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<blockquote data-quote="htetickrt" data-source="post: 2231162" data-attributes="member: 16534"><p style="text-align: center">The Journey to the Lake</p><p></p><p>Before another action can be taken, a dense wall of what appears to be webbing springs into being in front of the group, completely sealing off the party from whatever lurks in the dark. Trella shares a look with Mr. Flopsy, prepared to charge as soon as Kai tackles the wall.</p><p></p><p>Kyree aims high, firing a full spread of arrows at the lurker he senses above. The odd creature reels upward under the multiple impacts, but the elf does not comprehend sufficient details of its alien physiology to discern its health after his assault.</p><p></p><p>Kai sends a narrow bolt of lightning off in the direction of the chanting. The bolt strikes the webbing with potent force, but fizzles out after traveling less than an inch through the iron-hard substance.</p><p></p><p>Trella notes that the wall does not catch fire after Kai’s bolt and curses creatively in Sylvan. Switching gears, she charges the webbing, hacking at it with her quarterstaff. Trella discovers that the stuff is no more vulnerable to martial persuasion, however, as her weapon barely widens the dent made by the lightning. Nevertheless, Earl charges in behind her and adds a nick to the total damage with his horn.</p><p></p><p>Khail leaves the lurkers to others and advances on the web, cutting a chunk an inch thick through it. The remaining four inches mock him with their interconnectedness, as does the slow chanting that continues from the other side.</p><p></p><p>The lurker leaps down upon Kyree, seeking to smother him, but the elf nimbly avoids it. Vulnerable now on the ground, Rhien ends its life with a brutal axe kick that ruptures its centrally located internal organs. The monk approaches the web after this, joining the rest of the band as they tear into the substance with blade, claw, and spell.</p><p></p><p>Slow progress is made, but the wall is not breached before its maker’s hand emerges from inside it, unfettered by its strong strands. The long-nailed fingers, delicate and dusky, twist in the gestures of magic, summoning a carpet of spiders and a thin black beam. The former blankets the area, making concentration impossible; the latter targets Khail, sending him to his knees as it saps his very life force. Seconds later a cage of green energy descends upon him, but the paladin manages to roll out of the way just in time to avoid being trapped.</p><p></p><p>The group speeds its efforts, and soon after breaches the wall of webbing, revealing a matched pair: a female drow, attired in robes bearing numerous arachnid-oriented ornamentation, and a gargantuan stone spider, with sharp jade spikes studding each of its eight huge legs.</p><p></p><p>Khail is unimpressed, shouting, “For good!” despite the bleeding wound the spider opens in his abdomen as he charges. Trella rolls her eyes, tasking Mr. Flopsy with stifling the drow. This the dire bear does with aplomb, wrapping the thin humanoid up in his giant claws. The drow struggles, but cannot escape during the two seconds it takes for Kyree to line up his shot and end the drow’s life with a volley of perfectly-placed arrows.</p><p></p><p>While the elf pumps his fist in the air, his companions turn to the spider, reducing it to rubble in a matter of moments. Chunks the size of an ogre’s head smash against the cavern floor, and a cloud of fine jade dust billows from each impact. Between the corpses of tiny spiders and the particulate matter in the air, the passage back quickly becomes impassable, and the party stumbles and chokes its way further into the Underdark.</p><p></p><p>The group stops to discard the drow’s looted corpse after escaping the mess. Trella watches Khail and Kyree do the honors as she taps her staff to the ground worriedly. “Sound echoes wicked much here, doesn’t it Mr. Flopsy?”</p><p></p><p>The dire bear makes a sound not unlike Chewbacca’s signature response, and Trella looks worried again, though this time due to potential lawsuits. “We should expect trouble,” she finishes wanly.</p><p></p><p>Khail returns, looking proud. “Trouble is my middle name.”</p><p></p><p>Quid raises an eyebrow. “That beam drain your brain?”</p><p></p><p>Khail answers, “Huh?”</p><p></p><p>“Forget it.”</p><p></p><p>Trella puts in, “When you’re done making jokes, I could use some help getting this ring on Mr. Flopsy’s paw.” No one takes her up on her request.</p><p></p><p>*********</p><p></p><p>“That was disgusting.” Quid is most sure of this fact.</p><p></p><p>Trella looks up from picking purple worm innards off of her hide armor. “Yeah, umber hulks are ugly buggers,” she agrees.</p><p></p><p>Quid goggles. “I was talking about the exploding worm.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, that. They don’t normally explode. We just were a little too enthusiastic, I think.”