The Order of the Dark Flame: Book 5. (story, no spam)
Aegis looked around, trying to figure out what had just happened. He was still on the tower, and the all the dragons seemed to be gone. He smiled pleasantly as he realized they had succeeded. As he stood, he felt a chill run through him. It wasn't until he looked at DW, and Ysh that he realized why. When he had been transformed into the horse, his clothes had not undergone a similar transformation. The two women chuckled at the site of the elf standing in the buff. He promptly covered himself with some scraps of clothing, inwardly cursing his luck. He then made his way back in doors, and off to his room in order to change. At this rate, he wouldn't have any clothes left by the end of the week.
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Having completed Aegis' transformation, Yshania viewed her surroundings. Whatever had happened?, she felt guilty of her absence. How many numbers were they down? She saw Gwalchmai, T'lainya and Thantor treating the walking wounded...two down she ascertained, eyeing the crumpled forms of Farscape and Mysteria.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. For it to work, this spell needed concentration...trying to banish the pictures of her dead comrades, she began to imagine life and well being...then began chanting the words of Mass Raise Dead. Feeling the energy build, and then release, she opened her eyes...Farscape and Mysteria were now standing, Farscape brushing down his dusty tunic and examining his crushed armour...Mysteria appearing somewhat lost, but never-the-less none the worse for wear. Maintaining her concentration, she guided the excess of healing energies as it bounced between comrades, closing up wounds and healing the acidic burns.
When it finally dissipated, she made her way to Gwalchmai and hugged him, pleased to see that he was ok.
'I still have the portal wand' she said 'what chance have we of rest before we face the abomination?' She sighed, embarrassed for having asked for time...but she had not prepared as well as she had thought, and most of her spells had been exhausted...
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. For it to work, this spell needed concentration...trying to banish the pictures of her dead comrades, she began to imagine life and well being...then began chanting the words of Mass Raise Dead. Feeling the energy build, and then release, she opened her eyes...Farscape and Mysteria were now standing, Farscape brushing down his dusty tunic and examining his crushed armour...Mysteria appearing somewhat lost, but never-the-less none the worse for wear. Maintaining her concentration, she guided the excess of healing energies as it bounced between comrades, closing up wounds and healing the acidic burns.
When it finally dissipated, she made her way to Gwalchmai and hugged him, pleased to see that he was ok.
'I still have the portal wand' she said 'what chance have we of rest before we face the abomination?' She sighed, embarrassed for having asked for time...but she had not prepared as well as she had thought, and most of her spells had been exhausted...
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Walking slowly towards the light, Mysteria ran into an invisible barrier, hitting it with a loud thud. Vexed to be thus interrupted in her progression, she glowered at the invisible wall, if you could glower at something you couldn't even see, then looked for a way around. As she was still looking, she felt a tug, then another and suddenly she was looking up at the sky as healing magic swept over her, washing away the last of her pain.
Sitting up, she looked around, bewildered, then her memory came back and she smiled remembering her showdown with the Dracolich. Quite nice for a sorceress who normally didn't even know how to light a candle. As Fang joined her, she was relieved to see him alive.
Farscape! The thought flashed up in her mind and she heaved a sigh of relief as she saw him next to her. Following an impulse, she hugged him hard, then looked around to check on the others, wondering who would have been the one to, well not actually ressurrect, but almost, her.
Sitting up, she looked around, bewildered, then her memory came back and she smiled remembering her showdown with the Dracolich. Quite nice for a sorceress who normally didn't even know how to light a candle. As Fang joined her, she was relieved to see him alive.
Farscape! The thought flashed up in her mind and she heaved a sigh of relief as she saw him next to her. Following an impulse, she hugged him hard, then looked around to check on the others, wondering who would have been the one to, well not actually ressurrect, but almost, her.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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Poor Nippy had suffered terribly from his fall from the back of the dying dragon. Bouncing off the tower wall didn’t help much. Gwalchmai expended his most powerful healing spells on The Good Paladin, broken bones mending and wounds closing before his eyes. Nippy was brought back to full health, though when he first regained consciousness, he moaned for his Mommy and muttered something about Giant Miniature Space Hamsters. Nippy blinked a few times, then regained full use of his facilities.
