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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 934803" data-attributes="member: 10820">Session 9 - Log 2Tanerus called down from above, “There is a door here… might hold a way to reset the trap.” He examined the door closely and determined it was not trapped. He opened it and gasped softly at the sight before him. Ancient corpses lay scattered about a small room. All were in a state of advanced decomposition, all except one. On the far wall was pinned a single figure. Four arrows pierced its body in various places. One pierced its left arm, one pierced its right arm, one pierced its left shoulder, and one pierced the figure in the stomach. The figure seemed to have not decomposed at all. Tanerus immediately brought up his sword and kept it at the ready, not trusting the situation at all. He noticed that the figure was wearing full plate armor, and though it had a helmet on, the helmets faceplate was open. The creature’s skin was a dusky gray. It was not the gray of decay, but a skin color that Tanerus had never seen before. The figure still had the rest of its gear as well. A cloak was clasped around its neck, a shield strapped to one, a bag tied to its belt and a bastard sword was still clasped in his hand.Tanerus glanced around the rest of the room and noticed in the close right hand corner there was a massive stone box with a large level built into it. The lever was covered in cobwebs, but the cobwebs dangled loosely from the lever, not attached to the wall like Tanerus was expecting. It could only mean the lever had been moved recently. Tanerus called over his shoulder, “There is a lever up here, stand clear!” He glanced back at the still figure and started as he thought he saw the figures eyes move. Quickly he shoved the lever back to its previous position, and then noticed a small locking lever so he slid it in place.Below in the stairwell the stairs slowly reset to their original position. When everything was back to its proper position Tanerus called down, “It should be safe!” Durgaden frowned and muttered, “Should be?” He tentatively stepped forward then leapt back. Nothing happened so he repeated the test a few times till he stood firmly on the staircase.Will smiled, “Guess he figured it out.” The group quickly went up the stairs to the small landing that led to the door. When the others saw the figure they all seemed a bit worried.Amador frowned, “I do not like the look of it.”Will cast a quick spell, “There is magic. Lots of it. His sword, his armor, a ring… but those arrows, they are all magical. They have put some sort of enchantment over him… I think it’s a stasis field of some sort.”Durgaden walked up and poked at the figure in the chest with the end of his axe. “What is it?” Will shrugged, “Some form of outsider I would say.”Durgaden frowned at it. “Looks part elf… maybe a half drow?”Will nodded, “Seems right. But with something else mixed in.”Amador had heard enough. “Kill it.”Tanerus lifted an eyebrow and looked at Amador quizzically. “We don’t even know whose side he is on.”Amador growled, “Its drow, what does it matter.”Tanerus corrected, “Part drow.”Durgaden frowned, “Well lets just relieve him of this…” He reached down and started to try and tug the sword from the figures grasp.Will quickly hissed, “Stop! Every time you disturb it, the enchantment weakens.”Durgaden left the sword alone and grabbed the shield arm instead, “Lets at least have a look at his shield.” He swung the shield forward, bending the arm at the elbow. The front of the shield was painted to show a beautiful naked female drow dancing in front of a full moon, holding a bastard sword. Her hair flowed down around her to cover various parts of her.Amador frowned. “Eilistraee, Goddes of the Dance. One of the few… ‘good’ drow gods.”Will seemed surprised. “Good drow? So she opposes Lolth. Could be useful.”Tanerus took a few steps back, “Lets just leave it be.”Will shook his head, “We need all the help we can get.”Durgaden looked back at the part drow and reached for the sword again. “Well he ain’t wakin’ up with that in his hand.” He started tugging on the sword again. Will frowned, “Pull out the arrows… the arrows.” He was not about to get close to it. He glanced nervously up and down the steps. Durgaden sighed and ripped three of the arrows out. Each arrow seemed to disintegrate when it was pulled out. There was only one left. “I ain’t wakin’ ‘im with a sword in his hand.” He grabbed the sword, planted a foot the arm and yanked hard. The sword popped from the gauntleted hand and the last arrow shattered into dust. The figure groaned and fell forward, landing with a dull thump on the floor. The arrow wounds oozed blood. Slowly the figure stirred. Durgaden growled at it from where he stood above him. “What are you?”Slowly the figure shifted to a seated position. “I’m a … paladin… of m’lady, Eilistraee.” He brought his free hand slowly up and touched his chest. The hand glowed and a few of his wounds began to close. The pain in his eyes receded. “Pray tell, what year is it?” His accent was strange to say the least.Durgaden frowned, “1372. How long you been hanging on that wall?”The half-drow looked up at the dwarf, “Couple hundred years it would seem.” He opened and closed his mouth, trying to swallow away two hundred years of cottonmouth. His limbs were heavy, but the strength was gaining in them slowly. “And who are you?”Durgaden stood a little taller, “Durgaden Alepounder Tethyamar. And ye?”The figure blinked at the word Tethyamar, “I am called Mytrym. So the kingdom did not fall?”Durgaden shook his head, “It fell alright, but we have taken it back over. My companions and I. We are hunting drow that stole from the ruins of the kingdom. You know anything about them?”Mytrym smiled, “I know a bit about them. I was here looking into whether or not they were aiding the horde in the attacks on Tethyamar. Last thing I remember was a fey’ri wench leading a pair of archers and a mob of goblins against me. The goblins were no problem, but the archers arrows, as you can see… were enchanted.”Will frowned, “She didn’t happen to have long black hair, small horns, bat wings and wear lots of red and purple.”Mytrym frowned, “Aye she did… you know her?”Tanerus growled, “Ah bugger it all, that’s Tursa. We let her get away.” Tanerus quickly explained their encounters with Tursa.Mytrym continued to frown, he knew the name, but his memory was hazy. “I think that was her name, I must have… known her from before the battle as well. Yes, I seem to remember I knew her, but I don’t know how.”Durgaden thought a moment. “We could use your help, Mytrym. We are going after some drow that is collecting items from different places. They already have a gnome crystal, a dwarven axe, and elven circlet.”Mytrym frowned, “The drow are collecting items from various races? This is not good. Not good at all. Yes. I will help you. Maybe I can run into this... Tursa again with you as well.”</blockquote>

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