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anoikis
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Ah!
*looks at Dale*
What time is it?
Almost noon!- By Corellon I slept!
*Looks to Morgan*
Listen Sailors- the three of us are all so different, yet so alike.
We have been through much together- but I feel that this may be our most trying yet.
I started out on this 'adventure' just to make some gold and kill some time while we were waiting for the 'bean's parts.
After what i've seen- its now personal.
I can tell you were disturbed by the sights of the breeding pits, Morgan
I was too.
It brought back too many memories of my younger days, back home- and the Drow/Undead destruction of my village- i have told you all the story more than once.
Those she-elves are my sisters-in-kin -I have even more reasons now to continue with this.
I think we need everyone's skills and the 3 of us may just survive this.
I cannot say the same for the hairfoot thief and pretty woodland priest, though- i doubt we will see them again.
On a different note- you know how much this longbow that my father gave me means to me.
I feel that I am on the verge of an important advancement in its use.
As you know my father's uncle, Anoikis Jak, is a powerful wizard who taught me a little of the arcane ways. Years ago he served the elven warbands as an instructor and captain- assigned to the arcane archer units. He tried to show me ways to unite the fletching of a simple arrow and the gut of the bowyer with the arcane arts- he gave me this manuscript *shows*
I have not understood the incantations- but I feel that I am finally making some progress.
I hope that soon I will be able to use this skill for our benefit- don't worry, Dale- I won't shoot you with it...
All right, sailors, let's get a move on it, then!
To arms- let's banish these whoresons back to the outer planes!
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wipes some of the black devil ooze off of his arms, and weeps.
"DALE!"
He looks at his astonished companions
"I know- crying like a baby. I haven't done this in dozens of years.
I cannot believe he is gone. And here, in the hells- his soul belongs in Elysium or Valhalla. I-I was not even fighting beside him! His body in so torn and broken we could not hope to recover it for funerary rites.
I think for the first time in my life I need spiritual guidance. I am not even sure if Dale honored any particular deity.
What do we do?"
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Morgan trembled with fear as he stepped through the gate and into Hell. Clouds of brimstone and smoke swirled through the air, he could barely see, where were the others? He shuddered as Helm’s grace was removed from his spirit. Panic swept over him. He could lose his soul here, he could die and die and die as the demons tormented him through the ages of Faerun.
He blundered forward into the path of a hell hound. He could feel his armour begin to sear the flesh of his thigh as the demons breath spewed over his leg. He swung his mace up and through the animals jaw. He shuddered as the demon dissolved into steam. Morgan raised his eyes searching for Mtor and the others. To his left he spied a pack demons swirling around a standing figure. He saw an axe rise and fall, biting into the back of another hound. Dale! He turned and with trembling steps began to inch his around the pool of lava separating him from the demons that were swarming Dale.
A succubus drove into his shoulder as he rounded the pool. Morgan clenched his teeth in agony dropping his shield. He turned, squared himself to the path of the succubus’s flight and swung his mace. The succubus dove under the swing and racked it’s claws along the side of Morgan’s arm. Morgan spun and landed a glancing blow onto the wing of the succubus. It stuttered in the air and Morgan leapt into attack. Flailing his mace at the demon’s body he landed a crunching blow.
Morgan paused, grasping for breath in the foul air. To his right he could see a huge demon descend on Dale. Dale swung his axe, bellowing an oath of the fighting pits of Amn. The bone demon raised his skinny arms and swung at Dale. Dale ducked and spun in a full circle, swinging his axe at the knees of the demon. The blow shattered the knee, sending splinters flying through the air. As the demon buckled, Dale laughed. A hound leapt onto Dale’s back, jaws snapping at his ears. Dale dropped and rolled, flinging the hound into a pool of lava, his jaws still clenched on Dale’s ear. Dale roared, The bone demon snaked out a bony arm and grabbed Dale by the right leg. Yanking, it pulled Dale off his feet and into the path of another hound.
Morgan screamed to Helm, “strengthen me”, but there was no response. He gathered his courage and ran towards Dale. The hound was tearing at Dale’s arm. Somehow, he managed to brace his axe against the ribs of the bone demon and with a mighty shove and lurch pulled his leg free. He rolled from the jaws of the hound and staggered to his feet. A succubus dived at his head. Dale raised his axe and with a mighty blow, split the succubus in two. The hound leapt and snared Dale’s elbow in his jaws. The bone demon, swung his arm in a great sweeping motion through Dale’s legs. Dale went sprawling over the demon’s arm, his great axe flying into the lava pool. The hound tore his arm from his shoulder, the bone demon stabbed a bony finger into his chest. Dale pulled up his knees and drove his feet into the hanging jaw of the demon. It shattered with the force of the blow as the demon began to drag his finger slowly down through Dale’s chest spilling his heart’s blood into the steaming ground.
