses into his own thoughts. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">After a little while Lord Hawklin enters the room. " Captain Dunman has informed me of the tragic events, but please, id like to hear it from you" He listens to the parties story, his eyes well up when he hears of Elinor's fate "My poor child" He wipes a tear away and looks up. "I have sent a detachment of Purple Dragon Knights to the Nexus, to deal with the creature you described. They are accompanied by a detachment of War Wizards. Hopefully, well shall hear back from them tomorrow." He looks at Rizzit, Limara and Beltain. "I heard you mention you wished to have your ranks filled. I know of two people who can assist you. They have been sent for, they should arrive shortly" and, he looks at Rizzit "And refreshments are coming I believe..." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"My Lord, we are indeed grateful for your swift action." says Beltain echoing the thoughts of the remaining party members "I hope that it will be in time to recover the bodies of our companions - or - or - at least enough of them to allow them to be raised perhaps" his eyes well up with tears and he turns away. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">After a moment he turns back "We are in your debt" he concludes. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Ah here's one of the people I mentioned earlier... Mr Pitbull" responds the Lord looking towards the door. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"I am very pleased to meet you Mr eh Pitbull. I wonder if you could tell us a little about yourself and why you would like to join our band?" Beltain asks in a clear voice. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Greetings Pitbull, I have never met a surface Gnome before and am very pleased to make your acquaintance" and Rizzit puts out a hand for Pitbull to shake </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"A surface gnome?" says Beltain in surprise "I did not know that such existed, except for the tribe of fishing gnomes that is, and I had always thought those merely legends" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Well shows what you know then Beltain," says Rizzit frostily "This is no underdark dweller, anything else is the surface as far a I am concerned" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain laughs "Well perhaps our prospective recruit can recommend a friend that could be considered for our number? We are still very <b>short</b> of fighting muscle..." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"It will be nice to have someone closer to my height in the group, although he is still a bit on the tall side" says the kobold considering Pitbull </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Greetings to you all. I am Pitbull, and to be sure I'd prefer it if you'd leave out the Mister bit. I won't have need of it. For as my Old Mum used to say: Life if for one generation. A good name if forever." says the gnome with a grin.</span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"I'm not so much a surface Gnome as a Gnome who has found his way to the surface. And, as is uncommon for my kind, have found that the sky is not a thing to worry about falling upon you. Oh no. I am a Gnome of the Deep through and through." The short Platemailed figure nod his head towards Rizzit. "And although I hale from the depths I do not share many of my races bigotries or hatreds." He pauses for a moment and then continues "As for telling you a little about myself. I am Pitbull. Short of stature and long of blade. I love the poetry of steel and music of blood. I am a warrior my profession and as my old mum would tell us: a Gnomishman is never at his best except when brawling." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">The gnome takes a big gulp of air and continues "I am abroad in the lands searching for my twin Brother Poodle and feel that joining forces with a team of doughty adventurers to be an amicable method of passing the time until a clue to his whereabouts comes along. For as you'd all agree: Be on a horse when you go in search of a better one." he looks around and grins. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Limara waits for a break in the gnome's speech and then interjects "Greetings to you Pitbull, are you well versed in group fighting or are you used to fighting alone ?" she asks the short smiling man with the tall sword. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Why fair lady, aren't you a strapping lass to be sure? A shy lil' Gnome like myself doesn't even know where to put his eyes." Says the Tin-pot Terrier to Limara with a salacious grin. "Though to answer your question, in the past I have always teamed up with my brother and other adventurers, more recently I've been going it alone. Fore as my old Mum would say: He who runs alone never finishes last. Mind you, she'd also say: A man who runs alone is prey to the wolves. So I'm not sure what advise to take from that." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain smiles at the gnome "I think that you will do very well, very well indeed in our group" he says "And for our part we gain both a stalwart fighter and the excellent words of wisdom of your mother" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Limara agrees and smiles at Pitbull, "I'm pleased you are versed in the ways of team fighting.... both Beltain and Rizzit seem happy, as am I, to offer you a place in The Order Of The Initiative... Do you want to join the party?" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Limara makes a mental note... no short skirts this summer... </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">The door to the Lords room opens and another man strides into the room. He smiles and greet them. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Hail Neighbors!" says Sparhawk, pleased to have surprised the others with his unexpected return. The party welcome Sparhawk and they all chat a while.. Lord Hawklin informs the party that the portal to the purple dragon camp will not be active again until 9am. The party decide to take the opportunity to look round Suzail, make any purchases, do some crafting or whatever takes their fancy. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">The next day the party with a summons to go see Lord Hawklin. He explains that the Purple Dragon Knights have returned. They had managed to slay the Tendriculos and recover enough remains to resurrect Elinor, Nosnibor and Feng.. They were currently being treated in the temple of Tymora. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Lord Hawklin addresses the party "Please, go see your friends, use the facilities of Suzail, The portal will open again tomorrow morning at 9. If you choose to continue this mission I will send for you and you will once again travel to the Nexus. What we need to ascertain is the location where these portals connect to. The purple dragon Knights only went to the portal that contained the creature you encountered. They believe that that portal leads to the High Forest. See if you can locate the others for us. Sparhawk and Pitbull, if you both accept this mission you will be paid handsomely. Your party will fill you in on the details..." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"If I can be of assistance my lord, you have my sword at your disposal" agrees Sir Sparhawk eagerly.</span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Meanwhile Elinor sits up and looks around her. The last thing she remembers is a hopeless struggle in a dark, slimy, restricted space. She sees Feng and Nosnibor. They look as dazed as she feels. "Greetings friends! Can I assume that we all fell to the great tentacled creature? If so it seems that our comrades were able to defeat the beast. I wonder how they did that - it seemed pretty hopeless to me. Perhaps Beltain's beetles felled it?" she jokes. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Elinor slumps back- she feels tired and overwhelmed with emotion. She surreptitiously wipes a tear away with the back of her hand. After a few minutes Elinor gathers her belongings. She turns to the cleric. "Many thanks Holy Man for your blessed intercessions. We are in your debt". Resting her hand on the pommel of her sword, she addresses her colleagues. "Shall we go in search of our comrades? I think they will be pleased to see us" "Thanks, goodman cleric - It's good to be alive again. I assume the bill has been paid, 'cos I'm skint." He follows Elinor as quickly as his somewhat unresponsive limbs allow. "I'm feckin' amazed they succeeded where we failed. Perhaps the gods of chance happened to be looking in their direction, 'cos frankly they had all the chances of an elf in a pit-fight." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Elinor walks somewhat stiffly towards the door of the Temple where she meets the newly arrived Beltain. Beltain rushes to Elinor and gives her a huge (but chaste) hug. "Welcome back!" he stammers "You don't know just how good it is to see you back fit and well again" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Soon the company is reunited and Rizzit runs about hugging everyone's knees for a bit, very pleased to see them return alive.</span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Well to be sure I'd welcome a place with you rowdy band of beast buggerers. It'll be a nice opportunity for a bit of fighting." says the gnome "Coz as my old Mum would oft mention: Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is it's own purpose. Gawd Bless me ol' mum." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">The diminutive fighter then turns his attention on the newly arrived and somewhat pallid members of the group "Hail to you fellows and fine fillies newly brought back from beyond the veil of the netherworld." Says Pitbull jauntily and he sweeps his hand through his big 'Elvis' quiff and flips a wink at Elinor in a saucy fashion. "It's good to join a team who are no stranger to taking their lumps. Coz it's a true saying of me dear ol' Mum: We learn little from victory, but a great deal from defeat." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain looks at Elinor and Feng "I looks as if we are still one of our number missing. Do you know what's happened to Nosni? Lord Hawklin suggests that all the members of our company had been rescued...?" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Welcome back friends, where is Nosnibor?..." Limara greets the newly arrived pair. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Sparhawk looks at his companions "Well 'tis good to be back amongst comrades, How about a condensed shortened version of what has happened of late?" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Well now Sparhawk, where to start" says Rizzit with a grim look and proceeds to tell the knight about the party's recent exploits. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"So just another day at the office then neighbour" concludes Sparhawk with a smile.