Lord Daynar

When you called on Septul for dissimination of the dragon’s knowledge and memories, she tells you:

Master, Emmera Dracos was a adult female wrym that dominated northern Direwood for centuries since the Drenai dynasty, approximately 10,500 years ago. Her lair lies in the heart of the northern sector of the forest, in a ruins on an isle in the middle of a cloister of dense bogs. Various creatures invited by Emmera to safeguard her lair make their own dens in a 3 mile radius outside of the bogs she called home. Beneath the ruins is the Dungeons of Draxcon, also known as the shadow vault, which asside from her lair there’s no telling what still lurks therein. However, it was heavily trapped and she had numerous mercenary servitors to protected it, undoubtedly still does!

When the Duke strode into the chambers, he made gestures that told his servants to fetch food and drink, minor facets of decorum he delegated to his vassals, hating them. He sat himself at a large throne like chair at a long rectangular table, eying you briefly while consuming a large cup of beer, wiping his mouth and sighing in appreciation of the ale.

He turned his eyes towards you once again, ‘So boy, and the rest of your little wolf pack here have been stirring things up in my city, eh? Heh heh” he laughed as if it all amused him. He was a sharp eyed man with dark wavy brown hair, and eyes lit with a blend of mirth, intellect, and curiosity. ‘Let’s see here, you’ve killed Lord Kraybor, several city-lords, a Green Dragon, and some escapades down in the southlands. Ah, you saved Lord Dreygar  and defeated many assassins sent to you by a Jez’zurian highlord whose sired enough whores sons and daughters to build an army. Seems like your own brothers and sisters are a litter of cunts! But you managed to escape all of their schemes to end your existence prematurely” he took the document report he’d read concerning you and lit it under a candle flame, watching it consume with flames, ‘Well, seems like Lady Kyrillia’s not just blowing sunshine up your arses!” he snickered as some servants brought platters of meat, fruit, pitchers of mead, wine, and smoked Direboar. He didn’t seem interested at all in any of the fare, as though it were all common foodstuffs, and he insisted the party eat over talk.

“Look, Whisper of Jez’zur. I’m the queen’s hand, which means I’m in charge of things here. Lady Kyrillia, the queens second cousin once removed had been assigned a special task of great import to the throne, and for the weal of the realm. I shant lie, I had a hand in her choosing. When I was a young, reckless, rebellious fool adventuring in the land you grew up in, I’d met a curious lady who was a natural born enchantress and a master assassin, your mother. She taught me a charm person and friends spell in exchange for one day lending her an aid, a favor of some sort, whatever it would be. Of course, at that time I was stupid and eventually she cashed in on that favor. Which was helping you in some fashion, to provide you with a fighting chance at life.

When you too were but a fool spending your monies on wine and women, befriending whores and thieves in your circus days my servants were swiftly dispatching all manner of scum seeking to snuff the rightful heir of your father, for you wore his face and it was known as scandal in the courts you left behind. His wife, who couldn’t bore children was embittered as the poison of jealous consumed her soul. She and her fellow bitches all sent the first wave of killers to track you down and end you. However, while you were engaged in avoiding deaths tasteless kiss, my men slew the wives. That was my hand in this favor that I owed, however, your brothers and sisters not wishing for your late father to pass down all his wealth to you plotted to eliminate you once and for all.

Truth be known I didn’t think you had a hope in hell, even with my considerable assistance. But when you prevailed against uneven odds, and through some smart tricks came out ahead I recommended you to Kyrillia for her team building project. The queen commanded we assemble a team that mirrored the one who once served her father the high king Rodac, the ‘Blades of Nyr’ they were once known as. Her majesties royal counselor pressured her into reconstructing the Blades once more, that they could be called into action and do the undoable, to go beyond the mere measure of mortal men.

We’d had such a band once before, the Watcher’s had a heck of a run. They controlled the open land betwixt cities in the realm, rangers and thieves, scouts, spies, assassins. They were able to do audacious works and perform missions in dangerous lands, however they were all betrayed by a new enemy that still exists. To this date, only one man I knew of has learned something of this puppetmaster. A ranger named Pride Yorkesdale, until he was murdered by someone in the village of Harby before he could relay the secret.

Since that time and the recent discoveries your party has unearthed, it seems quite plausible that whomever had Pride eliminated was behind Kraybor’s secret agenda. All we’ve been doing is merely reacting, and now the queen wishes to rectify the situation.

Will you take up arms for the queen for the good of the realm once more?”

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graphalfkor
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You sensed the amulet’s abilities were unavailable as it hasn’t sufficiently fed on a living, intelligent creature for quite some time and it was devoid of soul stuff to fuel its significant power. You cannot journey to the shadus plane just yet, since the amulet is only now starting to attune itself to you fully.

Kaldar nodded, ‘rest over there against the wall there’ he closed the door behind, and casted a spell of his own touching the door handle, ‘this lock should prevent any from sneaking up behind us’ he quickly went into the throughs of another spell, and one of his eyes spat out a replica of itself then began hovering ahead and through the door. He turned to you, “Hmm, there’s a chaurus inside of that husk. We’ll have to either steal past it or kill it outright. Together it should not pose too much of a real threat, I just fear if there are any Falmer nearby who might be its master” he continued ‘The falmer usually train chaurus as pets. Falmer are a despicable, degenerate race spawned from elvenkind. They’re blind, but can hear exceptionally well, and have other senses that more than compensate. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time slaughtering drow in my days of being a Watcher”

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Hendrack stroked his chin contemplatively for a moment, guaging your expression for a brief bout then nodded, “Every  evil faction is out to gain the artifacts for two purposes, to possess their power but to ensure they remain out of the hands of Tharizdun’s agents. And as such, those who serve neutrality stand by and observe passively some aiding in subtle ways, but striving to remain out of the game as much as they can afford not to. At least one of these artifacts ought to be rightly destroyed, if only one could be that would be sufficient to ensure that Tharizdun’s prison remains intact for eternity. Aeons ago, when he threatened the existence of the multiverse all the God’s and their mortal servitors came together as one to incarcerate him. Evil, Nuetrality, Good these forces merged to do what was required else all existence would have ceased to exist. You will need a weapon of significant potency to ensure your success in this mission. I see you already had gotten the Orb of Golden Death, I’ve inserted the four gems into its sockets each representative of the various elements: Air, Wind, Earth, Fire”

He healed you and Morga removing all physical injuries and provided you both with a satisfying meal, drink, and your possessions back.

The cleric spoke as he observed you both eating quietly, “Ride out to your companions, swiftly as they’ve set out bound for the bandit kingdom, at behest of your mighty mistress Kyrillia. However, that is a misdirection. Kyrillia was fed false information from a enemy double agent who works for the cultists. Kane, a cleric of Tharizdun will move to crush your companions in a fell ambush. He has an army of trolls at his command, and has been blessed by Tharizdun with the ability to shapeshift into a Black Dragon thrice a month. Once you retrieve your company, press hard to gain either the initiator or the awakener, although if my instincts serve me the initiator is the primary key to be unearthed. Beware its power, it is impressively fell. Agents of the Dark Moon Sons are in its possession, and have plans to begift it to their master Infestix. This must never come to pass!”

Whisper
Whisper

2/45
"You are well aware that the companions we keep will strive to thwart the gathering of the three Theoparts.  Such are the tasks of foolish heroes are they not?  Now, that we've conveniently uncovered the locations of two of the parts the tasks in front of the Blades of Nyr would seem straight forward enough even for the righteous to follow."  Whisper spoke through swollen lips, for the first time he wondered if the information wasn't planted within the madman's papers.  "Seeking one of the two known parts and its destruction will appease those whom we serve.  Is that enough to stay the executioner's blade?"  Whisper cautioned a glance through a swollen and bloodied eye at Hendrak who would likely be the person to do the deed.

