Inside the cave entrance the party walks down a small, carved stone corridor. The frescoes on the walls have long since worn away, leaving little more than uneven bumps on the surface of the stone. After a mere two dozen paces the passageway fractures open, becoming a massive, darkling cave; the naturally formed space is a sudden contrast to worked stone of the entrance way. With stalactites, stalagmites and other forms of rock formation, the cave is a profusion of jumping shadows and it is from these shadows that the first ambush comes. Hobgoblins, archers and swordsmen in the main, leap from the shadows and heap their assault upon the companions.
Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly, weapons driving forward. Before either can land a strike however, the figure detonates a magical fire that sweeps out from its body in all directions. The explosive force consumes the retreating hobgoblins and drives Adamant and Jaheira backwards with a blast of scorching air. The tiger-like figure stands defiantly for a moment, then appears ready to strike at the fallen adventurers when it is suddenly transfixed by a volley of arrows from Nalia and Yoshimo’s short bows. The beast staggers to one knee and is swiftly dispatched by Anomen with a hammering blow from the Flail of Ages.
Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.
Jahiera too is alive, though substantially more burned. She suppresses a whimper of pain as she works herself up into a sitting position and begins to heal her own injuries. “Some potent mage craft, I would think,” she says through gritted teeth, in between healing spells.
“An excellent defensive trick,” observes Yoshimo. “As long as you don’t care about your allies’ wellbeing, of course!”
Nalia kneels over the creature’s dead body and then pulls a ring from one of its paw-like fingers. Holding the piece of jewellery up to the light, the bronze band and set red gem glow as thought they are hot from the fire’s blast, though the metal clearly causes Nalia no pain. “This is how it survived, I think,” she says to the others. They look to her to see if she will give any further explanation. She does not, instead putting the ring on her own finger and leaving the body where it is.
Anomen gives the tiger-creature’s sword a desultory kick. “Ruined by the flames,” he concludes, looking at the warped blade and melted hilt.
“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
“I wondered about that as well,” says Jaheira and Yoshimo nods to show that he too heard the creature’s puzzling words.
“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”
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The party comes to an open doorway and looking through they see a square room, the stone floor littered with broken furniture, bones and other debris. At the opposite end, the room is walled off with a heavy, latticed, wooden partition, with a set of double doors. Through the openings in the lattice the companions can see another room beyond, similar to this one. Down the two other sides are more lattice, though to the observant eye the wooden beams of these partitions seem stouter and more closely set. Adamant and Yoshimo poke their heads through the doorway and then duck back quickly.
“What does that look like to you?” asks Adamant.
“Like something beautiful that’s fallen on hard times?” Yoshimo answers with a wink. Adamant shakes his head with a wry smile.
“What do you think?” he asks the others. Each in turn pokes their head through the doorway to have a look. Jaheira has no answer to Adamant’s question and Nalia only shrugs.
“Those holes look a good deal like archer’s slits,” ventures Anomen. Adamant nods.
“A murder gallery,” concludes Adamant. “Archers down each side, victims in the middle. Who’s to wager that those doors are well and truly locked?”
“I have a spell that can open locked doors, even if they’re barred,” offers Nalia.
“Perhaps the ambush isn’t set,” says Yoshimo, optimistically.
“Let’s see, shall we,” suggests Adamant and he sprints straight out to the partition doorway, his armour clattering loudly. He almost reaches the door when the sound of a bowstring is heard for the first time. The arrow passes behind his body, thudding into the side of the gallery. Adamant strikes the door at full pelt. The partition shakes, but the door holds and he rebounds to sprint back the way he came. By the time he reaches safety with his companions, arrows are flying behind him like an angry swarm, though he manages to avoid being struck. “I’d say the trap is well and truly set!”
Jaheira scowls. From behind the gallery walls the sound of gruff laughter and course words can be heard.
“Orcish?” says Yoshimo, with one ear cocked to listen. “We might have known.”
“I also have a spell that renders people impervious to arrows, but…” Nalia says. “It only works on me.”
“Of only limited use then,” concludes Jaheira.
