Wraithdrit
First Post
The heroes gathered back together quickly and searched the room, discovering and looting the strange spider women’s small stash of treasure. Tanerus soon called out from one side of the room. “Another fake wall.”
He turned and slipped his head through the illusion only to stuff his face into a sticky web on the other side. The halfling muttered soft curses and tried to pull free. When that failed he whipped out a dagger and cut himself free. He stumbled back, strings of webbing sticking to his face.
Mytrym reached up and yanked one of the sticky strands free. The halfling slapped at the paladins hands, “Ow! Don’t do that.” He rubbed the sore spot on his skin, only to get his hand stuck. He yanked it loose with a curse and yanked the small candle out of his lantern. “I know how you deal with a web!” He thrust his arm through the illusionary wall.
Forty feet away, on the other side of the illusionary wall, several crates were stacked at the exit of the natural corridor that led to a large cavern. Behind the stacked crates crouched the guards of the Drow noble house Morcane. They had prepared for the heroes, the fight on the other side of the wall having easily alerted them to the danger. A little halfling head poking barely through the webbing had been hard to miss. The candle that lit up the corridor was impossible to miss. All three of the guards pulled the triggers of their hand crossbows.
Tanerus shuddered as the three small bolts peppered his shoulder and side. As he fell back into view, his eyes closed. He crumpled to the ground asleep. The entire party started to react. The blast of ice and wind that smashed through their midst completely disoriented the group. Delorian was the only member of the group not caught in the dangerous storm of ice.
Amador dropped down in the howling wind and grabbed at Tanerus. He muttered a few words and the poison keeping the halfling asleep dissipated. The halfling scrambled to his feet amidst the howling wind and dove through the illusionary wall. Mytrym also stepped through, a divine prayer slipping from his lips, his arm strengthened by the divine favor he was blessed with. They did not make it far when Plickit uncorked a strange bottle that was strapped to his arm. Smoke shot out of the bottle and enveloped the party, spreading out quickly. The thri-kreen used the smoke to also move forward hidden with the others.
That’s when the first lightning bolt ripped down the corridor. It blasted through most of the group. Tanerus managed to hurl himself to the ground, but everyone else but Delorian were singed by the energy of the powerful spell. Amador dropped to one knee and cast a protection spell on himself, warding off evil in its many forms.
Tanerus, Mytrym, and Plickit continued forward. As they went, the corridor was again filled with the crackling energy of lightning. This time two smaller bolts ripped through the corridor. Myrtym grunted from the pain and paused long enough to lay hands on himself. The healing energy of Eilistrae coursed through him and he continued toward the enemy unseen beyond the bounds of the smoke.
The drow spellguard chuckled as he watches his minions toss the magic javelins down the corridor. This was perfect, the group was playing straight into their hands. It was a perfect killing zone, just like he had planned. He nodded at the third guard. The guard slipped behind a corner and waited to ambush the first hero that stuck their head out.
As the blowing ice finally subsided Delorian stepped into the fog. As the swirling fog surrounded him, the monk strode forward with long loping steps. He passed through the corridor, passing the members of his group that were picking their way through the fog. The monk burst from the fog and charge forward at the closest barricade.
Right beside Delorian, the fog parted to belch forth the shiny metal form of the paladin. His armor shone in the light that his shield spread on the room. He leapt forward into the fray calling out to his goddess.
Surprised that anyone had lived through the barrage of magic, and recognizing the symbol and call of the hated good dancing wench goddess, the spellguard leveled his hand at Mytrym and spoke a few arcane words. Small globes of energy sprouted from his hand and hurled toward the paladin. At the last minute they changed course and slammed into the small brooch that Mytrym wore.
Amador moved up behind the others, stopping to cast a quick heal spell on himself. Tanerus rolled into the room, vaulted over the barrier, coming to land opposite of Delorian. He lashed out with his sword, but the guard was quick, turning to block the blow with his shield.