</span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain spends the day crafting, the others visit the shops and Suzail's other sites... That evening the party get together and a feast is laid on for them at Lord Hawklin's abode. Elinor and Feng both attend, and much fun is had by all. It is learned that The Wizard Nosnibor is still suffering after his recent death. The wizard is still very weak and is being looked after at the Towers of Good Fortune. It seems the mage will not be rejoining the party at this juncture. The upside to this is that Pussy has been asked to fill a new position in the capital city. She has become The Minister for Cat Affairs, a much needed position in this city of cat lovers. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Lord Hawklin also updates the party on The Zhentarim that had been captured. He had been interrogated. His mission had been to patrol the stonelands, and spy on traffic along the Moonsea Ride. He had encountered a member of The Cult of the Dragon, whom after he had tortured and killed had informed him of the Stonelands ruins. The zhentarim and his three ogre companions had then gone there and met the party. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Well I enjoyed that day of shopping but I am eager to get up and at 'em" says the gnome "As my Old Mum used to say: Fire, Gnomes and Taxmen know no mercy. Lets flick the dust of the this two copper piece metropolis from our size nines and get into some trouble. What say yee?" </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Elinor enjoys the evening, and spends a lot of time talking to Lord Hawklin, asking how the tendriculous was defeated, and telling him everything she has seen so far on her adventures. She also chats with the new warriors Sparhawk and Pitbull. They both seem very pleasant, but she's not sure that she ever wants to meet Pitbull's mother. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Pitbull eyes Elinor with a lustful eye. He like's 'em big and buxom. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">After a while she starts to reformulate her opinion of Pitbull. Perhaps she should meet his mother, if only to ask her why she didn't castrate him at birth </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Elinor bids the party good night and retires to bed. Which she prays is behind a lockable door. "Good evening everybody. And a night of good rest to you all. No doubt we shall need to be in fighting form tomorrow." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"But fair maiden" protests Pitbull "I am the soul of gentile chivalry. And you are the soul of martial magnificence. As me ol' mum would put it: Anyone who sees beauty and does not look at it will soon be poor. And I would be a veritable pauper if I did not feast upon your glorious visage.". The Tin-Pot Gnome grins a wide grin and licks his eyebrows. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Thank-you-very-much. Uh-huh-huh" says Elinor in a strange drawling voice. Secretly she is quite impressed by the eyebrow trick. Perhaps it would be worth getting to know this diminutive chap. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Enjoys a pleasant evening and retires early so he can be up and ready early in the morning </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Pitbull stays up and gets pissed with anyone who will join him. He is a happy drunk and enjoys telling tall and slightly rude stories. Often involving milkmaids. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Sparhawk takes a single ale with his new comrade in arms and then turns in for the night </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"If you are buying, Pitbull," says Feng grinning "I'll keep you company. In fact I'll give you a short lesson on keeping up with the orcses in yer cups. Its a relief to have something like a proper fighter in the group. The lass is willin', but her best ain't really up to the mark. An' as fer Sparhawk. So far up himself he needs a stepladder to climb down." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Just watch that little Bastard Rizzit" he continues "He can cast fireballs now, and I think he Likes it if you know what I mean. Limara & Beltain will boost yer skills and keep you in a fight, and they're not too shy of a scrap. But that Nosnibor. A waste of good food. How I havn't fed him his own liver before now, I don't know." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Don't steal my kills, n' we'll get along fine." he concludes. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Limara warmly greets the fallen warriors, embracing Elinor then punching Feng on the arm... "good to see you both up and smiling again... drink anyone ?" and she spends some time with the party gossiping and catching up with Spar and finding out what Pitbull's favourite drink is.. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">At dinnertime Beltain comes down from his room. His hands show signs of pin-pricks, it looks as if he has been doing sewing, without too much skill. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Limara then goes upstairs to retire for the evening and pray for her new spells... </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Pitbull welcomes the chance to get in his cups with the mighty Feng. If he wants to go one on one in the drinking stakes he reckons this lil' Gnome is Game. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Feng old Fellow me lad, I am glad to be with a group of thrill seeking bravos with an eye on twatting the odd beastie and stupping the odd gal." the gnome chortles "Thanks for your sum-up of the others in the group. I'm sure I'll make my own mind up in time. As my ol' Mum would often say: You will never know you friends from your enemies until the ice breaks. " </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">The party meet at Lord Hawklins abode early in the morning. Lord Hawklin escorts the party outside. He leads them down the promenade, Suzail's main street, to the western end of the court, the gigantic government building in the centre of Suzail. There, he leads them to a broad set of double doors that appears to be a service entrance for taking large deliveries, as from wagons. Opening it he takes them inside a brightly kit room resembling a small, empty warehouse, 60 feet square and 20 feet high. An identical set of double doors stands on the far side of the room, the sides of the room have piles of empty crates, straw, and minor debris pushed against them. The room smells like horses were recently stabled here. Bright illumination comes from a few globes suspended from the ceiling, radiating magical light. Lord Hawklin ushers you inside and closes the doors behind you. He motions for you to wait there. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Lord Hawklin turns to face the doors on the far side of the chamber. "In the name of the Forest Kingdom, and of Alusair, the Steel Regent, I bid you open" he says in a loud, strong voice that echoes in the large room. Swiftly, the doors on the far side of the room vanish, replaced by a whirling, sparkling pool of grey light about 6 feet across, hovering about a foot above ground. The pool of light then slowly sinks into the floor until it is only a half-circle, 8 feet high and 16 feet wide. The grey light filling the half-circle fades, and you see a landscape beyond it. The scene is of a rocky wasteland among high hills, at the same time of day as it is now in Suzail. Several dozen armoured men with drawn longbows, obviously Purple Dragons, watch you through the magic portal. Other soldiers behind them gaze at you with mild interest that is quickly lost. One yawns, and two others continue a conversation after only a brief scowl in your direction. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"The sooner we get outta here, the better. All this piety sticks in my gullet." Feng says in a low voice to Pitbull. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Come on let's go through. The other portals await" say Beltain smiling </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">"So this is one of those Portal thingy's." Pitball says examining the portal with a craftsman's </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">eye "I love things that help us travel far. My ol' Mum always said: If thew owner of a Goat is not afraid to travel at night, the owner of a Hypogriff certainly won't be." He hefts his </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Greatsword and strides through the portal heroically. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Sparhawk bows to Lord Hawklin from the back of Faran "Thank you My Lord", then nudges his noble steed into a walk and passes through </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Beltain gives Limara a huge grin and leads Salix though the gate to the Purple Knight's camp, as he passes through the archway Beltain stops and asks Lord Hawklin if there are any results from the questioning of Kaella, the drow priestess. </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">As the party prepare to leave Lord Hawklin replies to Beltain. "Regarding the drow priestess, all we found out is that that we already know. Those drow in the Mithril mines were Lolth worshippers who fled from a faction of drow who now worship a god called Kiaransalee. The drow told us that it is the Kiaransalee faction that are attacking towns and villages above ground. We have conformation that it was kiaransalee drow that attacked the dwarven village of Glen, burning it to the ground at night. We also know that Daggerfalls are having problems with drow, and Randal Morn sent a powerful group of adventurers into the underdark there." </span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">He smiles and continues "Anyway, do not worry about drow for the moment. The Zhentarim and the Cult of the Dragon seem to be playing a bigger part here and orcs" He waves the party goodbye as the portal shuts. Captain Dunman nods firmly to the party as they ride out of the camp and into the Stonelands...back to the Netherese ruins.</span></p><p></p><p><strong><em>The party ride back towards the ruins, each wrapped in their own thoughts about the coming day</em>...</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Greyhawk, post: 3434207, member: 40355"] [b]In Suzail Once More[/b] [COLOR=SandyBrown]Beltain, Limara and Rizzit leave the ruins. For a while there is a stony silence. Each of them reflecting upon what has just happened... "Can someone secure the spare horses", sniffs Rizzit "So they are brought along please" Sniff. And he rides at a determined pace for the Dragon knights encampment. "We must find more members to bolster our cut down ranks, I would suggest a melee type, a rogue and maybe another mage, what do you two think?" sniff Beltain pauses from securing the other horses "It's almost too soon to think about it, with our comrades only just cut down. I would avoid rogues, they can be more trouble than the little good they add. I would prefer to stalwart fighters" Beltain looks at Limara "I'm just glad that my lady is still with us" Limara looks sad. "Let's not talk about replacements today, have some respect for our fallen ....anyway we cannot let it lie there. We have to find a way to get there bodies back... or at least try our best. I will secure Elinor's horse to mine...". and so saying ties legend to her horse and then mounts up... Beltain regards Limara "Princess, you misunderstand my intent, we must consider augmenting our