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Hendrack smirked, then scowled in a restrained manner ‘You’ve some talent in presenting the unfolding game as a witless child might’ he said with a stern scoff, ‘indeed, we’re over reaching in our over reaction then? The prophecies of our infernal lords bespeak of horrid possibilities even those who serve the dark powers ought to, with all their collective might prevent from ever transpiring, much less having lesser minions speak such heresies or thinking of them. You trivialize the threat as the stupid forces who play at being protectors of the world would, never anticipating that that is the exact attitude the cult of Tharizdun is praying for!” he fumed, infuriated as if explaining the obvious to a mere child. He wagged a finger in your direction and continued: “You’ve had a modicum of luck thus far in vanquishing Karnak, Theobald, and Kraybor. These lackey’s were presented to you as lambs for slaughtering, but their destruction was not only insignificant, it was by design meant to keep you preoccupied from the true overlying threat to us all. Whilst you fought hard and toiled to debunk Tyranthraxus’s organization, the cult has been recruiting new fools to swollen its forces, and now they’ve dispatched four separate parties they’ve recruited with the ill begotten wordly possessions of their new members. Two parties to find the two known theorparts, the Awakener and the Initiator. Now, are you going to check your mindless tongue and tell me where your allegiances lie or should I send you all to hell?”

Whisper
Whisper

2/45
"The enemy of my enemy..."  Whisper mused as he wrapped his arms around his naked torso and leaned forward to try and find some position that didn't cause too shooting pains.  "What is it that you propose then?  More importantly, why would an active god with myriad's of followers have anything to fear from a nearly dead god with but a few lunatics and fanatics?"

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The cleric laughed, “Spare me your feeble lies, foolish thief. Though fool thou be, Iuz would gladly receive you. Since he is the Lord of Deception. Release him” when, two hobgoblin guards moved towards you and detached your manacles and you fell to the floor hard, “Lift him up” the man said in a commanding voice, "Gently!" he admonished.


You were guided through a temple and into a spacious, luxurious chamber that served as the cleric’s personal dwelling place. Morga was seated at  a round table, next to her was Norris the Gray and scattered on the table was all of your belongings and possessions. “Please be seated”  Hendrack bade, and seeing your hesitation made a silent gesture toward his Hobgoblins who forcefully seated you.

“What ill bred madness is this?” Morga challenged, but she looked on you with concern which overrode her present foul mood.

Hendrack himself looked perplexed, but then he seated himself down and poured himself a chalice full of crimson colored wine, then another and offered some to you and Morga. He locked eyes with you for a moment then said “My apologies, but you came upon our domain quite unexpected. Norris here is merely a mercenary, correction an extraordinary mercenary and was acting under orders. He was going to kill you both, hadn’t I intervened in due haste” he sighed as if the very thought horrified him. Norris wore a flippant look, not sure where this was all going.

The cleric went on, “Your boon companions have slaughtered the nine successfully and wiped them out, and sent Nickodus to the abyss. They’ve proven themselves most capable. However, we must all join forces and unite together. It is the will of Iuz, my true master to never see the Chained God unchained or even close to being. We’ve since negated our alliance with that fool Tyranthraxus and his exapansion campaign in the northlands”

He paused to have more drink, then continued.

“There is more at large here than is really known. The world is at risk of being engulfed in an endless darkness none can escape from. Even every religious faction in the thirteen realms are working harmoniously to do what scant they can to prevent that fell Gods release. For if he is risen, and ye Gods pray that will never transpire in this present age the third blight will be this spheres last. For Tharizdun will plunge Scarlor in its entirety into the Abyss”

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Whisper
Whisper

(2/45)
"You have my eternal thanks for restoring my vision and the vision of my companion.  Your god is truly a forgiving and merciful one, perhaps we'll convert ..."  Whisper muttered with a half smile while blood flowed from his mouth.  He tried to get a better look at whoever was tormenting him through eyes that were nearly swollen shut and then gave up on the worthless endeavor.  Instead, Whisper focused his thoughts inward to determine if he had any spells remaining in his memory after coming to.  All of the pain made it difficult to think ...

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Septul: unable to go there yet!

Before you released the charm domination, you sensed it wouldn’t affect the spitting cobras. This form of charm power only worked on intelligent beings. As you decided what to do next, Spitting Cobra #1 spat a spray of venom towards Morga who lurched out of its trajectory. The offensive spray struck the far wall and made an angry hissing sound as it came into contact with the smooth stone block. The second snake’s spray struck you dead square in the face and in the eyes and everything instantly blackened as you’re powerfully blinded.

Norris: “heh heh heh, so you’re him huh? Heard bout you, the big boss has a price on your head. Enough of a bounty to actually get out of the slave business” he laughed some. Morga gets herself blinded but takes one of the snakes out with a well executed glaive throw.

Your preternatural senses were very much alive and you sensed a few hobgoblins encroaching towards your position were harrangued by the cultists, who were pleading with them to kill themselves.

Norris leaped up into the air and landed somewhere between you and Morga, Morga which he knee’d in the small of her back. He viciously cut across your backside with his longsword twice with damning accuracy (-25 hp dmg) meanwhile, as Morga defiantly tried to get back up and counter attack one of the two bloodhawks descended on her and gouged into her eyes out with its talons and beak.

“We have to save them!” Lars cried out.

“Indeed!” Norris roared, inserting his longsword through the portcullis and stabbing into Lar’s chest, killing the Lorian in one fell stroke.

Morga desperately launched her glaives at Norris but her blind condition she was wildly thrashing like a cornered animal, “You really want to kill me, don’t you you sweet bitch?!” Norris shot at her. You were unconscious but somehow able to see all of this going on.

When you woke, you felt horrible. You were naked and your wrists bound by manacles suspending you high off the ground. You were in a cell, with a single metal door and a narrow view port inside of it 6’ft off the ground. A group of six Hobgoblin guards came in and clubbed you with rods to subdue you, when a man strode into the cell. He was clad in a fanciful suit of field platemail with intricate runes engraved upon the gleaming surface and he had a huge warhammer slung on his back. He turned cold gray eyes on you, sneering, ‘I restored your vision to you, that you could enjoy the visual pleasures of your own denegration” he smirked, ellated at the prospect, then said “How did you manage to destroy Karnak? He was a useful blunt instrument in our organization” he asked rhetorically, stroking his chin in thought, ‘you’re brave, but so is a dog. Your overconfidence has swiftly delivered you unto me. Mmmm, I wonder. Perhaps you and your whore’s destruction at the altar will set an example for the other irritants of your motley crew”


Whisper
Whisper

(41*/45)
'Septul, are you able to come forth yet?  Subduing this Norris fellow and questioning him on the Shadus plane could provide us valuable insight.'  Whisper questioned his constant companion with his thoughts as he attempted his last charm of the day on one of the large and likely extremely venomous snakes.  He hoped to turn them upon each other rather then having either Morga or himself engage in close combat with them.

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Norris briefly coughed but wasn’t as overwhelmed by the stinking cloud, and he moved out of its area of effect, drawing his longsword and glaring through narrow slits, ‘you’ll pay for your meddling, fools’ just then: behind you dropped an iron portcullis that blocked you and Morga from Teelah and Lars who were trapped behind it, Lars having shoved Morga out of harms way. Another identical portcullis fell over the main entrance you had entered via Karnak’s secret chambers.

Two bloodhawks decended toward you and Morga like darts, both of you dodged skillfully out of harms way as the birds flew back toward the high ceiling.

While you and Morga were briefly paused in evasive manuevering, out of Norris’s shadow emerged a spotted jaguar that charged towards your group, meanwhile Norris flung a heavy bag and it plopped to the ground when out of it slithered a pair of hissing king cobras.

