Defeat of the Architect

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Whisper had finished checking Balog’s body, his dextrous digits delicately inspecting, prodding, and probing for secrets on the dead cleric’s body.

This is what he discovers:

  • A ring made of pure platinum, encrusted with a valuable diamond
  • A kris shaped dagger with abysmal runes engraved on the blade, a +2 dagger, +4 versus women & children he remembers from his amulet’s knowledge
  • a scrolltube
  • a long flowing animated cloak, when you wear it you feel light as a feather
  • a pair of soft black gloves
  • a morning star
  • a garrotte (a testament to his other profession besides being a evil priest)

 

 

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Zakara
Zakara

Zakara and Azzog are ordered to take charge of the prisoners as they enter into the chamber. Azzog takes the priest first, and Zakara takes the woman. Zakara casually whispers to the woman, "We are here to help you escape. Just go with what the man says."


So they reach Whisper who does his magic act, which really impresses the crazies. Especially since their leader had been killed in front of them.


After convincing  a few of the crazies to get documents and such for them, they made their way to the outside. There on the road they encounter some of Captain  Duncan's men on patrol. After some questioning, some of the horses are given to the party and you mount and ride off.

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"But, you are the master. How could you present these to yourself?" one white robed woman asked aloud, echoing others same question it seemed. Some other white robe cancelled the woman 'he's the master that's why! He's presenting these to himself because he has no equal, you damned idiots!' 


After the theatrical displays were over, and the ruse performed with masterful guile the duped throng of onlookers went back to their rooms and began their self torture, invigorated by the destruction of the sacrifices. "Tharizdun's awful hunger be appeased" some of them said. Then another remarked 'His mighty hand be released to wreak destruction on this horrid world'

Azzog said, whispering: "We need to bring back some evidence of these crazed one's activities down here, some documents or even treasure to bring back to the commander. Order some of these to fetch them and accompany us, but find an alternate route. Rest certain they have more secret exits than the way we had come!"

It didn't take long to get one of Whisper's new minions to bring him all of his effects in several bags and lead him into a secret tunnel that lead out into a mountainous cave just two miles outside of town. There were seven bags, each full of coins and such. In addition, a ledger and some scrolls, plus a map.

A wandering patrol came upon you, unit of twelve soldiers. Commander Duncan's men it seemed. When they spotted you they surrounded you and the patrol leader briefly questioned you. Discovering it was really you and not some cultists he relaxed a bit and smiled when he put two and two together, "Ye God's, you fools actually did the impossible!" he laughed beside himself, an ordinarily stoic tough guy type, "Wait til the commander gains word of this, he'll be beside himself!' the patrol leader patted Zakara, Azzog, and Whisper on the back in excited exuberance 'I knew anyone sent from Lord Daynar had to be quality character! The duke never sends just anyone in his name!' he turned to one of his subordinates and cried out 'Get back to town and report the good news to Duncan and no other! Ride like the wind!' the soldier, afflicted by the infectious news as well was overcome with a sudden energy and sped off on his horse like a bat out of hell.

Azzog: "Bah, what of it? This was nothing but a den of scum. A waste of time, besides some fresh loot. Which we ought give to the destitute of your town. I want none of it, no telling where this ill begotten treasure was taken. Let your commander busy himself with such mundane decisions. We recovered the princess Allustriel and a bookworm priest, if its of any relevance"

The patrol leader's eyes nearly came out of the sockets, and he ordered one of his men to hand him a flask full of whiskey which he took a large stiff swig, 'my heart is pounding like a dwarven hammer' he laughed crazily for a moment, 'you crazed adventurer's will be the talk of the town! Every pretty girl worth her salt will want to spread her legs for you. Anyhoot, let's get back shall we? Looks like another cursed storm is afoot. Blasted rain! Come on, grab these horses my men can walk back. They need the excercise, wall duty has made them lazier than a drunken hill giant."

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Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
(Non Weapon Prof: Acting/Bluff)
Once again falling back on his years in the circus Whisper fell into his showman performance mindset.  "Ah, the two prized calves I was sent to fetch and present to the master!  Praise Tharizdun for he shall soon have two new servants!"  Whisper loudly proclaimed emulating the mannerisms of some of the circus barker's he had traveled with for those many years.  He spotted Azzog and Zakara among the crowd, they weren't difficult to notice since neither was afflicted by the myriad of diseses that almost all of the rabble surrounding them had.  He pointed at the two and proclaimed to the crowd, "You two, the mightiest of Tharizdun's faithful join me upon the holy altar and restrain the gifts for our lord."