“One less person to worry about, though,” says Adamant cheerily. He seems almost light-hearted, as though contemplating a picnic rather than an ambush. “Let’s make this a straight charge. Nalia protects herself and gets the doors open, the rest of us look after ourselves and make the best time we can.”
The party prepares themselves for combat. Nalia, Anomen and Jaheira cloak themselves in magical protections of many kinds. Yoshimo tucks his shortbow in behind his quiver and draws his long, curved katana. Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.
With a cry to Helm from Anomen and an oath to the forces of nature from Jaheira, the companions surge into the murder gallery and the symphony of the bows begins again earnest. Nalia walks as calmly as she can to the doors, trying not to flinch as her protection from arrows deflects shaft after shaft. Standing at the locked portal, she begins her spell of opening.
About the dire space, the other four adventurers dance and weave, desperate to keep away the brutal orc shafts. Anomen and Jaheira use their shields to block the arrows and Yoshimo’s deft skill allows him to cut many of the fletched yards from the air with his katana’s blade. Adamant trusts to speed and power as best he can, even thrusting the Chaos Blade through the murder holes once, in the hope of claiming an orc archer, but fruitlessly.
Quite suddenly, Nalia ceased her arcane chanting and, reaching forth her right hand, knocked once sharply upon the doors. There was a loud thunking noise, like that of a wooden door beam sliding back and then the doors swung wide. With desperate cries, the companions thrust themselves through the doorway. The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
Looking down to the next set of doors, Adamant turns to Nalia with a hopeful look on his face. To his dismay she only shrugs. “I’ve only prepared one knock today,” she says.
Ducking arrows, Adamant looks to the others.
“Retreat?” asks Yoshimo. Adamant shakes his head. He taps Anomen on the shoulder.
“The time for cleverness is past, I think,” he says nodding at the still closed doors. “Are you up for some direct action.” A shaft passes Anomen and Jaheira’s face and nearly strikes Adamant on the shoulder, before impacting on the door lintel. As if persuaded by this lucky escape, Anomen smiles and nods. With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond. The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
Unwilling to Acquiesce – Part 34
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Posted 06 June 2003 - 08:54 AM
Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
Nice detail there, with the Rakshasa in evening dress.
Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.
LOL! Talk about understatement...
“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
“I wondered about that as well,” says Jaheira and Yoshimo nods to show that he too heard the creature’s puzzling words.
“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”
Oh yes...nice bit of foreshadowing there.
Quite suddenly, Nalia ceased her arcane chanting and, reaching forth her right hand, knocked once sharply upon the doors. There was a loud thunking noise, like that of a wooden door beam sliding back and then the doors swung wide. With desperate cries, the companions thrust themselves through the doorway. The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
Liked the battle scene too...
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
*grin* What a lovely swear word!
Evil Aerie: *frowns* Utterly disrespectful. I will have a word with *you* later, young man...
Laufey: Er...No One...you may want to hide for a bit. I've rammed her into a compartment of my brain and locked the door, but *she* knows the Knock spell too...
Rogues do it from behind.
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Missed a 'the' here?Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly
HehAdamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.
Hmm, they're really calm.“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”
2 points for the military man.“Those holes look a good deal like archer’s slits,” ventures Anomen. Adamant nods.
“Let’s see, shall we,” suggests Adamant and he sprints straight out to the partition doorway, his armour clattering loudly. He almost reaches the door when the sound of a bowstring is heard for the first time. The arrow passes behind his body, thudding into the side of the gallery. Adamant strikes the door at full pelt. The partition shakes, but the door holds and he rebounds to sprint back the way he came. By the time he reaches safety with his companions, arrows are flying behind him like an angry swarm, though he manages to avoid being struck. “I’d say the trap is well and truly set!”
Nice. Draw upon holy might?Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.
