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Post by Chris on Mar 3, 2021 16:39:43 GMT -5
Charging down the stairs after the pink head demon we immediately step into something... squishy. I feared it was going to be blood but thankfully it’s just food and wine trampled into a red brown paste. Disgusting, a waste, but I’ll live. In the corner there’s a fountain that turns cloud vapor into water. How economic. With no idea we start wondering through the castle while I check any door that’s not made of magic water vapors and fog. Open the last door I was not prepared for what I was going to find. Inside is obviously a dungeon. What I wasn’t prepared for was it to contain three cloud giant children chained in the cells with one of them being dead. Beaten and malnourished I drop my invisibility and rush to the doors, throwing it open. I free there chains and they drop to the ground and I see that they were just left here. They were tortured as well. The scene is not for the faint. That f***ing giant b*****d. How dare he do this to his own kids, he better be f***ing possessed or it will not be pretty. “Zinny! Get your a*** in here! I need help!” He heals him but they still don’t wake. We run about trying to figure out what’s wrong with them. “We need to move them. Maybe it’s the cell. To bad none of us are strong enough to move them.” “Ya to bad.” Everyone stares at me. “What?” “Jaris. You can become a giant.” “A fire giant. Is that even strong enough to lift out kid cloud giants?” “Worth a shot.” I sigh. “Fine. Hold my s*** Aevlin.” “Pardon.” “Oh Sorry love. Please hold my s***” I take off my armor, belt, and anything else and expand. I’m still amazed that even with my size and strength there still taller then me and the fact I’m atleast able to drag them out. Nothing happens and I end up dragging them back into the room. Safer there then they would be out for them. I strap by gear back on and approach a door, open it and feel dread as two spotted lions appear in my view. “Oh gods! Lions!” I back up but to my suprise they don’t run up and start eating me alive. They crawl towards me, mewing and baying, looking starved and thirsty. There so weak they can’t even stand up. Aevlin and Farg Begins to fawn over them while I fish for the crystal goblets. We pour water out for them to lap from the cup, feeding them rations till they are strong enough to take them to the clouds into drinking water fountain. They certainly are grateful for it as they purr and rub against our sides. Aevlin’s ecstatic. “Jaris! Can we keep them!?” Ummmm... I start to imagine us back in saltmarsh as the lions begin to use me a chew toy while Aevlin coos and babies them. “Umm, I don’t know. There lions love. Not cats. I know you love animals but we can really care for them.” I don’t hear anything else after. We search through rooms, slowly irritating my itch to loot the rooms as we pass everyone till at last we find him! Lachlan! The cats roar and growl at him, hackles raised and the situation obvious. I charge him invisible while attacks rain down on him. Skidding behind him as I expand. I’m about to start slug him in the face when he shudders and drops to his knees. A shadow separates from his skin. Taking the shape of the black snow demon Yesorkh before fading away with her evil eyes glaring down at us. The giant collapses as his lions rush to his side. Licking his face. Zinny tries to heal him and awaken the giant but he is out, the shock of having a evil spirit leave your soul and body must be a lot. “Well. Looks like we didn’t have to do the exorcism after all. Alright, hand them over sneaky preist.” I tell Zinny, throwing his shoes at him. He throws me my boots and I feel complete again. We begin running around the castle. Checking every room as we hunt for clues or indications on where Yesorkh had vanished to. Aevlin triggers a trap as the stairs downstairs to the basement shocks her. It shocks us all as I can’t find where the bloody hell the trigger is hiding. Bloody magic. I check the door and it opens into a massive underground... church? Sacrafical ballroom? Demon summoning, met and greet, underground citidal. I don’t know what the f*** you call this room. Point is there a massive bug man statue at the end of this room holding werid black stuff and there’s a s*** to of skeletons with some more pink head white demons. Aevlin manages to squeeze into the but before Nylen can shuffle past me the demons begin to scream again and he freezes mid stride, blocking the door as I just cover my ears annoyed. God will they just shut the f*** up already! The skeletons converge in Aevlin but suddenly half expose in a shower of of bone fragments, leaving only the sad four. Suddenly it gets dark. The demons still screaming. I charge through it. Hoping to at some point come out the other side. When I do I find that farg and ergo have also taken the charge as well. I also freeze up in place when I hear ergo begin to cast and he zaps one for the demons while I continue with farg as he makes a beeline for the werid shadow thing the statue is holdings. My plans change rather quickly as the one for them take the opportunity to freeze me and farg. He keeps going and I turn back around to charge his face. We duke it out. Me dodging and weaving, disappearing and reappearing as I feel myself reach my limit as he starts getting the upper hand. Thankfully don’t have to wait too long. The fighters come screaming out of the shadows and begin to kill them ruthlessly. I’m alittle peeved when Ergo helps himself to the loot while I’m distracted with ferg. The crazy b****d. He’s gone and stuck his hands into the shadow fire and it bleeds into his skin. He flinches then looks at us. “Umm. Ferg. You feeling alright there pal?” “The black demon. She’s beyond that door.” “And you know this how?” “I just do.” “Righhht.” I creep over to Zinny. “Looks like your spell will come in handy after all.” We continue to the next room. The room with the black demon. I check the door and can feel my heart jump in my throat as I see her With giant lizards and she suddenly duplicates into three. I regret my decision of being door opener now. Jaris FJ Good for 10 points!
