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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7630651" data-attributes="member: 9255">DARKSUN: THE ELEMENTS OF EVILSEGMENT 024“RESCUE DRAK PART TWO”06/21/19SEASON: FRIEND’S VENGEANCE&nbsp; YEAR 24MONTH: THE TEMPLARDAY: 04KA: 190Choro watches as Koe and Olan hunker down and move into the desert.&nbsp; The Raider’s camp can just be made out due to a faint glow from a fire behind a dune (a ruin wall).&nbsp; This leaves just Choro and his faithful steed- Betsy- a huge lizard Inix.&nbsp; Not the best of company.Choro rubs his head.&nbsp; His thick hair hides a secret…. Or two.&nbsp;&nbsp; He has slave tattoos on his neck and a headband on his head.&nbsp;&nbsp; His eyes easily reveal his sadness as he touches the headband that has never come off his head since he awoke with it on nearly two years ago.&nbsp;&nbsp; He was looking for his brother, Goro, whom was said to be wandering near some ruins north of Urik.&nbsp; Troll ruins.&nbsp; Dorummunu’s ruins.“Don’t move half-giant.”“Wha…?” begins the startled half-giant.A human dressed in golden robes with black armor stands before him.&nbsp;&nbsp; A half-giant in scale mail and over-sized gloves stands to his right.&nbsp;&nbsp; Also to his right is a man dressed in black robes with gold trim and an evil gleem in his eyes.&nbsp; To the left stands a fully armored man covered head to toe in chitin armor wielding a club.“Can I fry him?” asks the black robbed man with a quiet giggle.“No. No you may not&nbsp; Kordlast.”Choro looks them over and can clearly see these four have been in a fight- recently.&nbsp;&nbsp; Fresh blood stains are on the leader’s robes.&nbsp;&nbsp; They look familiar but he can not place the superior gaze.&nbsp; “We found your cart and crodlus.&nbsp; Empty cart.&nbsp; You were here looking for the raiders also.&nbsp;&nbsp; That means we have a common foe.”“I am Choro.&nbsp; I work for House Tsalaxa.”“I am aware of this.&nbsp; We met earlier.”“Stel!”&nbsp; &nbsp; The psion remembers now.“Yes.&nbsp; We were attacked by a large party of Raiders.&nbsp; Stel failed to live up to their rep.&nbsp; We did not.”“Burned they did.”&nbsp; The mage smiles with gleeful malice.“Where are your allies?&nbsp;&nbsp; In the ruins?”“You know who I am and whom I work with but I missed your names.&nbsp; Can you refresh me?”“I never gave them.&nbsp; We are from Urik and act for the king of Urik- The Mighty Hamanu.”Templars.&nbsp; Damn.Back at the camp Drak tries to listen in.&nbsp;&nbsp; They are expecting company shortly.&nbsp; He tries his ropes again.&nbsp; His attempt to break the ropes has loosened them some and he finds he can worm one arm free.&nbsp; Happily he works on another.Unseen by anyone, Koe and Olan emerge from the spiral stone stairs onto the wall once more.&nbsp; The guard’s absence still has not been noticed.&nbsp; There is excitement within the camp.&nbsp;&nbsp; Looking to the direction the raiders are looking they see the cause.&nbsp; More raiders.&nbsp; Dozens of them are coming.&nbsp; They ride in a semi-circle surrounding three riders that are tied.&nbsp;&nbsp; What they assume are the leaders gather and discuss things as they walk into the camp.&nbsp; They go to a guarded wooden trap door.&nbsp; The three captives, dressed in House Stel colors, are lined up before the door.&nbsp;&nbsp; They open it and suddenly an untied thri-kreen leaps up and out of the hole.&nbsp;&nbsp; With not looking further, he then leaps again and goes over the ruin walls to the darkness beyond.&nbsp; Koe and Olan, looking at other direction at guards, miss Drak’s escape.Turning to see what the new noise is, Olan spots movement outside of the ruin.“Ol’ Bets will get it!” Calls out the nearest guard from the wall.&nbsp; Drak looks up to see who Bets is and suddenly hears three “Thriwpt!” sounds.&nbsp;&nbsp; A burning stabbing pain comes from his shoulder.&nbsp;&nbsp; Something has him!&nbsp;&nbsp; Drak tries to pull forward but instead finds himself being pulled backwards.&nbsp; He looks over his wounded shoulder finds a Spider-Cactus has attacked him.&nbsp; He spots long thick spikes.&nbsp; The cactus is looking to impale him onto these.&nbsp; Then it will suck the moisture and nutrients out of his body.&nbsp;&nbsp; He grabs, tugs at it but only gets pulled closer.Olan, seeing what is happening drops to the sand with a solid but muffled thump and pulls out a salt-acid potion he had bought when at the Shadow Market in Tyr.