OC: Sort of the plan here is to do the following, if it sucks feel free to DM my PC:
1 have the two fighters hold the princess and the lorian
2 send the temple guards back to where they came from
3 really play up the casting of his spell(such as anointing them with olive oil, gibberish drow chanting, etc..) and while doing that quietly warn the 4 that he will make them invisible and to not do, or say, or touch anything
4 cast Invisibility 10' Radius
5 Whisper will then clap his hands to dispel his own invisibility and proclaim that he has sent the sacrifices and their brethren to serve their lord in the abyss.
6 send the gathered back to their rooms to flay themselves to honor their dark lord before the spell ends
7 they walk out the front door

graphalfkor
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There was whispering and murmuring amongst the throng of cultists, and Zakara could hear them saying ‘the new master has risen from the flock’ or ‘amazing, what could this bode?’ the bewildered reaction changed to one of applause and cheer. One of the fanatics pointed to Whisper and cried ‘Tharizdun has revealed the true master! He was amongst us this whole time hidden in plain sight!’

Just then, two white robes burst from the concealed door, followed by a second pair. Both bore a prisoner, the first a scantily clad beautiful woman and the second a man with a clean appearance clad as a Lorian priest. One of the white robes said ‘Get these two to the altar, they’re ready now. The woman’s flow has ceased, she is clean. The cleric has been broken sufficiently, he ought to appease the chained one”

The cleric, looking indignant and unafraid said calmly: ‘you may proceed, though Lor’s light will avail me ere long. Your blasphemous ways will not be of any use to you in the slightest. Even now, our liberty is at hand, though you misguided sheep are lost in your beloved darkness, the darkness is rendered impotent, only a slave to the light”

"Silence cur!" white robe handler #1 cried, striking the cleric hard in the back with a rod. "Fetch the temple prostitute for this bastard, sullying his chasity is only proper before he's sent to rot in the abyss"

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Zakara
Zakara

Zakara and Azzog enter this large chamber behind Whisper. You can tell by the way Whisper is moving that he has a plan in mind or not.


Azzog asks, Where is he going? Does he really have a plan?


Zakara replies, I'm not sure, but maybe we should split up. You go about half way around the room to the right, and I will do the same on the left. If things go bad, maybe we can' surprise them from 3 sides. Angel, stay close.

Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
Having dealt with a few of the cult's leaders in the past Whisper pulled his blade from the mage's torso after running him through and took a quick step back on the dais.  He spoke the mystic command word to bathe the body in dragon flame while aiming the blade at where he had just struck the man.  He wasn't taking any chances since in his experience these cultists seemed to know a lot of tricks on how to cheat their master out of receiving their souls when he killed them.  To further sow chaos among the cultists after speaking the word of power Whisper yelled out, "Master Hendrack has deemed you unworthy to lead this gathering of Tharizdun's faithful worm!"

OC: Oops, I wasn't thinking of going for the dramatic solo attack against the big evil guy but more of a sneak into position to make off with the princess or shank him while he was moving through the crowd.  Since the can of worms has been opened already let's burn this F'r down! 

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"Where is he going?" Azzog whispered, but bit his tongue. Whisper using the cover of the throng of white robed cultists gained the ziggurat altar, pausing briefly to take note of a door covered by a seamless curtain colored the same color as stone.

By the time he made it to his strategic position behind the black robed mage-priest, the man began saying "You see?! Madness and chaos are the only good things you should embrace in this fell world. Goodness and neutrality are for the weak minded fools above that hoard what they can get their grubby little hands upon. Once you were as they, derelicts and do nothings softened by the designs of that accursed world. Now that I've shown you 'the way' you have become perfect emissaries to dismantle the fabric of that very world you now rightly hate. For your amusement, a little fool who has failed miserably at the slightest task I issued he" waving a instructive hand the cultists dragged the fat cleric from before onto the ziggurat when a glass tube came down upon him from above. Inside this glass tube were two ropes that also came down from somewhere above. The magic-user said "It is easy enough, fat one. Choose one you live, choose the other you may die. Let Tharizdon decide!" 


When the fat cleric pulled a rope, the tube filled with a shower of pure corrosive acid. 


"Guess he chose poorly" the mage said, laughing.


Then, the tip of a dwarven blade burst out of the magic-user's chest abruptly as Whisper came from behind and sunk his short-sword into him (-31 hp dmg) 


The whole place grew silent for a moment. 


What do you do?

 

Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
Whisper tried to get a headcount of their opposition as he attempted to make his way unnoticed towards where the priest had entered the room.  He wagered that the princess or the lorian might be lead to the altar along the same path the priest took.  But, if they weren't brought out to the altar perhaps the priest would retrace his steps and then a quick dousing in dragonflame or a shortsword through the back would send the cleric to the afterlife and gain them a surprise advantage over all of these lunatics.

OC: if he is held up or discovered he will mutter something about having information for the master.