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Post by Aileen on Mar 9, 2021 14:17:17 GMT -5
I charge the snow demon Yesorkh, leaping over the heads of the giant lizard things guarding her. I can’t tell which one is the real demon with her mirror images, but I go in for the kill. Zinnie dispels the globe and it drops, leaving the demon looking a little surprised. I take out image after image as the others kill the lizards. She tears into me with one good strike but my cloak is really saving my ass today. At last, I strike her, and she lets out a howl of rage as a sword sticks through her from the other side. I look over her shoulder to see my husband, and we share a smile. The demon is dead!
We go through her things and find a huge treasure room, but decide it’s not ours for the taking. The giant Lachlan and his family has suffered enough, and everything here is probably his. I take a quick break laying on a pile of soft furs as the others search, and then am pulled away from my nap to go see the giant.
We find Lachlan finally back in his senses, despite being injured. He is incredibly thankful for our help, but he doesn’t know about the dead giant we found yet. The two that were in the cell come running in and it turns out they are his children. He is devastated to learn that his daughter died as well as his wife.
“I can bring them back,” says Zinnie. “I will need to rest and pray, but I assure you I can let them return!”
“Thank you, Priest! Is it expensive?”
“On the house, good sir. I could never see a family suffer.”
We stay for dinner and are treated as royal guests. After a somber yet fine meal, Lachlan presents us with some of the treasure. Jaris opens chests while Zinnie does magical trap finding and disabling, and we find some wonderful and some horrible things. There’s a whole chest of spell books, but we are horrified to learn from Lachlan that the one covered in tattooed flesh is made from his wife.
“Will she have her skin when she comes back?” He asks Zinnie, sobbing.
“Yes, do not worry. She will come back whole.”
I really hope that is true. When I came back from the dead I was still pretty messed up, but I’m good now. We proceed to look through the chests, and I nearly lose my mind when Jaris opens one that is absolutely filled with shiny diamond jewelry and gems. I giggle gleefully as I absolutely deck myself out with jewels. A diamond tiara, a bracelet, necklaces...
“New earrings!” I squeal, shimmying with joy. I bring one up to my ear, take a deep breath, and push the metal through my skin. “Ahh! I hate this part!”
“What the hells are you doing?!” Zinnie looks horrified as he pulls my hands aside. “Aevlin, that’s not how you do that!”
“Aev, why?!” Jaris sighs. “Needles, love! Needles!”
“This is quicker!” I say, going to do the other ear. I’ve already got a few holes in each. “How else can I wear all the pretties?”
And so the next day, Lachlan’s third daughter is brought to life, and that evening we have another feast. I show up at dinner wearing some fine silks and fancy clothing we found, and covered in diamonds. The tiara is a bit much, but I am a lady after all. Jaris is extremely happy with all the treasure we have gotten, and is talking about saving up for our future.
“Lachlan... don’t tell my husband, but I want to get one of those spotted lions. Do you know where I can get a kitten?”
“No, I am sorry, Lady Aevlin.”
“Well, if you ever do find any... you know where to find me.”