“You’ll never leave here alive, miscreants!’ he snarled.

The pair of bloodhawks descended on you once again and clawed at your neck (-4 hp dmg) their beaks gored at your flesh as well. The jaguar assailed Morga but failed to deliver its deadly claws on her, and she countered with a swift decisive blow that skewered the beast and finished as her short curved sword entered its mouth and up through its brain.

Morga scoffed, shoving the very dead jaguar off of her favorite weapon and pointing it at Norris, ‘You stupid bastard, we slew your fool wizard cohort Karnak and we’ll tear your damned head off next for my growing trophy collection. Hope you had a bath!”

“Kill them all!” Norris roared, riled at his Hobgoblins, ‘bring me the Nyriddian bitch, I’m going to fuck the dogshit out of her tonight”

“Forward march!” one eager Hobgoblin cried out and they began coming at you as one.

The Wrymling, sensitive to the menace before it unleashed a wide cone of yellow gaseous ichor that paralyzed all of the Hobgoblins halting them dead in their tracks. Norris wasn’t impressed, or afflicted. He produced a bullwhip, flung it toward you and wrapped its tail around the hilt of your dwarf blade. With a skilled tug he ripped the sword from its scabbard and it twirled through the air unti it embedded itself in rock on the far wall. With his off hand he flung a pair of daggers at both of you with his off hand, one struck Morga in the leg and the one intended for you missed.

DECISION?

Whisper
Whisper


Whisper quickly began casting the Stinking Cloud spell he had learned focusing its power upon Norris.  Ash's mask would allow him to enter the area after it was covered in noxious vapors to dispatch the man and his hobgoblins, feeding his soul to Septul.  Without the dangerous man organizing the forces watching over the slaves, their tracking down of the cache of explosives and freeing those trapped below would be made all the easier...

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Septul silently informed you that one of the dweomer’s of the amulet was preternatural knowledge. “The vampire brain works as such, master, and as my will is woven into this device my mind becomes as one with your own. Things such as the thoughts of others, surface thoughts, documents all become known. Ere long you will read the minds of mortals on other continents and in other lands, if you so choose.  Only various beings can nullify this, supernatural beings, celestial and infernal”

You also read one letter that caught your attention:

"I will never follow the orders of a hobgoblin. I don't go on
missions until I know exactly what we're supposed to do. And I don't go
on missions for an unknown amount of food, treasure and slaves'. I do
go on missions where I am in command; where I know exactly what the
target is; and where I know exactly how much I'll get paid. Don't send
me another order until you can meet my terms."


   Signed,

 Norris the Gray

Some commotion from the main temple area caught your attention.  The Elf and the cleric were curious as well as fearful, a dampened fear. They were rescued now, and some hope returned to them. Lars was thinking about what a horrific, cruel end it would have been to be sealed in a stone tomb. Thank the heavens this young man had the teremity, if not the addled brains to come into this place of suffering as he did WHEN he did! he thought.

Morga sensed the commotion too, and she was happy for it.  The huntress fluidly glided toward the door with controlled self restraint. As your band crept toward the temple, a lone cultist was trying to flee when two Hobgoblins caught him and began bludgeoning him taking turns and shoving him between themselves for cruel amusement. The she-elf, Teelah grew infuriated and clenched the sword's handle, anticipating action. The cultist was laughing and whimpering at the same time, ‘You insipid fools!’ he roared, grabbing the dagger from one of the Hob soldiers and poising it menacingly he slit his own throat and fell to the floor lifelessly. The hobs sniggered at this, even though they were somewhat stunned.


A human fighter stood on a stone bench observing the handiwork of the hobs, his arms defiantly folded across his chest. Armed with longsword and dagger, he wore a chainmail hauberk and was observing the slaughter with passive interest. One cultist was escaping up the sloped tunnel you came in and he flung a dagger into him that brought the cultist down. The fighter didn’t seem to derive any pleasure from this, this was just business as usual, ‘Sweep the area and clear up any traces anybodies been here. Hendrack wants to rebuild the air temple, find me some fool who can persuaded. Go scour the open roads you’ll find someone I’m sure who can be convinced”

“Bloody hell where’s that damned wizard when I need him?” Norris muttered.

Whisper
Whisper

Whisper blinked forcefully and changed the focus of his eyes to somewhere away from the table of papers.  His mind swirled and finally registered that he had not been paying attention to what was going on around him and how long it had been while the papers held his attention.  Unsure of what amulet power or secret wielding deity had just granted him this latest boon he tried to quiet his thoughts and perhaps those too of the mad cleric's works.  'The papers concerning the general locations of two of the artifacts would be good to take in order to slow those who did not already know of their rough locations.'  Whisper thought to himself and sent his agile hands to locating just those documents as he tuned back in to what was going on around him...  

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Septul: I sense no deception, he truly is just an archivist.

The female elf took the brand gratefully, giving it a practice test swing before sheathing it, 'My thanks, Shalkalah. You are a strange mortal man, a boy really. I owe you my gratitude!"

"As do I" Lar's added, "I will write the chronicles of your heroics my young audacious friend if you would permit a lowly writer of words? My thousand pardons if I am insufficient for your greatness mi'lord' he looked towards Morga 'Hmmm, mayhap mi'lady you are our rescuer's woman? What pray tell might be thy name?"

Morga eyed the man with a scowl, 'Silence your forked tongue, dog or I shalt slice it out and feed it to the creatures in this vile place!' she fumed. She gestured as if finished then her short but effective sword flashed out and she poised it in both of their directions, 'I grow weary of deceitful practices or those who betray, if any such compulsions overcomes you you'd best be advised you'll regret any indecent activities. Just ask yourself one thing, is it worth my life?" she sheathed her sword, satisfied with her warning.

When you saw the documents, you already knew what they contained as if you'd read them in closer scrutiny. Even the ones in mad gibberish were made clear as though wrote by an unscathed saner mind. The cultists were villagers who had been converted by the cult leader, a demon priest of Tharizdun and given their children for offering as initiation. Only until recently did the leader discover Tharizdun was in fact Tharizdun, for he had been worshipping the Elder Elemental God of the drow, not knowing it was Tharizdun the chained God. He was introduced into worship of the drow God by secretly spying on and skulking in the underdark, gaining an addiction to being deepearth.

The cultist leader was truly a madman, and would rant and rave like a lunatic and sacrifice children. He speaks of a prophecy called the Third Blight, which will engulf all the world in unending darkness, and the dead will inherit the world until the living is snuffed out. He's written notes that seemed worthy of your interest:

Several factions will rise up to seek out the Theorparts. 

These are the pieces of the Tripartite Artifact of All Evil, each part representing one of the evil alignments. When joined together they will release Tharizdun from his bondage. The Awakener is kept in a pyramid in the Suss forest and the Unbinder lies in the Suloise metropolis now known as the Forgotten City. As insurance against The Evil One's release, all parts can only be retrieved by mortals. No matter who holds them, they will be corrupted and lost to an evil power ('one artifact to rule them all, one artifact to find them...'). 

Several bands of mortals will rise and set out, at the same time as pre-ordained by the ancient ones to compete for the theorparts. Some will serve various incarnations of evil, others good and others somewhere in the grey area. Grazz't, Lord Scorch, Lord Daynar, and many others will participate in this. An unlikely hero who will champion neutrality will come forth to potentially ruin the plans of the evil one.