Morgan shrieked, Dale! Helm! Dale! He raced to Dale, slamming into the hound and driving it into the pit. Then he turned on the bone demon and with both hands raising his mace he smashed the foul creature’s skull.
Kneeling at Dale’s side, he prayed “Helm head my call, raise this guardian of the weak!” He felt a rush of air over his head. A succubus was weaving over Dale’s body, grasping at thin mist. “Helm, guard this soul,” cried Morgan, but the succubus laughed. Morgan’s call to Helm held no power, this was the demon’s lawful place and Helm was powerless. Morgan groaned, Dale was trapped here in the bowels of hell for an eternity of torment. Morgan cursed. Some how, if he lived, he would try to free Dale’s soul for this torment.
Grabbing what he could, Morgan staggered off in search of the others and the exit from hell. There would be no more turning back from Helm. He would leave this place and plague Helm’s ears with his prayers until Dale was released from this place. He would hold vigil for the rest of his life or he would join Dale in torment for his failure.
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“Yes mistress,” Says the captain with a voice both deep and full of authority, “the surviving Bounty Hunter confirmes that the Daebean has been located at a small fishing village just north of Harrowdale called Danlet Township. He said the ship is badly damaged, most likely a result of the recent Mermen aggression toward any sea fairing vessel in the area. It was because of these aggressions that this group of Bounty Hunters decided to travel through Cormanthor and the Dalelands instead of traveling by sea to follow Anoikis’s trail. He claims he knew a once safe route through the Myth Drannor forest that avoids any of the areas heavy with demon activity. He was not expecting any trouble and was caught completely by surprise.”
“Get to the point!” Another voice says this one is female with thick French like accent, “I have more important things to attend to than Bounty Hunters getting killed while on a hunt. I hope for your sake there is more to this story captain.” “Indeed there is mistress.” Fear has now entered the voice of the captain, “They were killed by Mammon worshipping Gnolls and Ebashi demons which is not to surprising but what is surprising is that there was a new demon type some kind of half breed.” He takes a deep breath hoping that what he s about to say will impress the mistress, “The fact that they were so far south of the Myth Drannor ruins and that they have some new half breed demon tells me Mammon is making his move.” The both finished the last part of the statement together. “That is interesting captain. You did well bringing this to my attention you will be greatly rewarded general.” A smile creeps onto both of there lips. “Increase the bounty for the heads of the Daebeans captain and his crew. I imagine they will make a fine gift to the minions of Mammon.”
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on Oct 7, 2004, 2:20 PM, Skeeneyman wrote:Corelithorn Ca’Dish is a brilliant but humble Elf living out his long life in the large city Suzail at the base of the Stormhorn Mountains. He, his wife Velle’Torna and there two children run a magic shop on the main plaza. “It’s a good life”, he thinks to himself as he heads to a back room of his shop.
This back room is his little workshop where he “tinkers” with various inventions and experiments. It’s filled with books, scrolls, and all kinds of liquids and powders. In the center of the room there are even a few body parts for the iron golem he’s been working on for 20 years. It’s his pride and joy. Sometimes he comes into the workshop just to polish his massive creation. “Almost done”, he thinks to himself “only another 10 years and he will be ready”.
One day a member of the Sidhe enters his shop. “Good afternoon sir” Corelithorn says with eyes wide. He knew there was a colony of winged elves that lived in the mountains but had never seen one. “What can I do for you?” The words seem insufficient for this great honor but it was all he could think of to say. The winged elf does not seem to hear him. Corelithorn turns beet red realizing that he was speaking common to this noble elf. He repeats the question in elvish. The elf turns to Corelithorn with a slight frown and puts out his hand to initiate the elven traditional greetings. He had not used this greeting in almost 100 years but he stumbles his way through it realizing that something’s you never forget. “My name is Ce’Lith Greyling I am leader of the Bain Sidhe. The question is not what you can do for me but rather”, Ce’Lith pauses as if to consider the wisdom of what he is about to say, “What I can do for you and WE can do for all of Elf kind”. “Is there some place where we can speak in private?” Ce’Lith asks. “Certainly my lord” Corelithorn stammers “This way”.