“Yes- speaking of which, I have a gift for you all!”
He presents us with a snow globe type thing that can summon him and his castle, no matter where we are. However, it can only be used thrice. We absolutely adore our new giant friend and his family, so I am sure we will use it on a drunken night and waste a visit, but I think everyone is cool with it. Having a giant with a flying castle is an amazing resource- who is going to try to battle us with a giant on our side?
Lachlan’s wife is brought back the next day, and we begin heading back to Saltmarsh. I spend my days looking out over the lands as Lachlan flies us over vacant properties. I am in the market for a castle, and want to see my options. I’d like a flying one, but it’s a lot of work and I’m not a giant. One on the ground will have to do. As for my husband, he’s looking for a fortress to start his own gang. I think we could work out sharing a place, but then again I don’t need illegal activity going on in my castle. It’s going to be a huge compromise to find two places close together. I don’t need wars between my subjects and a den of thieves. I have no problem with Jaris’s lifestyle, but I do have a reputation to uphold.
“Look at that one!” Lachlan points out an absolutely massive castle overlooking a big lake and with rolling fields. “That one is big! Lots of space for a growing family!”
I laugh nervously.
“I don’t need that much space, we don’t have kids.”
“Yet!”
“Yah, I don’t think so. I like adventuring, and drinking...”
“So you say, Lady Aevlin. There will be little Jarises and Aevlins running around soon enough, and you’ll never want to adventure again!”
I gag, and consider throwing myself off the edge of the castle. I could use Maragbur to fly, and go far, far away from here. Go live in the jungle with my margays and margaritas...
“Well... I need a drink. Care for some wine, Lachlan? I think we deserve it.”
🏹 Aevlin
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Post by dragonforgotten on Mar 9, 2021 17:16:07 GMT -5
I step through the room carefully, wounds pulling uncomfortable as the giant lizards rush at Nylen and Gravin. Fergs gone back up stairs to do gods knows what. Aevlin sails over everyone’s face as she rushes the demon. My heart nearly leaps up into my throat when I hear the end of Zinnys dispel magic complete and wash over me and Aevlin. Thankfully nothing is unmade on us but now the demons shimmering sheild of energy disappears. I pick up my pace, sliding behind her as Aevlin cuts away one clone, then another! I spy Ergo, also hobbling point his finger and I can feel my blood run cold as lightening cackles along his fingers. Gods please don’t hit me. In a thundering crack the lightening strikes out through the demon, inches from Aevlin and me and we watch in fascination as it bounces off the wall towards the rest of the party slaying the last of the lizards. By the mercy of the gods it runs out of steam and vanishes before even ticking nylen. The black demon is still alive. She’s fighting harder now then ever. Aevlin hacks her once, twice with a snarl and manic blood-fueled glee and I see my moment. At once we both roar and run the demon through on both ends, her sword sticking through the demons back while my sword through her chest with my arm still inside its rib cage. We look past the demons shoulders to stare at each other and smirk at each other. “Come here often?” I ask. “Shouldn’t I be asking that? Your always late for this part.” “Wasn’t last time. We did it together last time on the roofs in eyla.” “Jaris!” “What?” I laugh as the black demon gasps and struggles before slumping on our swords. We did it! The battle is won and I wasn’t unconscious for it. My streak for staying awake for the finial battle is improving. That’s two in a row. We both kick her off our blades, laughing. Fergs comes barreling down the stairs and breaks out into a wide smile. “I did it! I just put out the fire!” “Yes. Yes you did.” We raid the body for all its goods. I grabbed a ring while ergo a cloak and Aevlin a amulet. The next room is filled with good and I crack my joints ready to start when Nylen grabs me by the collar. “Hold it. That might be the giants.” “He’s got a big castle. What’s one or two things missing going to matter?” “Jaris!” “Fine! Fine!” I wait for everyone to go head