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Armed with the children’s insights and useful tidbits Zakara, Whisper, and Azzog proceeded deeper into the annex. They continued down a dark wide corridor filled with numerous doors. Behind a few were white robes lashing themselves repeatedly on the back, and paid you no heed. The surrounding area was steamy and illuminated by soft crimson light.

At the end of the long passage you are greeted by the elevator mentioned, where two swordsmen stood on either side clad in spiked half plate, conical helms, 2 handed swords, maces, daggers, and a quiver of javelins each. They didn’t even pay you any heed and you enter the lift, where Azzog pulled a lever that shot the lift downward in an angry hissing steam sound.

Azzog: “This is Dwemer artifice, extremely rare. This elevator alone could fetch us enough coin to buy an entire kingdom, fill it with cities and keeps as well. I know this because my foul master before was obsessed with their works”

As the lift came to a swift halt, you exited the lift and there were two other men at arms lazily stationed opposite the door. You came into a throng of chanting white robes, onlooking a ziggurat shaped platform on top of which rested a blood stained altar in shape of a large monstrous claw. Presently, seven children surrounded this altar and hovering over them were a man or woman clad in white robes, each with a dagger in hand.

Out of the wall came a man clad in black arcane robes, but also something of a cleric as well. His facial features were well concealed in the gloom of his inky garments and he moved about with a quiet air of eerie calm. Judging by his look he was either a necromancer or death priest of some sort, and his flesh looked shriveled and disfigured, eyes seemed to glow with an eldritch aura. In a malevolent tone he said ‘You may proceed’ in a voice equally as evil sounding as his appearance.

Just as the party tensed as the white robes poised to stab the bound children, instead they took their daggers and slit their own throats instead, bathing the children in their blood. The children screamed and resisted, horrified and their fear put a smile on the black robed one’s face. A twisted perverse smile of gladness, smug triumph, and arrogance. “Your fear will give Tharizdun some nourishment. The blood of my willing brothers and sisters will also help curb the chained one’s insatiable hunger. Fear naught younglings, you will grow older and serve your new vile master, who shall give you extraordinary gifts and even greater power than mine!”


REACTION?

Zakara
Zakara

Zakara gives the boy a small hug back. He then tells the boy to go hide.  The party is told about the 2 guards, and take the offered stolen key from the boy.


Whisper gives them a few coins and tells them to help out their families. Angel goes and gives a gentle nudge to the kids.


Finally they don their newest set of robes and prepare to head off after the princess.

Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
Whisper gladly accepts the key and advice of the children, removing the robes he was wearing and donning those indicated by the children.  He offers the boy a handful of coins from his coin purse, "A gift from one thief to another, for you and your family to get on your feet when we finally all get out of this hell hole.  Now you two best hide." 

OC: The trio will don the new robes and head for the guarded elevator.  Once there they will try to determine where the princess is through trickery, something along the lines of the handmaiden spilled some key details that will further break the princess while the big barbarian was enjoying himself with her.  Once they know where to go the two guards no longer need to be alive and at their backs, their corpses can ride along in the bag of holding until a suitable place to dump them can be found.

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The girl nodded eagerly, ‘usually kept in a guarded chamber nearby, but I heard they were taking her to prepare her for something. If you venture down this main way, it leads to a guarded elevator. There’s two men there who protect it, they’re killers. But if you wear these white robes you can get past them easily, and even boss them around too. Be careful!”

The boy, with a wry look in his boyish face produced a key 'I took this when that bad man wasn't looking' he smiled handing it to you 'It's the 'masters' key, it will get you through many doors but I don't know all the ones" 

 



Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
Whisper hugged the girl back and then urged the pair to hide under the dirty robes.  "We are the queen's blades my dears, we are here to stop these bad people.  Hide here for a while and a bit later if you can make it back to the city try to.  Tell the watch captain that you aided the queen's blades and he will see to it that you and your parents are taken care of.  How do we get to the princess to save her?"  Choosing three of the least foul and largest sized robes from those about the room he stuffed them into his bag of holding while listening to the young girl.  (1 XXL robe for the princess,handmaiden, and Lorian)

graphalfkor
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(vs. acting:succeeded) The white robe nodded 'ah, how generous of you to offer. That slut's beauty has cast a spell on me. Say you must be new here, I don't think I've seen you brothers around here before" Whisper slipped around and slit the man's throat from behind (-27 hp dmg) the children looked terrified and scared. Then, after a few moments they warmed up and hope ignited in their eyes 'you're adventurer's! Mah and dah used to tell us stories about brave ones, like knights and fighters. Not the common sellswords that hang around in taverns" the girl chimned in 'you killed that very bad man, he was cruel and stupid. Listen, you have to go and save princess Allustriel before they kill her, along with the cleric from Lor. Also, they are working on something down there. Something secret, whatever it is is no good for anybody!"

The girl hugs Whisper tightly, and the boy hugs Zakara's leg in appreciation.