One minor glitch: you seem to have switched to past tense for some reason...?Quite suddenly, Nalia ceased her arcane chanting and, reaching forth her right hand, knocked once sharply upon the doors. There was a loud thunking noise, like that of a wooden door beam sliding back and then the doors swung wide. With desperate cries, the companions thrust themselves through the doorway. The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
...no, of course not. Who said that being a hero ever was an easy job?“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
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Posted 06 June 2003 - 08:50 PM
Inside the cave entrance the party walks down a small, carved stone corridor. The frescoes on the walls have long since worn away, leaving little more than uneven bumps on the surface of the stone. After a mere two dozen paces the passageway fractures open, becoming a massive, darkling cave; the naturally formed space is a sudden contrast to worked stone of the entrance way. With stalactites, stalagmites and other forms of rock formation, the cave is a profusion of jumping shadows and it is from these shadows that the first ambush comes. Hobgoblins, archers and swordsmen in the main, leap from the shadows and heap their assault upon the companions.
Nice description!
"darkling"? Not "dark'?
The tiger-like figure stands defiantly for a moment, then appears ready to strike at the fallen adventurers when it is suddenly transfixed by a volley of arrows from Nalia and Yoshimo’s short bows.
Anomen gives the tiger-creature’s sword a desultory kick. “Ruined by the flames,” he concludes, looking at the warped blade and melted hilt.
If the sword is ruined, with what was he going to strike them? Maybe you cound add "with his claws" or something like that.
Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.
I bet!
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
Nice swearing
It fits Faerunian atmosfere perfectly After all, a world is made up of thousands of little details.
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Posted 06 June 2003 - 10:59 PM
The Dread Pirate Roberts.
>>Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly, weapons driving forward. Before either can land a strike however, the figure detonates a magical fire that sweeps out from its body in all directions. The explosive force consumes the retreating hobgoblins and drives Adamant and Jaheira backwards with a blast of scorching air. The tiger-like figure stands defiantly for a moment, then appears ready to strike at the fallen adventurers when it is suddenly transfixed by a volley of arrows from Nalia and Yoshimo’s short bows. The beast staggers to one knee and is swiftly dispatched by Anomen with a hammering blow from the Flail of Ages.<<
Excellent how you both talked bout group tactics and then showed it.
>Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.<
Adrian: Exactly the sort of thing I would say.
>“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
“I wondered about that as well,” says Jaheira and Yoshimo nods to show that he too heard the creature’s puzzling words.
“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”<
I imagine Firkraag enjoys sentient meat.
>The party prepares themselves for combat. Nalia, Anomen and Jaheira cloak themselves in magical protections of many kinds. Yoshimo tucks his shortbow in behind his quiver and draws his long, curved katana. Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.<
*Adrian smiles knowingly*
>“The time for cleverness is past, I think,” he says nodding at the still closed doors. “Are you up for some direct action.” A shaft passes Anomen and Jaheira’s face and nearly strikes Adamant on the shoulder, before impacting on the door lintel. As if persuaded by this lucky escape, Anomen smiles and nods. With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond.<
The Adamant-Anomen parthership shows well here. I wonder if, before the end, they will at least temporarily team with Keldorn for a trifecta of shining amor?
>The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”<
>>Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly, weapons driving forward. Before either can land a strike however, the figure detonates a magical fire that sweeps out from its body in all directions. The explosive force consumes the retreating hobgoblins and drives Adamant and Jaheira backwards with a blast of scorching air. The tiger-like figure stands defiantly for a moment, then appears ready to strike at the fallen adventurers when it is suddenly transfixed by a volley of arrows from Nalia and Yoshimo’s short bows. The beast staggers to one knee and is swiftly dispatched by Anomen with a hammering blow from the Flail of Ages.<<
Excellent how you both talked bout group tactics and then showed it.
>Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.<
Adrian: Exactly the sort of thing I would say.
>“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
“I wondered about that as well,” says Jaheira and Yoshimo nods to show that he too heard the creature’s puzzling words.
“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”<
I imagine Firkraag enjoys sentient meat.
>The party prepares themselves for combat. Nalia, Anomen and Jaheira cloak themselves in magical protections of many kinds. Yoshimo tucks his shortbow in behind his quiver and draws his long, curved katana. Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.<
*Adrian smiles knowingly*
>“The time for cleverness is past, I think,” he says nodding at the still closed doors. “Are you up for some direct action.” A shaft passes Anomen and Jaheira’s face and nearly strikes Adamant on the shoulder, before impacting on the door lintel. As if persuaded by this lucky escape, Anomen smiles and nods. With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond.<
The Adamant-Anomen parthership shows well here. I wonder if, before the end, they will at least temporarily team with Keldorn for a trifecta of shining amor?