He countered with two swipes of his own blade, but Tanerus ducked backwards. The blade whipped through the air in front of him. The other visible guard stepped to behind Delorian and struck out with his sword. Delorian was watching for the attack and dodged from the path of the first strike. The drow was fast though, and his second strike sunk into the monk’s side. Delorian pulled back from the blow, but was not worried, his shadow blood would heal the wound in no time.
Instead he spun on the guard. The back of his fist slammed into the guards jaw, spinning his head to one side. Delorian then brought a knee up and slammed into the guards flank, smashing into his kidney. The guard yelled out in pain, but did not fall.
Having corked the eversmoking bottle, Plickit moved out of the smoke quietly, staying to the edge of the wall. When he turned a corner, he startled a drow guard that had a hard time seeing Plickit. His ring had made him the same color as his surroundings. The thri-kreen and the drow both started to act, but the insect warrior was blinding fast. His four arms were a blur. Throwing wedges slammed into the surprised guard over and over.
When the body hit the ground, eight large wedge shaped blades stuck from the corpse. The drow had never even had a chance to pull the trigger of his hand crossbow.
The group could see the spellguard clinging to the back wall of the room, casting spells from halfway up the wall. The figure that floated out of the shadows took them by complete surprise. It was a cleric of Lloth. The woman floated forward, eyes burning as she stared at Plickit. “Impudent bug! Die!” She flicked her wrist and shoved a wand forward. Searing white light shot forth and sprayed over Plickit. The insect warrior staggered to one knee. The combination of lightning bolts, the ice storm and now the searing light were all starting to add up. He did not know how much more he could take.
The spellguard chuckled as the thri-kreen stumbled. He pointed at the line he and Mytrym made and muttered to himself, “Perfect… thank you for lining up for me.”
Mytrym was not about to let the mage get off another spell. He had pulled a small stone out as he made his way toward the mage. Between the mage and the cleric he threw the stone. When it slammed into the wall, a crack of thunder ripped through the room. Both the cleric and the mage threw up their hands to protect themselves.
As the sound dissipated Mytrym’s jaw dropped. Though they were shaken, both of the drow sneered as the loud sound had failed to hurt them.
The spellguard shook his head, “You will have to do better than that.” He called out several arcane words and another bolt of lightning materialized beneath him and shot forth at the pair. Myrtym staggered but pressed forward, growling in pain and frustration.
Plickit was not so lucky. Stumbled by the searing light from the cleric’s wand, he was not ready for the deadly lightning bolt. He saw it coming and managed to roll partially out of the way. It didn’t matter. As the energy ripped through him his large form shuddered and he collapsed to the ground with a sizzling hiss. He was dead, cooked within his armor by spell after spell from the deadly pair.
Mytrym growled out, “You shouldn’t have done that.” The spellguard laughed and pulled a wand from his robe.
Amador finally arrived in the entrance to the room. He peered out of the smoke trying to see what was going on. Tanerus vaulted back over the barrier, trying to keep the guards that he and Delorian were fighting off balance. He stabbed out again, and again the guard managed to block the attack. For his trouble, the guard rewarded the halfling with a slice across one shoulder. The halfling hissed in pain, his shadow joining him in the protest as it too bled.
The other guard lashed out at Delorian, but the pain from the monk’s blows was more than he could handle and still be able to be effective.
The priestess of Lloth sneered down at Mytrym, “You have no idea the pain you shall receive at the hands of the spider queen!” She pointed her wand at Mytrym and burst of searing white light rained down on him. The paladin growled in pain. There was not enough room to spread his immense wings that his cloak gave him, and the two were floating well out of reach. In addition some sort of flaming enchantment surrounded the mage. Mytrym knew he was going to need help with these two.
Delorian continued his relentless assault on the guard. He ducked from the guards clumsily counterattacks and hit the guard twice in the face with bottom of his palms. The guard was staggering all over, and was obviously not going to last much longer.
The spellguard chuckled down at the paladin, “Face it. You will never beat us.” He did not use his wand. Instead he shot a ray of energy at the paladin. Mytrym cried out as he felt his strength flowing out of him. His armor felt heavy, his sword weighed a ton, and his pack was weighing him down.