party if we are to have a hope of recovering the fallen. I meant no disrespect to the dead, only that we must develop a strategy that will lead to their return to us, if that is possible." At last Rizzit, Beltain and Limara arrive back in the Purple Dragon's camp "Greeting again Knights," pipes up the kobold "It is with heavy hearts we return so soon, three of our number have fallen to a mighty plant monster" and he then procedes to inform the captain of the encounter. "So as you can see we need to return to Suzail to report in and hopefully recruit some help to regain our friends bodies" "It was gigantic!" exclaims Beltain, fear creeping into his voice "It was enormous and its strength was awesome, Rizzit's fireballs barely made an impression on its resilience and it cured all damage on itself that was not caused by acid. Further it had two long tendrils that could whip out and catch a character even if they were far away from it. We were overmatched, vastly overmatched" he concludes and relapses into an introverted silence. "The portal will not be opened until 9am. Feel free to rest here until then" says Captain Dunman solemnly. "I can find your fallen wizards cat a new home. If that is what you think best". She kneels down and scoops up Pussy, who is very quiet and withdrawn.. "His name is Moca" says Beltain to the captain "It stands for Minister of Cat Affairs. And The Wizards last words were that he likes liver..." he shivers involuntarily and turns away. "Perhaps if you have a quiet tent, I could commit some of my spells to paper?" the cleric asks the captain, "In times such as these it helps if you keep occupied." he turns to his companions, his eyes still red-rimmed "And if you have memorised spells that you would like scribed I would be happy to oblige" he adds. Rizzit makes sure Beaker has enough food and water, give the axebeak a good clean then gets down to some sleep Rizzit, Limara and Beltain rest the night... At 9am the portal to the warehouse in Suzail opens. Standing there is the familiar figure of Lord Hawklin.. Rizzit rides through, dismounts and bows deeply to Lord Hawklin "Greetings My lord, we have some grave news" then goes on to tell our story Lord Hawling raises a hand and stops Rizzit "Please, the knights here will take you to my chambers, we can discuss things in comfort there. I will be along shortly, I must speak with Captain Dunman first. If you wish, you may leave your mounts here." Beltain thanks Lord Hawlin and proceeds with the others through into Suzail and hence to Lord Hawlin's chambers. "Let's get an advert up in one of the inns straight away to recruit some new people," suggests Rizzit "I think we should ask them to meet us the following afternoon at Lord Hawklin's residence, assuming he is ok with that. That gives us time to makes ome purchases first, we should then screen the candidates for evil people and then use a zone of truth to check their reliability, things are getting too tough out there to take on any chances who will run at the drop of a hat or may even be working for the Zhents" "We need people of solid character like those we have lost if wish to stand any chance of bringing them back" he concludes. That sounds very considered Rizzit" says Beltain, his voice showing a slight surprise "What do you think Princess?" "We need fighter types" says the lovely priestess "I too think Rizzit is right..." she adds quietly. "Are we going straight back to the beast or are we going to try the other portals first? I think that currently we are too inexperienced to be victorious against it, but I will try again if that's what everybody else wants.." she finishes with a sigh. "I agree" says Rizzit "I think we need to try some of the other portals first, maybe we will find something that will help but right now it far outmatches us" "I am glad you agree," she says with something close to relief in her voice "I feel bad enough that we couldn't rescue our friends... I would feel worse if we went straight back and did it again" After a pause she continues "I wonder how many people will apply to our advert... I hope we attract some decent applicants" Rizzit in and thoughtfully chews on a candle "I agree with you both" Beltain says nodding "We are not yet powerful enough to take on that hideous beast" he shudders "We will need strong fighters and much preparation before we can go back. Indeed, I think that we ourselves need the power of more experience before we can face such a threat. But go back we must, for we must ensure that no more brave adventurers fall victim to such a horrible fate, and to do our utmost to recover our fallen friends", he gives Limara a wan but tender smile and relapses into his own thoughts. After a little while Lord Hawklin enters the room. " Captain Dunman has informed me of the tragic events, but please, id like to hear it from you" He listens to the parties story, his eyes well up when he hears of Elinor's fate "My poor child" He wipes a tear away and looks up. "I have sent a detachment of Purple Dragon Knights to the Nexus, to deal with the creature you described. They are accompanied by a detachment of War Wizards. Hopefully, well shall hear back from them tomorrow." He looks at Rizzit, Limara and Beltain. "I heard you mention you wished to have your ranks filled. I know of two people who can assist you. They have been sent for, they should arrive shortly" and, he looks at Rizzit "And refreshments are coming I believe..." "My Lord, we are indeed grateful for your swift action." says Beltain echoing the thoughts of the remaining party members "I hope that it will be in time to recover the bodies of our companions - or - or - at least enough