Please Read
Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2001 2:47 pm
Hear follows a small part of a story I want to write. Could people tell me what they think and whether it's worth carrying on (I've go some good ideas [some of this was taken from BG1 and 2])
Thanks
Holy Blades
Connavar dragged the vampire from the crypt out into the sunlight and watched the body burn into oblivion. He could feel the taint of evil emanating from the doorway. Connavar called for the Holy Might of his God, Torm, to flow through his body. He instantly felt his strength rejuvenated and his body cleansed of all the foul toxins and poisons from the evil talons of the vampires and ghouls. He just had to brave the door one last time to take on the master vampire, he could feel the foul aura of this creature through 3 layers of crypt.
“By Torm this stench is pervading” he uttered to his trusty friend and mentor Keldorn.
“Aye, tis true. There is a foul aura in this area”
With a simple nod to each other the two walked shoulder by shoulder down to the last level of the crypt.
There was just one large and ornate door between the two Holy Warriors and the epitome of evil. The ornate coat of arms and suits of armour from long times ago provided a corridor to the door. Suddenly the armour erupted with the sound of moans and creaking as they lurched towards the two warriors. Instantly Keldorn, the older of the two roared a battlecry to Torm and waded into melee combat. Connavar on the other hand noticed the the magical flames of his opponents blade and requested to Torm for a dispel magic spell. The casting complete an aura of magic exploded from Connavar and the blades of his attackers had disappeared.
All that was required now was a simple slaying of the magical beasts. As Connavar drew his two-handed sword he could feel the small enchantment activate. In the service of his God he would not feel the nature of fear due to this blade given to him by Keldorn. He threw his shoulder into the nearest opponent stopping a knockout punch to Keldorn. With a simple nod Kedorn swang his blade taking the head clean off his stalker opponent. With two enemies left a simple death blow was called for.
After the final stalker was no more a mage and his magical construct emerged from the doorway behind the two warriors. With a mere glance from the wizard the construct ran towards the door and took it off its hinges. The rapid influx of air caused the fouls stench of blood and carrion to exude from the room. Connavar could see a pool of blood in the corner of his eyes, he walked up to it and emptied a vial of holy water into the pool. Now, surely the vampire would lose their powerful regenerative ability. The magical construct and it’s creator had left the area so leaving the two Paladin’s alone. They could see a room of spikes, no doubt trapped, with a store area in the middle. Keldorn this time had the idea of using magic. He called for the sight to see traps, he was, after all, an inquisitor. He felt the rejuvenation of his eyes and the improvement of his eyes immediately. Stepping lightly past the now obvious traps he went to the middle area and collected a mace. Passing it to his young companion he collected some more weapons left in the store area.
Connavar could feel the aura of this humble weapon and later wanted for a holy acolyte to identify it. He left it in his pack.
Finding some coffins, the two hammered the wooden stakes into the ‘hearts’ of these fell beasts.
“Surely these things are kin to demons” muttered Connavar mainly to himself.
“Why you don’t think we’re that bad do you hissed an apparition, “why not come down the stairs and find more out more about us”
Keldorn sliced his blade through nothing but air as the apparition had disappeared.
“I say we simply put an end to these beasts,” said Keldorn
“Aye, let it be done” agreed Connavar.
Stepping lightly down the stairs they came to another set of traps, more fiendish arrows have never been seen.
After Connavar had used one of his innate Paladin abilities, detect evil, he had an onrush of evil thoughts. The pysionic abilities of a mind flayer can be fatal to all but the most disciplined of minds. Staggered by this mental blow Connavar requested to rest for a minutes. He was a proud man and would not relent. He simply drank a drop of water reset his pack and walked on. Now the true aura of evil being could be felt and the two warriors castes protection from evil on each other.
Drawing their swords and kicking the doors down they were met with a sudden onrush of psychic backlash. They shrugged this debilitating effect off and screamed war cries in the name of Torm. The two vampires and three mind mind flayers had not expected this powerful resilience from two ‘simple’ humans. They had obviously not met two fanatic Paladins of Torm before.
Screaming into battle like wind the two Paladins flung themselves at what were ridiculous odds. They parried the vampires claws while trying to avoid the cruel tentacles of the mind flayers. After a wild backhand swing Connavar caught a flayer on the skull disrupting the psyionic link between the three flayers. This lessened the odds considerably as there was less energy needed to fend off mental attacks.
