Hrmmph. No new Reviews, ah well, I'll just blabber on for a couple
more chapters and if I don't get a review or so I'll go write it out on
paper and archive in that little portion of my brain I may call on whenever
I DM for others. Also, the 1 review I got for my Card Idea in MTG site was
taken to heart and I'm taking it off the site. If I can convince a friend
to let me on his site to post it and its continuance I may give the site
address later. anyways, time for some action!
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The Vargouilles darted back and forth in front of the party for a few minutes before initiating the attack. There were five of them at first estimate, but Sethor knew that there would be more should any of them escape to warn the rest of the flock.
Sethor ducked in his saddle as a Varg charged towards him, nearly grazing the top of his head. He stood raised, and turned around to the best of his ability. The Varg was right in front of his face, teeth bared as it grinned from ear to ear. A slim, fast moving object came in from the corner of Sethor's vision, piercing the Vargouille and skewering it on a nearby tree. Sethor drew his rapier, and turned towards the rest of the party. Striosis was standing on top of his horse, fighting off two Vargs with his hands and feet, knocking them down only to have them bounce right back off the ground. Relevon was reloading his crossbow, looking around erratically for the missing Vargouilles.
Sethor saw one of the missing Vargs float slowly down behind Relevon, making no noise to alert its intended target. Relevon continued to fiddle with his crossbow, obviously unaware of the blood sucking fiend behind him. Sethor screwed up his courage, made sure he was firm in the saddle, and kicked the flank of his horse to make it run.
Relevon noticed Sethor riding swiftly towards him, a look of determination on his face and his rapier drawn. He watched as Striosis kicked a Varg flat in the face, and as the Varg rolled along the ground until it was positioned directly in front of Sethor. He reached forward, yelling for Sethor; bending low in his saddle should he need to close his eyes at the nasty and likely fatal fall.
Sethor watched as the very surprised looking Vargouille flung itself over Relevon the second after he ducked, and sped along towards Sethor. Sethor let out a cry as he deftly skewered the Vargouille, causing the creature to emit a loud shriek, and then fall silent. Unfortunately the horse then hit the head on the ground, causing Sethor to lose his grip and go flying over the horses' head and onto the forest floor. He stared up into the air only to notice the final Vargouille surveying the scene, and disappear into the canopy. Sethor heard something hit the ground next to him and turned his head to see what it was.
The other Vargouille Striosis had been fighting now lay barely a meter in front of Sethor, its eyes closed and thick blood oozing slowly from its eyes and mouth. He got up quickly, startled by the appearance of the creature. He breathed quickly, and walked over to his horse to inspect it. The horse appeared alright, but that was now the least of their problems.
"Let us get moving gentlemen, that last bastard stayed out of our reach and left to get more. We need to get out of this darkness before they get back."
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"This would be the place."
"Why did you let me live? I thought I failed your test?"
"You only did poorly, I should have suspected their would not be any more true high bloods anymore."
"This is a temple of Nerull!"
"Indeed it is, keep moving."
"But, NO! I don't want to go!"
Shereth grabbed Maier, his gloved hands gripping her tighter than she thought humanly possible. Maier thought the circulation to her hands was starting to be cut off.
"You're hurting me."
"Maybe that will get you to stop your incessant talking."
They both went into the darkness of the temple. The sounds of the celebration outside died as soon as they crossed the threshold. Maier saw the celebration of the scythe as nightmarish as she predicted, with Necromancers outside selling their undead as slaves and hideous sacrifices being performed in all manners. Maier wondered what kind of corrupt government would allow such practices to flourish and damned them to the hell they belonged to.
"Good, are you sure all the Clerics are dead?"
"Yes priest, they are."
Maier stopped to look at this lady that met them just inside the boundaries of the temple. Her lips were full and violet, her elf skin was as dark as the night outside.
"Meet Ballea, Il'Laquar's chosen Assassin."
Ballea bowed, her long flowing clothing stretching around her like an ancient web.
"Unfortunately I could not extract the location of the Dwarven Rune. It seems not even the High Priest of the temple knew of its existence."
"Sad state of affairs. Has your bodyguard gone into the catacombs below to find it then?"
"Yes, Brutus is down there, shall we join him?"
Shereth dragged Maier forward, towards a statue of Nerull.
"I warn you that I have not had a chance to remove ANY of the traps."
"Come then, we will need your help."
"As you wish, I will send Brutus back up should we find him."