&nbsp; “Time to go Drak!” and the potion bursts on the cactus and burns it.&nbsp; The tendril burns free and Drak is free.&nbsp; The three of them flee into the dark.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7630651, member: 9255"] DARKSUN: THE ELEMENTS OF EVIL SEGMENT 024 “RESCUE DRAK PART TWO” 06/21/19 SEASON: FRIEND’S VENGEANCE YEAR 24 MONTH: THE TEMPLAR DAY: 04 KA: 190 Choro watches as Koe and Olan hunker down and move into the desert. The Raider’s camp can just be made out due to a faint glow from a fire behind a dune (a ruin wall). This leaves just Choro and his faithful steed- Betsy- a huge lizard Inix. Not the best of company. Choro rubs his head. His thick hair hides a secret…. Or two. He has slave tattoos on his neck and a headband on his head. His eyes easily reveal his sadness as he touches the headband that has never come off his head since he awoke with it on nearly two years ago. He was looking for his brother, Goro, whom was said to be wandering near some ruins north of Urik. Troll ruins. Dorummunu’s ruins. “Don’t move half-giant.” “Wha…?” begins the startled half-giant. A human dressed in golden robes with black armor stands before him. A half-giant in scale mail and over-sized gloves stands to his right. Also to his right is a man dressed in black robes with gold trim and an evil gleem in his eyes. To the left stands a fully armored man covered head to toe in chitin armor wielding a club. “Can I fry him?” asks the black robbed man with a quiet giggle. “No. No you may not Kordlast.” Choro looks them over and can clearly see these four have been in a fight- recently. Fresh blood stains are on the leader’s robes. They look familiar but he can not place the superior gaze. “We found your cart and crodlus. Empty cart. You were here looking for the raiders also. That means we have a common foe.” “I am Choro. I work for House Tsalaxa.” “I am aware of this. We met earlier.” “Stel!” The psion remembers now. “Yes. We were attacked by a large party of Raiders. Stel failed to live up to their rep. We did not.” “Burned they did.” The mage smiles with gleeful malice. “Where are your allies? In the ruins?” “You know who I am and whom I work with but I missed your names. Can you refresh me?” “I never gave them. We are from Urik and act for the king of Urik- The Mighty Hamanu.” Templars. Damn. Back at the camp Drak tries to listen in. They are expecting company shortly. He tries his ropes again. His attempt to break the ropes has loosened them some and he finds he can worm one arm free. Happily he works on another. Unseen by anyone, Koe and Olan emerge from the spiral stone stairs onto the wall once more. The guard’s absence still has not been noticed. There is excitement within the camp. Looking to the direction the raiders are looking they see the cause. More raiders. Dozens of them are coming. They ride in a semi-circle surrounding three riders that are tied. What they assume are the leaders gather and discuss things as they walk into the camp. They go to a guarded wooden trap door. The three captives, dressed in House Stel colors, are lined up before the door. They open it and suddenly an untied thri-kreen leaps up and out of the hole. With not looking further, he then leaps again and goes over the ruin walls to the darkness beyond. Koe and Olan, looking at other direction at guards, miss Drak’s escape. Turning to see what the new noise is, Olan spots movement outside of the ruin. “Ol’ Bets will get it!” Calls out the nearest guard from the wall. Drak looks up to see who Bets is and suddenly hears three “Thriwpt!” sounds. A burning stabbing pain comes from his shoulder. Something has him! Drak tries to pull forward but instead finds himself being pulled backwards. He looks over his wounded shoulder finds a Spider-Cactus has attacked him. He spots long thick spikes. The cactus is looking to impale him onto these. Then it will suck the moisture and nutrients out of his body. He grabs, tugs at it but only gets pulled closer. Olan, seeing what is happening drops to the sand with a solid but muffled thump and pulls out a salt-acid potion he had bought when at the Shadow Market in Tyr. “Time to go Drak!” and the potion bursts on the cactus and burns it. The tendril burns free and Drak is free. The three of them flee into the dark. [/QUOTE]

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