 


Whisper
Whisper

'Septul, does Lar's tale ring true?'  Whisper requested telepathically of his companion and since he did not note any traps about the room he opened his bag of holding and removed the elven long sword he'd found among Theobald's things as well as a pair of his wrist daggers and presented them to the rescued pair.  Next he moved to scoop up the documents from the table into the enchanted container for later review; pausing first to give the area around the table, the table itself, and the contents a thorough look over one last time.  With that completed Whisper's thoughts focused on rendering the temple un-usable for Hendrack as the conversation went on around him.  If they had to return here at a later date Hendrack would have more seasoned forces present at this evil temple.  The time to strike was now!  "Norris's explosives might be just the trick to closing this temple permanently.  That is if Jenkin's doesn't realize the test of faith that mighty Lor has placed before him."  The rogue observed coolly as he wondered if Septul had perhaps mapped this area of the Harby labyrinth while preparing to leave. He cast a final eye over the room for any loot or secrets that had eluded him before the group set out ...

OC: have the daily charges reset for the amulet and short sword?

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The Elf said “Ah, aye!  He was my escort from Cloak Keep. We were enroute to Lor to attend a private banquet when we wes stayed the night at an Inn in Harby. When we awoke, we were in cells and the bitter taste of vile ichor stung our lips and dulled our abilities, our wits. This man here I can attest has been nothing but decent and kind hearted, and has comforted me as much as one could dare hope in this horrid domain of evil”

The portly man turned to you, said ‘Name’s Jenkin’s, Whisper. Lar’s is my real name, but most call me by Jenkins. I’m not a true cleric of Lor, I’m only an archivist. I was heading to the Black Wood when I noticed the she-elf and her retinue beset upon by scum. I availed myself to their aid, what pitiable assistance I could offer. I was able to cast a spiritual weapon from a scroll the high priest gave to me, which did little good. The Goblinoids recoiled and were terrified then they quickly regained their composure and took me. I’d heard traveler’s stories, mostly ghost stories and drunken prattle. These cultists venerate Tharizdun, and some Air God. Little wonder, they seemed full of hot air ever since they caught me. I was half praying for a quick death on their altar if only to be rid of their foul crazed chants”

“What use is a bookworm here?” Morga said with a cross look, unimpressed, ‘can you fight, fat priest?” she asked with a chuckle, then wagged a finger in his direction ‘shadow us, and don’t make a damned nuissance. If we see any fighting, you’d damned well better make yourselves useful. Now, since we saved your collective buttocks tell us anything of use about this little hideout”

Jenkins: “Well, in the tunnels is where Kag kept most of his slaves. They’re mostly kept in line by Norris the Gray and his hobgoblins. They use explosives they stole from dwarves to excavate. There’s Imperial dwarven patrols time to time that decimates the Hobs, and other times duergar or drow. The cult has been staging ambushes capturing lone drow spies and sacrificing them on the altar. Be careful of Norris, he has a small flock of beasts as his bodyguards: a bloodhawk, a wild pig, a snake, and a  pair of weasels”

Morga: "And we've a wrymling who will make short work of such" 



Whisper
Whisper

Whisper cast a trained eye about the room for traps the mad cleric might have left behind, he also requested that Septul check the minds of the elf-woman and Lorian to determine if they were as they appeared and not one of the shapeshifters the cult employed.  The story from the cultist of an elemental cult paired with the gold skull they had found added yet another piece to the puzzle, one that presently didn't have anywhere to fit.  "If you are a Lorian cleric as the lunatic had believed then you have been rescued by friends of your order.  Miss, I also aided an elf warrior who was defending some farmers from a pack of Ogres and orcs somewhere outside of Harby.  Are you aligned with him my lady?  You may call me Whisper and this is Morga."  Seeing no need to let the abyssal tome get into these lunatics hands now that the ruse had been played and with the various documents strewn about the table Whisper thought it might be worth a quick trip to the Shadus plane to give the things to Septul for closer review.  Also, should these two pass Septul's tests he would offer to equip them as well as possible given any spare weapons or if they needed to gain spells they could accompany him to the Shadus plane.  He had no problems with aiding either of them to escape in return for their help in purging this temple of its taint and making it worthless by this Hendrack for whatever horrors he had planned for it.  

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 cultist: he doesn’t know about Hendrack? Oh, I forgotten he’s from above in the cursed lit world above. He must be great indeed, to abide that horrible light. “Hendrack’s the new self appointed lord of all the temples, including this one, master. He presides over the fire, earth, and water temples collectively. What you see here was the temple of air, but they were completely wiped out by a strike force of drow and trolls sent by the fire temple. The cult of air really venerates the Lord of Destruction, we merely pretend to be worshippers of the air elemental deity to appease Hendrack. Without the air temple intact his power somehow has diminished”

The she-elf and portly Lorian cleric were certainly appreciative of your rescue, and they seemed brightened by your warm treatment of them. Once you gained the cult leader’s plush underground apartments, you noted it would serve as an excellent base of operations. The door was thick and deadbolted on the inside, and laden with laced with lead paint as to prevent astral or ethereal breaches. On a rounded teak table were a stack of various letters.



Whisper
Whisper

Whisper's mind tried to come to terms with the depths of depravity that were occurring all around him in this foul place.  To these lunatics such horrors appeared to be ordinary every day occurrences!  Pushing the madness of the place from his mind he commanded the first of the two,(Non Weapon Prof: Acting?)  "You!  Bring the Lorian from the wall and this elven wretch to this pig's former quarters."  Whisper nudged the high cleric's corpse with the toe of his boot and triggered the spring side sheath of the boot, sending the venom filled obsidian dagger upward to be plucked from the air.  He held the black blade taken from a very similar temple not too long ago aloft and loudly proclaimed to the gathering.  "We will uncover the foulness these outsiders have planned for us while I prepare their bodies for the master's glorious altar!"  Looking to the other misguided soul kneeling before him, "You!  Come and tell us more of this Hendrack and why he and his followers resist the glory our master provides."

OC: General idea is to learn from the one cultist all that can be learned about Hendrack in the dead high cleric's quarters, ending their twisted life when they have no more information.  When they are alone with the poor bastard from the wall and the beaten elven woman in the former cleric's quarters they can play a ruse for the time being of false cries of agony occasionally while quietly discussing what the hell is going on here and how to cure it ...

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The mad cleric’s bulging eyes regarded you as if stupified that you could speak, and he laughed a cackling laughter, then crept closer whispering ‘eh, boy, ye seen some things I can sense...nice things? spying and hootin’ n hollarin huh? You little devil! Listen, my young follower, since you and your lovely companion there have come we could use a bit o’ muscle round here to teach that bastard Hendrack to fear the chained God. If you eliminate Hendrack, his followers we will appease our vile master’s ravenous hunger. Can you capture him with your mighty skills? Or are you naught but a lowly lapdog of Karnak’s?”

Morga sneered, ‘You sniveling dog!’ she stepped menacingly closer. The cleric shriveled back, afraid, outstretched a restraining hand ‘stay your hand, wench! I’m the leader of this flock, respect that fact! The world’s doom is nigh, it is time for celebration. Our mutual master’s plans are set into motion, soon we’ll cure the world of the malady of mortality. All will succumb before the third blight, when the endless dark befalls this world of light and nothingness”

Two cultists approached, dragging a naked and battered she-elf towards the cult leader, ‘Master, we found this worthless whore in the tunnels, spying on our brethren’s works’

The cult leader: “Take her to my chambers, she’ll make an excellent bedslave”

Morga moved slicing the cult leader’s head clean off his shoulder’s with a garrotte, pulling with tremendous strength until the deadly wire cut through the meat and bone of the priest’s neck. His head fell to the ground, and the cultists all cheered then began praising the name of Tharizdun. ‘They’ve rewarded our master with this magnificent death!’

Two cultists came and knelt down before you, ‘we come to serve you master!’