Shereth dragged Maier through an Illusion covering the portal into the catacombs, revealing the passageway for barely a moment. Bellea watched as Shereth disappeared into the dark, shrugged her shoulders, and followed him into the madness beyond.
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The Vargouilles darted back and forth in front of the party for a few minutes before initiating the attack. There were five of them at first estimate, but Sethor knew that there would be more should any of them escape to warn the rest of the flock.
Sethor ducked in his saddle as a Varg charged towards him, nearly grazing the top of his head. He stood raised, and turned around to the best of his ability. The Varg was right in front of his face, teeth bared as it grinned from ear to ear. A slim, fast moving object came in from the corner of Sethor's vision, piercing the Vargouille and skewering it on a nearby tree. Sethor drew his rapier, and turned towards the rest of the party. Striosis was standing on top of his horse, fighting off two Vargs with his hands and feet, knocking them down only to have them bounce right back off the ground. Relevon was reloading his crossbow, looking around erratically for the missing Vargouilles.
Sethor saw one of the missing Vargs float slowly down behind Relevon, making no noise to alert its intended target. Relevon continued to fiddle with his crossbow, obviously unaware of the blood sucking fiend behind him. Sethor screwed up his courage, made sure he was firm in the saddle, and kicked the flank of his horse to make it run.
Relevon noticed Sethor riding swiftly towards him, a look of determination on his face and his rapier drawn. He watched as Striosis kicked a Varg flat in the face, and as the Varg rolled along the ground until it was positioned directly in front of Sethor. He reached forward, yelling for Sethor; bending low in his saddle should he need to close his eyes at the nasty and likely fatal fall.
Sethor watched as the very surprised looking Vargouille flung itself over Relevon the second after he ducked, and sped along towards Sethor. Sethor let out a cry as he deftly skewered the Vargouille, causing the creature to emit a loud shriek, and then fall silent. Unfortunately the horse then hit the head on the ground, causing Sethor to lose his grip and go flying over the horses' head and onto the forest floor. He stared up into the air only to notice the final Vargouille surveying the scene, and disappear into the canopy. Sethor heard something hit the ground next to him and turned his head to see what it was.
The other Vargouille Striosis had been fighting now lay barely a meter in front of Sethor, its eyes closed and thick blood oozing slowly from its eyes and mouth. He got up quickly, startled by the appearance of the creature. He breathed quickly, and walked over to his horse to inspect it. The horse appeared alright, but that was now the least of their problems.
"Let us get moving gentlemen, that last bastard stayed out of our reach and left to get more. We need to get out of this darkness before they get back."
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"This would be the place."
"Why did you let me live? I thought I failed your test?"
"You only did poorly, I should have suspected their would not be any more true high bloods anymore."
"This is a temple of Nerull!"
"Indeed it is, keep moving."
"But, NO! I don't want to go!"
Shereth grabbed Maier, his gloved hands gripping her tighter than she thought humanly possible. Maier thought the circulation to her hands was starting to be cut off.
"You're hurting me."
"Maybe that will get you to stop your incessant talking."
They both went into the darkness of the temple. The sounds of the celebration outside died as soon as they crossed the threshold. Maier saw the celebration of the scythe as nightmarish as she predicted, with Necromancers outside selling their undead as slaves and hideous sacrifices being performed in all manners. Maier wondered what kind of corrupt government would allow such practices to flourish and damned them to the hell they belonged to.
"Good, are you sure all the Clerics are dead?"
"Yes priest, they are."
Maier stopped to look at this lady that met them just inside the boundaries of the temple. Her lips were full and violet, her elf skin was as dark as the night outside.
"Meet Ballea, Il'Laquar's chosen Assassin."
Ballea bowed, her long flowing clothing stretching around her like an ancient web.
"Unfortunately I could not extract the location of the Dwarven Rune. It seems not even the High Priest of the temple knew of its existence."
"Sad state of affairs. Has your bodyguard gone into the catacombs below to find it then?"
"Yes, Brutus is down there, shall we join him?"
Shereth dragged Maier forward, towards a statue of Nerull.
"I warn you that I have not had a chance to remove ANY of the traps."
"Come then, we will need your help."
"As you wish, I will send Brutus back up should we find him."
Shereth dragged Maier through an Illusion covering the portal into the catacombs, revealing the passageway for barely a moment. Bellea watched as Shereth disappeared into the dark, shrugged her shoulders, and followed him into the madness beyond.