In the whispy smoke at the front of the room Amador growled, “Shut up drow. You talk too much.” He clapped his hands together at the end of a soft prayer. He opened his hands and from his palms a small floating ball of energy floated swiftly toward the pair. When it got right between them Amador slapped his hands back together and the small glow exploded in holy energy.
The mage screamed and threw his hands up, as the bright light slammed into him. “Argh! My eyes!” He clawed at his eyes with his free hand and started to drop toward the ground. The energy just seemed to flow past the cleric, her natural resistance to spells protecting her.
Tanerus stepped to put the guard once again between him and Delorian. As the guard glanced back to make sure that Delorian was still engaged with the other guard Tanerus struck. His blade slipped easily between the guard’s ribs. He fell to the ground dead.
The guard that Delorian was beating on staggered away and pulled a javelin from his back. He spun and threw it at Delorian. The monk brought one hand up, about to knock the thrown weapon out of the air when it crackled, turning into a bolt of lightning that ripped through him and Mytrym.
Mytrym stalked up to beneath the two casters, reaching up to grab at the mage, “Come here!” The cleric dropped down in the corner and grabbed a tarp off a small bundle on the ground.
Beneath it was a bound and gagged form of another drow. She grabbed the woman up and held her in front of her, the wand in her other hand. The cleric growled, “Your dancing goddess is weak.” She shook the hostage, “This is what we do with your kind.”
As the lightning crackled over Delorian, he stepped into the blast. The three strikes he rained onto the guard were so fast the guard never saw it coming. He collapsed to the ground, his ribs broken, one lung punctured, his jaw snapped and his nose broken. He was not feeling the pain; he had died before he even hit the ground.
Amador saw the way Mytrym was barely able to move, and having seen the ray slam into the paladin, he knew some sort of enchantment was sapping his strength. He called up on his god and the chains of the enchantment shattered and Mytrym’s strength began to course back into the paladin.
The drow cleric growled, “Your friends can’t help you… nothing can.” She leveled the wand, and it spit searing light that burned its way up Mytrym’s side.
The paladin growled in pain and tossed back a potion, hefting his sword. “We’ll see about that, spider kisser!” Delorian appeared from the shadows beside the spellguard. The monk slammed his fist into the side of the mage’s head just as his vision was clearing. The spellguard cried out in pain, an amulet around his neck shattered, and the mage stumbled to one side, holding his wand in one hand and the side of his head in the other.
The monk growled, “Its time to meet true darkness, ‘dark’ elf.”
The spellguard chuckled, “I think not.” He lifted the wand and lightning burst forth, ripping through the monk and the paladin.
Mytrym danced under the pain of the electrical bolt. He growled, “Will you just STOP doing that!” He lashed out at the Spellguard, the mage mistook the blow as intended for him so tried to dodge. When the blade connected with the wand in his hand instead, the dark color of the mage’s skin drained. The wand snapped neatly in the center, little bits of energy piffing from the end.
The spellguard back peddled, “What… what have you done, you impudent mongrel!” He never saw the little halfling hiding behind him. He shuddered as the blade poked from his chest. Blood started to pour from between his lips. “But…I.”
The mage was well protected, his skin covered in a thick enchantment. But the heroes had dealt with it before. They did have the ability to cut through it with finesse so instead they powered their way through it with sheer force. Tanerus whispered into the mage’s ear. “I don’t care what you people try to protect yourself with. My dagger will find your heart eventually.”
Mytrym stepped up and slashed his sword at the mage even as the spellguard was attempting to mutter another spell. His blade ripped through the mage’s neck and his head fell to the ground with a wet splat.
Meanwhile Delorian cornered the cleric, “Its over, give up.”
The cleric sneered, “This is far from over.” She shoved the hostage at the monk and leapt back up into the air.
As she finally cleared the party, Amador had a clear shot at her finally. His prayer was quick. The blades that appeared above the rest of the group whirled and ripped through and around the cleric. Cut after cut ripped into her. She was tossed around like a rag doll, only to fall from the divine storm of blades a bloodied mess. She collapsed to the ground, limbs barely attached, sliced through so many times it was hard to recognize what she had originally been.
