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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3942643" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Eleven – River’s End</p><p></p><p>We followed the “river” in the other direction all the way to the end, where it ended in a large, circular room. Our everburning torches barely illuminated half of the darkness, but there were tell-tale glints of something at the far end of the chamber. Water dripped from the ceiling, making loud, echoing “drips” into the pool of water below. There was a long ledge along either side of the room, providing the only dry ground within our meager vision. </p><p>Noticing the glint, I suggested Selena illuminate it. “Fireball, I said.” </p><p>Before the echo on “ball” stopped, there was a burst of flame at the far end of the cavern, showing an island aglitter with gems. “No Wait!” shouted Willow, but it was too late. Willow was probably worried about who we might hurt there, but I did not think there was any reason to worry. And I was right. </p><p>Balor walked around the outer rim, toward the gem peninsula at the far end of the cavern. The Marshall and Selena began walking around the other side of the rim, in the same direction. Willow made herself into a polar bear and swam up the middle. Breeze and my friends stayed at the entrance, covering our rear. My poor, small bonedrinkers would soon be over their heads in the murky water. </p><p>Balor was almost to the gems when something fell on top of him from the ceiling. A cloaker! I had heard of such things in my research. Such an exciting discovery! If one could animate enough of them, one could make one’s entire ceiling out of friends! The possibilities were endless! </p><p>I sent my shadow friends to help Balor, who was now engulfed and being carried up toward the ceiling. My friends used their cold touch to slowly weaken the beast, allowing Balor to wrest himself free. It was then that two more cloakers fell, one on the Marshall, one on Selena. Selena’s small halfling body was snatched right up off of her wardog. She was likely not long for this world (but would soon be joining mine) if she did not get out of that monster’s maw quickly. </p><p>I pulled back my shadows from Balor’s beast and sent them to help Selena. I also sent a ray personally into the beasts’ hide, weakening him in anticipation for my shadow’s icy touch. Fortunately for Selena, we acted just in time, draining away almost all of the creature’s strength, forcing it to drop Selena, barely alive, onto the ledge. The Marshall was next on my list. After my shadows drained the beast to nothing, they moved to his aid. </p><p>Selena asked me if my shadows could take fire damage. I told her, “No don’t! They can’t take fire damage!” Selena then took this to mean they were immune to fire, and so promptly fireballed the Marshall’s cloaker and my two shadows. “Nooooo!” I screamed, but too late. Fortunately, my shadows heard my scream, and they ducked out of the way, avoiding the full brunt of the flames by a fraction of an inch. Had either not dodged so effectively, they would have been dispersed back to the shadows from whence they came. So close to death, I called them back to me to be healed. The Marshall, thanks to Selena’s fire fetish, was on his own for the time being. </p><p>As I healed my friends, Balor took down his beast and Willow was busy pulling pieces of flesh out of the Marshall’s beast with her large polar bear claws and teeth. </p><p>Selena came to me, begging for healing. As I prepared to heal her, I said one thing to her, perfectly clearly. “Selena. Don’t fireball the shadows. Ever. Again.” She seemed to listen, but that could have been the desperation as she barely clung to life. I could tell by looking at her that the temporary boost given us by Frendy was the only thing keeping her alive. Were that to wear off, she would be requiring a few onyx’s plus a visit to get my necromantic mentor’s awakening magic before she would be up for much conversation. </p><p>Balor then made an interesting discovery. </p><p></p><p>Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Twelve – Balor’s Gems</p><p></p><p>Balor was walking across the peninsula to help the Marshall when he suddenly stopped. “Gems!” he shouted, and he began picking them up. He got two into his pouches before the third opened up, disgorging a diamondback snake that then bit into his hand, substantially reducing his social dispensations. </p><p>Balor shouted, “shoot the gems, shoot the gems!” and before anyone could say anything, the whole island was illuminated by another of Selena’s fireballs. </p><p>Willow seemed particularly disappointed to find that the snakes had been fried to a black crisp. “Aww, you killed some cool snakes!” she said. “I wanted their poison!” </p><p>Balor said, “Here, have some!” and held out his hand with the two bite-marks still fresh with blood. </p><p>Searching in the water, we found a body of an unknown humanoid. Curious as to what it was, I prepared to give it new life, but Willow stopped me. “Save it for later. We have to find the druid.” I stopped my magic and collected the helm, boots, and ring that were the body’s only remaining adornments. </p><p>Willow was so insistent that we move forward that we did not stop to rest and pressed further into the caves, back over the bridges we saw across the water earlier. There was where we discovered Naralex.