Whisper
Whisper

Whisper half bowed before the mad man after receiving his misguided healing, never once taking his eyes from the lunatic.  Half of what they'd hoped for had been achieved by his horrible attempt to deceive the high priest, he saw no need to press his luck further and figure out how to con the man into granting them a wish as Septul had advised.  "Yes master!"  He responded trying to match the typical fervor of the cultists they'd encountered so far(non weapon prof: Acting?).  Whisper moved as if following the priest's command and caught Morga's eye, he nodded that he would back her move whatever it was.  Unsure of what the deadly woman had in mind, he could only hope to react properly to aid her.  He reached out to Septul with his mind to see if she was available to aid them in cutting down these vile lunatics.  They would likely need her formidable skill to bring light to this temple of darkness...

OC: Battle options: - poisoned dagger in the high cleric's back, Forget spell on the high cleric, stinking cloud on the bulk of the temple guards if Morga cuts him down first ...

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While your deception was horrid (vs. chr: failure) and one of your own worse performances, the cult leader being something of a madman failed to detect anything awry. He regarded you for a moment with crazed eyes, ‘have you considered skulking in shadows and spying on average yokels? I strongly urge it of all my brothers and sisters of our horrendous order. Many of my new brethren go and even live in the homes of such people, so adept at shadow play are they. They do good works, like snatching the newborns with special marks upon them to appease our vile Lord's vile appetite. Yet, we’ve still not been able to capture the elusive prey who escaped our mutual master’s wrath. Their fate was pre-ordained for the stained altar, and their souls rightfully condemned to total destruction. If they're permitted to rise and mature, they may pose future troubles. As for you, receive the chained God’s blessing. You look ill, you are not yet worthy of the disease you now enjoy. Someday my brother you will be ready, but it is far too early for such" he clamps a hand on your forehead, eradicating the weakness in your body, "Now, you may go and fuck the temple whore there to gain a lesser disease, something that shall give you a taste of our master's greatness"

Septul: The Death Orb is a gold sphere three inches in diameter, shaped to resemble a human skull sans lower jaw. Atop the crown is a raised diadem with depressions, the latter designed to accept four large gems, one representing each element. The Orb has only limited powers without these gems. Its possessor can, at will, Detect spoken lies, Detect thoughts, and Poison with a touch. According to some archived journals in the Lorian archives, several elemental gems can be inserted into the depressions to increase the spell powers of the skull, but they've since been hid by the Watcher's during king Rodac's dynasty.

Whisper
Whisper

*-Diseased
Whisper waited a moment for the leader's focus to return to himself and Morga, "Pardon us, but master Kraybor has uncovered something of great importance while studying his abyssal tomes and consulting with the lords of the abyss.  Should we go somewhere to relay his findings?  Wouldn't want the Lorian to hear more of our secrets."

OC: Non Weapon Prof: Plans within plans ? Con the cleric with a story about once the gem is found or the nine return with their prize a pair of purified(no diseases) and enhanced(the spirtual enlightenment Septul alluded to) humans to an abyssal plane to conceive Tharizdun's child.  If the plan goes to heck, at least they will be alone to try and charm the high cleric or strike him down.

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“It is done” Septul stated as she cast the potent spell on the wrymling.

As you and Morga returned to the prime material plane both of you were delving deeper into the underground complex beneath Harby. You came upon a group of cultists, six in total who were dragging a pair of farmers and merchants against their will down a sloped tunnel. This main passage lead into a cluster of wide girthed cavernous grotto’s some with common runes engraved in the walls, and murals depicting a chained being with a hammer cracking the manacles from the chains. You heard murmurings, rythmic chanting that sounded disturbing and grated on the ears.

Bypassing several other cultists, all sullen faced several would stop to speak with you: “Praise Tharizdun, pray for the destruction of all life. Go and meditate on his release” and “Some day, my brother. Pray you will be a part of the end”

The series of lesser caves continued, and a group of skeletal servants came to escort the prisoners. A larger chamber with an altar in its center, where a black robed cult leader stood. The altar was stained with blood and he carried a kriss shaped dagger. 20 cultists were chanting and murmuring on their knees, and the skeletal minions brought the prisoners forward. A fat woman was selected and easily thrust on the altar, where the leader used the dagger to remove her clothing. The woman was screaming madly and the cult leader regarded her with mad bulging eyes, ‘shhhhhhhhh’ he said calmingly, stroking her cheek lovingly. He was smearing blood on her breasts and forehead, ‘why do you struggle, commoner? This fruitless existence is naught but suffering, and we are the cure which you secretely beg. How lovely, you were in your warm bed but an hour ago and now in a new one stained with the blood of innocent children. A fat whore worthy of my blade”

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” the fat woman struggled. The cult leader smiled, relishing her struggling, ‘yes my sweet, fight your way to hell’  he then raised the dagger and stabbed it into the woman’s chest right between her breasts.

The cult leader turned and regarded you and Morga with a suspicious scowl, ‘who are these two?’ he challenged, “Don’t tell me Theobald sent you? What hideous project has he contrived of this time?” he was wiping the womans blood from his face, turned to two acolytes and said ‘feed her carcass to my hellhounds”

The cult leader turned back towards both of you: “I suppose Theobald and Karnak are getting restless, aye? We’re pushing the slaves to the brink of death. If there’s a  gem down here, we’ll find it. Tell Theobald we need more men, we excavated the eastern tunnels and its rife with dwarves. They’ve killed all my ogres, and my orcs are too stupid to square against Imperial dwarves. The only good thing is that these dratted Dwarves are keeping the drow out of our secret plans”

He spun and singled out a man who was clad in priestly robes, “Ah, the ambassador of Lor, here on official business of the high priest no doubt. Well we’ll just say you met a bad end at the hands of a highwayman, or wolves. Why, people disappear all the time for no reason in the Nyrian highways” the cult leader ordered two skeletal guards to drag the portly man through a niche in the wall and they began sealing him in with bricks, “Fortunately for you, my friend I’ve met my quota for the altar. A slower death to a servant of your false God. Of course, you can renounce him and come into the truth”

Whisper
Whisper

- Diseased
Whisper leaned the staff he was half resting on against the bench and asked Septul about the items obtained from Theobald(ring, documents, elvish longsword).  He had thought at first to use the Permanency spell along with his newly acquired Blur spell.  Septul's suggestion that he consume the potion of invulnerability and the potion of perfection and then use the mighty spell was a novel one, indeed it was tempting to become so powerful in the blink of an eye!  Lord Daynar's command to protect and aid in the dragon hatchling's upbringing flashed across his mind at that moment.  That memory was quickly followed by his own mother teaching him the value of having powerful allies indebted to you.  Whisper located the scroll with the permanency spell upon it and unrolled it, he placed it next to the potion bottles.  Looking to his mentor he stated, "You are much more proficient then I in the arcane arts Septul.  Would you do me the favor of casting the permanency spell after the dragon hatchling consumes the potions?  After all, the life of a human is ever so short when compared to that of a dragon or an immortal being such as yourself.  Why squander such power on one such as me?  I see no value in immunity to normal weapons since the wounds they cause me are mended by the amulet's many blessings."  Looking to the peculiar beast seated on the bench who was already far greater then anything he could hope to become, "You, your kin and your offspring will go on to do more good then the Blades of Nyr and I will ever be able to accomplish.  Accept this gift, along with the tutelage Septul and the clergy of Lor can provide to you here on this plane.  Use my companionship and all of these gifts to your advantage to become powerful and wise because there are entire armies, entire nations, entire races seeking your destruction."


OC: Morga -> bracers of defense (PC has bracers of thievery dex +1), 5 darts of hornets nest
PC: Ring of protection +2/+1 to all saving throws
  book of abysmal - to be used in their ploy to infiltrate the local cult, it can be a gift from the demi-lich's champion to the local cult... gifted to him from Tharizdun himself...
  5 darts of hornets nest
  Staff of acid???? 
  the envelope, the remaining spells, the wooden cube, Karnak's journal, the golden skull, Theobald's documents can stay here for Septul's review or off-loading to the Lorians.