</p><p></p><p>“I sort of figured that, Trella.”</p><p></p><p>“Then why did you ask?” Trella inquires. The druid turns to the others, tapping her headband before tracing little circles around her ear with her index finger. Quid stomps away, while Kai stifles a chuckle.</p><p></p><p>*****************</p><p></p><p>“I have to say, that death gaze was highly overrated,” Khail opines.</p><p></p><p>Rhien rolls the body of a bodak over to the caved in corpse of a bullette, clearing the passage for further movement. “Why do you say that?”</p><p></p><p>“Quid was telling those stories about Zeran the Wise the other day, and how he was, for a time, trapped as a bodak.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, I just thought that someone as potent as Zeran, the Light of Lathander, would have been something less easy to kill.”</p><p></p><p>“He was cursed, Khail.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, but shouldn’t his curses be…greater, somehow?”</p><p></p><p>Rhien tilts his head to the side. “You have an interesting view of things, my friend.”</p><p></p><p>The paladin smiles. “Thanks, Rhien. I don’t often hear that.”</p><p></p><p>Overhearing, Quid mutters, “Maybe that’s because you’re a loon.”</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing.” She changes the subject. “We should maybe camp here. After getting past the stench of death, of course.”</p><p></p><p>“Good plan,” Kai adds, “The idea of feather pillows is extremely appealing right now.”</p><p></p><p>“So it’s a mansion for tonight?”</p><p></p><p>Kai half-smiles. “It’s the only way to travel.”</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately—for them—a group of troglodytes foils the plan by their flawed attempt at an ambush. As the group draws to a halt, ten reptilian creatures surround it and let loose with crossbows and spells. The element of surprise grants them an additional six seconds of life, but they are dispatched with alacrity as soon as they are noticed, with no harm done to the party, which now turns to grumbling about having to go further into the depths to avoid this new stench.</p><p></p><p>****************</p><p></p><p>“Nothing like a nine-course banquet to make one feel like a civilized person again,” Quid offers. “Kai, my complements to your chef.”</p><p></p><p>Kai inclines her head, feeling somewhat better after a night atop an overstuffed mattress. “I’ll pass them along.”</p><p></p><p>Kyree holds up a hand. “There’s someone ahead. He looks like he wants to talk.”</p><p></p><p>Kai notices the figure as he approaches. “It appears to be a half-dragon. Let me speak with him.”</p><p></p><p>Khail narrows his small gray eyes. “Very well, but I’ll be watching.”</p><p></p><p>Kai ignores him and steps forward; the half-dragon assumes that this implies leadership and he addresses her directly in Draconic. “Greetings, lesser beings. I am Sshumath Daerindra, a frequent traveler in these parts. I have great knowledge of the recent history of this region, knowledge I am willing to trade for magic that could complement my already incredible potency. I recognize that it is unlikely ones such as you possess any, but stranger things have happened.”</p><p></p><p>Kai replies cautiously, “You might be surprised, Sshumath.”</p><p></p><p>The red-tinged drow wrinkles his scaly nose. “The sacred tongue sounds…profane, coming from your fleshy lips, but I will take your knowledge of it as the compliment it was surely intended to be. Very well, share with me what you have, and I will deign to determine if anything is worth acquiring.”</p><p></p><p>Kai raises an eyebrow and prepares to get down to bargaining, but she is interrupted by Khail’s insistent hand on her shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“Tell him to raise arms and defend himself,” the burly paladin instructs.</p><p></p><p>“Why?” Kai asks incredulously.</p><p></p><p>“Because he is evil.”</p><p></p><p>“So? Everyone down here is evil, and we could use some information.”</p><p></p><p>“I am tired of making pacts with darkness and justifying it to myself. This thing is the spawn of a drow and an evil dragon, and reeks of taint to my sight. He won’t tell us anything without a trade, and he will betray us if we help him.”</p><p></p><p>“I can handle the conversation, Khail,” Kai snaps, showing some irritation.</p><p></p><p>“I have no doubt about this, Kai, but I cannot. I will attack either way; I just wanted to spare you my self-doubt after the fact.”</p><p></p><p>Kai swears that if she didn’t know Khail better, she’d think he was making a joke. “Fine. But if we get ambushed later because of this, it’s on your head.”</p><p></p><p>She turns to the half-dragon. “Before we go any further, my irrational friend wants me to inform you that he will be attacking you soon, and that you should put up arms to defend yourself.”</p><p></p><p>The half-drow sneers. “Your friend is a fool.”