Throwing some holy water onto a vampires face Keldorn was able to remove one flayer from the fight with a cruel lunge into the chest. He felt one last mental whip and then the flayer was no more. This left the vampire with the holy water burning it’s face. With a beheading swing he could see the vampire go into a gaseous form. He would stake that later.
Meanwhile Connavar had destroyed one flayer and was left fighting a vampire and one last flayer. He had still not found the vampire that had spoken to him a floor above. He took a massive swing and embedded his sword through the vampires shoulder into it’s chest. It went into it’s gaseous form.
Keldorn, meanwhile had come up behind the last mind flayer and viciously took it’s head off. The fight was over. Finding the last two coffins, the forms were staked. A vampire that he had fought spoke to the two victorious warriors,
“I thank you for releasing me, I was forcibly turned into a vampire and now am free. The master vampire you seek is called Fusid, she is evil in the true sense of the word. She has retreated to her desert fortress, I will show you on your map. I have one last piece of advice. Only one of the holy blades may cut her skin. I bid you good hunting”
And with that he vanished in a burst of magical energy.
“Truly, if we wish to find this demon we shall need to find these blades. I shall research them and tell you more soon.”
They both exited the crypt and walked to the edge of the graveyard district of Athkatla in Amn.
On return to the Order of The Most Radiant Heart an inauguration was taken place. A new Paladin was to be brought to the Order. With the Prelate was the new Paladin. Watching the ceremony, the two warriors welcomed the new Paladin to the order with the rest of the Knights.
The ceremony complete, Prelate Wessalen requested Keldorn and Connavar to come to his duty office. He also requested the presence of Ajantis, the new Paladin.
On entering his office the Prelate removed his ceremonial armour and donned his regular clothes.
“Welcome, welcome. Sit down gentlemen. I have requested you here because I wish to see how you got on in the crypt”
Keldorn, the senior member always gets the opportunity to speak first. He explained the situation and the search for the blades that must commence.
“I see” said the Prelate, “ We must search for these blades. I understand a small bit of the legend of these blades and the power is immense. Only Paladins may wield these blades and so you must search for them. Research the locations Keldorn and I will grant you funds to get on with the search. Ajantis, I requested you to come because I wish you to accompany Connavar and Keldorn on their following missions. They will explain to you the honour of the Order”
“Aye, my lord. I shall do whatever required.”
“I grant you leave to rest, research and prepare, you may go.”
Thanks
Holy Blades
Connavar dragged the vampire from the crypt out into the sunlight and watched the body burn into oblivion. He could feel the taint of evil emanating from the doorway. Connavar called for the Holy Might of his God, Torm, to flow through his body. He instantly felt his strength rejuvenated and his body cleansed of all the foul toxins and poisons from the evil talons of the vampires and ghouls. He just had to brave the door one last time to take on the master vampire, he could feel the foul aura of this creature through 3 layers of crypt.
“By Torm this stench is pervading” he uttered to his trusty friend and mentor Keldorn.
“Aye, tis true. There is a foul aura in this area”
With a simple nod to each other the two walked shoulder by shoulder down to the last level of the crypt.
There was just one large and ornate door between the two Holy Warriors and the epitome of evil. The ornate coat of arms and suits of armour from long times ago provided a corridor to the door. Suddenly the armour erupted with the sound of moans and creaking as they lurched towards the two warriors. Instantly Keldorn, the older of the two roared a battlecry to Torm and waded into melee combat. Connavar on the other hand noticed the the magical flames of his opponents blade and requested to Torm for a dispel magic spell. The casting complete an aura of magic exploded from Connavar and the blades of his attackers had disappeared.
All that was required now was a simple slaying of the magical beasts. As Connavar drew his two-handed sword he could feel the small enchantment activate. In the service of his God he would not feel the nature of fear due to this blade given to him by Keldorn. He threw his shoulder into the nearest opponent stopping a knockout punch to Keldorn. With a simple nod Kedorn swang his blade taking the head clean off his stalker opponent. With two enemies left a simple death blow was called for.
After the final stalker was no more a mage and his magical construct emerged from the doorway behind the two warriors. With a mere glance from the wizard the construct ran towards the door and took it off its hinges. The rapid influx of air caused the fouls stench of blood and carrion to exude from the room. Connavar could see a pool of blood in the corner of his eyes, he walked up to it and emptied a vial of holy water into the pool. Now, surely the vampire would lose their powerful regenerative ability. The magical construct and it’s creator had left the area so leaving the two Paladin’s alone. They could see a room of spikes, no doubt trapped, with a store area in the middle. Keldorn this time had the idea of using magic. He called for the sight to see traps, he was, after all, an inquisitor. He felt the rejuvenation of his eyes and the improvement of his eyes immediately. Stepping lightly past the now obvious traps he went to the middle area and collected a mace. Passing it to his young companion he collected some more weapons left in the store area.