 

Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
After being brow beaten a bit by Ardullan's differing beliefs and values the rogue's feelings of unease about being paired with the wyrm surfaced yet again.  In the interest of keeping the peace he bit his tongue and went about securing the body as well as the rags in his enchanted bag.  While the woman was pleasing to the eye she could not hold a candle to his beloved Morga.  Perhaps earning Lor's favor would bring her back to him quicker then the way offered him by Ash?

Upon being confronted by yet more depravity in this dark place he hoped to play up the behavior of the cultists that he has noted so far to get into an advantageous  position to more easily dispatch him.  "The princess's whore in the other room is ready for you brother.  Try not to split the stupid bitch in two while you enjoy yourself, some of us haven't had a turn yet!" 

OC: Sneak attack or backstab should the opportunity present itself.

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Whisper grabbed at rags, there were no clothes in tact, and the mocha skinned handmaiden girl was completely naked, ravaged and abused however she seemed quite resilient to this treatment. She was very much alive, Azzog's spear only tripped her up. 


Azzog laughed 'This den is becoming a source of sport for me, I pray to see what other rats we catch in here'


Ardullan scoffed 'I did not take pleasure in this violence, I abhor violence. However, I despise evil scum more than I do uncivilized violence. Spare me your praises, if you would be so kind. It is a tad barbariac, be that as it may continue on. We can belabor over the details of this mission at a more opportune time. This girl, she is a handmaiden to the princess we seek. I do believe she would be invaluable unto her, you'd do well to keep her health and virtue, what is left of it as intact as you can. Seeing as she is quite beautiful, I would refrain from any of your...to put it with some delicacy and tact less than honorable intentions" the wrymling chuckled briefly.


The group continued on, the next door was ajar and unlocked. It appeared to be filled with nothing but filthy white robes caked with blood and charcoal dust. There were children-slaves inside scrubbing the robes, a boy and a girl. One of the white robes was there, a cat-o-nine tails whip in hand. The girl, pausing for a brief break was lashed on her back by the cruel overseer, who said 'back to work, you stupid little girl, or you'll get ten more of those' he grabbed her cheek and taunted her more 'don't have a hope here, useless child. You were taken from the town above, nobody gives two shits about you. Your parents were evicted, your father a gambling drunk and mother a worthless whore whose pussy couldn't fetch her a copper coin. At least here you have some noble purpose, your youth will serve us and if you're lucky one of my brethren will take pity on you and permit you to bore his seed, if you're lucky!"

Whisper
Whisper

"Well done Ardullan!  I wish our old companion was with us still my friend, this bastard's dark soul should have fed the Shadus plane rather then going on to serve his damned master."  Whisper grabbed up what he assumed was the poor woman's clothes and then moved next to her prone form, he placed both her and the clothing into his bag of holding.  "I pray that the princess faired better then her handmaiden."


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AS the garrote materialized in Whisper’s hand, the thief vanished and reappears behind the raping cultist. As he tries to wrap the garrote around the mans meaty neck, the cultist intercepts the damning loop with his dagger preventing it from wrapping. The handmaiden ran out the room sobbing.

The cultist spun around angrily trying to backhand Whisper, missing and falling on his knees instead ‘you little turd! I’ll have you flayed for this impertinence! Let me guess, you’re with the crimson robes, eh? Fool!’

It hardly mattered much, as Whisper’s silver wrymling hovered next to the cultist’s face and proceeded to attack it with impunity. Biting, goring, and slashing it in a flurry of swift mini-blows. The silver wrymling’s tail finally coiled around his neck and it breathed flame into the doomed man’s mouth.


Azzog: "The girl, she's ran off. Stupid woman, she'll alert everyone to our presence!' the ranger took out a spear, flung it and landed it in such a way that it pierced into the dungeon floor right between the girls legs, and the shaft tripped her up. She hit her head on a stone and was rendered unconscious from the fall.



note: none of you have seen this woman before.

Whisper
Whisper

Whisper arms a poison coated garrote from his ring of assassination and touches his families clasp while speaking the words of power to send him behind the would be assassin.

OC: Does Whisper recognize this particular hand maiden from any previous adventures?

graphalfkor
graphalfkor moderator

Azzog’s claws gored the unweary cultist, and the ranger’s sword flew out of its scabbard without making a single sound. The cultist died instantly.

Meanwhile, the man busy pleasuring himself at the woman’s expense deflected the whirring glaive with a slapping gesture of his left hand, and he laughed ‘you pitiful fools! Wait for when I’m finished with this sweet bitch before I tear your heads off!’ the second man who was looking on with cheering laughter broke from the spell and turned towards the party ‘so, we’ve some intruders to deal with!’ but the glaive circled through the air and tore the man’s head clean off, soaking his white robes in gushing crimson blood (critical). The girl was screaming in horror now completely bathed in the beheaded man’s blood, but the cultist who had been ramming himself into her kept her in place with a firm vice grip sneering ‘you aren’t go anywhere you stupid girl, except to hell!’ and he pulled a dagger out and clenched it to her neck threateningly ‘don’t come closer or I’ll put a smile on her face ear to ear! Put down your weapons right now!’