He turned and slipped his head through the illusion only to stuff his face into a sticky web on the other side. The halfling muttered soft curses and tried to pull free. When that failed he whipped out a dagger and cut himself free. He stumbled back, strings of webbing sticking to his face.
Mytrym reached up and yanked one of the sticky strands free. The halfling slapped at the paladins hands, “Ow! Don’t do that.” He rubbed the sore spot on his skin, only to get his hand stuck. He yanked it loose with a curse and yanked the small candle out of his lantern. “I know how you deal with a web!” He thrust his arm through the illusionary wall.
Forty feet away, on the other side of the illusionary wall, several crates were stacked at the exit of the natural corridor that led to a large cavern. Behind the stacked crates crouched the guards of the Drow noble house Morcane. They had prepared for the heroes, the fight on the other side of the wall having easily alerted them to the danger. A little halfling head poking barely through the webbing had been hard to miss. The candle that lit up the corridor was impossible to miss. All three of the guards pulled the triggers of their hand crossbows.
Tanerus shuddered as the three small bolts peppered his shoulder and side. As he fell back into view, his eyes closed. He crumpled to the ground asleep. The entire party started to react. The blast of ice and wind that smashed through their midst completely disoriented the group. Delorian was the only member of the group not caught in the dangerous storm of ice.
Amador dropped down in the howling wind and grabbed at Tanerus. He muttered a few words and the poison keeping the halfling asleep dissipated. The halfling scrambled to his feet amidst the howling wind and dove through the illusionary wall. Mytrym also stepped through, a divine prayer slipping from his lips, his arm strengthened by the divine favor he was blessed with. They did not make it far when Plickit uncorked a strange bottle that was strapped to his arm. Smoke shot out of the bottle and enveloped the party, spreading out quickly. The thri-kreen used the smoke to also move forward hidden with the others.
That’s when the first lightning bolt ripped down the corridor. It blasted through most of the group. Tanerus managed to hurl himself to the ground, but everyone else but Delorian were singed by the energy of the powerful spell. Amador dropped to one knee and cast a protection spell on himself, warding off evil in its many forms.
Tanerus, Mytrym, and Plickit continued forward. As they went, the corridor was again filled with the crackling energy of lightning. This time two smaller bolts ripped through the corridor. Myrtym grunted from the pain and paused long enough to lay hands on himself. The healing energy of Eilistrae coursed through him and he continued toward the enemy unseen beyond the bounds of the smoke.
The drow spellguard chuckled as he watches his minions toss the magic javelins down the corridor. This was perfect, the group was playing straight into their hands. It was a perfect killing zone, just like he had planned. He nodded at the third guard. The guard slipped behind a corner and waited to ambush the first hero that stuck their head out.
As the blowing ice finally subsided Delorian stepped into the fog. As the swirling fog surrounded him, the monk strode forward with long loping steps. He passed through the corridor, passing the members of his group that were picking their way through the fog. The monk burst from the fog and charge forward at the closest barricade.
Right beside Delorian, the fog parted to belch forth the shiny metal form of the paladin. His armor shone in the light that his shield spread on the room. He leapt forward into the fray calling out to his goddess.
Surprised that anyone had lived through the barrage of magic, and recognizing the symbol and call of the hated good dancing wench goddess, the spellguard leveled his hand at Mytrym and spoke a few arcane words. Small globes of energy sprouted from his hand and hurled toward the paladin. At the last minute they changed course and slammed into the small brooch that Mytrym wore.
Amador moved up behind the others, stopping to cast a quick heal spell on himself. Tanerus rolled into the room, vaulted over the barrier, coming to land opposite of Delorian. He lashed out with his sword, but the guard was quick, turning to block the blow with his shield.
He countered with two swipes of his own blade, but Tanerus ducked backwards. The blade whipped through the air in front of him. The other visible guard stepped to behind Delorian and struck out with his sword. Delorian was watching for the attack and dodged from the path of the first strike. The drow was fast though, and his second strike sunk into the monk’s side. Delorian pulled back from the blow, but was not worried, his shadow blood would heal the wound in no time.
