The Unusual Heroes Enter The City of the Spider Queen!
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Ziona
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Wow! Ziona has 10 votes in Belasco's poll. Thanks guys! I'm touched... 
Tonight is game night! It seems everytime I post, we play again, so it's a vicious loop that I can't get out of...I'm always 3 sessions behind! Ah well, looking forward to playing tonight. Only 1/2 an hour more to work then I can go home and game. Woot!!
Tonight is game night! It seems everytime I post, we play again, so it's a vicious loop that I can't get out of...I'm always 3 sessions behind! Ah well, looking forward to playing tonight. Only 1/2 an hour more to work then I can go home and game. Woot!!
PaynAndispare
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I must agree Dent, it will be nice to be outside once again ... that is if we make it out alive
Ziona
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Glouroth’s Chasm
Ziona and Dent stood talking with Avangel when an exasperated Varr emerged from the pool.
“Ah, the treasure!” he gurgled.
“Defeat the kraken I assume?” asked Dent.
“No help to you, laddie,” teased Varr with a smirk. “Now make yourself useful, and give me a hand.”
Dent helped the dwarf heave a sack of gold coins out of the water.
“There’s more where that came from, too,” smiled the dwarf before he plunged back under the water.
Within half an hour the heroes, with help from the celestial orcas, had emptied the kraken’s horde and taken what they deemed valuable.
“Any sign of Lox or Gnettles?” asked Ziona.
“Not that we could tell,” said Tark.
“None of their belongings were among the treasure,” said Dent. “I think it’s safe to assume they were not here.”
“Unless they were digested,” said Belasco.
“I think we should go on the assumption that they were not,” said Ziona, “and continue searching for them elsewhere.”
“We must cross the Lake of Shadow,” said Avangel. “As I said before, it will require magical means since there are no skiffs available to us.”
“Can you form another bridge, Ziona?” asked Dent.
“The distance is too great. Perhaps if we could fly across.”
“I can use the wind to carry us across,” said Tark, “though I do not think it will support us all.”
“How many can it support?” asked Dent.
“All but two,” said Tark.
“I can carry Ziona while I fly across,” said Avangel. “She and Rossal will be fine with me.”
Belasco’s eyes narrowed. He did not trust the two of them, or the feline that Avangel had brought to life. He wondered what mischief they might cause.
“And you would agree to this arrangement?” he asked Ziona.
“If that is the way we must travel to find our friends, then I agree,” replied Ziona.
“Then we should be off,” said Tark.
The heroes left the shrine and walked back out onto the island, where Tark began to pray.
“See you on the otherside of the lake,” said Dent to Ziona and Avangel.
A moment later, a great gust of wind wound around them and carried them away. As Ziona watched them go, Avangel knelt down and offered to lift her. Rossal curled up into her cloak, and off they flew.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After arriving on the opposite side of the lake, Avangel, Ziona and Rossal regrouped with their companions and continued traveling on foot. It was several days before they came upon the tunnel that opened into the base of a chasm. Looking up, the heroes could see no ceiling, and found only a great iron gong with a mallet to match.
“What now?” asked Tark.
“Looks to me like we’re supposed to smash that mallet into the gong,” mumbled Varr.
“For what purpose?” thought Belasco aloud.
“Give me a moment, and we may know,” said Tark. He cast Augury and asked “Will ringing this gong have a bad effect?”
The group stood around the gong waiting, while Varr clutched the mallet anxiously.
“I feel that it could be good or bad,” said Tark.
“I’m ringing the blasted thing!” shouted Varr. He pulled back his arm and swung the mallet into the gong with a ferocity only a dwarf could possess.
The sound of the gong made the heroes start. It was a woeful sound that resonated throughout the chasm and put the heroes on edge. Dent readied his bow, and Ziona cast Moonblade, while Belasco’s hands fidgeted anxiously near the hilts of his swords. Even Varr looked taken aback as he dropped the mallet and reached shakily for his axe.
Before them, a strongly built creature with leathery black wings emerged from the darkness above. Three more of the creatures, known as kir-lanan appeared from the darkness as well.
“Who is your leader?” asked the first in Undercommon.
Belasco and Ziona, being the only two in the group who could speak in Undercommon stepped forward at the same time.
“Do you continue to honor the pact?”
“Which pact do you refer?” asked Belasco.
The kir-lanan raised it’s brow with suspicion.
“Who do you worship?”
“I worship only power,” said Belasco. “Who do you bow down to?”
“We are the kir-lanan. We are the godless,” it bellowed. “I ask again…which deity do you worship?”
Ziona looked at Belasco, who was now fuming. She knew the drow would not claim allegiance to either of the drow goddesses that were plaguing the Underdark.
