Nenam hit the ground, rather hard, in fact. Then Whizbang landed on top of
him. The plucky little Gnome ran away from the wizard platform, trying not
to get landed on by Mayong.
The vampire hit the searing hot granite, and instantly reacted badly to the hot desert sun. He froze in the natural light, giving Whiz just enough time to land a massive fireball on him. Mayong was no more.
Nenam jumped to his feet just in time to see Mayong become part of the terrain. "How on Norrath did you land a spell like that?!" He yelled as he ran to the stunty wizard. "Simple," Whiz said, "Vampires don't like the sun. I knew he would freeze up like that, and the rest, as they say, is history." "Where....are we?" Nenam asked, disoriented by the heat. "The Southern Desert of Ro. We are going to head to the Oasis to get us a spectre."
The Oasis was a popular place for the younger adventurers. The place crawls with Orcs and alligators of all sorts. What interested Whizbang and Nenam was the lake in the middle of the area. There was an island in the middle of the lake, on which there was a tower.
Spectre D'Veer looked out over the lake. He hated the living things. They were so....lively. He was the leader of this island, bound her for all time by Innoruuk as punishment for falling in battle. He used to be General D'Veer, head Shadowknight of the 1st regiment of Neriak. Neriak was his home, and he died defending it. Now, he was Spectre D'Veer of the Oasis.
Whizbang peered through his telescopic eye patch at the island. He saw the lesser spectres floating about the island, with their skull-masks and scythes that were at least 4 times his height. "Well, this will be fun." quipped the wizard as he clicked the eye patch back to normal. "Fun? How are we going to get a robe off of one of those spectres??" asked Nenam. "That's the fun part, you see, we can't use a robe from the lesser spectres. Only a chief spectre's robe will do. See that one at the top of the tower? That's the one we need." Nenam gazed into the tower, which was no hard task with his keen eyesight. There was the chief spectre, at the top. "Why don't you just blow up the whole island?" He asked. "Because if I did that, there would be no robe, now would there?" Answered Whizbang.
The answer came all on its own. A young adventurer swam across the lake, alone, and unprotected. Instantly, all of the spectres chased after the poor soul, except for D'Veer. The lesser spectres could leave the island, which they did. D'Veer floated in his tower and watched. Alone.
"Well. That was unexpected," Nenam said as the spectres chased the younger human. "Shall we?" The brave duo swam across the lake to the island. As they scaled the walls, Nenam felt the power of Innoruuk flowing around him. The last time he felt this power, he lost her....Chioke.......the girl Nenam was here to rescue. He wondered where she was, how Whizbang knew, and if she was ok.
D'Veer sniffed the air. He smelt flesh....living things. He picked up his scythe as floated down to the ground outside his tower. He saw them, a puny Elf-thing and a stunty Gnome. "Who are you, and what are you doing on my island?!" He boomed to the pair. The small one spoke first; "We're here to get your robe, hope you don't mind us." "You will die, as many have done, in the name of Innoruuk!" D'Veer boomed at them as he launched himself at the Elf-thing.
Nenam was surprised the spectre could move that fast. So surprised that he didn't even try to block its hand as it went for his throat. Almost instantly, Nenam was being held face-to-face with D'Veer, the skeletal hand around his throat and holding him 4 feet off the ground. At the same time, D'Veer swung the blunt end of his scythe at Whizbang. The very large weapon hit the tiny wizard in the chest, and sent him flying across the island, where he hit the ground and laid there, sprawled in the dust.
"Now, your soul is MINE!" D'Veer growled into Nenam's face.
The vampire hit the searing hot granite, and instantly reacted badly to the hot desert sun. He froze in the natural light, giving Whiz just enough time to land a massive fireball on him. Mayong was no more.
Nenam jumped to his feet just in time to see Mayong become part of the terrain. "How on Norrath did you land a spell like that?!" He yelled as he ran to the stunty wizard. "Simple," Whiz said, "Vampires don't like the sun. I knew he would freeze up like that, and the rest, as they say, is history." "Where....are we?" Nenam asked, disoriented by the heat. "The Southern Desert of Ro. We are going to head to the Oasis to get us a spectre."
The Oasis was a popular place for the younger adventurers. The place crawls with Orcs and alligators of all sorts. What interested Whizbang and Nenam was the lake in the middle of the area. There was an island in the middle of the lake, on which there was a tower.
Spectre D'Veer looked out over the lake. He hated the living things. They were so....lively. He was the leader of this island, bound her for all time by Innoruuk as punishment for falling in battle. He used to be General D'Veer, head Shadowknight of the 1st regiment of Neriak. Neriak was his home, and he died defending it. Now, he was Spectre D'Veer of the Oasis.
Whizbang peered through his telescopic eye patch at the island. He saw the lesser spectres floating about the island, with their skull-masks and scythes that were at least 4 times his height. "Well, this will be fun." quipped the wizard as he clicked the eye patch back to normal. "Fun? How are we going to get a robe off of one of those spectres??" asked Nenam. "That's the fun part, you see, we can't use a robe from the lesser spectres. Only a chief spectre's robe will do. See that one at the top of the tower? That's the one we need." Nenam gazed into the tower, which was no hard task with his keen eyesight. There was the chief spectre, at the top. "Why don't you just blow up the whole island?" He asked. "Because if I did that, there would be no robe, now would there?" Answered Whizbang.
The answer came all on its own. A young adventurer swam across the lake, alone, and unprotected. Instantly, all of the spectres chased after the poor soul, except for D'Veer. The lesser spectres could leave the island, which they did. D'Veer floated in his tower and watched. Alone.
"Well. That was unexpected," Nenam said as the spectres chased the younger human. "Shall we?" The brave duo swam across the lake to the island. As they scaled the walls, Nenam felt the power of Innoruuk flowing around him. The last time he felt this power, he lost her....Chioke.......the girl Nenam was here to rescue. He wondered where she was, how Whizbang knew, and if she was ok.
D'Veer sniffed the air. He smelt flesh....living things. He picked up his scythe as floated down to the ground outside his tower. He saw them, a puny Elf-thing and a stunty Gnome. "Who are you, and what are you doing on my island?!" He boomed to the pair. The small one spoke first; "We're here to get your robe, hope you don't mind us." "You will die, as many have done, in the name of Innoruuk!" D'Veer boomed at them as he launched himself at the Elf-thing.
Nenam was surprised the spectre could move that fast. So surprised that he didn't even try to block its hand as it went for his throat. Almost instantly, Nenam was being held face-to-face with D'Veer, the skeletal hand around his throat and holding him 4 feet off the ground. At the same time, D'Veer swung the blunt end of his scythe at Whizbang. The very large weapon hit the tiny wizard in the chest, and sent him flying across the island, where he hit the ground and laid there, sprawled in the dust.
"Now, your soul is MINE!" D'Veer growled into Nenam's face.