Instead he spun on the guard. The back of his fist slammed into the guards jaw, spinning his head to one side. Delorian then brought a knee up and slammed into the guards flank, smashing into his kidney. The guard yelled out in pain, but did not fall.
Having corked the eversmoking bottle, Plickit moved out of the smoke quietly, staying to the edge of the wall. When he turned a corner, he startled a drow guard that had a hard time seeing Plickit. His ring had made him the same color as his surroundings. The thri-kreen and the drow both started to act, but the insect warrior was blinding fast. His four arms were a blur. Throwing wedges slammed into the surprised guard over and over.
When the body hit the ground, eight large wedge shaped blades stuck from the corpse. The drow had never even had a chance to pull the trigger of his hand crossbow.
The group could see the spellguard clinging to the back wall of the room, casting spells from halfway up the wall. The figure that floated out of the shadows took them by complete surprise. It was a cleric of Lloth. The woman floated forward, eyes burning as she stared at Plickit. “Impudent bug! Die!” She flicked her wrist and shoved a wand forward. Searing white light shot forth and sprayed over Plickit. The insect warrior staggered to one knee. The combination of lightning bolts, the ice storm and now the searing light were all starting to add up. He did not know how much more he could take.
The spellguard chuckled as the thri-kreen stumbled. He pointed at the line he and Mytrym made and muttered to himself, “Perfect… thank you for lining up for me.”
Mytrym was not about to let the mage get off another spell. He had pulled a small stone out as he made his way toward the mage. Between the mage and the cleric he threw the stone. When it slammed into the wall, a crack of thunder ripped through the room. Both the cleric and the mage threw up their hands to protect themselves.
As the sound dissipated Mytrym’s jaw dropped. Though they were shaken, both of the drow sneered as the loud sound had failed to hurt them.
The spellguard shook his head, “You will have to do better than that.” He called out several arcane words and another bolt of lightning materialized beneath him and shot forth at the pair. Myrtym staggered but pressed forward, growling in pain and frustration.
Plickit was not so lucky. Stumbled by the searing light from the cleric’s wand, he was not ready for the deadly lightning bolt. He saw it coming and managed to roll partially out of the way. It didn’t matter. As the energy ripped through him his large form shuddered and he collapsed to the ground with a sizzling hiss. He was dead, cooked within his armor by spell after spell from the deadly pair.
Mytrym growled out, “You shouldn’t have done that.” The spellguard laughed and pulled a wand from his robe.
Amador finally arrived in the entrance to the room. He peered out of the smoke trying to see what was going on. Tanerus vaulted back over the barrier, trying to keep the guards that he and Delorian were fighting off balance. He stabbed out again, and again the guard managed to block the attack. For his trouble, the guard rewarded the halfling with a slice across one shoulder. The halfling hissed in pain, his shadow joining him in the protest as it too bled.
The other guard lashed out at Delorian, but the pain from the monk’s blows was more than he could handle and still be able to be effective.
The priestess of Lloth sneered down at Mytrym, “You have no idea the pain you shall receive at the hands of the spider queen!” She pointed her wand at Mytrym and burst of searing white light rained down on him. The paladin growled in pain. There was not enough room to spread his immense wings that his cloak gave him, and the two were floating well out of reach. In addition some sort of flaming enchantment surrounded the mage. Mytrym knew he was going to need help with these two.
Delorian continued his relentless assault on the guard. He ducked from the guards clumsily counterattacks and hit the guard twice in the face with bottom of his palms. The guard was staggering all over, and was obviously not going to last much longer.
The spellguard chuckled down at the paladin, “Face it. You will never beat us.” He did not use his wand. Instead he shot a ray of energy at the paladin. Mytrym cried out as he felt his strength flowing out of him. His armor felt heavy, his sword weighed a ton, and his pack was weighing him down.