Bloodstalker was more fortunate than Nippy, having fallen into a tree, which had bounced him into a large bush, from which he slid into a small snow bank. No broken bones, but he had plenty of nasty contusions. Gwalchmai understood the fighter’s sensitivity to magic, and treated Bloodstalker using more mundane methods. With bandages and a little help to his feet, Bloodstalker would recover – eventually. Gwalchmai advised him to see T’lainya about some natural healing herbs, but that he should avoid any potions that Thantor might offer.
Gwalchmai was suddenly hit, and nearly toppled, by one of Yshania’s running, leaping, hugs. While he tried to catch his breath, Yshania expressed her happiness at his well-being and her concerns about upcoming events. “I still have the portal wand,” she said, “what chance have we of rest before we face the abomination?” She sighed in a most fetching manner, momentarily distracting him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice sounded from just behind him.
“You have done well, my Dark Flames.” Rai’ya said, “My granddaughters would be proud. The Power that inhabits this place has been wrenched from the Shadow Master’s control and he is even now facing new challenges in a somewhat more diminished state. It may be that his only hope now lies with Moander’s Abomination. It is imperative that Moander’s spirit not be resurrected to this plane. You have the means to defeat his plans. I hope that you….” She sighed and stared wistfully at the horizon. The sun had set, and only a faint purple glow remained in the west. Rai’ya herself appeared ethereal. She reflected light that wasn’t there; her body held a faint glow.
“I think that I was wrong to use the Power of this place as I did. It sustained me for centuries, and when you awoke me, I sought to rebuild my realm as it once was for the glory of Amaunator. Perhaps, given time, my subjects and I could have rekindled the worship of our bright liege, but I don’t know. These are different times. I think my dear husband knew this. ‘Tis better that we sit at the right hand of Amaunator in the plane of godly death. If Amaunator is to rise again, it can’t be only the will of a ghost who loved him. It must come from the hearts of lawful, living people”
“Even now, The Power dissipates. My time is nearly done.” She looked to the faces of each hero present. “I see so much of my grandchildren and their friends in you. You do them proud. There is one last gift I can give before the Power fades completely. I hope you all will remain safe through the coming turmoil.” Then she spoke some words – words that were recognizable as the invocation for Wonderus Recall, but with an emphasis and tone unlike the normal spell. Everyone present felt suffused with light and well-being. Fatigue was banished, strength returned, and all spells were relearned.
“Goodbye my friends,” she said with tears flowing, “I will miss you so much. Thank you.” She turned toward the west, and raised her arms in supplication. “Hear me, Amaunator! I, Rai’ya, High Priestess of the Second House of the Noon Time Light, beseech thee! Your loyal follower is done with this plane that you left so long ago! I beg to return to your glorious presence!”
With that, she faded away, the nighttime darkness seeming to invade the soft glow that formed her body, leaving sparkles that glittered and faded like fireflies in the night. Elsewhere, the palace and realm returned to the ruins they had been when they were discovered so many months ago.
Bloodstalker was more fortunate than Nippy, having fallen into a tree, which had bounced him into a large bush, from which he slid into a small snow bank. No broken bones, but he had plenty of nasty contusions. Gwalchmai understood the fighter’s sensitivity to magic, and treated Bloodstalker using more mundane methods. With bandages and a little help to his feet, Bloodstalker would recover – eventually. Gwalchmai advised him to see T’lainya about some natural healing herbs, but that he should avoid any potions that Thantor might offer.
Gwalchmai was suddenly hit, and nearly toppled, by one of Yshania’s running, leaping, hugs. While he tried to catch his breath, Yshania expressed her happiness at his well-being and her concerns about upcoming events. “I still have the portal wand,” she said, “what chance have we of rest before we face the abomination?” She sighed in a most fetching manner, momentarily distracting him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice sounded from just behind him.
“You have done well, my Dark Flames.” Rai’ya said, “My granddaughters would be proud. The Power that inhabits this place has been wrenched from the Shadow Master’s control and he is even now facing new challenges in a somewhat more diminished state. It may be that his only hope now lies with Moander’s Abomination. It is imperative that Moander’s spirit not be resurrected to this plane. You have the means to defeat his plans. I hope that you….” She sighed and stared wistfully at the horizon. The sun had set, and only a faint purple glow remained in the west. Rai’ya herself appeared ethereal. She reflected light that wasn’t there; her body held a faint glow.