>The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”<
The road to the abyss may be paved with good intentions, but it is those with bad intentions that race down that road as fast as they can.
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Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.
LOL! Talk about understatement...
Understatement - an excellent form of self defense.
“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
“I wondered about that as well,” says Jaheira and Yoshimo nods to show that he too heard the creature’s puzzling words.
“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”
Oh yes...nice bit of foreshadowing there.
It's more fun if you set them up to go "D'oh!" when they find out the truth!
Quite suddenly, Nalia ceased her arcane chanting and, reaching forth her right hand, knocked once sharply upon the doors. There was a loud thunking noise, like that of a wooden door beam sliding back and then the doors swung wide. With desperate cries, the companions thrust themselves through the doorway. The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
Liked the battle scene too...
Thank you.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
*grin* What a lovely swear word!
Better than a contemporary vulgarity!
I'm always looking for "flavour" that gives the story greater depth.Evil Aerie: *frowns* Utterly disrespectful. I will have a word with *you* later, young man...
Laufey: Er...No One...you may want to hide for a bit. I've rammed her into a compartment of my brain and locked the door, but *she* knows the Knock spell too...
Oooh...the whine pigeon's out to get me. Help, I'm sooo scared!
Ah, on second thoughts, maybe I'll just hide. I hear Maztica's nice this time of year!
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Missed a 'the' here?Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly
That's what I get for not proofing.
Good pick up!Hmm, they're really calm.“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”
They've yet to meet a foe they couldn't take out. That will change in a short while.
2 points for the military man.“Those holes look a good deal like archer’s slits,” ventures Anomen. Adamant nods.
I'm aiming for soldiers rather than the barbaric berserker types. These guys aren't Minsc or Korgan, they're level headed professionals.
“Let’s see, shall we,” suggests Adamant and he sprints straight out to the partition doorway, his armour clattering loudly. He almost reaches the door when the sound of a bowstring is heard for the first time. The arrow passes behind his body, thudding into the side of the gallery. Adamant strikes the door at full pelt. The partition shakes, but the door holds and he rebounds to sprint back the way he came. By the time he reaches safety with his companions, arrows are flying behind him like an angry swarm, though he manages to avoid being struck. “I’d say the trap is well and truly set!”
Ah, about the professionalism... uh...never mind.
Nice. Draw upon holy might?Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.
That's the one - my favourite Bhaalspawn power.
One minor glitch: you seem to have switched to past tense for some reason...?Quite suddenly, Nalia ceased her arcane chanting and, reaching forth her right hand, knocked once sharply upon the doors. There was a loud thunking noise, like that of a wooden door beam sliding back and then the doors swung wide. With desperate cries, the companions thrust themselves through the doorway. The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
Lack of proof-reading again. Thanks for the pick up, I'll change that when I put this one onto the novellas forum - once I get that organised.
...no, of course not. Who said that being a hero ever was an easy job?“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
That's the way of it!
Thanks for reading, and putting up with my rushed writing.
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With stalactites, stalagmites and other forms of rock formation, the cave is a profusion of jumping shadows and it is from these shadows that the first ambush comes. Hobgoblins, archers and swordsmen in the main, leap from the shadows and heap their assault upon the companions.
Nice description!
"darkling"? Not "dark'?
Sounded cooler, I thought. :shrug:
The tiger-like figure stands defiantly for a moment, then appears ready to strike at the fallen adventurers when it is suddenly transfixed by a volley of arrows from Nalia and Yoshimo’s short bows.
Anomen gives the tiger-creature’s sword a desultory kick. “Ruined by the flames,” he concludes, looking at the warped blade and melted hilt.
If the sword is ruined, with what was he going to strike them? Maybe you cound add "with his claws" or something like that.
I hadn't thought of that. Good pick up. Although, the rakshasa may not have realised that its weapon was that badly damaged.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
Nice swearing
I agree entirely.
Thanks for posting.
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The Dread Pirate Roberts.