Zakara
Zakara

Zakara and party seem to have found the person they were trying to find. Zakara gives a slight nod towards the cultist that came out the door to Azzog, who you know will understand the meaning. (Take him out). Zakara pulls his glaive and throws at the rapist and his companion, if he can get them in one throw. If not he will take 2 throws to end their miserable lives.

graphalfkor
graphalfkor moderator

Just as Whisper prepared his thieves-work, the door suddenly sprang open and looking down on the crouched rogue-mage was a robed cultist who regarded him briefly ‘what in all all Infernus are you fools doing skulking in the shadows like some dratted thieves? You nearly gave me a heart attack! Get yourselves inside, we’re having some fun with the princesses handmaiden. She’s a bit spirited, but her body should be sufficient to sate your loins. Except you, big brother. (Zakara) I think you’d be much too big for this worthless little slut.”

The three of you entered a well organized, clean bedchamber where a girl was being obviously raped by a white robed cultist, who was laughing while he was having her ‘yeah, take that you filthy little bitch, you like that don’t you you sweet little slut!” the cultist next to him said ‘she’s tighter than a virgin, but by the look of her you she’s the devil in her form. Truly, a succubus”


Decision?



Zakara
Zakara

Zakara agrees with Whisper. If we can eradicate these foul, evil people then we can search and take whatever we want. With that he takes one of the robes and puts it on, and gets ready to start entering rooms. After they have been checked for traps of course.

Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
Whisper placed the 1/2 used healing potion and a full potion into his potion rack and secured it inside of his bag of holding.  He then handed over the potion satchel to Zakara(2 full healing potions).  He then stood a few steps back and quietly spoke to his companions as he ordered the wizard eyes to have a look about, "Sound advice Ardullan, I'll get to work on disarming this trap while everyone puts on disguises.  If there aren't enough robes I can meld with the shadows and move about unnoticed."  If all were in agreement he'd begin work on the trapped door if that was the consensus on the way to continue on. 

graphalfkor
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 Azzog: “My superior sense of smell can easily distinguish betwixt your cache of potions. I was also a slave to a magic-user once before, he forced me to be his taste tester of his own alchemic blunders, until I snuffed the lights out of his eyes” he said bitterly.

Whisper checked his bag of holding and counted four potions of healing nature, one of which was half depleted with possible two applications.

The three of you continued down a slight sloped passageway, and came into a larger one that extended as far as you could see. There were doors on the right and left, in total you counted six each closed shut. It was then that Whisper ran afoul of a pressure plate set in the floor. The plate immediately dropped a wall down directly toward his head,

Too late to react, Zakara intercepted the wall with his bare hands and struggled to maintain his hold. Every vein in the barbarians neck bulged and his face became red as a lobster, but Azzog aided and both managed to avoid being injured as the wall fell with a slam and a loud thud. Azzog said to Zakara: “Use your wind cloak my friend, the one Whisper gave to you. We need every advantage we can wield against our enemies”

Pushing forth out of urgency, the party paused at the first door. Checking the door handle, Whisper detected a spring loaded blade-trap in the keyhole designed to pierce the eye on would-be spies. It sprung out in a telescopic fashion, truly devilish design at work.

“You should pick the lock and find some us some treasure for our troubles” Azzog said, chuckling.

The dragon was hovering in the air looking thoroughly about and keeping vigilant, then said to Whisper ‘we’ve an obligation to eradicate these fools, their fanatical teachings are infectious, and men are weak of mind. It would spread like a terrible disease, I’d recommend you three to disguise yourself in these white robes and stop squandering your energies on slaughtering lackey’s. Anotherwards hunt better prey”

Whisper
Whisper

(45 / 51)
Whisper roused the dragon from its slumber and then he thanked Azzog.  "Even my trained eye was unable to tell the nature of Anne's potions, how is it that you knew what they were?  Don't get me wrong I am deeply grateful to still be among the living my friend and you are welcome to as many of the remaining healing potions as you would need to mend your wounds."

OC: how many healing potions left?  Did I lose my spells when I lost consciousness(in the past I have)?

Zakara
Zakara

Zakara examines himself to ensure that he is almost whole again. After he decides that he will live he stands and thanks Azzog for his care. He feels Angel brush his leg, asking to be petted. "Angel, why didn't you warn Whisper of danger> Oh he was concentrating was he? OK but next time, interrupt his concentration otherwise you may net get anymore free meals.". Zakara reaches into his pack and pulls a little food out for Angel. He then starts to think, did I just have a conversation with a wolf, or did I imagine his thoughts?


