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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 699410" data-attributes="member: 143">Epic characters...  interesting stuff on the epic PrCs, but I've already decided that Book 8 will mark the end of Travels.  I've already got the main plotline established and I can promise an epic (not in the ELH sense, though) conclusion to the saga.    I'm glad you like the jovoc; that's one nasty little guy.  Inspired by the story and the reaction to it, I've just implemented a jovoc in my newest Neverwinter Nights module.  I took a large gnome model, turned its skin pure black, and gave it a custom outfit that turned part of its arms and hands bright red.  It looks very scary (if small!).  The Aura of Retribution power isn't available in NWN, but I think I might be able to script it without too much trouble.  Until then, I gave it +5 Vampiric Regeneration, so whenever it hits a foe, it sucks the life out of em... heh heh.  The lion and assassin demons from the MM2 will also likely make an appearance in the module, since they'll be pretty easy to convert over.  For more info on my and many other great NWN campaigns, visit <a href="http://www.neverwinterconnections.com." target="_blank">www.neverwinterconnections.com.</a> Glad to see you back, Talindra!  Perfect timing, especially since we're heading for a direct confrontation between your favorite character and our present villain/victim!And tomorrow's Friday, so you know what that means.  But first, today's update: * * * * * Book VII, Part 49“A fiend of some sort, by your description,” Cal said. He and his companions sat around a flickering fire inside one of the huts.  They were alone—all agreed that including the survivors of Asbravn in their discussion would likely only induce a panic.  Already they had stationed double guards around the stockade, although they would be of dubious utility in the darkness if the small black creature returned.  “At least I hurt it,” Lariel said.  “It might elect not to return tonight.”“It sounds like a canny beast,” Cal said thoughtfully.  “It avoided the one foe that could truly hurt it, and struck in such a way to draw you away from the others.”Benzan, on the other side of the fire, frowned, his face wearing a deeply thoughtful expression that he’d had since they’d returned here.  Every now again he would shake his head, as if disagreeing with some imaginary conversant.  Dana, sitting beside him, covertly shot worried looks in his direction, but the others, confronted with more immediate concerns, continued their exchange.  “It would seem that we are not alone here after all,” Lok said.  “Logically, this thing came from beyond those statues in the underground complex.”“Yes,” Lariel said.  “But we still have no way to go after it.”“In any case there’s little we can do about it tonight.  I suggest we all take turns on watch—it’ll be a long night, and even with the help from the townsfolk I’m not comfortable with our abilities to defend the wall.  We’ve done what we can to make the huts secure, but we’ll need to be able to respond quickly to an alarm.  At least the rain finally seems to be easing off some, so we should be able to keep torches lit in the center of the camp.  With that, at least, hopefully we can spot anything trying to come over the wall before it can get inside.”“Benzan, are you up to sitting first watch?  Your darkvision will be a useful aid.”The tiefling looked distracted, and only belatedly realized that they were all looking at him.  “Um, yeah, all right.”Lariel nodded.  “I’ll watch too.  I don’t think I’ll be able to rest much anyway, not after seeing that... thing...”  “I’ll stay up too,” Dana said, with a meaningful glance at Benzan.  The tiefling, however, did not notice, wrapped up again in whatever mental puzzle had distracted him earlier. “No, Dana, you need to rest,” Cal told her.  “You used your powers heavily today, and I have no doubt that we will require Selûne’s watchful intervention again tomorrow.”With that, they retired to their bedrolls or to their watch positions.  Those townsfolk not confined within the cramped space of the huts took up their stations with apprehension clearly written on their faces.  Lariel and Benzan checked the wall and set torches, and the camp settled down to an uneasy rest.  * * * * * Dana stirred uneasily in her sleep, groaning softly as images tormented her.  It was a familiar nightmare, one that featured dark places and torments not quite seen out of the corner of her eye.  Through it she could hear Delem, alternately calling out in pain for her aid one moment, and then angrily berating her for abandoning him the next.  She kept walking the dream, shifting from one locale to the next, unable to trace the voice to its source, with each further step feeling increasingly mired in an oppressive sense of helplessness and despair.  Then, with a shift so abrupt that it jarred her even within the dream, she was someplace... different.  She was in a vague expanse of muted outlines and soft colors, a place that felt curiously unfinished.  The dread she had felt was gone, and with it the memories of the nightmare faded, replaced by a soft feeling of comfort.  This was like a womb, in the comforting embrace of a familiar mother.  She drifted for a time, then something began to take on a distinct form ahead of her.  It was a familiar sight, a dark tunnel warded by a pair of stone statues carved from the lintel stones of the opening.  In the real world, being in this place had produced feelings of uneasiness; here, there was just the faintest twinge at the edges of her thoughts.  What am I doing here? she thought.  As if in answer, a voice sounded in the back of her mind, filling her.  You will be tested, daughter, drawn into a confrontation that will be more of a trial than you have yet faced.  You must be strong, and trust yourself, or you will fall far, beyond the reach of the light... The words sifted into her consciousness, but here in the dream she felt only a vague confusion at their meaning.  The voice continued.  The Guardians are strong, silent sentinels that have watched since a time when the world was young.  But they are creatures of darkness that cannot withstand the Mother’s light.The image before her dissolved, and she was falling away, the dream drifting apart from her.  With regret, she drifted herself, unable to do anything but be carried back toward wakefulness.  She opened her eyes.  The hut was quiet, dark, the sound of rain on the roof above mercifully absent.  Silently she gathered her cloak and stole from the hut, out into the camp.  It was still late, deep in the night, and a silence hung over the valley like an all-encompassing presence. Around the edge of the hut she could just see Lok, Cal, and a number of the townsfolk keeping watch in the center of the camp.  Torches flickered around the perimeter, banishing the shadows back to the stockade, where darkness loomed around them like a wall.  Her gaze was drawn upward, to the vast gray expanse of the night sky.  There, like a slash, was a rift in the clouds that seemed to widen as she watched.  From within that opening glimmered the brilliance of the moon, Selûne’s heavenly form currently half-full, a bulging crescent that cast a faint luminance upon her face.  She closed her eyes and gloried in that touch, could feel the power in that pale light.  She had not slept long, perhaps half the night, but she felt fresh and rested.  Careful not to disturb the watchers, she walked a short distance away, her bare feet squishing in the mud, and knelt upon a bare spot of earth.  Her cloak fell back, exposing her shoulders, and the moonlight seemed to make her skin glow.  Opening her mind to her goddess, Dana prayed.</blockquote>

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