"It's possible pig; I might be bluffing!"
>>Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. ... beast staggers to one knee and is swiftly dispatched by Anomen with a hammering blow from the Flail of Ages.<<
Excellent how you both talked bout group tactics and then showed it.
Thank you.
>Adamant pushes himself up onto his elbows, his armour smouldering with heat, though the magic of it keeps him from harm. “Well that was unpleasant,” he says.<
Adrian: Exactly the sort of thing I would say.
It helps to keep a sense of humour during an adventure.
>“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
“I wondered about that as well,” says Jaheira and Yoshimo nods to show that he too heard the creature’s puzzling words.
“I imagine we’ll soon find out.”<
I imagine Firkraag enjoys sentient meat.
Do not trifle with dragons for though art crunchy and taste good with ketchup!
>With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond.<
The Adamant-Anomen parthership shows well here. I wonder if, before the end, they will at least temporarily team with Keldorn for a trifecta of shining amor?
I think even I would have trouble coping with that much stainless steel.
>The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”<
I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Thanks for commenting.
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Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
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Hobgoblin feast, with human as dessert.
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Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly, weapons driving forward. Before either can land a strike however, the figure detonates a magical fire that sweeps out from its body in all directions.
Boom Haha.
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“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
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Something very unpleasant.
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“Perhaps the ambush isn’t set,” says Yoshimo, optimistically.
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You wish.
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Jaheira scowls. From behind the gallery walls the sound of gruff laughter and course words can be heard.
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Nothing a little fireball can't fix.
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The party prepares themselves for combat. Nalia, Anomen and Jaheira cloak themselves in magical protections of many kinds. Yoshimo tucks his shortbow in behind his quiver and draws his long, curved katana. Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.
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Call upon holy might?
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Looking down to the next set of doors, Adamant turns to Nalia with a hopeful look on his face. To his dismay she only shrugs. “I’ve only prepared one knock today,” she says.
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Damn!
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“The time for cleverness is past, I think,” he says nodding at the still closed doors. “Are you up for some direct action.” A shaft passes Anomen and Jaheira’s face and nearly strikes Adamant on the shoulder, before impacting on the door lintel. As if persuaded by this lucky escape, Anomen smiles and nods. With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond. The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
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Here we go again.
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“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence.
What did she say?
“Are we ever to get a break?”[/quote]
Good story
Hunter
Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
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Hobgoblin feast, with human as dessert.
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Carried on by the momentum of battle, Jaheira and Adamant reach tiger-man swiftly, weapons driving forward. Before either can land a strike however, the figure detonates a magical fire that sweeps out from its body in all directions.
Boom Haha.
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“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
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Something very unpleasant.
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“Perhaps the ambush isn’t set,” says Yoshimo, optimistically.
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You wish.
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Jaheira scowls. From behind the gallery walls the sound of gruff laughter and course words can be heard.
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Nothing a little fireball can't fix.
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The party prepares themselves for combat. Nalia, Anomen and Jaheira cloak themselves in magical protections of many kinds. Yoshimo tucks his shortbow in behind his quiver and draws his long, curved katana. Adamant reaches within himself to the place where his heritage is locked away behind bars of will and self control. Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.
[/quote]
Call upon holy might?
[quote]
Looking down to the next set of doors, Adamant turns to Nalia with a hopeful look on his face. To his dismay she only shrugs. “I’ve only prepared one knock today,” she says.
[/quote]
Damn!
[quote]
“The time for cleverness is past, I think,” he says nodding at the still closed doors. “Are you up for some direct action.” A shaft passes Anomen and Jaheira’s face and nearly strikes Adamant on the shoulder, before impacting on the door lintel. As if persuaded by this lucky escape, Anomen smiles and nods. With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond. The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
[/quote]
Here we go again.[quote]
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence.
What did she say?
“Are we ever to get a break?”[/quote]
Good story
Hunter
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The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
Hobgoblin feast, with human as dessert.
that's one way of looking at it.
“What do you suppose it meant when it mentioned being ‘devoured by the master’?” muses Adamant.
Something very unpleasant.
Oh yes indeed.