</p><p></p><p>Kai shrugs. “Perhaps, but he’s serious, so I’d leave if I were you.”</p><p></p><p>Sshumath makes a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a snarl. “I, flee? From you? I will crush you and choose my price from your corpses!” With that he begins to cast a spell.</p><p></p><p>Kai sighs. “He’s all yours, big guy.”</p><p></p><p>Khail manifests his sword and charges, but Mr. Flopsy beats him to the punch, tearing into Sshumath with claw and tooth. Stunned, the sorcerer tires to finish his spells, but Kyree’s first arrow ends his life in an instant as it rips through the half-dragon’s brain.</p><p></p><p>Khail, about to strike, complains, “Hey, he was mine!”</p><p></p><p>Rhien groans. “Was any of that really necessary?”</p><p></p><p>Kyree shrugs. Keeping a perfectly straight face, the archer says, “I’m sure Khail had good reasons. Who am I to question a paladin’s moral judgment?” Quid snickers and searches the body for treasure.</p><p></p><p>Rhien grumbles and stomps off ahead, determined to be the first to encounter any subsequent potential friends. Thus it is he who first comes into contact with a band of mind flayers, by way of four simultaneous mind blasts that threaten to leave the monk a drooling mess.</p><p></p><p>None of them are effective, however, and Rhien calls for backup while rushing up to engage. The illithids act first, suggesting to Rhien telepathically that he harm his friends. Again the monk shrugs off the mental assault, illuminating their hideous faces with his torch as he slays one with a powerful kick.</p><p></p><p>Now able to see, Kyree targets another, slaying it with three arrows. The last two join their fellows when the rest of the party descends upon them in a fury, greatly angered by the mind flayers’ presumption. After looting a few gems, the group kicks the corpses a few times and storms off down the path on which it was earlier traveling.</p><p> </p><p>By the time four more hours have passed the party has calmed down somewhat, and begins to whisper quietly among itself about the best place to camp. Another hour and a half takes the group to the fork of which the deva earlier spoke, and the party chooses to retreat slightly into the other tunnel so as to move off the main trail.</p><p></p><p>Just before Kai is about to invoke her mansion, the party is interrupted by the simultaneous detonations of numerous fell magics. Three overlapping green grids of energy—Quid recognizes them as castings of “Order’s Wrath”—daze and injure those in the group prone to chaos. Three cloying clouds of inky darkness—Trella knows these as manifestations of “Unholy Blight”—injure and sicken all. Finally, two fireballs—familiar to everyone—scorch exposed flesh. Once they pass, Earl and Spot are quite dead, and the rest of the party is sorely injured. Kai and Kyree, dazed by the affront to their free spirits, are unable for the moment to take action, as the hated sound of infernal speech makes its way to the ears of the group.</p><p></p><p><em>To be continued…</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="htetickrt, post: 2231162, member: 16534"] [CENTER]The Journey to the Lake[/CENTER] Before another action can be taken, a dense wall of what appears to be webbing springs into being in front of the group, completely sealing off the party from whatever lurks in the dark. Trella shares a look with Mr. Flopsy, prepared to charge as soon as Kai tackles the wall. Kyree aims high, firing a full spread of arrows at the lurker he senses above. The odd creature reels upward under the multiple impacts, but the elf does not comprehend sufficient details of its alien physiology to discern its health after his assault. Kai sends a narrow bolt of lightning off in the direction of the chanting. The bolt strikes the webbing with potent force, but fizzles out after traveling less than an inch through the iron-hard substance. Trella notes that the wall does not catch fire after Kai’s bolt and curses creatively in Sylvan. Switching gears, she charges the webbing, hacking at it with her quarterstaff. Trella discovers that the stuff is no more vulnerable to martial persuasion, however, as her weapon barely widens the dent made by the lightning. Nevertheless, Earl charges in behind her and adds a nick to the total damage with his horn. Khail leaves the lurkers to others and advances on the web, cutting a chunk an inch thick through it. The remaining four inches mock him with their interconnectedness, as does the slow chanting that continues from the other side. The lurker leaps down upon Kyree, seeking to smother him, but the elf nimbly avoids it. Vulnerable now on the ground, Rhien ends its life with a brutal axe kick that ruptures its centrally located internal organs. The monk approaches the web after this, joining the rest of the band as they tear into the substance with blade, claw, and spell. Slow progress is made, but the wall is not breached