and chance a look back. Promising to be back to plunder it. We return to the comatose giant with his massive cats. I sit by the furs Aevlin rests on waiting for the giant to awaken. It doesn’t take long. I’m in the middle of juggling a knife with on hand when the giant stirs, sitting up with his head in his hands. He’s confused and heartbroken over what he’s done to his family but thankful for ridding him of the demon. His two surviving children rush to him and throw there arms around him. I look around but I still don’t see a wife. I inquire what happened only to sullenly discover she was killed. The death of his wife and daughter brings him to tears and stirs a mess of emotions in me when I thought of when I nearly lost Aevlin in the swamps to the blood mist creature and to her lycanropism. I feel for his lose. It’s the type of pain that can’t be healed, that leaves you hollow. Like all joy leaves your soul and the world grows colder. I don’t know what kind of monster that kind of pain would make of me and I hope I never know. Zinny is able to undo the damage done thankfully. He can bring them back from death so they can be together again. It’s a good feeling knowing we didn’t have to kill this man and he truly wasn’t the monster who tortured his own family. We stay for a lavish feast hosted by our new allies the giants and joined by the gaint eagles and the birdmen who’s race I cannot pronounce. After the meal the giants bring up a set of familiar chests and boxes. “These are not mine so you are welcomed to it.” I settle down amongst them, warning everyone to stand back while I work. I don’t find anything suspicious us so I open the box. Flames! I’m immediately engulfed in flames! But they don’t hurt as much as they should. I pat myself out, rolling in the floor to find the new ring glow orange before returning to its brass state. Fire resistance. That’s nice! I open the box and immediately the giants begins to weep. Confused I look into to find the box’s filled with books but it becomes apparent as I lift the chest to the light. Skin. The books are bound in giant skin. “That’s must be my wife’s.” He chokes and Immediately I regret taking a second helping of mutton but hood myself together. Ergo reaches for the books and I stop his hands before he can touch them. “No! Wait! Remember the scroll, remember the spellbooks in Elyea. Let me check them.” “I have a faster way.” With a wave of his hand Zinny is able to identify the magic traps and disables them as Ergo collects his prize giggling like a school girl. I open the next chest and my eyes widen in amazement “Holy s***.” Aevlin joins my side and squeals with excitement. The chest is filled with fabulous jewelry and accessory’s of all sort. Giggles as She begins putting everything that was in the box on her, giggling with glee even when she does her own new pericings to her ears. “Aev, why?!” I sighs. “Needles, love! Needles!” “This is quicker!” She says going to do the other ear. “How else can I wear all the pretties?” Ya, how else. Watching her place all the expensive glittering jews on us too much for me and I have to turn away to the other chest we’re we find more jewelry of the less fabulous but just as pricy as the first box. I place a cuff on my ear and a solid gold hoop to join it. The next day both the giants wife and daughter are returned to Lachlan. He has gifts for us in gratitude for what we have done for him. He offers forth armor, a serpent staff, a ring for the wizard, and a more potent short sword. I take the sword but I still have my love for Lyon. We’re partners but sometimes as it has been obvious that there will be monsters even he can’t cut though cut I will try. If there was a way I could move this weapons potency to him I would. Save me the backaches. He also presents us a small orb filled with clouds. Should we be in dire straights we simply call his name and he will come to our aid three times. I feel I may get a call in the future just to be at a drunken party so I can arm wrestle him. I am slowly growing stronger after all. Perhaps I’ll surpass even his strength one day. The the affairs done I turn to my new hoard of goodies and begin sorting through it maticaliously while Aevlin chats with the giants. Looks like there’s plenty here to possibly find another “project” of mine.