He leads the winged elf into his workshop. Ce’Lith starts looking around and begins nodding his head as if something was being confirmed. “I have a gift for you” He says. From out of his pocket he pulls out a small glowing box and extends it to Corelithorn. “What is it?” he asks. With a smile Ce’Lith says “power”. With wide eyes Corelithorn takes the small box which is surprisingly heavy and cool to the touch. “Power?” he asks. “Yes” says Ce’Lith “It is called Cold Fission and it is yours”. |
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I wonder where the Sidhe got the cold fission and why are they giving it to Ca'Dish. Next time you are in Suzail maybe you should stop by and ask him.
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Too many dammed demons and now Samurai, thought Morgan as he paused in the entranceway with the others. This is all getting very confusing, not at all what I would have expected from Hell. Those vampires in the village helping us fight the demons of the icy plain. The old priest at Helm’s Keep had tried to tell him about the illusion of good and evil. What was it he had told Morgan long ago, or so it seemed on the walls of the keep.
Old Dallard had been quite clear, it is not evil that we fight, only the unlawful. Even evil creatures that stay within their rightful place have a purpose in the ebb and flow of life. Morgan remembered how carefully Dallard had taught the clerics in training. “The law,” he would say, “is just, only the law. Do not pretend to know good from evil, only following the law will bring you peace. The good do not understand the ends of their actions, often they will feed evil creatures out of goodness, and allow them to do more harm. Evil will always do good to some without knowing it. An evil man will slay another evil being and that is good. Only the lawful may stand before the gods and say, we have done thy will.”
Morgan felt a surge through his body, it was as though Helm had touched him and opened his eyes, allowing him to see things more clearly here in the depths of Hell. Here in Hell, he thought, am I finally learning the lessons of Helm. I have placed trust in vampires, when they obey the laws of the gods. I am changing now, he thought, perhaps I am doing the will of Helm after all.
He watched as Mtor began to quietly explore the hallway leading from the entrance. Mtor is changing too, thought Morgan. He is less frivolous now that we have lost Dale. He has a purpose beyond the simple lust for gold and adventure that possessed the captain of Daebean. What moves him now, thought Morgan, did he truly love the crew of humans who had sailed the Moonsea with him? Perhaps I have misjudged his gift and motives. Can an elf truly bond with humans in this way, when we have such a short span together? Will he still mourn Dale in a thousand years when even our dust has blown away? There is much to meditate on and to pray about.
Mando and Naracku began following Mtor down the hallway, although not so quietly in Naracku’s case. It’s time to preapare for another batlle thought Morgan. Will we find good or evil here. Who will judge?
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Me injoyed kiillin orcs Den cam chanse to join KING HAGAR n kill demoons but we got sepperrated o no Me folow demon bodys to find KING but me in up in hell me no find KING me just find other grup of peple uh 1 huuman 1elf 1halfperson very mall come up to my bely him funy me not no if me can trus dem but dey say dey seeen KING so me help dem so me can seee KING again maybe KING be pwoud of me if me get dem tru hell me tout hell was hot but it cold ere den we meet a tribe of vampiire me no trust em we doin errann for dem me hope KING wont be mad me find a pretty lady vamp al dweesed in red me wote a song for her
me no a lady dweesed in red wish she wasnt so undead maybe i bringg her blood my enemys she will love and not bite me
me may sing it for her soon but me afwaid if we do da errann dey no longger neeeed us dey may eat us we killed tha sukubuss for dem now we get sidtwaked by sum seeetru monk now we fight zombees why no orcs down ere to have sum fun killlin dat wi dey call this hell but me tink we forgot sumpin at casle wish i coud remeber what woever we lok for now eat raw fish must be hell for him
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Ok this is a very good stratgy an all, But would Naraku know this? Or would someone have to explain this? I really dont know the tactics of the Lion barbarian tribe in combat.
Of course whatever the King said to do would be what Naraku would do, But would that work as well with this group? I dont think that he would allow anyone not directly tied to the tribe or the KIng as a comander just yet. So he might not be trusted to follow orders to well
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looks to the cohort and says
"we have been having a bit of a struggle here in the hells. Our combat skills, while excellent, must be honed so we act as a team- forget personal glory *stares down Naracku*
Morgan and Singing barbarian: have either of you ever trained in the fighting style of knocking down your opponents? I believe that this would work well for some of these powerful arcane-types.