before its maker’s hand emerges from inside it, unfettered by its strong strands. The long-nailed fingers, delicate and dusky, twist in the gestures of magic, summoning a carpet of spiders and a thin black beam. The former blankets the area, making concentration impossible; the latter targets Khail, sending him to his knees as it saps his very life force. Seconds later a cage of green energy descends upon him, but the paladin manages to roll out of the way just in time to avoid being trapped. The group speeds its efforts, and soon after breaches the wall of webbing, revealing a matched pair: a female drow, attired in robes bearing numerous arachnid-oriented ornamentation, and a gargantuan stone spider, with sharp jade spikes studding each of its eight huge legs. Khail is unimpressed, shouting, “For good!” despite the bleeding wound the spider opens in his abdomen as he charges. Trella rolls her eyes, tasking Mr. Flopsy with stifling the drow. This the dire bear does with aplomb, wrapping the thin humanoid up in his giant claws. The drow struggles, but cannot escape during the two seconds it takes for Kyree to line up his shot and end the drow’s life with a volley of perfectly-placed arrows. While the elf pumps his fist in the air, his companions turn to the spider, reducing it to rubble in a matter of moments. Chunks the size of an ogre’s head smash against the cavern floor, and a cloud of fine jade dust billows from each impact. Between the corpses of tiny spiders and the particulate matter in the air, the passage back quickly becomes impassable, and the party stumbles and chokes its way further into the Underdark. The group stops to discard the drow’s looted corpse after escaping the mess. Trella watches Khail and Kyree do the honors as she taps her staff to the ground worriedly. “Sound echoes wicked much here, doesn’t it Mr. Flopsy?” The dire bear makes a sound not unlike Chewbacca’s signature response, and Trella looks worried again, though this time due to potential lawsuits. “We should expect trouble,” she finishes wanly. Khail returns, looking proud. “Trouble is my middle name.” Quid raises an eyebrow. “That beam drain your brain?” Khail answers, “Huh?” “Forget it.” Trella puts in, “When you’re done making jokes, I could use some help getting this ring on Mr. Flopsy’s paw.” No one takes her up on her request. ********* “That was disgusting.” Quid is most sure of this fact. Trella looks up from picking purple worm innards off of her hide armor. “Yeah, umber hulks are ugly buggers,” she agrees. Quid goggles. “I was talking about the exploding worm.” “Oh, that. They don’t normally explode. We just were a little too enthusiastic, I think.” “I sort of figured that, Trella.” “Then why did you ask?” Trella inquires. The druid turns to the others, tapping her headband before tracing little circles around her ear with her index finger. Quid stomps away, while Kai stifles a chuckle. ***************** “I have to say, that death gaze was highly overrated,” Khail opines. Rhien rolls the body of a bodak over to the caved in corpse of a bullette, clearing the passage for further movement. “Why do you say that?” “Quid was telling those stories about Zeran the Wise the other day, and how he was, for a time, trapped as a bodak.” “Yes.” “Well, I just thought that someone as potent as Zeran, the Light of Lathander, would have been something less easy to kill.” “He was cursed, Khail.” “Yeah, but shouldn’t his curses be…greater, somehow?” Rhien tilts his head to the side. “You have an interesting view of things, my friend.” The paladin smiles. “Thanks, Rhien. I don’t often hear that.” Overhearing, Quid mutters, “Maybe that’s because you’re a loon.” “What?” “Nothing.” She changes the subject. “We should maybe camp here. After getting past the stench of death, of course.” “Good plan,” Kai adds, “The idea of feather pillows is extremely appealing right now.” “So it’s a mansion for tonight?” Kai half-smiles. “It’s the only way to travel.” Unfortunately—for them—a group of troglodytes foils the plan by their flawed attempt at an ambush. As the group draws to a halt, ten reptilian creatures surround it and let loose with crossbows and spells. The element of surprise grants them an additional six seconds of life, but they are dispatched with alacrity as soon as they are noticed, with no harm done to the party, which now turns to grumbling about having to go further into the depths to avoid this new stench. **************** “Nothing like a nine-course banquet to make one feel like a civilized person again,” Quid offers. “Kai, my complements to your chef.” Kai inclines her head, feeling somewhat better after a night atop an overstuffed mattress. “I’ll pass them along.” Kyree holds up a hand. “There’s someone ahead. He looks like he wants to talk.” Kai notices the figure as he approaches. “It appears to be a half-dragon. Let me speak with him.” Khail narrows his small gray eyes. “Very