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“Ok, pay attention.” The giant kids sit by my knee while I remain in my expanded size. The kids asked what I was up to with the sleeping harp as I was trying to move it. Kids are sharp. Far to sharp and I’m soft for them. They stumbled upon me while I was expanding and instantly I noticed I’m taller then them now but not before the youngest of them start hanging off my arms in excitement. They bombarded me with questions. How I got so huge? Am I a mage? Can i make them shrink? They keep on coming and I give up on the harp with there eyes all on me. I can’t robe the harp now. Not after that and everything this family has been through. Caught I decided to try and show them a few tricks. So here I am sitting in the garden I hold the deck of cards in my left hand, the right in my lap as I cut and shuffle the deck with just one hand. I fling a card to the young girl and she fumbles to catch it as it shrinks to regular size. “So, is that your card?” She squints and shakes her head disappointed. “No.” I mock surprise. “Oh no I must have misplaced your card! Wait!” I reach behind her ear subtly retrieving the card from my sleeve and pulling it form behind her ear. I turn it to reveal its face. “Was this it?” “Yes! That’s my card! How you do it Mr Jaris?!” “The wrist. It all in the hands.” We’re interrupted by a whistle and I see the giants wife standing by the door. “Ok you three. Time for snake!” The children squeal as they rush off into the kitchen. I stand up, brushing off my clothes as the giantess approaches me. My suspicions were right. I can stare her into the eyes now when I was only shoulder brighter before. “You have a way with kids sir Jaris. Your certainly full of surprises.” She says eyeing my height. I shrug. “I certainly try. What can I say about kids. I’m a softy to them.” “Do you have any of your own.” I blush looking back at her shocked. “Me!? No no, we’re far too caught up. To busy and all. Heck we don’t even have a place to call our own besides that house in saltmarsh. Wouldn’t really call it ours though. More of a collective owned.” “Would you be interested in settling down. Starting a family.” I can look her in the face as I turn to the clouds rushing by. “Settle down? Never. Not in my blood. But starting a family.... I don’t know. We’re still both far to young. Far to eager for blood, gold and excitement. Still...” I think to myself at her words. Aevlins currently talking with Lachlan. She’s been eyeing castles lately. I don’t know how we’ll balance the both of our worlds. They can’t live in the same building. It would be like mixing oil and water. It will be hard but I’m determined to try. It’s not impossible, just difficult. Well cross that bridge when it arrives. For the moment I’m just a wondering vagrant but there’s going to be a time I’ll want to be more. I’m going to have to go to wars soon and take that power from my own people. Devour them like my name sake demands while making their power my own. I’ll need to be ready. I need to be more cunning and more brutal then them. I already have a plan in my head. I turn back to the giantess with a smile on my face. “So, have Aevlin seen any places she’d like? I’m hoping she’d buy land near a city for the longest time.”
Jaris FJ
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Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 17, 2021 16:09:21 GMT -5
“We’re too late.” We gather around the body of Hans Gurther hoping to be reunited again and laugh as we usually do. Instead I feel the floor kicked out from under me. Aevlin is inconsoleable, I hold lost in how to ease her pain. “How are we too late? We’ve flew here in a giants castle!” She demands. “It must have taken us far too long to climb up the mountain.” Zinny shakes his head, how brows low. “I’m sorry.” “There has to be something! Anything that can be done.” “Only a resurrection spell can restore him. It’s beyond my power.” “Damn it.” I hiss. Aevlin break from my arms and goes to the body, shocking us all as she pounds her fist on his chest. “You ass hole! You said you would survive till the end!” “Aevlin stop!” “Don’t tell me what to do!” I reach her shoulder and pull her away and cup her cheeks to face me. “Aevlin. Please.” Tears stream down her face and I pull her into a hug and take her outside of the house as Nylen starts making arrangements. We sit on the stoop of the stairs as we sit in silence as I let her cry. I guess this really is goodbye Hans. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more. I’d expected to stay there for gods know how long till suddenly I see someone approach the gate of the house. It’s a old man, dressed in dusty pale robes. “Excuse me would this be the home of the saltmarsh adventures.” “It is. Look I’m sorry but we’re not quite up to it right now.” “I know, I heard of the demise of your comrade. If I may I am a preist.” “We have one already. What can you do?” “Much more.” Aevlin stands up, stead fast and determine.” “We need to talk about this either everyone.” We let him in. He sits at the table, hands folded. “I can restore your friend but only if you agree to go in this quest.” “Figures it wouldn’t be free. What is it old man? What kind of quest are we talking about?” “There is a plague ravaging my lands. Nothing me and my comrades have done have succeeded in even slowing its progress down. If nothing down then it surely will be the end of us. On the behalf of the council i pleed for your aid to uncover an ancient artifact. The cup and talisman.” He explains in detail the mission. We are to met with the council of elders, supplies and mounts provided, track through the desert to this other city that’s fallen in hard times and uncover the artifact as fast as possible before the plague becomes impossible to cure. As per usual all treasure is ours and we get our wresting cleric back from the halls of Kord. “Treasures, gold, and we get our man back. Not a bad idea.” I muse, already won over. Not like we were going to do anything after. “We accept this mission.” Nylen tells the man and we shake hands. ———