</p><p></p><p>Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Thirteen – Naralex’s Slumber</p><p></p><p>Naralex was lying on a stone slab, apparently deep in slumber, when we found him. </p><p>“That’s not a farm girl!” said Balor. But Balor still said, “He’s mine!” </p><p>“You want to drink his blood?” asked Willow, incredulous. </p><p>“No, but I can kiss him” said Balor. </p><p>“You kiss him,” said Willow. “I’m a polar bear.” </p><p>And people say I am odd. </p><p>Balor tried another strategy. “Wake up!” </p><p>Failing that, we took him out to Frendy, the not-minotaur, half-cow, half-man, Tauren. </p><p>“What is this you have here,” he asked, until he saw us bring Naralex into the light. “Naralex!” </p><p>“Can you help us wake him?” </p><p>“No, but I can transport you to his emerald dream. I can open a portal so you can view it, and, if need be, you can enter his dream.” Frendy then made his preparations, which took several hours. What he revealed was strange. </p><p>We saw a vision of an emerald landscape, full of forests, mountains, and grasses. The view was from above, as if we were flying. We could see the wings of a giant owl at the edge of our “vision,” making me think we were seeing through the eyes of Naralex while he was transformed into a giant owl. </p><p>The landscape flew by until we saw a woman. She was a rather interesting specimen. Very symmetrical, with few interesting blemishes on her face. She’d make an attractive zombie. She was running toward Naralex, waving at him, asking for help. As we got closer, I wondered, “Is she a farmer?” </p><p>Naralex seemed to land and run up to her. Then there was a flash and the vision faded, filled with blood and the sight of the ground up close. Then it all restarted again. The same vision, with only slight differences. When the vision ended the second time, the woman was closer. It seems this woman is bad news. She must be evil. Willow confirmed this when she saw her up close. Apparently in her wake, all vegetation she had touched was dead. </p><p>“She is causing the taint! We must stop her and save Naralex!” </p><p>Willow again was insistent that we could not wait or rest, so we quickly plunged into the vision, entering the emerald dream world. </p><p></p><p>Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Fourteen – Joining the Dream</p><p></p><p>It was strange being in the emerald world. It seemed so much more, well, alive, then our own. It gave me a strange sensation to be there. Looking behind me, I could see the “door” we had passed through. It always seemed to remain ten feet behind us, no matter how far we moved. What a comforting thought. </p><p>It was not long before we saw the girl. We ran up to see her. </p><p>“Are you a farmer,” I asked her, always mindful of our purpose. </p><p>Before she could answer, Balor, Selena, and the Marshall were all around her, vying for her affections. I exchanged a glance with Willow. We never did understand the whole strange mating dance of humanoids. Our parents were always at home with us and never made much of a fuss. They simply sat there, in their bed, providing safe haven for the maggots and the spiders who Willow tended as her little friends on her visits to our home. </p><p>“Would you like to come back with us!” the Marshall asked the woman. </p><p>“No no no no!” shouted Willow. “She’s evil! She’s the taint on the land! We must stop her!” </p><p>“Do you think she’d be better if I animated her,” I asked Willow, too quietly for the others to hear (I think they were too captivated with the woman to notice us in any case). </p><p>“Oh yeah!” shouted Willow. “But we must hurry! Look!” </p><p>I looked up at the sky. A giant owl was approaching. And I heard a rustle in the underbrush. From three different directions. Something bad was coming. Make that two directions. From the third, the way was already lit up with a fireball. Taking inspiration from Selena, I waved my hands and weaved my magic, causing all of my non-shadow friends to burst into flames of their own. Whatever was coming, we were ready. Hopefully the Marshall, Selena, and Balor would be helping us and not that woman. Glancing at Willow, I prepared my friends for the fight.