In the whispy smoke at the front of the room Amador growled, “Shut up drow. You talk too much.” He clapped his hands together at the end of a soft prayer. He opened his hands and from his palms a small floating ball of energy floated swiftly toward the pair. When it got right between them Amador slapped his hands back together and the small glow exploded in holy energy.
The mage screamed and threw his hands up, as the bright light slammed into him. “Argh! My eyes!” He clawed at his eyes with his free hand and started to drop toward the ground. The energy just seemed to flow past the cleric, her natural resistance to spells protecting her.
Tanerus stepped to put the guard once again between him and Delorian. As the guard glanced back to make sure that Delorian was still engaged with the other guard Tanerus struck. His blade slipped easily between the guard’s ribs. He fell to the ground dead.
The guard that Delorian was beating on staggered away and pulled a javelin from his back. He spun and threw it at Delorian. The monk brought one hand up, about to knock the thrown weapon out of the air when it crackled, turning into a bolt of lightning that ripped through him and Mytrym.
Mytrym stalked up to beneath the two casters, reaching up to grab at the mage, “Come here!” The cleric dropped down in the corner and grabbed a tarp off a small bundle on the ground.
Beneath it was a bound and gagged form of another drow. She grabbed the woman up and held her in front of her, the wand in her other hand. The cleric growled, “Your dancing goddess is weak.” She shook the hostage, “This is what we do with your kind.”
As the lightning crackled over Delorian, he stepped into the blast. The three strikes he rained onto the guard were so fast the guard never saw it coming. He collapsed to the ground, his ribs broken, one lung punctured, his jaw snapped and his nose broken. He was not feeling the pain; he had died before he even hit the ground.
Amador saw the way Mytrym was barely able to move, and having seen the ray slam into the paladin, he knew some sort of enchantment was sapping his strength. He called up on his god and the chains of the enchantment shattered and Mytrym’s strength began to course back into the paladin.
The drow cleric growled, “Your friends can’t help you… nothing can.” She leveled the wand, and it spit searing light that burned its way up Mytrym’s side.
The paladin growled in pain and tossed back a potion, hefting his sword. “We’ll see about that, spider kisser!” Delorian appeared from the shadows beside the spellguard. The monk slammed his fist into the side of the mage’s head just as his vision was clearing. The spellguard cried out in pain, an amulet around his neck shattered, and the mage stumbled to one side, holding his wand in one hand and the side of his head in the other.
The monk growled, “Its time to meet true darkness, ‘dark’ elf.”
The spellguard chuckled, “I think not.” He lifted the wand and lightning burst forth, ripping through the monk and the paladin.
Mytrym danced under the pain of the electrical bolt. He growled, “Will you just STOP doing that!” He lashed out at the Spellguard, the mage mistook the blow as intended for him so tried to dodge. When the blade connected with the wand in his hand instead, the dark color of the mage’s skin drained. The wand snapped neatly in the center, little bits of energy piffing from the end.
The spellguard back peddled, “What… what have you done, you impudent mongrel!” He never saw the little halfling hiding behind him. He shuddered as the blade poked from his chest. Blood started to pour from between his lips. “But…I.”
The mage was well protected, his skin covered in a thick enchantment. But the heroes had dealt with it before. They did have the ability to cut through it with finesse so instead they powered their way through it with sheer force. Tanerus whispered into the mage’s ear. “I don’t care what you people try to protect yourself with. My dagger will find your heart eventually.”
Mytrym stepped up and slashed his sword at the mage even as the spellguard was attempting to mutter another spell. His blade ripped through the mage’s neck and his head fell to the ground with a wet splat.
Meanwhile Delorian cornered the cleric, “Its over, give up.”
The cleric sneered, “This is far from over.” She shoved the hostage at the monk and leapt back up into the air.
As she finally cleared the party, Amador had a clear shot at her finally. His prayer was quick. The blades that appeared above the rest of the group whirled and ripped through and around the cleric. Cut after cut ripped into her. She was tossed around like a rag doll, only to fall from the divine storm of blades a bloodied mess. She collapsed to the ground, limbs barely attached, sliced through so many times it was hard to recognize what she had originally been.