“I think that I was wrong to use the Power of this place as I did. It sustained me for centuries, and when you awoke me, I sought to rebuild my realm as it once was for the glory of Amaunator. Perhaps, given time, my subjects and I could have rekindled the worship of our bright liege, but I don’t know. These are different times. I think my dear husband knew this. ‘Tis better that we sit at the right hand of Amaunator in the plane of godly death. If Amaunator is to rise again, it can’t be only the will of a ghost who loved him. It must come from the hearts of lawful, living people”
“Even now, The Power dissipates. My time is nearly done.” She looked to the faces of each hero present. “I see so much of my grandchildren and their friends in you. You do them proud. There is one last gift I can give before the Power fades completely. I hope you all will remain safe through the coming turmoil.” Then she spoke some words – words that were recognizable as the invocation for Wonderus Recall, but with an emphasis and tone unlike the normal spell. Everyone present felt suffused with light and well-being. Fatigue was banished, strength returned, and all spells were relearned.
“Goodbye my friends,” she said with tears flowing, “I will miss you so much. Thank you.” She turned toward the west, and raised her arms in supplication. “Hear me, Amaunator! I, Rai’ya, High Priestess of the Second House of the Noon Time Light, beseech thee! Your loyal follower is done with this plane that you left so long ago! I beg to return to your glorious presence!”
With that, she faded away, the nighttime darkness seeming to invade the soft glow that formed her body, leaving sparkles that glittered and faded like fireflies in the night. Elsewhere, the palace and realm returned to the ruins they had been when they were discovered so many months ago.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Nippy stood looking at the twinkling form of Rai'ya before she faded from sight, a tear rolled down his cheek as he heard her words and he wiped it away with the bank of his hand.
Nippy turned away and looked to the sunset as the sun gave way to night and the glorious warmth of the giant ball faded. The darkness began to rise and Rai'ya casted a spell that refreshed everyone from their wounds and loss of spells.
Nippy saw Bloodstalker wince slightly but if did not seem to effect him much.
The fading form of Rai'ya smiled at the group and it became like firelflies, flitting in and out slowly disappearing...
Everyone came together as a group, in a circle, tight-knit. This was the Dark Flames, this was the community and this was the united force of the entire group.
"We do this for all those affected by the Shadow Master, we fight against him to stop him from ever doing the same thing again, we do this for Loner and Kramor who fought so long against him, we fight for Amuantor and his faithful and we fight for Rai'ya."
Nippy looked around the group and smiled at everyone. The group was rubbing the pommels of their weapons or preparing themselves for the coming of the battle.
"We do this for the Dark Flames!"
Nippy turned away and looked to the sunset as the sun gave way to night and the glorious warmth of the giant ball faded. The darkness began to rise and Rai'ya casted a spell that refreshed everyone from their wounds and loss of spells.
Nippy saw Bloodstalker wince slightly but if did not seem to effect him much.
The fading form of Rai'ya smiled at the group and it became like firelflies, flitting in and out slowly disappearing...
Everyone came together as a group, in a circle, tight-knit. This was the Dark Flames, this was the community and this was the united force of the entire group.
"We do this for all those affected by the Shadow Master, we fight against him to stop him from ever doing the same thing again, we do this for Loner and Kramor who fought so long against him, we fight for Amuantor and his faithful and we fight for Rai'ya."
Nippy looked around the group and smiled at everyone. The group was rubbing the pommels of their weapons or preparing themselves for the coming of the battle.
"We do this for the Dark Flames!"
Perverteer Paladin
Aegis came walking out of the building in time to watch Rai'ya fade out of existence. He hadn't taken long to clean up, and dress again. To everyone who was there, it seemed as if nothign had happened to the elf, though his left eye was now blinded, and a vicious looking scar now streaked across his face. He stopped next to Nippy, the paladin towering above Aegis' sledner frame. The two seemed to contrast each other. On his other side stood Mysteria. He looked at her with a redeemed sense of admiration. She has tested herself in a deadly battle, and came out with more skill and wisdom then going in. She may've had to have been ecalled through magic, but she was better for it.