Jaheira scowls. From behind the gallery walls the sound of gruff laughter and course words can be heard.
Nothing a little fireball can't fix.
You know I've never thought of doing that in the game - I guess because you're in the area with them.
Touching the darkness he awakens some of its power, but leaves it locked within. His body trembles as spiritual power floods his limbs; he is ready.
Call upon holy might?
That's the one.
Looking down to the next set of doors, Adamant turns to Nalia with a hopeful look on his face. To his dismay she only shrugs. “I’ve only prepared one knock today,” she says.
Damn!
Mages
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence.
What did she say?
It wasn't the sort of thing that polite noble girls should know how to say.
“Are we ever to get a break?”
Good story
Hunter
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Adamant’s companions respond with an efficiency grown from their recent battles. Supporting each other’s strengths, they give battle and all too swiftly put the hobgoblins to flight. As the grey skinned warriors flee into the shadows a growling voice can be heard cursing them for cowards. Pressing their advantage, the companions see a furry humanoid figure wearing an elegant salon-coat and a jaunty hat with a burgundy coloured feather stuck in it. The creature’s head is that of a tiger, and its fur is white and orange with black stripes. The strange being berates the fleeing hobgoblins, waving a longsword in the air and warning that the “master” will happily devour them for their cowardice.
Personally I find hobgoblins to be really cute! Can't say the same about rakshasa's, though...
Jahiera too is alive, though substantially more burned. She suppresses a whimper of pain as she works herself up into a sitting position and begins to heal her own injuries. “Some potent mage craft, I would think,” she says through gritted teeth, in between healing spells.
Pfew... I have a faint hope that your Jaheira isn't going to be an addittion to the steadily rising toll of dead Jaheira's here on The Attic...
Nalia kneels over the creature’s dead body and then pulls a ring from one of its paw-like fingers. Holding the piece of jewellery up to the light, the bronze band and set red gem glow as thought they are hot from the fire’s blast, though the metal clearly causes Nalia no pain. “This is how it survived, I think,” she says to the others. They look to her to see if she will give any further explanation. She does not, instead putting the ring on her own finger and leaving the body where it is.
Heh, won't a frontline fighter benefit more from that ring? Selfish little noble...
“Those holes look a good deal like archer’s slits,” ventures Anomen. Adamant nods.
“A murder gallery,” concludes Adamant. “Archers down each side, victims in the middle. Who’s to wager that those doors are well and truly locked?”
Glad they managed to figure it out in a 'not-the-hard-way'...
“Perhaps the ambush isn’t set,” says Yoshimo, optimistically.
“Let’s see, shall we,” suggests Adamant and he sprints straight out to the partition doorway, his armour clattering loudly. He almost reaches the door when the sound of a bowstring is heard for the first time. The arrow passes behind his body, thudding into the side of the gallery. Adamant strikes the door at full pelt. The partition shakes, but the door holds and he rebounds to sprint back the way he came. By the time he reaches safety with his companions, arrows are flying behind him like an angry swarm, though he manages to avoid being struck. “I’d say the trap is well and truly set!”
Oh, dear... he's doing to be yelled at for pulling such stunts!
About the dire space, the other four adventurers dance and weave, desperate to keep away the brutal orc shafts. Anomen and Jaheira use their shields to block the arrows and Yoshimo’s deft skill allows him to cut many of the fletched yards from the air with his katana’s blade. Adamant trusts to speed and power as best he can, even thrusting the Chaos Blade through the murder holes once, in the hope of claiming an orc archer, but fruitlessly.
Not much they can do but wait until those trapdoors are opened...
Quite suddenly, Nalia ceased her arcane chanting and, reaching forth her right hand, knocked once sharply upon the doors. There was a loud thunking noise, like that of a wooden door beam sliding back and then the doors swung wide. With desperate cries, the companions thrust themselves through the doorway. The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
I notice that you went to past tense instead of present at the start of this chapter - unintentional? I have increasing problems with this myself...
Looking down to the next set of doors, Adamant turns to Nalia with a hopeful look on his face. To his dismay she only shrugs. “I’ve only prepared one knock today,” she says.
Hey, can't Yoshi do something about it???