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 Septul:

    a shadow filled diamond: this diamond will allow you to bind a location on the prime material plane to a door on the shadus plane, master. For instance, when you return you will be back in Karnak’s laboratory. However, you could use such a diamond to say create a binding in Lor and return there instead.

    a pair of scrolltubes unmaligned by fire: #1: scroll with spells: anti-life shell, Dream, Magic Jar, Passwall, #2: Permanency , False Vision, Fabricate, Repulsion
    a ring: ring of protection +2/+1 to all saving throws
    10 darts: darts of the hornets nest
    a pair of bracers: bracers of defence AC 0
    a wooden cube with intricate sigils and modular components: its a special message receptacle, if you get the combination wrong tiny blades inside will shred the document it contains.

    a book encrypted in Abysmal (language of the Abyss) a bible of Tharizdun, it will cause you to go insane if you read it, and turn the reader chaotic evil.
    a potion of invulnerability
    a potion of perfection - once inhibited, this potion increases all of your ability scores by 1, and 1 particular designated attribute of your choice by 1d4 (e.g. I want to be more strong, swift, intelligent, etc)
    a vellum envelope


Whisper
Whisper


- Diseased
Whisper rubbed his forehead with his right hand, "Your counsel Septul will once again get us through these trials.  I hope a remedy for my disease can be obtained from these bastards before they meet their deserved end." He rose to his feet and waived a hand over the loot.  He picked up the acid staff and used it to steady himself.  "Septul, are any of these items of immediate use?  Speaking of loot that we stumbled upon what about that evil relic?  Do we need to obtain something like lead to encase the vile thing?  Preventing magical divination from locating it would make sense would it not?"

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Correction on the Shadus plane nwp: it allows you to touch an item and view phychic imprints of its former possessor, not know its history. E.g. what they did with it, glimpses of its uses, etc.

‘Kyeaaaa!’ Morga roared angrily, and Septul ended their bout, ‘these mortal games are dull, Nyriddian, I grow weary’

Morga scoffed, ‘If you were a real enemy I would have slain you in three exchanges’ she said pridefully.

Septul shrugged but said nothing more of it.

The Wrymling seemed to be watching and observing you closely. You somehow sensed it bore an aura of power that was already beyond you. Even in its current age state of a wrymling it was beyond your threshold for punishment, and perhaps more than even an ogre.

“You ought to train this magnificent creature” Morga said, and she spoke to it several times. It began spewing out common words easily.

“I will train it” Septul said, “I can alter my form into one of its ilk”.

Morga said “There’s a whole entire underground nest of evil scum, these cultists who perform child sacrifices in the shadows. What more fun would there be than to bring them to the slaughter? We’ll go in disguised as new recruits. None of them can withstand our combined fury”

Septul concurred, ‘With your current abilities increasing, you might. But you should seek to unlock your inner potential of your souls. Only then will you be of any threat to the Nine, if you seek to face against them. They aren’t to be underestimated, even by you Morga. They work as a singular mindset, knowing one another’s moves and thoughts. They’ve trained to fight in a highly organized, efficient and brutal style. If you’re clever, you may deceive the deitic power of the cult to grant you a wish to enhance your powers”

"The easy and quickest path is often froth with deviltry" Morga said, 'Every action has a reaction, even the slightest. What might seem like sagely counsel now, could have unknown consequences later. Tampering with our own souls? That sounds like sorcery, and sorcery is evil and dark"

Septul said to you: "Find a diamond of 1,000 gold pieces in value, in order to bind the Wrymling to you as your familiar. It will solidify your bond to it, and you can instruct it in deeper ways"

 

Whisper
Whisper

(45/45) - Diseased
Whisper still felt a shadow of his former self from Karnak's diseased spell.  The rogue/mage smiled to himself at the comparison he'd just made given his location.  Finally he'd gotten the chance to properly learn his spells after acquiring more skill in the arcane arts.  He could feel within him how much more potent the spells of the second level were.  

Wearily, Whisper sat down upon a bench that overlooked the dueling pair of warrior women.  He observed the pair for several moments waiting for a break in the action.   It occurred to him that it might be a while until they broke so he carefully he removed and set down the unidentified loot from his bag of holding.  Whisper held each item and tried teach himself how to sense its past. (Non Weapon Prof granted by the Shadus Plane - Sense Item History?).  Noticing the dragon hatchling he motioned for it to have a seat and wait with him.  Whisper quickly spoke up when there was a pause between the two fighters.  Morga's temper would likely push the pair into another lengthy sparring session if he didn't!  "Well done warriors!  Take a break and let us plan our next moves."  He managed to speak, his voice cracked and throat hurt a bit at the effort.   

OC: He'll let Septul investigate the items found, she's a higher level mage and stands a much better chance of dealing with whatever wards/curses are on things.  The PC would like to escape the Harby area, seek out the nine to aid in their destruction also while seeking out a cleric.  If Morga is set on striking more blows against the Harby Tyranthros cult he will go along, perhaps he could trick the local high cleric into curing whatever ails him.  He'd prefer to keep the dragon here in the Shadus plane where it can study the Lorian archives, practice/play, and above all remain relatively safe.

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After spending time in recovery on the Shadus, you and Morga rested for a few hours and were fully healed. Morga was growing restless and was free sparring with Septul to hone her combative skills, also practicing now with the longsword, 'Damn you, vampire you're far too fast!" she laughed, happy at the profuse sweat that covered her brow and the exhaustion. Septul: "aye, I'm not confined to flesh what would you expect of a supernatural being, Nyriddian?"

What do you do?


Whisper
Whisper


(10*/45) - Diseased
Whisper cautiously scooped the loot from within the scorching remains and placed it within his bag of holding.  Rising on weary legs he moved to do the same with the bandit queen's remains and loot.  His voice barely audible behind the mask, he hoped that it could be heard above the occasional crackle that still came from Karnak's corpse.  "Morga, this queen of bandits bounty is entirely yours as well as whatever belonged to her that you may use against our foes.  Septul, let us find a bit of respite and make our next plans among the safety of the shadus plane.  I've become sickened by one of Karnak's foul spells, I fear I shall need a cleric before long."

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While sickened by Karnak's eyebite spell, your body began righting itself rapidly and you were stronger after a few moments, feeling some of the pain subside you were still weak with this sickness, and it would require clerical aid to alleviate.

While the scorching fires of Karnak's burning body began dying, you drew closer and Ash's face mask filtered the smoke completely. In the ashes you noted:

  • a shadow filled diamond
  • a pair of scrolltubes unmaligned by fire
  • a ring
  • 10 darts
  • a pair of bracers
  • a wooden cube with intricate sigils and modular components
  • a book encrypted in Abysmal (language of the Abyss)
  • a potion of invulnerability
  • a potion of perfection - once inhibited, this potion increases all of your ability scores by 1, and 1 particular designated attribute of your choice by 1d4 (e.g. I want to be more strong, swift, intelligent, etc)
  • a vellum envelope


Whisper
Whisper

(6*/45) - Cursed or diseased
Whisper used the wall of the room to steady himself, looking about for any other foes that the hungry Septul hadn't dispatched.  Perhaps feeding her one of their soul's would alleviate whatever hellish spell he'd been afflicted with.

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WHiSPER’s clawed hand failed him when you tried to grab him. Immediately his flesh became transparent as he entered into the ethereal plane.

Karnak: these weaklings are amusing, but why have they come? Who sent them? Aegis, that traitor! I will deal with him yet.

