The Shadowed Legacy

Craig · Post by **Craig** » Fri Nov 29, 2002 2:39 pm

Stunned by the events, Rojin watched the main playersd in the battle leave, and he followed the dwarf and halfling at a distance

Arcane · Post by **Arcane** » Wed Dec 04, 2002 12:08 pm

ooc: sorry i took so long to reply, ive been swamped, i think we all are.

"Yllidan sir, I am a haffer of modest magic ability."

Ambron nodded.

"Ye sure you'll be of service with yer shoulder torn án'all?"
"I'm fer thinking it will sir."
"Come then, with me.''

The two strange looking companions then set out for Ambron's house.

damien the 3rd · Post by **damien the 3rd** » Thu Dec 05, 2002 6:31 pm

as Yllidan and Ambron walked to the house, Malsar frowned harshly at the pair from his tiny cottage. The ancient, yet relativly weak, lich had been disturbed by the recent events, especcially those his scrying spells had revealed as followers of Mask. He got up from his stool and put on his deep red robes, a symbol of his Red Wizard status and began limping towards the direction of the halfling and dwarf. Though he was in fine condition for his age, but he keeps the image of an elderly old peddler who sold simple potions so he grabbed his staff and followed at a distance he was comfortable with and stared harshly as he moved. He kept a scrying spell at his ready in case he heard any noise. That half-elf with the katana was strange in more than just his actions and his divinations had not in the slightest way revealed anything about him, something he hated more than anything. It made him feel so insecure and weak, something few Red Wizards liked to think. He would have to use more Mundane methods to find about him.

As Malsar followed the two, he felt a snag on his long robe. he looked down and saw a dagger grabbing his robe. Growling, he picked up the dagger and moved to throw it away, but he saw a dark glint that gave off the image of dark light. he moved to examine it and saw the word "Half-Elf" imprinted in blood red letters near the tip. For reasons he did not know, and wished to find out, the words were glowing and giving an angry whispers in his undead mind. He felt a dark shadow go for his face and he threw the dagger down into a bowl. He threw down his mundane staff and pulled out what appeared to be an old, withered stick but the slightest blow would cause plague within the recipitent of its dire blows. Hew knew that this half-elf had earned some powerful enemies, and had just gained a powerful ally, himself.

"Enough of this worthless charade," he snarled to himself. " Let's see what this old dwarf knows that i Can't decipher

Rob-hin · Post by **Rob-hin** » Fri Dec 06, 2002 1:43 pm

With a big and heavy metal key Ambron opened the front door.
The door opened slowly without any sound at all, Ambon liked to keep his his house in good shape.
"Ya go in and make yer'self comfortable while I smoke me pipe outside, I must think.”

Yllidan looked at him and nodded.
“Fine young fella he is.” Ambron said to himself while he walked over to a small bench he made himself. It wasn’t pretty but it was comfortable enough. “Needs to buff up a bit though.”

He sat down, lit his pipe and tried to look back on recent events.
“Gilthanas…”

damien the 3rd · Post by **damien the 3rd** » Fri Dec 06, 2002 3:15 pm

Malsar approached the dwarf's house from the left, out of sight. he appeared to be muttering to himself, so the lich could not get anything the mundane way. He began muttering a detect thoughts spell at the dwarf...

Magus · Post by **Magus** » Sat Dec 07, 2002 1:36 am

Battle all around: low groans, the earth shaking. A huge hammer descending; he jumps out of the way. He slices out, the verbeeg falls to the ground. An axe from the left; he rolls aside. He hears his companions around him; the fight is desperate. Somebody rushes up to him, a wizard.

“Gil, let’s go! The way’s clear!”

He glances at himself. He is covered in blood, bright crimson intermingling freely with dull black wherever he looks. How much of it is his own, he can’t say.

“COME ON!” the man in front of him yells, tugging him forward by his free arm. He looks up, and steps back involuntarily. The man has no face. Revolted, he slashes out, gutting the aberration. The thing’s last words fill his ears. “I thought…we were…friends.” Suddenly he is thrown forward. The world is spinning. When it stops, he sees his back lying on the ground in front of him. It has no head. Everything is turning red, so red…

Gilthanas awoke with a start. He drew his katana and glanced around rapidly. Nothing. He gasped for breath. He realized he was covered in sweat. He looked around, calming himself. Everything was as it should be. He had stopped to rest at the edge of the forest, though the setup could hardly be called a camp. He had no fire; light attracted attention, and he could see well enough in the faint starlight. Likewise, he had no bedroll; he traveled light. It was a cold night by any standards; it had been a long winter, though it finally seemed to be relenting. Yet, for some reason, the cold didn’t bother him. Drawing his cloak about him was more than sufficient for his needs, even while sleeping.