“The time for cleverness is past, I think,” he says nodding at the still closed doors. “Are you up for some direct action.” A shaft passes Anomen and Jaheira’s face and nearly strikes Adamant on the shoulder, before impacting on the door lintel. As if persuaded by this lucky escape, Anomen smiles and nods. With roaring cries, he and Adamant charge headlong at the second set of doors, throwing themselves bodily into the wooden planks. Their combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond. The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
Oh, dear... but think of the bright side - if you were to go to Windspear later, you would now be facing an Adamantite one...
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
ROFLMAO!
What a sweet ending!
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Personally I find hobgoblins to be really cute! Can't say the same about rakshasa's, though...
Ah, this is obviously some use of the word cute that I have previously been unfamiliar with.
I think their ugly as sin.
Jahiera too is alive, though substantially more burned. She suppresses a whimper of pain as she works herself up into a sitting position and begins to heal her own injuries. “Some potent mage craft, I would think,” she says through gritted teeth, in between healing spells.
Pfew... I have a faint hope that your Jaheira isn't going to be an addittion to the steadily rising toll of dead Jaheira's here on The Attic...
No need to faint.
Nalia kneels over the creature’s dead body and then pulls a ring from one of its paw-like fingers. Holding the piece of jewellery up to the light, the bronze band and set red gem glow as thought they are hot from the fire’s blast, though the metal clearly causes Nalia no pain. “This is how it survived, I think,” she says to the others. They look to her to see if she will give any further explanation. She does not, instead putting the ring on her own finger and leaving the body where it is.
Heh, won't a frontline fighter benefit more from that ring? Selfish little noble...
Well yes, but that's a bit meta-gamey for this part of the story.
“Those holes look a good deal like archer’s slits,” ventures Anomen. Adamant nods.
“A murder gallery,” concludes Adamant. “Archers down each side, victims in the middle. Who’s to wager that those doors are well and truly locked?”
Glad they managed to figure it out in a 'not-the-hard-way'...
Pity the game doesn't give you that option.
“Perhaps the ambush isn’t set,” says Yoshimo, optimistically.
He's an optimist.
“Let’s see, shall we,” suggests Adamant and he sprints straight out to the partition doorway, his armour clattering loudly. He almost reaches the door when the sound of a bowstring is heard for the first time. The arrow passes behind his body, thudding into the side of the gallery. Adamant strikes the door at full pelt. The partition shakes, but the door holds and he rebounds to sprint back the way he came. By the time he reaches safety with his companions, arrows are flying behind him like an angry swarm, though he manages to avoid being struck. “I’d say the trap is well and truly set!”
Oh, dear... he's going to be yelled at for pulling such stunts!
Quite soon I think.
About the dire space, the other four adventurers dance and weave, desperate to keep away the brutal orc shafts. Anomen and Jaheira use their shields to block the arrows and Yoshimo’s deft skill allows him to cut many of the fletched yards from the air with his katana’s blade. Adamant trusts to speed and power as best he can, even thrusting the Chaos Blade through the murder holes once, in the hope of claiming an orc archer, but fruitlessly.
Not much they can do but wait until those trapdoors are opened...
It's a tough little encounter, especially considering that they're "only orcs".
The room beyond was a twin of the one that they had left and the murder galleries down each side were connected to those of the first. The orc archers merely moved across and recommenced their deadly hail.
I notice that you went to past tense instead of present at the start of this chapter - unintentional? I have increasing problems with this myself...
A genuine error, I fear. Thanks for the pick up.
combined, armoured masses crash through the door into the corridor beyond. The other three follow without hesitation, diving through; Yoshimo slams the doors behind himself and the sound of arrows striking home can be heard from beyond. The party is about to breath a sigh of relief when the ground about them shakes suddenly. Two mighty statues of clay – golems – are rumbling down the corridor to where they are.
Oh, dear... but think of the bright side - if you were to go to Windspear later, you would now be facing an Adamantite one...
Only done that the once - never again.
“Loviatar’s vinegar teats,” swears Nalia, surprising her companions almost as much as the golems’ presence. “Are we ever to get a break?”
ROFLMAO!
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