Mando- it is clear that you are more skilled at moving silently and the avoidance of being seen- you should be the sole scout - with your assent, of course. I- however- believe in still possess superior hearing and vision- so we must communicate well. Moreover your skill at the thieves sneak attack is clearly becoming better- this should be a critical part of our strategy.
My skill with the longbow is increasing. Uncle Jak's incantations are making every arrow more powerful- and their are more secrets yet to be learned from these notes of his *pulls out scroll*
Let us be clear Naracku- you are the strongest of us and we hope we can rely upon you to lead the way into battle- but you must await our signal- Also do not hesitate to use that voice of yours- I found cause and purpose in its melody in the ice hell, and i swear my arrows rang even truer when i heard it !
Morgan- you too possess superior fighting ability. Stand by the singing warrior side and fight. But do not hesitate to give us Helm's blessing immediatley before battle or to use some necromantic power from Helm to destroy our enemies. Moreover- drop back and heal us as needed. Destroy the undead with Helm's grace.
If either of you are skilled in ways of knocking down opponents- particularly spellcasters- do so!
I too can assist with some healing and my arrows are ever more truer and truer."
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No Captain, *eyeing Mtor carefully*, knockdown skills were only taught to the strong, usually knights and fighters. Dallan taught us concentration of the mind in battle, to think clearly and to avoid being knocked over by most blows.
*turns to Narakcu and smiles* Nar show weak priest how to throw orcs? *grins* Make Mtor laugh. I give tooth for each throw. Ok?
*turns back to Mtor* I am the least capable of the group at striking a mortal blow. I have had great need of my healing skills throughout this journey and Helm has seen fit to strengthen them. I believe I will need magical aid to deal any serious wounds to an enemy in a single blow. I would need to borrow the strength of a giant for any such tactics. I will pray to Helm for greater strength, perhaps it will please him to grant me spells to aid our cause.
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*looking down on elf*
WHo you think you are? Only KING tell me what do!*pounds chest with right hand*
an an me no knockdown emeny, me look dem in eye when me fight dem!
*looks away and wispers* me no get the hang of nocking dem dowm either.
*looking elf over*
Of course me STRONGER!*puffs out chest and puts hands on hips*
Me lead you little people in combat!
*holds head up and looks away again* But me sing when me rember!
*Looks at priest*
ORCS! YOU SEE ORCS?!? WHERE?!?!
*tilts head, squints eyes, as if thinking real hard*
Hmmmm,throw orcs? Maybe I practice that, maybe me get hang of it soon? it make it easy for little people to fight? ME think about it!
*smiles big nodding his head*
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*Naraku slaps Moragn on back, laughing loudly*
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
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as Naracku slaps morgan on the back and he goes flying..
"THAT'S IT!
If I had a loose tooth I'd give it to ya, big guy!
Here- let me pour you a drink...""
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Mando slowly flexes his bow as he speaks, "I have no problem with scouting ahead, Anoikis. It is what I do best. But your hearing will still be quite useful. I will whisper back to you when it is clear to progress, and only you will be able to hear. If I have further need of your eyes and ears, I'll be sure to call you forward before the others."
"And you, priest...Do not underestimate your powers. Strength will come, but you already have power enough to greatly aid us in our battles, and save us from death. Nothing could be more important."
He turns toward Naracku. "As for you, I know that you are impatient to crush the skulls of our enemies, as you do so well, and scouting takes time. But look at it this way." Mando's eyes narrow sharply. "I don't want one of these evil demons to escape your powerful blows. Allow me to scout ahead for you. I will find out exactly where they are, and remove any traps that are in your way. With my help, nothing will hinder you as you annihilate your enemies, and not a one will have a chance to escape."
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*looks down at Mando*
*shakes head with a slight snarl*
FINE! Me let you find enemy first. Then ME SMASH!
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"Good! Glad you are helping us, big guy.
By the way, why do you hate orcs so much- by the looks of you i bet you got some orc blood flowing those corded veins on you arms..."
Upon seeing the look of death on Naracku's face Mtor had a terrible realization....
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Thanks for the good times, and if my hours change I will drop you a line. I will be on The Shattered Lands of Algia PW most evenings. You should check it out, it's an RP PW, and it's getting pretty popular. I have had some great RP sessions with people on there, and it's good for when you don't have a planned game. There is an ad in the player's forum. 
