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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 963932" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Felenga</strong></p><p></p><p>The party heads past the svirfneblin fungus farms, some of the crops glowing with weird luminescence, and moves towards the alleged illithid infestation. Perhaps a mile further along the mountain's internal road they come to a large cavern. </p><p></p><p>Ahead of them is Darkhold.</p><p></p><p>"Aha," Angelfire says softly, remembering Zelman's words in the deep gnome village. </p><p></p><p>The towers of what seems to be a small keep thrust above the hedge that surrounds it, a hedge that somehow seems to obscure the view of the main building behind it. The hedge is remarkably green for something buried so far away from the sun; but Malford and Lester know that Darkhold moves. </p><p></p><p>"Don't open anything you shouldn't open!" Malford barks at the others, remembering Fuligin with dread. "Don't be a Lester. Don't Lester anything." He tosses a furious glance at the L, who mumbles something about guarding levers better in one's stronghold.</p><p></p><p>"We should go in," Angelfire starts, and there's a faint popping sound as air displaces around someone teleporting in. Someone named Felenga.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: death">"Fools!"</span> the Dark One cries. <span style="color: death">"Thank you for leading me to this place!"</span></p><p></p><p>With that, Felenga <em>hastes</em> himself and unleashes first a quickened <em>meteor swarm</em> just to show he's nobody to mess with, and then a deadly ray of cold* at Angelfire. With a scream of terrible pain, Angelfire vanishes into the time stream.</p><p></p><p>Ah, Felenga. For just a moment let us pause to describe this horrible creature. Looming nearly a full 7' in height before his horns, Felenga is a skeletal figure with tatters of flesh and muscle hanging from his bones. His eyes burn with cold blue pinpricks of light- except for the one in his chest, a huge eye disturbingly reminiscent of a beholder's central eye. Stringy hair, stinking of death, lies plastered greasily on his skull. Just above his eyes a pair of wicked-sharp antlers emerge, curving cruelly up and out. From his scapula extrude two thick, fleshy tentacles of a dull rusty copper color. He wears rotting black robes, torn in many places- such as the area that would otherwise cover the huge bloodshot eye in his chest.</p><p></p><p>All righty, then; let's get on with this.</p><p></p><p>Angelfire's already gone into the time stream, barely alive after the freezing ray. <em>Deadly danger!!</em> Malford screams inwardly, and tries to <em>teleport</em> to the most relevant sanctuary he can think of at the moment- the doors of Darkhold. His spell fails. He knew he couldn't 'port inside, but to his chagrin, he notes that "inside" starts at the hedges. He casts a quick succession of spells, <em>hasting</em> himself and trying to <em>disintegrate</em> Felenga. His ray doesn't even find its target. </p><p></p><p>Felenga is moving quickly, using his magic to fly to the top of the hedge and then block a chunk of it with a <em>wall of iron</em>. Our heroes are scattering like windblown leaves. Drelvin, also flying now thanks to Shastruth, his evoker blade, tries to shoot Felenga down with an arrow to no avail. It whizzes past. Cursing, he nocks another, but he has a terribly bad feeling about this one. </p><p></p><p>Cackling gleefully, Felenga casts a pair of <em>puncture</em> spells at Malford, and though the first misses him, the second blows a hole through his lung. Gargling blood, Malford retreats behind the iron wall even as Felenga doubles the barriers with a quickened <em>wall of force.</em> Angelfire reappears near the others, having cast his only healing magic- a <em>cure light wounds</em>- while in the timestream.</p><p></p><p>"No chance!" yells Malford to the party, flipping out his trump of his keep and striving for contact. Cowed, the rest stay huddled with him behind the <em>wall of force</em> until he achieves contact, and as one they retreat.</p><p></p><p>Laughing evilly just like an archvillain should, Felenga watches them go. Then he strides across the hedge, sinking into it a foot or so with each step, then drops down beyond it in the keep's grounds. The yard is long- 100 yards to the drawbridge and then the castle itself. But he need not go the entire way.</p><p></p><p>As his unholy feet touch the grass, it bursts into a terrible green fae flame. Unfazed, he strides across the place, humming a hymn to his dark master, Tharizdun. The guardian crysmals clank out, rushing at him, and he destroys them with barely a thought. When he comes to the drawbridge, he flies above it, for his <em>true sight</em> reveals it for what it is: illusion. He descends cautiously to just above the surface of the moat. Carefully, he extracts a beaker of dull metal from his robes and tips it into the acid that fills the moat. Hissing, the liquid fills the beaker and he caps it and then seals it with magic. Cackling, Felenga flies up to the small isle upon which the castle building itself rests. Pulling a bag from his robes he fills it with soil. Glancing up, he notices that the door to the castle is open, inviting. </p><p></p><p>He makes an obscene gesture at the castle. <span style="color: death">"You trapped one Angel of the Apocalypse for billions of years,"</span> he snarls. <span style="color: death">"You will not get me."</span> Eyes shining coldly, he snaps, <span style="color: death">"I shall liberate my Lord- and then your precious creation, your precious Nature, will be devoured as well! This time you shall not escape!"</span></p><p></p><p>But then Felenga flies quickly back to the hedge. Here, of all places, he knows a touch of fear. Only a touch, but...</p><p></p><p>Reaching the hedge, he alights upon it and walks back out. Cackling again, the most dangerous creature in the world <em>teleports</em> back to his Temple of Elemental Evil. He's practically won already.