After that, Zakara sits down to clean his weapons of the blood that has accumulated on them.

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The cultists stood and watched as Azzog and Zakara came upon them, and the leader laughed crazily pointing a finger ‘you see! Our vile lord provides fresh meat for the altar. Seize them!’

The 5th cultist came and jump-side-kicked Azzog square in the stomach, who reeled from the weighty blow but quickly recovered the cat-man ranger growled. Zakara flung his glaive in a laughable throw that the white robes sniggered at, ‘where’d you learn to throw north man!?’ they taunted, and eerily all of them laughed at the same exact time, in the same exact way.

Two whirring spheres came and pulverized two of the cultists repeatedly. The cultists fell to their knee’s and groveled in terror, and they surrendered completely ‘While we must tarry in this plane to continue our horrid master’s evil will, we beseech you to kill us all...for it is a blessing from our chained lord to be destroyed by the wretched forces of good”

While distracted by this peculiar display, Zakara and Whisper both felt a damning sting in the small of their backside. In Whisper, the familiar bite of a dagger penetrated his armor and penetrated his skin deeply (-18 hp dmg) and Zakara (-21 hp dmg) and both of you collapsed. Sometime later, you were roused and saw Azzog’s face staring down at you both, your wounds were dressed and almost entirely healed up. When you looked about it seemed you were even deeper in the complex somewhere, and Azzog sported some fresh injuries and was bathed in blood.

“The fat one evaded my claws, but not before I delivered a mortal injury. He’s bleeding, deeply. He’ll lead us straight to the henhouse, I have experience in these matters. Wound the minion, and they lead you straight to the one above them” he laughed, a fierce look in his eye. Then he looked to Whisper “I plucked a few healing potions from your bag, you both were nearing the death gate” he chuckled.

Zakara
Zakara

Whisper's metal eyes go hovering and come upon 6 cultists a short ways up the hallway. The leader can be heard giving a speech to the others. He is talking about feeding us to the evil one, and how they must be brave to carry this thing thru.


Zakara looks at  Azzog, who looks unimpressed by the speech. I turn and tell Angel to stay and watch Whispers back and protect him. Azzog and I start to move closer to the 6 cultists. Azzog has his throwing knives and Zakara has his glaive ready. They will try to kill quickly from a distance before they are even spotted, causing maximum fear and confusion.

Whisper
Whisper

( 28/51 +? )
"Six cultists up ahead, searching for one of their own who has wandered off with all of their unholy books.  I would love to destroy those teachings if the opportunity presents itself.  Shall we grant these fools the deaths they seek?"

graphalfkor
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AS WHISPER’S metal eyes hovered about, they came upon a cadre of six cultists nearby that came to a sudden halt. One of them stood and addressed the five before him: “My brothers, spread out and continue searching for our missing brethren. He, and he alone holds the ancient rites required to perform our unholy rituals. Remember my fellow brothers and sisters, have yourselves some fun living in the shadows. Your time will come, and you will be granted powers of the vile one you have come to call your beloved master. Only he can, through our combined works bring this world to its knees. As you well know, this world and life are horrible and deserving of total obliteration. You must dig deep and discover what lies there that can be of use to our foul order”



Whisper
Whisper

( 28/51 )
Given that there is a brief pause Whisper consumed half of his last remaining healing potion and offered the other half to Zakara who had a nasty looking wound on his leg.  He then sent the wizard eyes on a scouting mission about the area while he himself carefully looked for traps.  "I agree Azzog and we should do so with caution, these lunatics have more deadly tricks about of that I'm sure."


OC: Site looks drastically different, better!  Awesome job!

graphalfkor
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By the time Whisper could formulate his next move, the fat cultist was gone. He’d slipped through the secret door set in the wall, and when all three of you made your way there you saw it was locked from the opposite side. Pulling the torch did naught, there may be more to this door than it would seem.

Azzog said “These cultists orders have certain tricks and ways about them, hidden annexes full of the fools hidden dwellings. This door may waste our time, let us proceed and explore deeper. Answers will unveil ere long, eh? I am keen to discovering this princess I heard mention of. It would be a good work to secure her from molestation”

Whisper
Whisper

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Whisper twisted the platinum ring on his hand(item: Assassins ring), summoning a poison coated dagger while touching his family clasp around his neck.  He next spoke the words of power to teleport himself to the cleric.  He just hoped that he could beat the mad man to the punch before whatever he had just unleashed came forth.

OC: Teleport, stab, if the cleric is paralyzed shove him in the bag of holding and either teleport back to safety or carefully retreat down a likely trapped corridor if there are no immediate threats.  If he saves versus the strong poison it becomes a knife fight, his hollow boot dagger still has a charge of deadly poison in it.