of them to allow them to be raised perhaps" his eyes well up with tears and he turns away. After a moment he turns back "We are in your debt" he concludes. "Ah here's one of the people I mentioned earlier... Mr Pitbull" responds the Lord looking towards the door. "I am very pleased to meet you Mr eh Pitbull. I wonder if you could tell us a little about yourself and why you would like to join our band?" Beltain asks in a clear voice. "Greetings Pitbull, I have never met a surface Gnome before and am very pleased to make your acquaintance" and Rizzit puts out a hand for Pitbull to shake "A surface gnome?" says Beltain in surprise "I did not know that such existed, except for the tribe of fishing gnomes that is, and I had always thought those merely legends" "Well shows what you know then Beltain," says Rizzit frostily "This is no underdark dweller, anything else is the surface as far a I am concerned" Beltain laughs "Well perhaps our prospective recruit can recommend a friend that could be considered for our number? We are still very <b>short</b> of fighting muscle..." "It will be nice to have someone closer to my height in the group, although he is still a bit on the tall side" says the kobold considering Pitbull "Greetings to you all. I am Pitbull, and to be sure I'd prefer it if you'd leave out the Mister bit. I won't have need of it. For as my Old Mum used to say: Life if for one generation. A good name if forever." says the gnome with a grin. "I'm not so much a surface Gnome as a Gnome who has found his way to the surface. And, as is uncommon for my kind, have found that the sky is not a thing to worry about falling upon you. Oh no. I am a Gnome of the Deep through and through." The short Platemailed figure nod his head towards Rizzit. "And although I hale from the depths I do not share many of my races bigotries or hatreds." He pauses for a moment and then continues "As for telling you a little about myself. I am Pitbull. Short of stature and long of blade. I love the poetry of steel and music of blood. I am a warrior my profession and as my old mum would tell us: a Gnomishman is never at his best except when brawling." The gnome takes a big gulp of air and continues "I am abroad in the lands searching for my twin Brother Poodle and feel that joining forces with a team of doughty adventurers to be an amicable method of passing the time until a clue to his whereabouts comes along. For as you'd all agree: Be on a horse when you go in search of a better one." he looks around and grins. Limara waits for a break in the gnome's speech and then interjects "Greetings to you Pitbull, are you well versed in group fighting or are you used to fighting alone ?" she asks the short smiling man with the tall sword. "Why fair lady, aren't you a strapping lass to be sure? A shy lil' Gnome like myself doesn't even know where to put his eyes." Says the Tin-pot Terrier to Limara with a salacious grin. "Though to answer your question, in the past I have always teamed up with my brother and other adventurers, more recently I've been going it alone. Fore as my old Mum would say: He who runs alone never finishes last. Mind you, she'd also say: A man who runs alone is prey to the wolves. So I'm not sure what advise to take from that." Beltain smiles at the gnome "I think that you will do very well, very well indeed in our group" he says "And for our part we gain both a stalwart fighter and the excellent words of wisdom of your mother" Limara agrees and smiles at Pitbull, "I'm pleased you are versed in the ways of team fighting.... both Beltain and Rizzit seem happy, as am I, to offer you a place in The Order Of The Initiative... Do you want to join the party?" Limara makes a mental note... no short skirts this summer... The door to the Lords room opens and another man strides into the room. He smiles and greet them. "Hail Neighbors!" says Sparhawk, pleased to have surprised the others with his unexpected return. The party welcome Sparhawk and they all chat a while.. Lord Hawklin informs the party that the portal to the purple dragon camp will not be active again until 9am. The party decide to take the opportunity to look round Suzail, make any purchases, do some crafting or whatever takes their fancy. The next day the party with a summons to go see Lord Hawklin. He explains that the Purple Dragon Knights have returned. They had managed to slay the Tendriculos and recover enough remains to resurrect Elinor, Nosnibor and Feng.. They were currently being treated in the temple of Tymora. Lord Hawklin addresses the party "Please, go see your friends, use the facilities of Suzail, The portal will open again tomorrow morning at 9. If you choose to continue this mission I will send for you and you will once again travel to the Nexus. What we need to ascertain is the location where these portals connect to. The purple dragon Knights only went to the portal that contained the creature you encountered. They believe that that portal leads to the High Forest. See if you can locate the others for us. Sparhawk and Pitbull, if you both accept this mission you will be paid handsomely. Your party will fill you in on the details..." "If I can be of assistance my lord, you have my sword at your disposal" agrees Sir Sparhawk eagerly. Meanwhile Elinor sits up and looks around her. The last thing she remembers is a hopeless struggle in a dark, slimy, restricted space. She sees Feng and Nosnibor. They look as dazed as she feels. "Greetings friends! Can I assume that we all fell to the great tentacled creature? If so it seems that our comrades were able to defeat the beast. I wonder how they did that - it seemed pretty hopeless to me. Perhaps