He began to feel a part of this group, for some odd, unexplained reason. He felt as if he was becoming apart of them, even for their toils.
He began to feel a part of this group, for some odd, unexplained reason. He felt as if he was becoming apart of them, even for their toils.
When he felt the tug back to his body, Farscape had lively Quasit in a handy chokehold. Snapping it's neck quickly, he shouted to Haer'Dalis, who was spinning away amid the chaos of battle singing merrily.
"Haer ' Dalis, I am summoned back to the material plane, bring death to the cambions!"
"Take Care my raven, death to your foes! Send my greetings to the shade lord" Chuckled the bard, and Farscape allowed himself to be pulled back to the Prime plane, and into his body.
The first thing he noticed, other than a dull ache, was his new armour given to him by Keldorn, laying shattered and torn on the ground.
"Damnit!" Kneeling down, he began to see if it could be repaired, when he was struck heavily by a flying Mysteria, who huged him, lifting the paladin clear from the ground. She happily exclaimed at his survival, before she went shooting off to other places.
And he started laughing, for no reason, but happily. It was amazing how over such a short time he had grown to enjoy his life so much. He kept chuckling to himself until he say the resolute look of everyone around him.
Something was up.
Redeemer and Retribution he found lying on the ground in a pile. Someone must have moved them since he fell. He armour was a mess though. Searching through it, he figured it could be mended, but not by him. He would have to find a talented smith to repair it. Dragging the shattered armour back inside, he laid it next to the rest of his gear, and donned his old armour, crafted from dragon scale.
As he walked in he saw Aegis and Nippy talking queitly, though the elf seem strangely flustered...
Now wearing his immaculate armour, he looked strangely unscarred from battle. Taking place outside again, intent on guarding the spell casters this time, he stood unmoving, a pillar of chaos and order conflicting. One thing was certain in his mind. He would destroy anyone, anything who challenged him.
"Haer ' Dalis, I am summoned back to the material plane, bring death to the cambions!"
"Take Care my raven, death to your foes! Send my greetings to the shade lord" Chuckled the bard, and Farscape allowed himself to be pulled back to the Prime plane, and into his body.
The first thing he noticed, other than a dull ache, was his new armour given to him by Keldorn, laying shattered and torn on the ground.
"Damnit!" Kneeling down, he began to see if it could be repaired, when he was struck heavily by a flying Mysteria, who huged him, lifting the paladin clear from the ground. She happily exclaimed at his survival, before she went shooting off to other places.
And he started laughing, for no reason, but happily. It was amazing how over such a short time he had grown to enjoy his life so much. He kept chuckling to himself until he say the resolute look of everyone around him.
Something was up.
Redeemer and Retribution he found lying on the ground in a pile. Someone must have moved them since he fell. He armour was a mess though. Searching through it, he figured it could be mended, but not by him. He would have to find a talented smith to repair it. Dragging the shattered armour back inside, he laid it next to the rest of his gear, and donned his old armour, crafted from dragon scale.
As he walked in he saw Aegis and Nippy talking queitly, though the elf seem strangely flustered...
Now wearing his immaculate armour, he looked strangely unscarred from battle. Taking place outside again, intent on guarding the spell casters this time, he stood unmoving, a pillar of chaos and order conflicting. One thing was certain in his mind. He would destroy anyone, anything who challenged him.
The waves came crashing in like blindness.
So I just stood and listened.
So I just stood and listened.
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Der-draigen grappled with the Shadow Master; and while her physical power and stamina certainly proved indispensable, she mostly felt the struggle in her mind -- and what was left of her heart, if indeed she ever had one to begin with...She found a darkness spreading across her consciousness, along with an invasive probing sentience that seemed able to draw out her memories and expose them to her waking mind. It was...painful. Der-draigen had not felt pain since she could remember; not inner pain anyway...It felt raw and fresh and bleeding as the pictures and voices and sensations came rushing back to the forefront of her awareness. She knew the Shadow Master fought this way, but she hadn't imagined the amount of stamina it would take to simply stay focused on the combat. The cleric of Moander was trying to distract her.Originally posted by Gwalchmai
"The Power that inhabits this place has been wrenched from the Shadow Master’s control and he is even now facing new challenges in a somewhat more diminished state. It may be that his only hope now lies with Moander’s Abomination.