well, but I’ll be watching.” Kai ignores him and steps forward; the half-dragon assumes that this implies leadership and he addresses her directly in Draconic. “Greetings, lesser beings. I am Sshumath Daerindra, a frequent traveler in these parts. I have great knowledge of the recent history of this region, knowledge I am willing to trade for magic that could complement my already incredible potency. I recognize that it is unlikely ones such as you possess any, but stranger things have happened.” Kai replies cautiously, “You might be surprised, Sshumath.” The red-tinged drow wrinkles his scaly nose. “The sacred tongue sounds…profane, coming from your fleshy lips, but I will take your knowledge of it as the compliment it was surely intended to be. Very well, share with me what you have, and I will deign to determine if anything is worth acquiring.” Kai raises an eyebrow and prepares to get down to bargaining, but she is interrupted by Khail’s insistent hand on her shoulder. “Tell him to raise arms and defend himself,” the burly paladin instructs. “Why?” Kai asks incredulously. “Because he is evil.” “So? Everyone down here is evil, and we could use some information.” “I am tired of making pacts with darkness and justifying it to myself. This thing is the spawn of a drow and an evil dragon, and reeks of taint to my sight. He won’t tell us anything without a trade, and he will betray us if we help him.” “I can handle the conversation, Khail,” Kai snaps, showing some irritation. “I have no doubt about this, Kai, but I cannot. I will attack either way; I just wanted to spare you my self-doubt after the fact.” Kai swears that if she didn’t know Khail better, she’d think he was making a joke. “Fine. But if we get ambushed later because of this, it’s on your head.” She turns to the half-dragon. “Before we go any further, my irrational friend wants me to inform you that he will be attacking you soon, and that you should put up arms to defend yourself.” The half-drow sneers. “Your friend is a fool.” Kai shrugs. “Perhaps, but he’s serious, so I’d leave if I were you.” Sshumath makes a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a snarl. “I, flee? From you? I will crush you and choose my price from your corpses!” With that he begins to cast a spell. Kai sighs. “He’s all yours, big guy.” Khail manifests his sword and charges, but Mr. Flopsy beats him to the punch, tearing into Sshumath with claw and tooth. Stunned, the sorcerer tires to finish his spells, but Kyree’s first arrow ends his life in an instant as it rips through the half-dragon’s brain. Khail, about to strike, complains, “Hey, he was mine!” Rhien groans. “Was any of that really necessary?” Kyree shrugs. Keeping a perfectly straight face, the archer says, “I’m sure Khail had good reasons. Who am I to question a paladin’s moral judgment?” Quid snickers and searches the body for treasure. Rhien grumbles and stomps off ahead, determined to be the first to encounter any subsequent potential friends. Thus it is he who first comes into contact with a band of mind flayers, by way of four simultaneous mind blasts that threaten to leave the monk a drooling mess. None of them are effective, however, and Rhien calls for backup while rushing up to engage. The illithids act first, suggesting to Rhien telepathically that he harm his friends. Again the monk shrugs off the mental assault, illuminating their hideous faces with his torch as he slays one with a powerful kick. Now able to see, Kyree targets another, slaying it with three arrows. The last two join their fellows when the rest of the party descends upon them in a fury, greatly angered by the mind flayers’ presumption. After looting a few gems, the group kicks the corpses a few times and storms off down the path on which it was earlier traveling. By the time four more hours have passed the party has calmed down somewhat, and begins to whisper quietly among itself about the best place to camp. Another hour and a half takes the group to the fork of which the deva earlier spoke, and the party chooses to retreat slightly into the other tunnel so as to move off the main trail. Just before Kai is about to invoke her mansion, the party is interrupted by the simultaneous detonations of numerous fell magics. Three overlapping green grids of energy—Quid recognizes them as castings of “Order’s Wrath”—daze and injure those in the group prone to chaos. Three cloying clouds of inky darkness—Trella knows these as manifestations of “Unholy Blight”—injure and sicken all. Finally, two fireballs—familiar to everyone—scorch exposed flesh. Once they pass, Earl and Spot are quite dead, and the rest of the party is sorely injured. Kai and Kyree, dazed by the affront to their free spirits, are unable for the moment to take action, as the hated sound of infernal speech makes its way to the ears of the group. [I]To be continued…[/I] [/QUOTE]
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