He sheathed his weapon and sat back down against the tree, but sleep wouldn’t come. He left, drawing his new bow, becoming one with the night as he slipped deeper into the forest, silent and unseen.

Craig · Post by **Craig** » Sat Dec 07, 2002 5:04 am

"Have you beds for one more dwarf-friend?" Said Rojin sliping out of the shadows.

Arcane · Post by **Arcane** » Sat Dec 07, 2002 12:50 pm

Yllidan smiled at Ambron's cosy house. This was something he would have liked to get once he settles down. Yllidan gingerly flexed his shoulder and was amazed that the pain was gone.

Looking around him, he saw two heavilly upholstered chairs, one for Ambron and one for his guests, right up against the wall, facing a hearth. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Yllidan foolishly jumped once, twice, hoisted himself up against the seat of the chair and pulled himself up.

His feet dangled.

With a sigh, he began his nightly meditations, about magic, about anything.

Magic...? There was a magical presence here, not him.

He could feel it.

Outer-planar, yes.

And something else, more sinister.

Dark.
Dank.
Deadly.

Jumping from the chair, he began scrying. Beginning in the actual house, there was nothing, save him. Extending his range beyond to the outside, he felt something.

Opening the door (which was almost too high for him) Yllidan ran out, to a surprised Ambron.

"Something's are here..."

Rob-hin · Post by **Rob-hin** » Sat Dec 07, 2002 3:53 pm

"Have you beds for one more dwarf-friend?"

At first it was as if Ambron didn't hear the question, he kept on looking upwards to the sky.
After a couple of seconds he dropped his gaze down from the sky and looked at the man in front of him, he had seen him before; in the Green Griffon.

Just as he wanted to answer, Yllidan came rushing outside. "Something's are here..."

Faster then he had realised Ambron stood up from his bench unsure what to expect; surely Yllidan wouldn't get excided over nothing so it must be serious.

"What is it? Is it ... him? No... that wouldn't make sense."

damien the 3rd · Post by **damien the 3rd** » Sat Dec 07, 2002 4:21 pm

Malsar saw the group speak in worried voices amongdt themselves . he tightened his hoos and prepared a web spell, just in case. be a good time to make my leave, he thought to himself, and began to slowly crawl away..

Craig · Post by **Craig** » Sun Dec 08, 2002 3:35 pm

Rojin glanced around, trying to to make himself a target, not moving his head. The halfling seemed not to have such thoughts, but still the little fellow wasn't shouting, like someone he saw back in amn do. That one didn't last.

damien the 3rd · Post by **damien the 3rd** » Sun Dec 08, 2002 7:48 pm

Malsar was able to crawl away without being noticed so he was able to stand up and began to walk away; slowly, as he woiuld be less likely noticed. he looked back and saw the group alert and ready. by Kossuth, he prayed, i hope they dont see me. He had detected that the half-lf, called Gilthanas, had went out of the town. he'd find more about this mysterious mortal and his sword the direct way. and hopefully he wouldnt be in his phylactery before the search began.

Arcane · Post by **Arcane** » Mon Dec 09, 2002 11:59 am

Yllidan looked around him and saw a shadow creeping away. Coming to the conclusion that it was just the night's stress and his sleepiness, he turned away from the shadow and looked at the new comer, asking for a place to stay.

Yllidan blinked twice and looked at Ambron.

"Nothing...I sensed something, but for later."

Ambron nodded and turned toward the new comer, he had seen him before on the way to the Griffin.

damien the 3rd · Post by **damien the 3rd** » Mon Dec 09, 2002 7:03 pm

back at his hut, Malsar gathered his items. His phylactery, some scrolls of identify, a wand of detecting secret doors, four books on each of the elemental planes(his most prized posessions), and his familiars head. Malsar reflected on this humorous story. During his imprisonment on the plane of water, his familiar's(a rather large bat, especcially his head)body was detachted from his head. he was still alive, but barely, and had to be put in a sealed jar of preservative fluid.

you're thinking on my disability again

"Know why do you think that."

We are linked. This is our connection.

"you're also just a head"

never mind. let us just go. I am just as intrigued about this katana as you are.

"you know, Infernus, sometimes i think i would be better off had i just left your head and kept your body."

placing his possessions in a long burlap sack, Malsar and Infernus left the tiny hut. he looked back one more time at the dwarf's house to make sure he was not being followed, and mad his way to the half elf and his katana