But then, suddenly something odd happened...The barrage of images faltered and Der-draigen's mind cleared. The Shadow Master seemed to buckle under her grasp, and weaken.
She took the advantage to apply all of her strength and pin the cleric to the stone floor. While he struggled ineffectually, Der-draigen used the lull to re-energize, for she knew the fight wasn't half over. What caused her opponent's lapse she didn't know, but she felt him weaken, as if his strength were being sapped.
"You will see," she hissed through her teeth, "You will witness the power of the Stone of Rohais, sacred to the darkness, gift of power from the foundations of the earth; and as you watch with dying eyes you will know that such power will never be yours to possess."
She grinned a cold and evil smile, and felt a rumbling beneath the earth. She didn't have time to concern herself with it; but she thought she heard the Shadow Master's weak voice repeating, "Abomination...Abomination..."
"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
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Yshania watched in awe as the power that was Rai'ya sparked then disappeared. Thankful for her blessing, Yshania looked around...something was niggling on the edge of her conscience, urging her that there were things to attend to...remembering the wand, she looked for her bag...
Lifting up the empty bag, she shook it disbelieving, then glanced at the others...Gwally was shrugging his shoulders and Dragon Wench was grinning as she pointed out the scattered contents. Sighing, Yshania set about collecting her belongings...hoping desperately the wand was not lost to them. She found it! she smiled to herself as she bundled the rest of her items back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She turned looking for Pridwen...
The mare was standing beneath an oak by the stables...Betty was with her, and they appeared to be rubbing noses...as if sharing some deep secret...or scandal!...remembering Midnight Spirit, Yshania dashed back inside to lead the stricken stallion back onto firm ground. Shouting to her friends that she would not be long, she headed for the stables...realising now what she must do.
She lead the stabled horses from their stalls then encouraged them and Pridwen, Midnight Spirit and Betty to follow her. Instinctively she thought better than to leave them here...there was know knowing if the Dark Flames would ever return. She walked the horses beyong the clearing, wary to enter yet equally frightened of walking too close to the skirts of the forest She got as far as she dared alone, then whispered to Pridwen of her intentions 'If I survive this, I will come looking for you where we first met' she smiled through her tears, as she stroked the mare's silken nose. With that the horses turned and set of at a slow canter across the dale, Yshania looking after them for a long moment before returning to the keep...
Lifting up the empty bag, she shook it disbelieving, then glanced at the others...Gwally was shrugging his shoulders and Dragon Wench was grinning as she pointed out the scattered contents. Sighing, Yshania set about collecting her belongings...hoping desperately the wand was not lost to them. She found it! she smiled to herself as she bundled the rest of her items back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She turned looking for Pridwen...
The mare was standing beneath an oak by the stables...Betty was with her, and they appeared to be rubbing noses...as if sharing some deep secret...or scandal!...remembering Midnight Spirit, Yshania dashed back inside to lead the stricken stallion back onto firm ground. Shouting to her friends that she would not be long, she headed for the stables...realising now what she must do.
She lead the stabled horses from their stalls then encouraged them and Pridwen, Midnight Spirit and Betty to follow her. Instinctively she thought better than to leave them here...there was know knowing if the Dark Flames would ever return. She walked the horses beyong the clearing, wary to enter yet equally frightened of walking too close to the skirts of the forest She got as far as she dared alone, then whispered to Pridwen of her intentions 'If I survive this, I will come looking for you where we first met' she smiled through her tears, as she stroked the mare's silken nose. With that the horses turned and set of at a slow canter across the dale, Yshania looking after them for a long moment before returning to the keep...
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His eyes rolled back revealing only whites and all the world was red, Uther's prize so close he could taste it. Completely enrapt with the moment, he was running now and with each step his corporeal form sublimed for quicker, safer travel.
Now airborne, he made his way towards the keep. Floating with the wind, he located his chosen target and landed a safe distance away. He silently crept his way along a wall of the keep until she came into view. She stood talking to a seemingly familiar man, otherwise all was quiet. A course of action decided, he made his way toward the pair.