Beltain's beetles felled it?" she jokes. Elinor slumps back- she feels tired and overwhelmed with emotion. She surreptitiously wipes a tear away with the back of her hand. After a few minutes Elinor gathers her belongings. She turns to the cleric. "Many thanks Holy Man for your blessed intercessions. We are in your debt". Resting her hand on the pommel of her sword, she addresses her colleagues. "Shall we go in search of our comrades? I think they will be pleased to see us" "Thanks, goodman cleric - It's good to be alive again. I assume the bill has been paid, 'cos I'm skint." He follows Elinor as quickly as his somewhat unresponsive limbs allow. "I'm feckin' amazed they succeeded where we failed. Perhaps the gods of chance happened to be looking in their direction, 'cos frankly they had all the chances of an elf in a pit-fight." Elinor walks somewhat stiffly towards the door of the Temple where she meets the newly arrived Beltain. Beltain rushes to Elinor and gives her a huge (but chaste) hug. "Welcome back!" he stammers "You don't know just how good it is to see you back fit and well again" Soon the company is reunited and Rizzit runs about hugging everyone's knees for a bit, very pleased to see them return alive. "Well to be sure I'd welcome a place with you rowdy band of beast buggerers. It'll be a nice opportunity for a bit of fighting." says the gnome "Coz as my old Mum would oft mention: Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is it's own purpose. Gawd Bless me ol' mum." The diminutive fighter then turns his attention on the newly arrived and somewhat pallid members of the group "Hail to you fellows and fine fillies newly brought back from beyond the veil of the netherworld." Says Pitbull jauntily and he sweeps his hand through his big 'Elvis' quiff and flips a wink at Elinor in a saucy fashion. "It's good to join a team who are no stranger to taking their lumps. Coz it's a true saying of me dear ol' Mum: We learn little from victory, but a great deal from defeat." Beltain looks at Elinor and Feng "I looks as if we are still one of our number missing. Do you know what's happened to Nosni? Lord Hawklin suggests that all the members of our company had been rescued...?" "Welcome back friends, where is Nosnibor?..." Limara greets the newly arrived pair. Sparhawk looks at his companions "Well 'tis good to be back amongst comrades, How about a condensed shortened version of what has happened of late?" "Well now Sparhawk, where to start" says Rizzit with a grim look and proceeds to tell the knight about the party's recent exploits. "So just another day at the office then neighbour" concludes Sparhawk with a smile. Beltain spends the day crafting, the others visit the shops and Suzail's other sites... That evening the party get together and a feast is laid on for them at Lord Hawklin's abode. Elinor and Feng both attend, and much fun is had by all. It is learned that The Wizard Nosnibor is still suffering after his recent death. The wizard is still very weak and is being looked after at the Towers of Good Fortune. It seems the mage will not be rejoining the party at this juncture. The upside to this is that Pussy has been asked to fill a new position in the capital city. She has become The Minister for Cat Affairs, a much needed position in this city of cat lovers. Lord Hawklin also updates the party on The Zhentarim that had been captured. He had been interrogated. His mission had been to patrol the stonelands, and spy on traffic along the Moonsea Ride. He had encountered a member of The Cult of the Dragon, whom after he had tortured and killed had informed him of the Stonelands ruins. The zhentarim and his three ogre companions had then gone there and met the party. "Well I enjoyed that day of shopping but I am eager to get up and at 'em" says the gnome "As my Old Mum used to say: Fire, Gnomes and Taxmen know no mercy. Lets flick the dust of the this two copper piece metropolis from our size nines and get into some trouble. What say yee?" Elinor enjoys the evening, and spends a lot of time talking to Lord Hawklin, asking how the tendriculous was defeated, and telling him everything she has seen so far on her adventures. She also chats with the new warriors Sparhawk and Pitbull. They both seem very pleasant, but she's not sure that she ever wants to meet Pitbull's mother. Pitbull eyes Elinor with a lustful eye. He like's 'em big and buxom. After a while she starts to reformulate her opinion of Pitbull. Perhaps she should meet his mother, if only to ask her why she didn't castrate him at birth Elinor bids the party good night and retires to bed. Which she prays is behind a lockable door. "Good evening everybody. And a night of good rest to you all. No doubt we shall need to be in fighting form tomorrow." "But fair maiden" protests Pitbull "I am the soul of gentile chivalry. And you are the soul of martial magnificence. As me ol' mum would put it: Anyone who sees beauty and does not look at it will soon be poor. And I would be a veritable pauper if I did not feast upon your glorious visage.". The Tin-Pot Gnome grins a wide grin and licks his eyebrows. "Thank-you-very-much. Uh-huh-huh" says Elinor in a strange drawling voice. Secretly she is quite impressed by the eyebrow trick. Perhaps it would be worth getting to know this diminutive chap. Enjoys a pleasant evening and retires early so he can be up and ready early in the morning Pitbull stays up and gets pissed with anyone who will join him. He is a happy drunk and enjoys telling tall and slightly rude stories. Often involving milkmaids. Sparhawk takes a single ale with his new comrade in arms and then turns in for the night "If you are