Karnak snickered, 'so you can see me now, little rat? You've some slight power but I sense it is power that can be taken" he smiled to himself. "It was I that permitted you to discover the amulet you wear, you were but a tool, a test subject for my little experiment. I didn't want to risk any adverse effects that amulet may suffer its wearer. Tell me before I destroy thee what you have discovered and I will be swift and merciful"

Karnak's eyes filled with red glowering light and you were immediately overcome with pain and body fever. A sense of panic overcame you at the same exact instant. Karnak: Good, my eyebite spell has taken its toll on you, little worm!

Morga continued attacking him, but her weapons went straight through where his body once was, 'damn wizard show yourself, snake!'

A spectral hand shot forth from Karnak, imbued with a vampiric touch added to it. It clawed into Morga's back and stole a bit of her vitality, feeding it to the wizard. Karnak: "You've much vitality, Nyriddian. I relish having such a fierce little slut as my bedslave, dead or alive it matters not" he chuckled.

You fled from Karnak, sickened. By the time you reached the door, the panic subsided. You were still weakened. Somehow you knew it would take special healing to remove the effect.

Karnak fired off another spell, a ray of exhaustion that through sheer act of will Morga rebuffed. She laughed and brought out her two glaives then hurtled them at his ethereal form. They cut through his body and sliced him across his neck slitting his throat and opening his jugular. A fount of blood sprayed out at a damning rate, but as quickly his neck wounds were sealed just as fast as they were made. He laid there, dead but rapidly regenerating.

This time Morga ran to his body and emptied two flasks of greek oil, dropping a torch on him and lighting him up, 'let's see what powers of hell can do to save you from this poetic fate, mage!' she spat angrily, knelt down on a knee to examine his burning body with relish. Karnak, engulfed still in the consuming flames turned to her to speak 'Though I go to hell now, your doom is secured. The Nine will recover the key to the chained God's prison, and your feeble friends will be crushed trying to slow them. Meanwhile, while you unworthy fools preoccupy yourself trying to stop the unstoppable plans that have been put into place, my master's forces converge on Nyr. Destroying the great realm will blot out all hope and faith in the other twelve realms, crushing their false hopes at self preservaton, muahahahah!"







Whisper
Whisper

(4*/45)

Whisper formed his hand into the shape of a claw and held out over the mending form of Karnak. The young rogue willed the remains to the Shadus plane to be Septul's prisoner.

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The tongue of dragon fire bathed the disemboweled upper body portion of Karnak though he was immune and it did nothing to damage him. The outer layer of his skin was smoldering with whisps of black smoke but was otherwise undamaged.

His lower body snapped back and reattached to his upper torso. Morga leaned in and shoved you aside 'you had your turn!' and stomped on the mage's chest and slit his throat with her sword, with her chainwhip she brought the mace-head crashing down on Karnak's temple lobe where it indented and caved inwardly. Still, he was rapidly regenerating, faster than even a troll might.

"The demon is healing himself somehow!" Morga said, shocked.

'Bore him to the Shadus plane, master we can destroy him there!" Septul said.

The rest of the four bandits, and the summoned Daedra ran towards you and Morga. The Daedra swung its huge sword at you, you leaped and avoided the obvious blow, landing on the summoned being's sword and summersaulting backwards landing right beside Morga. Morga said to you: "Get Karnak into your magic bag, we'll deal with him later!"

Whisper
Whisper

(2*/45)

Whisper forced himself to his feet, unconcerned about his belongings that lie scared about. "Move aside Morga!" He spoke with as much force as he could muster. He leveled the short sword at Karnak and spoke the command to bathe him in dragon fire.

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When Whisper entered the chamber, he felt a stinging bite run through the small of his back. A hooded brigand who’d been concealed ran his longsword and dirk through you , and you crumbled to the floor in a vat of your own blood.

 Your body was in a state of self restoration, and as you gained consciousness you struck upward and eviscerated the unsuspecting brigand (-16 suprise attack) while he was trying to loot you.

The icy prison of Karnak quickly shattered and split apart, and he burst forth as it splintered into an explosion of shards. The wounds Morga inflicted were already healing rapidly, and he wore a triumphant smug smirk now. Morga sprang upon him like a cat, and she had her trusted chainwhip spinning like the rotar of a hellicopter. ‘Now you die, dog!’ and she brought the mace-headed whip crashing on Karnak’s forehead shattering his skull inwardly. The wound wasn’t in and of itself fatal, until she followed up with an equally impressive death blow. This time, she sunk her machette like curved shortsword into Karnak’s gut and competely disemboweled him. Ordinarily, that should have been the end of it. Yet, the tendrils of his entrails were eerily groping for eachother as if trying to reconnect his body by some sinister sentience.

‘I will be with you shortly’ Karnak whispered.

Whisper
Whisper

(14*/45)
Whisper attempted to make his way unnoticed into the room, there were likely bandits and the summoned beast still to be slain.  Noticing the block of ice the rogue did not wish to chance the wizard's master's claiming the remains or whisking the bastard off to be healed.  Whisper risked being noticed and extended his hand towards the frozen remains of Karnak, he willed it to the Shadus plane as a prisoner.

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Morga ran out the room, snarling.

Septul tripped on Amberlyn’s body, and Karnak seized the moment to unleash a spell of some kind on the female vampire. It was a ruby red ray of significant power, but was rebuffed by Septul’s preternatural flesh.

“You resisted my most terrible spell, whore of hell. Let’s see how you do against my latest creation!” Karnak roared, chanting swiftly and gesticulating in the throughs of magic.

Morga appeared in the chamber, spun in an arc and flung two whirring glaives at Karnak. They were rebuffed off of an invisible circular shield wrought of magic. He wore a smug smile, ‘you little cunt!’ he hissed barely audible beneath his breath, ‘you fools think yourselves the only assassins who’ve tried to eliminate me? They’ve all met their doom in the end!’

As Karnak prepared his spell, this time he switched targets from Septul to Morga. Morga spun in an arc to gain momentum and release her twin whirring glaives ‘die, wizard!’ the bladed glaives cut off Karnak’s left arm and tore across the side of his neck. A fount of his hot lifeblood came gushering out of him, and he didn’t so much as flinch. Instead he miscast the spell he was preparing and...

He became encased in a block of elemental ice, completely frozen solid.

DECISION?

Whisper
Whisper

(13*/45) + healing potion
Whisper signaled to Morga that there were 10 foes within the room.  He hoped to charm one of the bandits near Karnak to cause a distraction and then use his dwarven blade's final blast of flame upon the summoned beast as well as the bandits within the room.  Should Septul and Morga be hard pressed he'd down the pair of potions to mimic Orath's dagger skills to turn the battle back in their favor.

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Morga smiled to herself, and you felt her thrill of the hunt playing in her mind “This isn’t the first time a cowardly snake has elluded Morga’s wrath” she turned towards you and noticed the wrymling perched on your shoulder as if for the first time ‘I will go with your counsel, since you’ve some skill in wizardry. The fool left his artifact behind, I’d wager his lackey’s will dog our ever turn. If we press him now, injure him just enough to give a good scare he will lead us to his conspirators. If we flee in self preservation, then the enemy will gather its strength and rise. I’m sick of merely reacting like pawns on a chess board”

Septul said: “If we face against Karnak, he will have a devious trap awaiting us. I suggest sending me against him first. Even if he should destroy my earthly form, I can come back anew within a mere minute. Similarly, all of you will be borne to the Shadus plane to replenish if you require healing”

When Septul stole into the adjoining chamber, you saw through her eyes the following scene unfold:

Amberlynn slipped from the shadows directly behind Septul, but Septul was far faster than the warrior-brigand woman and grabbed her by the throat in a vicegrip, brought her close and burried her fangs into Amber’s neck draining her of vitality when Septul tore Amberlynn’s head from its neck to lap up more precious blood. Septul then dropped Amberlynn’s dead body to the floor casually her face caked with blood and her tongue lapping up faint traces of it with relish. Ten bandits surrounded her, forming a blockade wall and Karnak began chanting swiftly ‘ardgom detog morbis kanduchigizyiagog’

‘Nerrul send forth your infernal servitor to contend with this loathsome slut’ Karnak intoned, when a shimmering being appeared before Septul clad in dark archaic armor and clutching a two handed runesword. 