He was set back for a moment as the man cautiously uttered his name. "Flanders, i did not expect you to join us so soon. I had not had a cha...". Flanders right arm shot out and caught Thantor in the throat. He squeezed and pulled forcefully extinguishing his life in an instant.
He turned to face the woman, his guile already working as she stared blankly ahead trying to comprehend his presence.
You know why I am here , Flanders projected the words telepathically observing that the charm had taken effect.
"I do", she replied. "We're to bring the queen back, tonight."
His eyes closed and his body tingled with a fervent rush. The time had finally arrived! She played the part invitingly and arched her head back to expose her neck. Flanders readied to strike, prepared to complete Uther's prophecy. The revelation was interrupted by the deafening slam of a door. The others! He had not struck in time.
Flanders stepped back and began to smile for it was not a door opening but one closing. Flanders opened his eyes to the familiar surroundings of his cave.
He had passed his first trial of the evening.
Now airborne, he made his way towards the keep. Floating with the wind, he located his chosen target and landed a safe distance away. He silently crept his way along a wall of the keep until she came into view. She stood talking to a seemingly familiar man, otherwise all was quiet. A course of action decided, he made his way toward the pair.
He was set back for a moment as the man cautiously uttered his name. "Flanders, i did not expect you to join us so soon. I had not had a cha...". Flanders right arm shot out and caught Thantor in the throat. He squeezed and pulled forcefully extinguishing his life in an instant.
He turned to face the woman, his guile already working as she stared blankly ahead trying to comprehend his presence.
You know why I am here , Flanders projected the words telepathically observing that the charm had taken effect.
"I do", she replied. "We're to bring the queen back, tonight."
His eyes closed and his body tingled with a fervent rush. The time had finally arrived! She played the part invitingly and arched her head back to expose her neck. Flanders readied to strike, prepared to complete Uther's prophecy. The revelation was interrupted by the deafening slam of a door. The others! He had not struck in time.
Flanders stepped back and began to smile for it was not a door opening but one closing. Flanders opened his eyes to the familiar surroundings of his cave.
He had passed his first trial of the evening.
Crush enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the women.
"We do this for the Dark Flames!", Nippy's words were still echoing in her mind when Mysteria smiled at Aegis by her side. For a moment, her smile faltered as she took in the ugly scar marring his face and the obviously blinded eye, all the worse for an as skilled archer as the ranger was? Uncertain of what to do, she continued smiling, then quickly looked away again.
Why hadn't he asked anybody to look after him, she wondered, perhaps this was his idea of courage. Personally she found his attitude rather stupid, but she was not the one who question somebody's acts as long as they didn't hurt anybody. Catching one more glimpse of Aegis, she admitted to herself that she did admire his stamina, his slender elven frame often made her forget how tough he really was.
Pursing his mouth, she thought some more, then decided that she would try to do something about his condition as she didn't feel too proud to ask for help. Turning to Gwally, who happened to be standing on her other side, she tuged at his arm while Aegis looked away for a moment.
As he bowed his head to her, she urgently whispered , "Have you taken a closer look at Aegis? I think he's trying to ignore it and doesn't want us to remark upon it. Don't you think a regeneration spell or potion could help? Do you have something like that?"
As Aegis's gaze strayed back to her, she quickly let go of Gwally and gave the ranger a broad smile.
"Quite a fight, don't you think?" she remarked, certain that Gwally would look into this and help the elf if it was possible.
Why hadn't he asked anybody to look after him, she wondered, perhaps this was his idea of courage. Personally she found his attitude rather stupid, but she was not the one who question somebody's acts as long as they didn't hurt anybody. Catching one more glimpse of Aegis, she admitted to herself that she did admire his stamina, his slender elven frame often made her forget how tough he really was.
Pursing his mouth, she thought some more, then decided that she would try to do something about his condition as she didn't feel too proud to ask for help. Turning to Gwally, who happened to be standing on her other side, she tuged at his arm while Aegis looked away for a moment.
As he bowed his head to her, she urgently whispered , "Have you taken a closer look at Aegis? I think he's trying to ignore it and doesn't want us to remark upon it. Don't you think a regeneration spell or potion could help? Do you have something like that?"
As Aegis's gaze strayed back to her, she quickly let go of Gwally and gave the ranger a broad smile.