Zakara
Zakara

After the hall is cleared of Zombies, and Whisper takes care of the rogue, they see the fat rat running down the hall. Apparently he is out of shape as he has to stop and pant of air.


He then pulls on a torch and the wall opens. As he enters he says "come after me if you dare".


Zakara looks at his partners and says, "gentlemen, do we dare follow the fat rat?"

graphalfkor
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The female thief had no fangs, as Whisper thought. She was just an ordinary rogue.


Azzog: "I smell the fat rat nearby, I can hear him as well. He's running like a little coward. Let's resume the hunt!"


Pursuing the cultist, the party entered a wide girthed passageway which was dark but dimly lit by a crimson light. There were a few torches along the walls that exuded a orange haze. The fat cultist was farther down the passage, knelt over panting for breath. He noticed the party, shoot his fist angrily and pulled on a torch sconce, laughing as part of a wall slithered open, 'come after me if you dare! hahahahah!'

Whisper
Whisper

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Whisper managed to eventually gain control of his limbs, the poison made movement very difficult and sluggish.  He used his free left arm and hand to pry open the woman's lips and with a grunt he lifted his head up to have a look at her teeth.  He had a gut feeling about what he was about to see when his eyes eventually found their focus.

OC: Crossing off charm person let me know if that is not ok?  If she's not a neck biter he'll eventually get up and frisk the body for valuables and useful things.  If she is a neck biter he'll be much quicker to get up, less thorough with the pat down and then give her daily charge #2 of the flame.  I have 1 potion of healing left and no idea what came from Anne.  Here's to hoping the thief has a potion of greater healing! :)

graphalfkor
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Faster on the draw, Zakara unleashed his whirring glaive that sliced between legs of the approaching swordsmen then returned and Zakara controlled it to slice the jugular of four of these enemies. They collapsed as blood drained out of them rapidly.

“Save some fun for me” Azzog growled, snarling menacingly the ranger eviscerated two of the swordsmen.

Meanwhile, Whisper felt rather than saw two blades pierce the small of his own back. He spun around to see a grinning female rogue there, with a shortsword and dagger inserted into his backside just as he was prepared to unleash a spell. This thief looked quite familiar, though you could not figure out how just then (-16 hp backstab) then Whisper collapsed into a deep sleep on the flat of his back.

The fat white robed cultist chanted furiously and this time, unleashing a spell on him. The tingling quelled but nothing happened and the cultist screamed fanatically ‘Tharizdun, grant your beloved servant the power to obliterate these wretched mortals’

Another throw of his glaive and a bloody path sliced through the throng of slithering orcs, who moved incredibly slow. The cultist ducked out of the way, narrowly avoiding your deadly weapon. Suddenly a horde of undead orcs buried atop of Zakara, and Azzog roared ‘Zakara!’ while the cultist laughed triumphantly ‘hold him!’ and then, the white robed cultist cast yet the same spell, and again Zakara staved off its effects.

The cultist shook his head in disbelief ‘you damned heretic, how dare you resist the will of Tharizdun’s minion! Rip him to shreds for his blasphemy!’

But then, the Nyriddian warrior summoned his strength and burst out of the pile of undead orcs. However, one zombie took a savage bite out of Zakara’s leg meat, chomping away at his flesh (-14 hp dmg) savoring the life in it.

Azzog came and slaughtered the remaining orcs in his path, also killing the female rogue who loomed over Whisper’s prone form, shooting a wrist-bolt perfectly into the wily petite girls left eye. She fell over and died on top of Whisper.

This time, the white cultist retreated into the shadows and disappeared. Right when Whisper woke up and found a dead woman atop of him with a dart sized crossbow bolt in her eye socket.

Zakara
Zakara

Six men in armor and shield come thru the far door. Three split off and go towards Azzog, while the other three move for Zakara, The fat man in the back says, "easy coin for the barbarian". Then he starts with a spell and throws a hammer at Azzog which misses.


Zakara takes his glaive, kneels down and throws the glaive and the lower legs of the men coming towards him. Hits there would slow them down some.


If he happens to get hits on at least 2 of three he will retrieve his glaive, throw once at the fat man, then face off against the armored men with his sword.

Whisper
Whisper

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Whisper quickly worked the words of power to convert one of the six to an ally.

OC: Cast charm person on one of the guards by Zakara.  Otherwise cast magic missile at the cleric if possible.

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As Whisper quickly managed to add the finishing touches to the trap he’d been laying, he spun around to come face to face with a snarling orc-zombie. The burly orc, ugly in life and moreso in death grabbed hold of the adventurer and tears into him (-2 hp dmg) though a curious silver wrymling peered out of his backpack and shot a gout of controlled flame that incinerated the undead orc’s head, the flame quickly consumed it.