buying, Pitbull," says Feng grinning "I'll keep you company. In fact I'll give you a short lesson on keeping up with the orcses in yer cups. Its a relief to have something like a proper fighter in the group. The lass is willin', but her best ain't really up to the mark. An' as fer Sparhawk. So far up himself he needs a stepladder to climb down." "Just watch that little Bastard Rizzit" he continues "He can cast fireballs now, and I think he Likes it if you know what I mean. Limara & Beltain will boost yer skills and keep you in a fight, and they're not too shy of a scrap. But that Nosnibor. A waste of good food. How I havn't fed him his own liver before now, I don't know." "Don't steal my kills, n' we'll get along fine." he concludes. Limara warmly greets the fallen warriors, embracing Elinor then punching Feng on the arm... "good to see you both up and smiling again... drink anyone ?" and she spends some time with the party gossiping and catching up with Spar and finding out what Pitbull's favourite drink is.. At dinnertime Beltain comes down from his room. His hands show signs of pin-pricks, it looks as if he has been doing sewing, without too much skill. Limara then goes upstairs to retire for the evening and pray for her new spells... Pitbull welcomes the chance to get in his cups with the mighty Feng. If he wants to go one on one in the drinking stakes he reckons this lil' Gnome is Game. "Feng old Fellow me lad, I am glad to be with a group of thrill seeking bravos with an eye on twatting the odd beastie and stupping the odd gal." the gnome chortles "Thanks for your sum-up of the others in the group. I'm sure I'll make my own mind up in time. As my ol' Mum would often say: You will never know you friends from your enemies until the ice breaks. " The party meet at Lord Hawklins abode early in the morning. Lord Hawklin escorts the party outside. He leads them down the promenade, Suzail's main street, to the western end of the court, the gigantic government building in the centre of Suzail. There, he leads them to a broad set of double doors that appears to be a service entrance for taking large deliveries, as from wagons. Opening it he takes them inside a brightly kit room resembling a small, empty warehouse, 60 feet square and 20 feet high. An identical set of double doors stands on the far side of the room, the sides of the room have piles of empty crates, straw, and minor debris pushed against them. The room smells like horses were recently stabled here. Bright illumination comes from a few globes suspended from the ceiling, radiating magical light. Lord Hawklin ushers you inside and closes the doors behind you. He motions for you to wait there. Lord Hawklin turns to face the doors on the far side of the chamber. "In the name of the Forest Kingdom, and of Alusair, the Steel Regent, I bid you open" he says in a loud, strong voice that echoes in the large room. Swiftly, the doors on the far side of the room vanish, replaced by a whirling, sparkling pool of grey light about 6 feet across, hovering about a foot above ground. The pool of light then slowly sinks into the floor until it is only a half-circle, 8 feet high and 16 feet wide. The grey light filling the half-circle fades, and you see a landscape beyond it. The scene is of a rocky wasteland among high hills, at the same time of day as it is now in Suzail. Several dozen armoured men with drawn longbows, obviously Purple Dragons, watch you through the magic portal. Other soldiers behind them gaze at you with mild interest that is quickly lost. One yawns, and two others continue a conversation after only a brief scowl in your direction. "The sooner we get outta here, the better. All this piety sticks in my gullet." Feng says in a low voice to Pitbull. "Come on let's go through. The other portals await" say Beltain smiling "So this is one of those Portal thingy's." Pitball says examining the portal with a craftsman's eye "I love things that help us travel far. My ol' Mum always said: If thew owner of a Goat is not afraid to travel at night, the owner of a Hypogriff certainly won't be." He hefts his Greatsword and strides through the portal heroically. Sparhawk bows to Lord Hawklin from the back of Faran "Thank you My Lord", then nudges his noble steed into a walk and passes through Beltain gives Limara a huge grin and leads Salix though the gate to the Purple Knight's camp, as he passes through the archway Beltain stops and asks Lord Hawklin if there are any results from the questioning of Kaella, the drow priestess. As the party prepare to leave Lord Hawklin replies to Beltain. "Regarding the drow priestess, all we found out is that that we already know. Those drow in the Mithril mines were Lolth worshippers who fled from a faction of drow who now worship a god called Kiaransalee. The drow told us that it is the Kiaransalee faction that are attacking towns and villages above ground. We have conformation that it was kiaransalee drow that attacked the dwarven village of Glen, burning it to the ground at night. We also know that Daggerfalls are having problems with drow, and Randal Morn sent a powerful group of adventurers into the underdark there." He smiles and continues "Anyway, do not worry about drow for the moment. The Zhentarim and the Cult of the Dragon seem to be playing a bigger part here and orcs" He waves the party goodbye as the portal shuts. Captain Dunman nods firmly to the party as they ride out of the camp and into the Stonelands...back to the Netherese ruins.[/COLOR] [B][I]The party ride back towards the ruins, each wrapped in their own thoughts about the coming day[/I]...[/B] [/QUOTE]
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