"Quite a fight, don't you think?" she remarked, certain that Gwally would look into this and help the elf if it was possible.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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“Well, Regeneration would probably help, but I don’t….” Gwalchmai stopped talking as he noticed Mysteria wasn’t actually listening any longer, seemingly intent on batting her eyelashes at Aegis. Gwalchmai shrugged.
Yshania soon returned after dealing with the oddly-behaving horses. She rummaged through her bottomless bag and produced the Portal Wand. Thantor stepped forward. “Yes,” he said while steepleing his fingers and arching his bushy eyebrows, “I believe time is of the essence. Annicka has already been down in the Abomination’s catacombs for a day. I pray she yet lives and that we may help her.”
“Quite so.” The Simbul floated out of the darkness, appearing for all the world as though she had been observing the day’s events and had not deigned to lend a helping hand. This notion irritated Gwalchmai to no end. Simbul continued, “The scourge of Moander’s Avatar must be ended this night, else the destruction to be wrought will be unimaginable!”
Thantor gravely manipulated the controls of the Portal Wand. Soon, the familiar blue-white light of a Dimension Door opened before them, a brilliant and blinding contrast to the dark of the night.
Shouldering his pack, Gwalchmai hurried to the doorway first and turned to address the others. “This coming battle I undertake willingly to serve the greater balance and to help my friends. The danger is great, and the outcome is not guaranteed. None of you should feel compelled to accompany us, and there will be no recriminations against those who choose not to step through this portal.” With that, Gwalchmai drew his sword and stepped through.
Yshania soon returned after dealing with the oddly-behaving horses. She rummaged through her bottomless bag and produced the Portal Wand. Thantor stepped forward. “Yes,” he said while steepleing his fingers and arching his bushy eyebrows, “I believe time is of the essence. Annicka has already been down in the Abomination’s catacombs for a day. I pray she yet lives and that we may help her.”
“Quite so.” The Simbul floated out of the darkness, appearing for all the world as though she had been observing the day’s events and had not deigned to lend a helping hand. This notion irritated Gwalchmai to no end. Simbul continued, “The scourge of Moander’s Avatar must be ended this night, else the destruction to be wrought will be unimaginable!”
Thantor gravely manipulated the controls of the Portal Wand. Soon, the familiar blue-white light of a Dimension Door opened before them, a brilliant and blinding contrast to the dark of the night.
Shouldering his pack, Gwalchmai hurried to the doorway first and turned to address the others. “This coming battle I undertake willingly to serve the greater balance and to help my friends. The danger is great, and the outcome is not guaranteed. None of you should feel compelled to accompany us, and there will be no recriminations against those who choose not to step through this portal.” With that, Gwalchmai drew his sword and stepped through.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Casting Ironskins, Yshania glanced around her comrades wondering which would follow, and daring not consider who would remain when the deed was done. Taking a deep breath, she drew her scimitars and stepped through the portal...wishing a silent and sad farewell to the keep and all that it represented...
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A mixture of emotions battling within, Dragon Wench quietly observed the darkened silhoutte of the keep against a violently torn sky. Ragged clouds scudded against a waning moon, blocking and releasing light at whim.
For a brief moment, the fighter looked searchingly across the familiar wooded hills and then towards the sheltering walls that had represented home for so long; abruptly, she turned and stepped through the portal.
For a brief moment, the fighter looked searchingly across the familiar wooded hills and then towards the sheltering walls that had represented home for so long; abruptly, she turned and stepped through the portal.
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At first, Gwalchmai was stunned by the utter blackness that greeted him after passing through the portal, and he felt a momentary panic as he realized that an attacker in the dark would have an advantage over him until his eyes could adjust. Soon, though, he could make out shapes and dim light, and knew that there were no others in the room he had been transported too. He suddenly realized he need to move out of the way to permit others to pass through the portal, and narrowly avoided being skewered by Yshania’s scimitars.
