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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3472021" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Notes – Chapter Ninety-Six – Looks like a Crypt</p><p></p><p>The room beyond the Shamblers was dark and dusty. I hung back with my friends while the others investigated it. I heard Willow’s voice shout from the darkness ahead. </p><p>“Hey Vincent, it looks like a crypt!” </p><p>“Really?” I shouted back to her. “Let’s move in!” </p><p>After a pause, she yelled, “there are skeletons here, too! Large ones!”</p><p>That got me really excited. Then she said something that got me even MORE excited. </p><p>“And now one of them is standing up!”</p><p>“Vincent!” the Marshall shouted, “Get up here!” </p><p>I had my hopes up so high. But they were dashed almost immediately. Far too much flesh on those bones. And the flesh did not even look like it all came from the same creature. Neither did the bones. The flesh that was there was rotting. At least the smell was pleasant. It reminded me of home. </p><p>“Oh, its just a flesh golem!” I said and I went back to the rear and pouted. The sniff of bones excited my four tentacled friends, so they ran forward to greet it. Another one rose up as it moved, making two in all. </p><p>Selina’s flaming sphere seemed to have little effect on the golems. The mute bard’s chain, however, had great effect as he slammed one of them into oblivion. The other one soon fell as well. The parts, while interesting, were in far worse shape than the well-preserved golem bits we had discovered at White Plume Mountain, so they held little interest for me. As my tentacled friends tore apart the flesh and feasted on their bones, some platinum and gems spilled out of the bodies onto the floor. We also found a magical longbow in the refuse pile. No arrows, though. </p><p></p><p>Notes – Chapter Ninety-Seven – Crypt number two, two friends in number</p><p></p><p>Beyond the trapped door of the crypt lay another crypt. Two wraiths stood menacingly there. I raised my skull, and flicked it lightly in their direction. I barely even broke a sweat. </p><p>“What is your bidding my master,” they said to me in unison. It was great to have some wraiths. I’ve never had one of those. It will be a while before I can make my own. But these two new friends would suffice for now. </p><p>“Tell us what is in the halls ahead,” I asked them. </p><p>“We do not know, master. Except that there are those who walk in light.”</p><p>“Have they been imprisoning you?” I asked them, with some compassion in my voice.</p><p>“I fear for you master,” they replied. </p><p>“Describe them for me!”</p><p>“They can weaken us, master, they are very strong against us,” said the wraiths. “They are beings from not-here,” they said. </p><p>“Outsiders? Clerics? Do they turn our kind to dust?” I could get no real answers from them on that point, beyond the fact that the evil ones had “dog faces.” That’s all the wraiths could tell me. Poor fellows. They must really have been traumatized. I told them what lay in store for them with me. They would get their own rooms. They would be welcome additions to the family, wanted and loved. No longer orphans of fate. I also promised to take care of their health needs, showing them my cure-undead wand, belt, and natural abilities. They seemed very impressed by my health plan. </p><p>Two doors led from this room. BR ripped the one on the left from its hinges, his troll-strength continuing to impress me. If only I had made him myself, he’d be even stronger. Bygones. </p><p>Beyond the door was a very narrow tunnel. Breeze and BR could not fit, but since the tunnel led back around to a secret exit behind the altar in the crypt, this was moot. We soon marched forward, up a long hall leading to a small room with a table and one other exit. Then it had two exits, as the northern wall collapsed. </p><p></p><p>Notes – Chapter Ninety-Eight – Dog-faced evil </p><p></p><p>Balor and Willow rushed up to the opening in the wall and stood their ground. Further down the tunnel, we heard footsteps coming. Then they saw two dog-faced devils running toward us. Then a third, close behind! At first glance, I knew what they were. Hound Archons. Foul, evil beasts from the outer planes. Without any warning or conversation at all, they charged us, forcing Balor and Willow to defend us from their onslaught. </p><p>Then in an instant, they were gone, and they were on the other side of us. Teleporters! I quickly had my friends surround me. I summoned my spectral hand to attack them, but then paused to heal Willow, who was still hurting from our encounter with the golems, and now was nearly dead from the dog-faced evil ones’ attacks. </p><p>“Vile creatures!” one of the hounds shouted at us. </p><p>“Vile?” I said, “You were the one who attacked US, unprovoked.” </p><p>“We are simply following the laws of vanquishing evil!” he replied. </p><p>“Then you must vanquish yourselves!” I said, “for we are good, and you are the evil ones!” </p><p>They then snarled and attacked us further, proving their evil intent. </p><p>My tentacled friends quickly surrounded one of the hounds, then grabbed onto it with their tentacles. Just as they were about to pin it and finally feed on its sweet bones, it teleported again. But one remained within reach, and so this one they could grab and pin quickly, sucking the marrow from its bones, then sucking out its bones as well. My tentacled friends squealed with delight! </p><p>I heard Balor scream in triumph as well as one of the hounds went down. But then the two remaining teleported away. </p><p>“Cowards!” echoed off the walls and back again as Balor let them know his opinion of their retreat. </p><p>We took the greatsword and two bows that were left behind by the fleeing fiends (and the dead one). Willow and I used our healing magic to help our friends. </p><p>“Such foul evil in the world,” I said, “I hope the world appreciates our efforts on behalf of all that is true and good.” I said as I fed some of the bones and flesh of the dead Hound Archon to one of my walking dead. </p><p>“Fighting evil has made me tired,” said the Marshall. </p><p>“Me as well,” said Balor, “Let’s rest!” </p><p>I agreed, and so we returned to the crypt of my two new wraith friends to rest. They told me stories from their crypt well into the night. My other friends shared their own crypt tales. It was a happy time.