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3942643, member: 939"] Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Eleven – River’s End We followed the “river” in the other direction all the way to the end, where it ended in a large, circular room. Our everburning torches barely illuminated half of the darkness, but there were tell-tale glints of something at the far end of the chamber. Water dripped from the ceiling, making loud, echoing “drips” into the pool of water below. There was a long ledge along either side of the room, providing the only dry ground within our meager vision. Noticing the glint, I suggested Selena illuminate it. “Fireball, I said.” Before the echo on “ball” stopped, there was a burst of flame at the far end of the cavern, showing an island aglitter with gems. “No Wait!” shouted Willow, but it was too late. Willow was probably worried about who we might hurt there, but I did not think there was any reason to worry. And I was right. Balor walked around the outer rim, toward the gem peninsula at the far end of the cavern. The Marshall and Selena began walking around the other side of the rim, in the same direction. Willow made herself into a polar bear and swam up the middle. Breeze and my friends stayed at the entrance, covering our rear. My poor, small bonedrinkers would soon be over their heads in the murky water. Balor was almost to the gems when something fell on top of him from the ceiling. A cloaker! I had heard of such things in my research. Such an exciting discovery! If one could animate enough of them, one could make one’s entire ceiling out of friends! The possibilities were endless! I sent my shadow friends to help Balor, who was now engulfed and being carried up toward the ceiling. My friends used their cold touch to slowly weaken the beast, allowing Balor to wrest himself free. It was then that two more cloakers fell, one on the Marshall, one on Selena. Selena’s small halfling body was snatched right up off of her wardog. She was likely not long for this world (but would soon be joining mine) if she did not get out of that monster’s maw quickly. I pulled back my shadows from Balor’s beast and sent them to help Selena. I also sent a ray personally into the beasts’ hide, weakening him in anticipation for my shadow’s icy touch. Fortunately for Selena, we acted just in time, draining away almost all of the creature’s strength, forcing it to drop Selena, barely alive, onto the ledge. The Marshall was next on my list. After my shadows drained the beast to nothing, they moved to his aid. Selena asked me if my shadows could take fire damage. I told her, “No don’t! They can’t take fire damage!” Selena then took this to mean they were immune to fire, and so promptly fireballed the Marshall’s cloaker and my two shadows. “Nooooo!” I screamed, but too late. Fortunately, my shadows heard my scream, and they ducked out of the way, avoiding the full brunt of the flames by a fraction of an inch. Had either not dodged so effectively, they would have been dispersed back to the shadows from whence they came. So close to death, I called them back to me to be healed. The Marshall, thanks to Selena’s fire fetish, was on his own for the time being. As I healed my friends, Balor took down his beast and Willow was busy pulling pieces of flesh out of the Marshall’s beast with her large polar bear claws and teeth. Selena came to me, begging for healing. As I prepared to heal her, I said one thing to her, perfectly clearly. “Selena. Don’t fireball the shadows. Ever. Again.” She seemed to listen, but that could have been the desperation as she barely clung to life. I could tell by looking at her that the temporary boost given us by Frendy was the only thing keeping her alive. Were that to wear off, she would be requiring a few onyx’s plus a visit to get my necromantic mentor’s awakening magic before she would be up for much conversation. Balor then made an interesting discovery. Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Twelve – Balor’s Gems Balor was walking across the peninsula to help the Marshall when he suddenly stopped. “Gems!” he shouted, and he began picking them up. He got two into his pouches before the third opened up, disgorging a diamondback snake that then bit into his hand, substantially reducing his social dispensations. Balor shouted, “shoot the gems, shoot the gems!” and before anyone could say anything, the whole island was illuminated by another of Selena’s fireballs. Willow seemed particularly disappointed to find that the snakes had been fried to a black crisp. “Aww, you killed some cool snakes!” she said. “I wanted their poison!” Balor said, “Here, have some!” and held out his hand with the two bite-marks still fresh with blood. Searching in the water, we found a body of an unknown humanoid. Curious as to what it was, I prepared to give it new life, but Willow stopped me. “Save it for later. We have to find the druid.” I stopped my magic and collected the helm, boots, and ring that were the body’s only remaining adornments. Willow was so insistent that we move forward that we did not stop to rest and pressed further into the caves, back over the bridges we saw across the water earlier. There was where we discovered Naralex. Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Thirteen – Naralex’s Slumber Naralex was lying on a stone slab, apparently deep in slumber, when we found him. “That’s not a farm girl!” said Balor. But Balor still said, “He’s mine!” “You want to drink his blood?” asked Willow, incredulous. “No, but I can kiss him” said Balor. “You kiss him,” said Willow. “I’m a polar bear.” And people say I am odd. Balor tried another strategy. “Wake up!” Failing that, we took him out to Frendy, the not-minotaur, half-cow, half-man, Tauren. “What is this you have here,” he asked, until he saw us bring Naralex into the light. “Naralex!” “Can you help us wake him?” “No, but I can transport you to his emerald dream. I can open a portal so you can view it, and, if need be, you can enter his dream.” Frendy then made his preparations, which took several hours. What he revealed was strange. We saw a vision of an emerald landscape, full of forests, mountains, and grasses. The view was from above, as if we were flying. We could see the wings of a giant owl at the edge of our “vision,” making me think we were seeing through the eyes of Naralex while he was transformed into a giant owl. The landscape flew by until we saw a woman. She was a rather interesting specimen. Very symmetrical, with few interesting blemishes on her face. She’d make an attractive zombie. She was running toward Naralex, waving at him, asking for help. As we got closer, I wondered, “Is she a farmer?” Naralex seemed to land and run up to her. Then there was a flash and the vision faded, filled with blood and the sight of the ground up close. Then it all restarted again. The same vision, with only slight differences. When the vision ended the second time, the woman was closer. It seems this woman is bad news. She must be evil. Willow confirmed this when she saw her up close. Apparently in her wake, all vegetation she had touched was dead. “She is causing the taint! We must stop her and save Naralex!” Willow again was insistent that we could not wait or rest, so we quickly plunged into the vision, entering the emerald dream world. Notes – Chapter One-Hundred Fourteen – Joining the Dream It was strange being in the emerald world. It seemed so much more, well, alive, then our own. It gave me a strange sensation to be there. Looking behind me, I could see the “door” we had passed through. It always seemed to remain ten feet behind us, no matter how far we moved. What a comforting thought. It was not long before we saw the girl. We ran up to see her. “Are you a farmer,” I asked her, always mindful of our purpose. Before she could answer, Balor, Selena, and the Marshall were all around her, vying for her affections. I exchanged a glance with Willow. We never did understand the whole strange mating dance of humanoids. Our parents were always at home with us and never made much of a fuss. They simply sat there, in their bed, providing safe haven for the maggots and the spiders who Willow tended as her little friends on her visits to our home. “Would you like to come back with us!” the Marshall asked the woman. “No no no no!” shouted Willow. “She’s evil! She’s the taint on the land! We must stop her!” “Do you think she’d be better if I animated her,” I asked Willow, too quietly for the others to hear (I think they were too captivated with the woman to notice us in any case). “Oh yeah!” shouted Willow. “But we must hurry! Look!” I looked up at the sky. A giant owl was approaching. And I heard a rustle in the underbrush. From three different directions. Something bad was coming. Make that two directions. From the third, the way was already lit up with a fireball. Taking inspiration from Selena, I waved my hands and weaved my magic, causing all of my non-shadow friends to burst into flames of their own. Whatever was coming, we were ready. Hopefully the Marshall, Selena, and Balor would be helping us and not that woman. Glancing at Willow, I prepared my friends for the fight. [/QUOTE]
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