Finding a torch, he lit it so that the others wouldn’t be greeted with the same darkness and so that he could see the room more clearly. Several consoles with dimly glowing lights and indicators were stationed around the room. Chairs were over turned and bodies lay scattered. On closer examination, the bodies appeared to be of Drow mages, caught by surprise. Rigor had set, and the blood was mostly dried. The massacre looked to have occurred about twelve hours ago. “Annicka’s handiwork,” Gwalchmai muttered to himself. Then he looked at Yshania as well as Dragon Wench, who had just appeared, stepping out of the blank wall on the far side of the room. “This appears to be the Portal Control Room that Thantor told us about.”
Dragon Wench nodded, then silently and pragmatically moved to check that the door was shut and that it could be barred. They settled to wait for the rest of their companions.
Finding a torch, he lit it so that the others wouldn’t be greeted with the same darkness and so that he could see the room more clearly. Several consoles with dimly glowing lights and indicators were stationed around the room. Chairs were over turned and bodies lay scattered. On closer examination, the bodies appeared to be of Drow mages, caught by surprise. Rigor had set, and the blood was mostly dried. The massacre looked to have occurred about twelve hours ago. “Annicka’s handiwork,” Gwalchmai muttered to himself. Then he looked at Yshania as well as Dragon Wench, who had just appeared, stepping out of the blank wall on the far side of the room. “This appears to be the Portal Control Room that Thantor told us about.”
Dragon Wench nodded, then silently and pragmatically moved to check that the door was shut and that it could be barred. They settled to wait for the rest of their companions.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
T’lainya straightened her shoulders and adjusted her gear. She raised her eyes to the moon and stars above, feeling a sense of foreboding. A faint gleam of azure caught her eye, as a star pulsed faintly through the stormy sky. Pale blue at first, like the ice over a fountain, then deeper, turning to a brilliant azure, the color of bluebells in the spring. The priestess lifted her arms to the sky, silently saluting Corellon Larethian for the sign.
The priestess was well versed in the religious history of her people and knew that the Seldarine had warred with the Rotting god Moander. It had been the elves that slew his avatar and trapped its essence under a ruined temple until the time of troubles.
The light calmed her, giving strength of purpose to her will. She would see this misbegotten affront to good removed or die in the process. Although she thought wryly, she was not ready to leave this life yet. The moon cast one final silver ray upon her and she heard a soft voice whisper to her.
“Beware the webs that are woven, the strands twist and writhe beneath and around, layers are buried here, and the truth is hid from mind.”
T’lainya acknowledged the gentle prophecy of Sehanine and drew the flail. She walked through the portal, the metallic glint of armor peeking from beneath her cloak.
The priestess was well versed in the religious history of her people and knew that the Seldarine had warred with the Rotting god Moander. It had been the elves that slew his avatar and trapped its essence under a ruined temple until the time of troubles.
The light calmed her, giving strength of purpose to her will. She would see this misbegotten affront to good removed or die in the process. Although she thought wryly, she was not ready to leave this life yet. The moon cast one final silver ray upon her and she heard a soft voice whisper to her.
“Beware the webs that are woven, the strands twist and writhe beneath and around, layers are buried here, and the truth is hid from mind.”
T’lainya acknowledged the gentle prophecy of Sehanine and drew the flail. She walked through the portal, the metallic glint of armor peeking from beneath her cloak.
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Mysteria looked on as first Gwally, then Yshania and Dragon Wench disappeared through the portal that had appeared. She looked doubtfully at the portal, Aegis forgotten as they apparently couldn't spare any time to look after him. Biting her lower lip, she hesitated for a moment, she had hoped to get a closer look at the tunnel in the keep, but something told her that the portal led to the almost same place the tunnels would eventually have let her to.
Still a bit unsure, she wondered once more if it was a good idea to join the Dark Flames in their quest, her magic still made her uneasy. At that moment, she became aware of Thantor, still holding the portal wand, giving her an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath she unsheathed her weapons and stepped through the portal to be greeted by Gwally holding up a torch. She lowered her weapons just as Fang shot out of the portal, sending them both rolling to the floor.
Still a bit unsure, she wondered once more if it was a good idea to join the Dark Flames in their quest, her magic still made her uneasy. At that moment, she became aware of Thantor, still holding the portal wand, giving her an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath she unsheathed her weapons and stepped through the portal to be greeted by Gwally holding up a torch. She lowered her weapons just as Fang shot out of the portal, sending them both rolling to the floor.
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