Connavar could feel the aura of this humble weapon and later wanted for a holy acolyte to identify it. He left it in his pack.
Finding some coffins, the two hammered the wooden stakes into the ‘hearts’ of these fell beasts.
“Surely these things are kin to demons” muttered Connavar mainly to himself.
“Why you don’t think we’re that bad do you hissed an apparition, “why not come down the stairs and find more out more about us”
Keldorn sliced his blade through nothing but air as the apparition had disappeared.
“I say we simply put an end to these beasts,” said Keldorn
“Aye, let it be done” agreed Connavar.
Stepping lightly down the stairs they came to another set of traps, more fiendish arrows have never been seen.
After Connavar had used one of his innate Paladin abilities, detect evil, he had an onrush of evil thoughts. The pysionic abilities of a mind flayer can be fatal to all but the most disciplined of minds. Staggered by this mental blow Connavar requested to rest for a minutes. He was a proud man and would not relent. He simply drank a drop of water reset his pack and walked on. Now the true aura of evil being could be felt and the two warriors castes protection from evil on each other.
Drawing their swords and kicking the doors down they were met with a sudden onrush of psychic backlash. They shrugged this debilitating effect off and screamed war cries in the name of Torm. The two vampires and three mind mind flayers had not expected this powerful resilience from two ‘simple’ humans. They had obviously not met two fanatic Paladins of Torm before.
Screaming into battle like wind the two Paladins flung themselves at what were ridiculous odds. They parried the vampires claws while trying to avoid the cruel tentacles of the mind flayers. After a wild backhand swing Connavar caught a flayer on the skull disrupting the psyionic link between the three flayers. This lessened the odds considerably as there was less energy needed to fend off mental attacks.
Throwing some holy water onto a vampires face Keldorn was able to remove one flayer from the fight with a cruel lunge into the chest. He felt one last mental whip and then the flayer was no more. This left the vampire with the holy water burning it’s face. With a beheading swing he could see the vampire go into a gaseous form. He would stake that later.
Meanwhile Connavar had destroyed one flayer and was left fighting a vampire and one last flayer. He had still not found the vampire that had spoken to him a floor above. He took a massive swing and embedded his sword through the vampires shoulder into it’s chest. It went into it’s gaseous form.
Keldorn, meanwhile had come up behind the last mind flayer and viciously took it’s head off. The fight was over. Finding the last two coffins, the forms were staked. A vampire that he had fought spoke to the two victorious warriors,
“I thank you for releasing me, I was forcibly turned into a vampire and now am free. The master vampire you seek is called Fusid, she is evil in the true sense of the word. She has retreated to her desert fortress, I will show you on your map. I have one last piece of advice. Only one of the holy blades may cut her skin. I bid you good hunting”
And with that he vanished in a burst of magical energy.
“Truly, if we wish to find this demon we shall need to find these blades. I shall research them and tell you more soon.”
They both exited the crypt and walked to the edge of the graveyard district of Athkatla in Amn.
On return to the Order of The Most Radiant Heart an inauguration was taken place. A new Paladin was to be brought to the Order. With the Prelate was the new Paladin. Watching the ceremony, the two warriors welcomed the new Paladin to the order with the rest of the Knights.
The ceremony complete, Prelate Wessalen requested Keldorn and Connavar to come to his duty office. He also requested the presence of Ajantis, the new Paladin.
On entering his office the Prelate removed his ceremonial armour and donned his regular clothes.
“Welcome, welcome. Sit down gentlemen. I have requested you here because I wish to see how you got on in the crypt”
Keldorn, the senior member always gets the opportunity to speak first. He explained the situation and the search for the blades that must commence.
“I see” said the Prelate, “ We must search for these blades. I understand a small bit of the legend of these blades and the power is immense. Only Paladins may wield these blades and so you must search for them. Research the locations Keldorn and I will grant you funds to get on with the search. Ajantis, I requested you to come because I wish you to accompany Connavar and Keldorn on their following missions. They will explain to you the honour of the Order”
“Aye, my lord. I shall do whatever required.”
“I grant you leave to rest, research and prepare, you may go.”