Behind the growing horde of undead, Zakara could make out a fat white cultist hiding behind two zombies, murmuring evil words of power. The fat cultist sneered angrily at Zakara ‘there, the heretics who murdered my beloved master, and right before passing the dark gift to his sweetest slave! Take them, they will join that beautiful whore in her doom!”

In one fell throw Zakara’s glowing glaive tore through the mid-sections, legs and arms of seven orc-zombies, and they fell over to die the second death. Azzog was a sight to behold, tearing the heads off of zombies and tearing them down effortlessly with brutal rakes of his retractable claws, his longsword dealt swift blinding blows that eviscerated all who came before him.

The fat cultist laughed, then roars: ‘we have them in position, spring the trap!’ then he slinked back into the shadows trying to sneak away undetected. Out of the north door stormed six men, clad in heavy armor each bearing a longsword and shield. Three splintered off to engage Azzog who growled at them angrily. The other three came at Zakara, laughing mockingly at the sight of him ‘easy coin for a grubby barbarian boy from the hills!’ they laughed in unison at the jibe.

Meanwhile, the fat cultist chanted ‘xiolog noquar’ and plucks a hammer out of thin air then flung it towards Azzog, but the cat-man ducked low and snarled ‘you’ll have to do better than that, you fat man!’

Zakara
Zakara

From his overwatch position, Zakara hears groaning just before the east doors flies open and a lot of orc zombies come thru.

There is also a shadow of some sort. Azzog starts throwing daggers, so the glaive goes right behind them. Sort of hard to miss at the moment with Zombies  being wall to wall.


Zakara draws his sword for when the fighting becomes close in, but will continue with his glaive. Azzog suddenly finds himself cut off by 6 orc zombies. Zakara can see his talon slash thru the enemy. Zakara gives one more throw of his glaive, then proceeds up towards Azzog so he can eliminate the zombies that have him cut off.

Whisper
Whisper

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OC: I'm not sure if my PC is in the battle.  If No:Whisper heard the sounds of battle nearby but tuned them out to finish his task.
  If Yes: Whisper left his work and moved to lineup a flame strike against as many of the foes as possible while keeping his friends out of harms way.

graphalfkor
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Zakara's warrior instincts were instantly on edge when he heard disturbing groans coming from the east door. As he looked that way, it burst forth and out of it crept 20 orc zombies which advanced slowly into this chamber. Behind them: a bat winged shadow that glared with cold hateful white eyes at you, commanding these lesser undead.


Shadow: feast on their flesh! Spare the Nyriddian if you can, if not no matter!


Azzog sprang into action quickly, toppling two zombies with a whirring throwing dagger. Then six zombies surrounded him, blocking him off from you and Whisper.



Zakara
Zakara

Zakara takes up an over watch position while Whisper goes about laying his traps. He has a little something to eat, shares some with Angel and Azzog.


He then goes about cleaning the blood off of his weapons, and binding wounds, and rests.

Whisper
Whisper

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Whisper sends one of the eyes up the stairwell to keep watch above and the other was sent to keep watch over the door(if the orcs had left the viewport open it continued on past the doorway to scout ahead).  Then he got to work setting a trap or two on the stairs. 

graphalfkor
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The party descended the stairs then came into an anti-chamber adorned by four doors, each closed. There were two torch sconces on the walls full of cackling fire, playing dancing shadows along the blocky stones that comprised the floor. Your eyes caught sight of a ribcage in one corner, some rusted armor in another, and a half gnarled ogre’s leg-bone.

Then, in the northern door two orc’s beady red eyes greeted you and narrowed with evil mirth, they poised crossbows into the barred window there. The first one shot two missiles at Whisper, missing the dextrous rogue. The second orc’s bolts pierced into Zakara the second struck into his chest (-19 total) the orcs laughed in their throaty obnoxious way and fled.

Zakara had fallen unconscious but some time later, awoke as Azzog mended his wounds with masterful skill, and administered a potion to him (+15 hp’s restored). The keltari ranger turned to Whisper and said ‘Lay a trap at the base of those stairs, a good one. One which would maim and kill properly. Take your time crafting it, I have you covered”



Whisper
Whisper

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Whisper agreed with Zakara and Azzog, it was time to continue the destruction of these cultists and to save the royal before her sacrifice.

Zakara
Zakara

After Whisper clears the hall, it is decided that there is work to be done, and people to be freed. People that may be able to help up. So Zakara looks at Azzog and Whisper, looks down at Angel and says, "are we ready to continue?"

graphalfkor
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Azzog: “Two mercenary sellswords, I dealt with them swiftly, cheap workers of sword work. If I’m guessing my scents correctly, there’s some undead on the level below us. The lesser sort, and some orcs. I slew two orcs on opposite side of a door through the barred window. Before I ended them they were speaking about some fun ritual to take place in the next two hours”