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3472021, member: 939"] Notes – Chapter Ninety-Six – Looks like a Crypt The room beyond the Shamblers was dark and dusty. I hung back with my friends while the others investigated it. I heard Willow’s voice shout from the darkness ahead. “Hey Vincent, it looks like a crypt!” “Really?” I shouted back to her. “Let’s move in!” After a pause, she yelled, “there are skeletons here, too! Large ones!” That got me really excited. Then she said something that got me even MORE excited. “And now one of them is standing up!” “Vincent!” the Marshall shouted, “Get up here!” I had my hopes up so high. But they were dashed almost immediately. Far too much flesh on those bones. And the flesh did not even look like it all came from the same creature. Neither did the bones. The flesh that was there was rotting. At least the smell was pleasant. It reminded me of home. “Oh, its just a flesh golem!” I said and I went back to the rear and pouted. The sniff of bones excited my four tentacled friends, so they ran forward to greet it. Another one rose up as it moved, making two in all. Selina’s flaming sphere seemed to have little effect on the golems. The mute bard’s chain, however, had great effect as he slammed one of them into oblivion. The other one soon fell as well. The parts, while interesting, were in far worse shape than the well-preserved golem bits we had discovered at White Plume Mountain, so they held little interest for me. As my tentacled friends tore apart the flesh and feasted on their bones, some platinum and gems spilled out of the bodies onto the floor. We also found a magical longbow in the refuse pile. No arrows, though. Notes – Chapter Ninety-Seven – Crypt number two, two friends in number Beyond the trapped door of the crypt lay another crypt. Two wraiths stood menacingly there. I raised my skull, and flicked it lightly in their direction. I barely even broke a sweat. “What is your bidding my master,” they said to me in unison. It was great to have some wraiths. I’ve never had one of those. It will be a while before I can make my own. But these two new friends would suffice for now. “Tell us what is in the halls ahead,” I asked them. “We do not know, master. Except that there are those who walk in light.” “Have they been imprisoning you?” I asked them, with some compassion in my voice. “I fear for you master,” they replied. “Describe them for me!” “They can weaken us, master, they are very strong against us,” said the wraiths. “They are beings from not-here,” they said. “Outsiders? Clerics? Do they turn our kind to dust?” I could get no real answers from them on that point, beyond the fact that the evil ones had “dog faces.” That’s all the wraiths could tell me. Poor fellows. They must really have been traumatized. I told them what lay in store for them with me. They would get their own rooms. They would be welcome additions to the family, wanted and loved. No longer orphans of fate. I also promised to take care of their health needs, showing them my cure-undead wand, belt, and natural abilities. They seemed very impressed by my health plan. Two doors led from this room. BR ripped the one on the left from its hinges, his troll-strength continuing to impress me. If only I had made him myself, he’d be even stronger. Bygones. Beyond the door was a very narrow tunnel. Breeze and BR could not fit, but since the tunnel led back around to a secret exit behind the altar in the crypt, this was moot. We soon marched forward, up a long hall leading to a small room with a table and one other exit. Then it had two exits, as the northern wall collapsed. Notes – Chapter Ninety-Eight – Dog-faced evil Balor and Willow rushed up to the opening in the wall and stood their ground. Further down the tunnel, we heard footsteps coming. Then they saw two dog-faced devils running toward us. Then a third, close behind! At first glance, I knew what they were. Hound Archons. Foul, evil beasts from the outer planes. Without any warning or conversation at all, they charged us, forcing Balor and Willow to defend us from their onslaught. Then in an instant, they were gone, and they were on the other side of us. Teleporters! I quickly had my friends surround me. I summoned my spectral hand to attack them, but then paused to heal Willow, who was still hurting from our encounter with the golems, and now was nearly dead from the dog-faced evil ones’ attacks. “Vile creatures!” one of the hounds shouted at us. “Vile?” I said, “You were the one who attacked US, unprovoked.” “We are simply following the laws of vanquishing evil!” he replied. “Then you must vanquish yourselves!” I said, “for we are good, and you are the evil ones!” They then snarled and attacked us further, proving their evil intent. My tentacled friends quickly surrounded one of the hounds, then grabbed onto it with their tentacles. Just as they were about to pin it and finally feed on its sweet bones, it teleported again. But one remained within reach, and so this one they could grab and pin quickly, sucking the marrow from its bones, then sucking out its bones as well. My tentacled friends squealed with delight! I heard Balor scream in triumph as well as one of the hounds went down. But then the two remaining teleported away. “Cowards!” echoed off the walls and back again as Balor let them know his opinion of their retreat. We took the greatsword and two bows that were left behind by the fleeing fiends (and the dead one). Willow and I used our healing magic to help our friends. “Such foul evil in the world,” I said, “I hope the world appreciates our efforts on behalf of all that is true and good.” I said as I fed some of the bones and flesh of the dead Hound Archon to one of my walking dead. “Fighting evil has made me tired,” said the Marshall. “Me as well,” said Balor, “Let’s rest!” I agreed, and so we returned to the crypt of my two new wraith friends to rest. They told me stories from their crypt well into the night. My other friends shared their own crypt tales. It was a happy time. [/QUOTE]
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