Can't you feel the tension mounting? By the way, Technical Note:
Oops, Vargouilles have wings! Eek forgot and just had those levitating, ah
well, just pretend. (Suddenly the DM pops out from behind a tree and glues
wings to the Vargouilles. The Vargouilles bites the DM; the DM smacks the
heck out of the Vargouilles for leaving home without his wings.)
After this chapter, I need a quick break, so I'm putting up another characters sheet! (Yes, I do technically have every characters sheet already made, including Shereths. But you are going to have to be VERY devoted readers in order to get that far by sending in reviews)
One more thing (I feel like I'm giving a speech here), if you use any materials from this story in your own games, please do so! I just ask that you tell me, that way I can feel all warm and fuzzy inside for sharing the story with everyone here. Also, if anyone draws the characters presented here, please tell me, I would love to see them simply to ogle over the amazing artwork. ************************************************************************
Bellea watched the Minotaur pace around in the corridor in front of her. It seemed anxious about something, and she didn't know what.
"Grump, Grethnal le bes shorlea?"
"Shush Brutus, I'm working here."
The Half-Ogre simply stood there dumbfounded, watching lazily as its mistress took a dart out of her satchel. She pressed two fingers to her full lips, kissing them delicately. A lime green vapor passed from her lips to her fingers, wrapping around them, misty tendrils dancing through the air. Bellea pressed the two fingers against the dart, and watched as they imbedded the dark magic into its surface; as the Mist burned the Magical Symbol for poison into the darts side.
Bellea leaned back over to peek into the room, and saw nothing.
The Minotaur was no longer there.
Bellea watched as Brutus fell to the ground beside her, a hulking Great axe sticking out of the small of his back. She jumped into the room she had previously been watching just as the Minotaur's horns connected with the wall where she once stood, causing mortared bricks to fall from the roof. Dust and gravel filled the air as the avalanche of stone stopped, leaving Bellea and the Minotaur alone together in the now sealed room.
"I suppose you were waiting for me to turn my back?"
Bellea brought her hands out to her sides, completely unarmed, her Drow eyes scanning the darkness for her next move. She turned around, waiting for the inevitable conclusion. She heard the Minotaur scream as the toxins in the dart took affect, and felt the floor shake slightly as the Minotaur fell to its knees. What she didn't imagine was that Brutus was just now crawling up the Minotaur's back, looking for a place to enter.
When the Minotaur's wails of pain changed to screams of panic, Bellea turned around just in time to see the large scorpion-like creature imbed itself into the creature's neck. The sick sounds the process created made Bellea nauseous; the crunching noise as it tore through muscles and snapped the spinal cord in order to insert itself.
"What the hell are you doing? I just infected that thing with Pershonlire!"
The Minotaur's mouth moved sluggishly, but ineffectively. A mental cry of victory rang out in Bellea's mind.
'I have triumphed Bellea! I have taken control of the Minotaur's body as its brain died. This body is mine!'
Bellea shook her head, Brutus could be so idiotic about getting a body of his own, but this time he almost crossed the line. If the Pershonlire had infected him.
Bellea didn't know what she would do if she lost him, and the people he represented.
"Now too find a way out of here. We have made Shereth wait too long, and he may not be happy with us if we don't make good time."
Brutus cried out weakly from his new body.
'It will be awhile before I have full control.'
"Great, just great."
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The Seraphim Forest was fast growing old by the time Sethor could see moonlight. They had been chased by those flying beasts ever since they encountered the one group. Sethor was hoping for dawn to come soon as they drew closer to Gilleston, but it never did. It was a perpetual midnight, an omen Sethor didn't need. Then it hit him.
"Relevon, what is today's date?"
"Thirteenth moon of the Thirteenth Month."
"Shit, it's the festival of the Scythe"
Sethor did not look behind him as he brought his horse into a full gallop, the road before him clearly illuminated from the full moon. He had wandered about for too long in his journey, and now it may be too late. He cursed at the moon, and no longer wished for the sun to arise, knowing the pain it might bring him.
After this chapter, I need a quick break, so I'm putting up another characters sheet! (Yes, I do technically have every characters sheet already made, including Shereths. But you are going to have to be VERY devoted readers in order to get that far by sending in reviews)
One more thing (I feel like I'm giving a speech here), if you use any materials from this story in your own games, please do so! I just ask that you tell me, that way I can feel all warm and fuzzy inside for sharing the story with everyone here. Also, if anyone draws the characters presented here, please tell me, I would love to see them simply to ogle over the amazing artwork. ************************************************************************
Bellea watched the Minotaur pace around in the corridor in front of her. It seemed anxious about something, and she didn't know what.
"Grump, Grethnal le bes shorlea?"
"Shush Brutus, I'm working here."
The Half-Ogre simply stood there dumbfounded, watching lazily as its mistress took a dart out of her satchel. She pressed two fingers to her full lips, kissing them delicately. A lime green vapor passed from her lips to her fingers, wrapping around them, misty tendrils dancing through the air. Bellea pressed the two fingers against the dart, and watched as they imbedded the dark magic into its surface; as the Mist burned the Magical Symbol for poison into the darts side.
Bellea leaned back over to peek into the room, and saw nothing.
The Minotaur was no longer there.
Bellea watched as Brutus fell to the ground beside her, a hulking Great axe sticking out of the small of his back. She jumped into the room she had previously been watching just as the Minotaur's horns connected with the wall where she once stood, causing mortared bricks to fall from the roof. Dust and gravel filled the air as the avalanche of stone stopped, leaving Bellea and the Minotaur alone together in the now sealed room.
"I suppose you were waiting for me to turn my back?"
Bellea brought her hands out to her sides, completely unarmed, her Drow eyes scanning the darkness for her next move. She turned around, waiting for the inevitable conclusion. She heard the Minotaur scream as the toxins in the dart took affect, and felt the floor shake slightly as the Minotaur fell to its knees. What she didn't imagine was that Brutus was just now crawling up the Minotaur's back, looking for a place to enter.
When the Minotaur's wails of pain changed to screams of panic, Bellea turned around just in time to see the large scorpion-like creature imbed itself into the creature's neck. The sick sounds the process created made Bellea nauseous; the crunching noise as it tore through muscles and snapped the spinal cord in order to insert itself.
"What the hell are you doing? I just infected that thing with Pershonlire!"
The Minotaur's mouth moved sluggishly, but ineffectively. A mental cry of victory rang out in Bellea's mind.
'I have triumphed Bellea! I have taken control of the Minotaur's body as its brain died. This body is mine!'
Bellea shook her head, Brutus could be so idiotic about getting a body of his own, but this time he almost crossed the line. If the Pershonlire had infected him.
Bellea didn't know what she would do if she lost him, and the people he represented.
"Now too find a way out of here. We have made Shereth wait too long, and he may not be happy with us if we don't make good time."
Brutus cried out weakly from his new body.
'It will be awhile before I have full control.'
"Great, just great."
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The Seraphim Forest was fast growing old by the time Sethor could see moonlight. They had been chased by those flying beasts ever since they encountered the one group. Sethor was hoping for dawn to come soon as they drew closer to Gilleston, but it never did. It was a perpetual midnight, an omen Sethor didn't need. Then it hit him.
"Relevon, what is today's date?"
"Thirteenth moon of the Thirteenth Month."
"Shit, it's the festival of the Scythe"
Sethor did not look behind him as he brought his horse into a full gallop, the road before him clearly illuminated from the full moon. He had wandered about for too long in his journey, and now it may be too late. He cursed at the moon, and no longer wished for the sun to arise, knowing the pain it might bring him.