</p><p></p><p></p><p>*A triple-empowered cold ray from an <em>Otiluke's freezing sphere</em>, just for the record.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Well, that can't be good! Our heroes could sure use some advice about now!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 963932, member: 1210"] [b]Felenga[/b] The party heads past the svirfneblin fungus farms, some of the crops glowing with weird luminescence, and moves towards the alleged illithid infestation. Perhaps a mile further along the mountain's internal road they come to a large cavern. Ahead of them is Darkhold. "Aha," Angelfire says softly, remembering Zelman's words in the deep gnome village. The towers of what seems to be a small keep thrust above the hedge that surrounds it, a hedge that somehow seems to obscure the view of the main building behind it. The hedge is remarkably green for something buried so far away from the sun; but Malford and Lester know that Darkhold moves. "Don't open anything you shouldn't open!" Malford barks at the others, remembering Fuligin with dread. "Don't be a Lester. Don't Lester anything." He tosses a furious glance at the L, who mumbles something about guarding levers better in one's stronghold. "We should go in," Angelfire starts, and there's a faint popping sound as air displaces around someone teleporting in. Someone named Felenga. [color=death]"Fools!"[/color] the Dark One cries. [color=death]"Thank you for leading me to this place!"[/color] With that, Felenga [i]hastes[/i] himself and unleashes first a quickened [i]meteor swarm[/i] just to show he's nobody to mess with, and then a deadly ray of cold* at Angelfire. With a scream of terrible pain, Angelfire vanishes into the time stream. Ah, Felenga. For just a moment let us pause to describe this horrible creature. Looming nearly a full 7' in height before his horns, Felenga is a skeletal figure with tatters of flesh and muscle hanging from his bones. His eyes burn with cold blue pinpricks of light- except for the one in his chest, a huge eye disturbingly reminiscent of a beholder's central eye. Stringy hair, stinking of death, lies plastered greasily on his skull. Just above his eyes a pair of wicked-sharp antlers emerge, curving cruelly up and out. From his scapula extrude two thick, fleshy tentacles of a dull rusty copper color. He wears rotting black robes, torn in many places- such as the area that would otherwise cover the huge bloodshot eye in his chest. All righty, then; let's get on with this. Angelfire's already gone into the time stream, barely alive after the freezing ray. [i]Deadly danger!![/i] Malford screams inwardly, and tries to [i]teleport[/i] to the most relevant sanctuary he can think of at the moment- the doors of Darkhold. His spell fails. He knew he couldn't 'port inside, but to his chagrin, he notes that "inside" starts at the hedges. He casts a quick succession of spells, [i]hasting[/i] himself and trying to [i]disintegrate[/i] Felenga. His ray doesn't even find its target. Felenga is moving quickly, using his magic to fly to the top of the hedge and then block a chunk of it with a [i]wall of iron[/i]. Our heroes are scattering like windblown leaves. Drelvin, also flying now thanks to Shastruth, his evoker blade, tries to shoot Felenga down with an arrow to no avail. It whizzes past. Cursing, he nocks another, but he has a terribly bad feeling about this one. Cackling gleefully, Felenga casts a pair of [i]puncture[/i] spells at Malford, and though the first misses him, the second blows a hole through his lung. Gargling blood, Malford retreats behind the iron wall even as Felenga doubles the barriers with a quickened [i]wall of force.[/i] Angelfire reappears near the others, having cast his only healing magic- a [i]cure light wounds[/i]- while in the timestream. "No chance!" yells Malford to the party, flipping out his trump of his keep and striving for contact. Cowed, the rest stay huddled with him behind the [i]wall of force[/i] until he achieves contact, and as one they retreat. Laughing evilly just like an archvillain should, Felenga watches them go. Then he strides across the hedge, sinking into it a foot or so with each step, then drops down beyond it in the keep's grounds. The yard is long- 100 yards to the drawbridge and then the castle itself. But he need not go the entire way. As his unholy feet touch the grass, it bursts into a terrible green fae flame. Unfazed, he strides across the place, humming a hymn to his dark master, Tharizdun. The guardian crysmals clank out, rushing at him, and he destroys them with barely a thought. When he comes to the drawbridge, he flies above it, for his [i]true sight[/i] reveals it for what it is: illusion. He descends cautiously to just above the surface of the moat. Carefully, he extracts a beaker of dull metal from his robes and tips it into the acid that fills the moat. Hissing, the liquid fills the beaker and he caps it and then seals it with magic. Cackling, Felenga flies up to the small isle upon which the castle building itself rests. Pulling a bag from his robes he fills it with soil. Glancing up, he notices that the door to the castle is open, inviting. He makes an obscene gesture at the castle. [color=death]"You trapped one Angel of the Apocalypse for billions of years,"[/color] he snarls. [color=death]"You will not get me."[/color] Eyes shining coldly, he snaps, [color=death]"I shall liberate my Lord- and then your precious creation, your precious Nature, will be devoured as well! This time you shall not escape!"[/color] But then Felenga flies quickly back to the hedge. Here, of all places, he knows a touch of fear. Only a touch, but... Reaching the hedge, he alights upon it and walks back out. Cackling again, the most dangerous creature in the world [i]teleports[/i] back to his Temple of Elemental Evil. He's practically won already. *A triple-empowered cold ray from an [i]Otiluke's freezing sphere[/i], just for the record. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Well, that can't be good! Our heroes could sure use some advice about now!! [/QUOTE]
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