'summoning a Daedra to defend you will not avail you, mortal mage' Septul said with a sneer.

Whisper
Whisper

(12*/45)+?
Whisper looked to Septul for guidance for about the thousandth time as they hurriedly moved to leave the room, "Septul are you able to sense their location and guide us?  Karnak's been given a few moments to prepare, so unless there is a way to approach that is unexpected I would vote that we retreat to fight the son of a bitch on a field of our choosing and at a time of our choosing.  But if you two wish to chance slaying Karnak here and now I will lend whatever aid I can and die by your sides if necessary."  Whisper left the final choice to Morga and Septul while he downed the healing potion, he prayed that the proud huntress would do the same if the choice was made to fight.  Feeling invigorated his hand lingered a moment within his bag of holding.  Whisper removed one set of the potions of mimicry/polymorph self given to him by Galdere.  The rogue Orath's precision with daggers and battle prowess would be sorely needed if they chose to fight, especially since he had no spells and only one charge of flame within his blade.  
(OC:) Dagger targets - potion of invulnerability then Karnak's few remaining stoneskins then Amberlynn or Karnak in decreasing priority.
Items/Powers that might prove useful - 1 more Septul charm(unless Septul's charm of Morga used that one up)
1 more dragon flame charge in the short sword
3 more Septul Soul Consumes
A dagger full of the potent poison
The acid staff he's never had time to figure out how to use, he could toss it to Septul for use in theory

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The Lich skull had been animated, you realized and a projected image. The demi-lich was very much alive, and had been communicating to Karnak before your disruptive attack. 

Through a secret sliding door which slid upward as you approached, you found a concealed chamber beyond, rectangular and narrow. Lying on a table was a golden colored skull, with numerous sockets built into it that appeared as if something could be fitted into them, for the grooves appeared to contain particular gems.

'It is the orb' Septul said, 'the orb of golden death' she said flabbergasted. 'Let me smash it to pieces' Morga said and twirled her chain as if to shatter it, Septul stayed her hand 'no weaponry you possess could even put a mark upon it, its an artifact of great power" Septul took it in her hands and placed it into a satchel bag. Karnak's journal lied on the table, and she took that too. 

Morga said 'sorry, that damnable creature had me in his power. Curse the foul bastard, are we going to go finish him or what? I will handle this bandit bitch, you deal with karnak!'

Whisper
Whisper

(8*/45) - poisoned?
Whisper waived a bloody hand shakily as he sought one of the active healing potions (4 remaining after consuming this one) within his bag of holding.  "Let her go Septul and my thanks to the three of you for not allowing my foolish self to be killed just now.  Karnak's across the hall protected by the bandit queen, his mighty spell arsenal, and the potion of invulnerability at his belt."  He was about to consume the potion when he stopped.  "Septul, did Karnak leave the evil relic behind in this room?"

OC: (Non Weapon Prof: Plans within plans?)  If the relic is in there, try to convince Septul, Morga and the dragon to retreat to the shadus plane with the relic, leave a needle trap coated in the poison with the strong poison behind the lich skull or glue the lich skull to the table and coat it with the poison, then use the powers of Ebonblade to flee to the outer planes travel for a spell before returning to Scarlor to seek out his companions and warn them of the cult's plans.

Should the relic not be in the room they will need a way to enter the room that doesn't involve them getting cut in two or blasted to bits by magic.

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*TWIPPPTTTTT!!!!!* Karnak’s acid arrow blasted into you, enveloping you in a vat of sizzling acid that was defied by your protective potion’s effects. The mage’s brow furrowed in fury, ‘your protective spells will soon crumble, little worm. There is no escape from this place”

You leveled your sword and unleashed a torrent of scalding fire that lessened Karnak’s stoney outer layer.

Morga flung a glaive towards you, ‘you always were a pig headed fool, I can’t believe you’re trying to kill an old friend of mine!’ the glaive sliced across your chest (-16 hp) and a second sliced across your back (-11 hp dmg) both she recaught, and took a stance as a hunting cat poised to spring on fresh prey.

The wrymling, up to now observing impassively flew and clawed and bit at Karnak, removing some of his outer layers.

Karnak said “Keep your foolish friend away from me, girl” and he chanted swiftly ‘teledar xignyig’ stepping through a dimensional door. You sensed he was in Amberlynn’s bedchamber.

Septul reappears, ‘Master, we have him on the run’ when Morga poised to attack Septul grabbed her by the throat and stared into her eyes. The charm person spell was immediately cancelled.

“What in the nine hells?! You dare?” she balked at Septul,  ‘Unhand me at once, she-devil!’ she hissed angrily.

Whisper
Whisper

(35*/45)+ poisoned?

Whisper leveled the dwarven blade at Karnak and spoke the command to douse the mage in dragon flame. Should he get a chance to turn Morga back to his side of the battle he would. Stealing Karnak's soul our the dragon hatch long actually doing something of note seemed like longshots at this moment, it might soon be time to retreat

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Without turning around, you slid the point of your dwarf blade beneath your left armpit and sneak attacked the little bat winged fiend in an upward arc. The blade tore through what would have been the evil demon's anus and it exploded into a cloud of black smoke and cockroaches.

Karnak screamed and became infuriated, his face a mask of pure rage, 'the power of Nerull blast you into hell for this'  he sent several magic-missiles into you that glanced off of you, detonating in the ceiling instead and causing some loose bricks to fall down.

As Morga rushed toward you Septul intercepted her and both interlocked in a deadly square off against the other, Morga spat 'don't you dare hurt my friend!' she was livid and kicked Septul hard. Septul grunted and grabbed Morga around the neck and hissed, baring her fangs menacingly. "I don't scare that easily, you bloodsucking bitch!" Morga fumed, grabbing Septul by the wrists and flinging her upward sending the vampire flying upward with extraordinary strength. Septul clung to the ceiling and turned to regard Morga, leaping back at her.

'xulgoth dorizull morkog' Karnak smiled triumphantly and unleashed a word of terrible power, and a black sphere of cackling power tore into Septul and destroyed her physical aspect. You could see her drifting back into the Shadus plane as she emitted a horrible death wail, "Now, mage, you will die" Karnak spat.

Whisper
Whisper

(34*\45) poisoned

With his spells wiped from memory Whisper had to resort to harming the dangerous Karnak indirectly. He swung his dwarven blade at the demon spawn familiar that was attacking him. Hopefully dispatching the ville beat would have the effect Septul foretold and give him a chance to use his last charm of the day on Morga. Whisper trusted that Septul would help turn the tide...

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Whisper unleashed the spell at Karnak, but it was rebuffed and it came back towards you and all of the spells you had in mind were removed. Karnak smiled smugly, 'targombolg nargos durbok' he said. Morga thrust at him but her blades merely glanced off of Karnak's stoney flesh.

"Protect me, you filthy bitch!" he spat to Morga, and her eyes and head were enveloped in acid green light then she spun and stood protectively before Karnak, 'keep your friends at bay, they're trying to assassinate me!' he hissed at her. 

You felt a prick in your neck and turned around to see the vile demoniac familiar of Karnak's hovering over your shoulder its barbed tail inside of you, pumping venom into your bloodstream (-9 hp dmg). 

DECISION