“I worship no deity!” shouted Belasco as he drew his longswords.
Ziona turned and translated for the group, “Ready your weapons!”
The kir-lanan began to call out angrily in an ancient language that only Rossal seemed to recognize.
“Better be ready for this!” warned the psuedodragon. “They’re summoning their dragon, Glouroth!”
The Adventure Continues…
Ziona and Dent stood talking with Avangel when an exasperated Varr emerged from the pool.
“Ah, the treasure!” he gurgled.
“Defeat the kraken I assume?” asked Dent.
“No help to you, laddie,” teased Varr with a smirk. “Now make yourself useful, and give me a hand.”
Dent helped the dwarf heave a sack of gold coins out of the water.
“There’s more where that came from, too,” smiled the dwarf before he plunged back under the water.
Within half an hour the heroes, with help from the celestial orcas, had emptied the kraken’s horde and taken what they deemed valuable.
“Any sign of Lox or Gnettles?” asked Ziona.
“Not that we could tell,” said Tark.
“None of their belongings were among the treasure,” said Dent. “I think it’s safe to assume they were not here.”
“Unless they were digested,” said Belasco.
“I think we should go on the assumption that they were not,” said Ziona, “and continue searching for them elsewhere.”
“We must cross the Lake of Shadow,” said Avangel. “As I said before, it will require magical means since there are no skiffs available to us.”
“Can you form another bridge, Ziona?” asked Dent.
“The distance is too great. Perhaps if we could fly across.”
“I can use the wind to carry us across,” said Tark, “though I do not think it will support us all.”
“How many can it support?” asked Dent.
“All but two,” said Tark.
“I can carry Ziona while I fly across,” said Avangel. “She and Rossal will be fine with me.”
Belasco’s eyes narrowed. He did not trust the two of them, or the feline that Avangel had brought to life. He wondered what mischief they might cause.
“And you would agree to this arrangement?” he asked Ziona.
“If that is the way we must travel to find our friends, then I agree,” replied Ziona.
“Then we should be off,” said Tark.
The heroes left the shrine and walked back out onto the island, where Tark began to pray.
“See you on the otherside of the lake,” said Dent to Ziona and Avangel.
A moment later, a great gust of wind wound around them and carried them away. As Ziona watched them go, Avangel knelt down and offered to lift her. Rossal curled up into her cloak, and off they flew.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After arriving on the opposite side of the lake, Avangel, Ziona and Rossal regrouped with their companions and continued traveling on foot. It was several days before they came upon the tunnel that opened into the base of a chasm. Looking up, the heroes could see no ceiling, and found only a great iron gong with a mallet to match.
“What now?” asked Tark.
“Looks to me like we’re supposed to smash that mallet into the gong,” mumbled Varr.
“For what purpose?” thought Belasco aloud.
“Give me a moment, and we may know,” said Tark. He cast Augury and asked “Will ringing this gong have a bad effect?”
The group stood around the gong waiting, while Varr clutched the mallet anxiously.
“I feel that it could be good or bad,” said Tark.
“I’m ringing the blasted thing!” shouted Varr. He pulled back his arm and swung the mallet into the gong with a ferocity only a dwarf could possess.
The sound of the gong made the heroes start. It was a woeful sound that resonated throughout the chasm and put the heroes on edge. Dent readied his bow, and Ziona cast Moonblade, while Belasco’s hands fidgeted anxiously near the hilts of his swords. Even Varr looked taken aback as he dropped the mallet and reached shakily for his axe.
Before them, a strongly built creature with leathery black wings emerged from the darkness above. Three more of the creatures, known as kir-lanan appeared from the darkness as well.
“Who is your leader?” asked the first in Undercommon.
Belasco and Ziona, being the only two in the group who could speak in Undercommon stepped forward at the same time.
“Do you continue to honor the pact?”
“Which pact do you refer?” asked Belasco.
The kir-lanan raised it’s brow with suspicion.
“Who do you worship?”
“I worship only power,” said Belasco. “Who do you bow down to?”
“We are the kir-lanan. We are the godless,” it bellowed. “I ask again…which deity do you worship?”
Ziona looked at Belasco, who was now fuming. She knew the drow would not claim allegiance to either of the drow goddesses that were plaguing the Underdark.
“I worship no deity!” shouted Belasco as he drew his longswords.
Ziona turned and translated for the group, “Ready your weapons!”
The kir-lanan began to call out angrily in an ancient language that only Rossal seemed to recognize.
“Better be ready for this!” warned the psuedodragon. “They’re summoning their dragon, Glouroth!”
The Adventure Continues…
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