So here we are in the f***ing desert. Never been, can’t give it my full rating yet. A monk has joined our ranks along with a very confused Hans on how he got all the way from a snow wasteland to a sandy one. It’s took some times to explain. The monk came with a army of followers which colors me impressed if alittle envious. Haven’t found a crew that would follow me. She’s leaving his follower behind which is pretty smart of her. I can’t say they look like they wouldn’t last the day with us. We can barely keep animals alive as is. I give it four days, those camels will not see another city beyond those days. I took pity on the monk. She came with nothing besides the few possessions in hand, no pack, no pouches. So I got her a pack, got her a complimentary drink as well. She fusses so much over it, but I refused to let her deny my hospitality and guilt tripped her into talking it. I don’t get this type of worship. Why deny yourself the finer things in life. Life is hard enough as is. You should live the moment, enjoy it because it can be taken from you in a second. With instructions given and supplies bought we head out into the desert on irritable camels that march though the sand. The damnable sun is torture. hiding under these desert clothes is suffocating. It feels like I am being slow cooked in a oven. During the trek the horizon darkened with the baying of hounds in the distance. I thought they were wolves. A whole pack of them but still wolves in the desert? Didn’t know that was a thing. Least of all wolves with two heads. They bay and snarl and run towards us with great speed. I rest a hand on my sword, ready for a fight. Then in a rush of heat, fire and light there just blackened corpses. Well… a wizard fireball works as well. Gotta say the new wizard is shaping up. By dusk we reach the first oasis. One of many. Bedding down me and Aevlin split some of my wine rations between us. Ergo diving me up the wall with his baiting and Aevlin laughing and joking about it in good humor. She seems to enjoy the look on my face. Jokes on her. I still can’t leave the two of them alone. It’s not I don’t trust my wife. I don’t trust Ergo, he has a lot to do before he earns my trust and respect again. Thankfully Aevlin goes in watch with the monk. They can both have there girl talk. I’m heading to bed. ———
The next morning I wake to find Aevlin in my arms but her jewels are missing. For once her ears are bare if any adornments. The necklaces missing from around her neck and the ruby pin gone. I sit up awake now. “Aevlin what happened to your jewels?” “Oh, I gave them to a lamia. She drives a hard bargain.” “Bargain? You look like you’ve been scammed. You loved those!?” She shrugs, half hearted “Better then fighting her in the dead of night. I’ll just find more.” I reach around her head and tuck her hair back to check in her infected ear. “Least you can give them a chance to heal. Let me help you with that.” I retrieve some soap from my bag and do my best to clean out the open wounds and wash her hair before the other wake up, braiding it back from her face so it doesn’t get in the way during a fight. The March though the wasteland of sand drones on till suddenly the earth begins to quake under our feet. A feeling of des vu washes over me. It’s a different environment but this is like when we fought the white death worms. Looks like they don’t only live in snowy wastelands. Alright bring it on, I’m ready. Come out you deadly white-! A giant worm bursts through the ground behind our backs and a wall of purple burns my eyes and strikes terror through my soul. I’m falling, tumbling through turmoil. I can feel my pulse quicken and my breath come in rasps. Oh gos se, oh gods, please no. Anything but that. My camel whail s and throws her head and I can only pat her flank and ease her as everyone jumps from there mounts. “There there girl, it’s fine, it’s just purple is all. Nothing to fear here.” I tell more myself then the camel who has already quieted its calls. It’s not working very well. I strikes her to Hans abandon mount and take its reins. “Hans I’m watching your camel! Good luck out there!” The worm manages to swallow the new wizard in a blink of an eye but the battle is over just as fast with Aevlin zooming in over head and Nylen turning it into a pin cushion. Aevlin gets a stray arrow in the shoulder which I have to pull out. She wasn’t amused about that. The battle left me breathless and shaken. Needing a excuse to try and recover some face in front of Aevlin I close my eyes and cut open the worm looking for its stomach. The stench is indescribable but I shall try and paint it this way. Imagine the rotten carcass of a puffed pig left to putrefy in the dankest, gos setiest hole imaginable in the asshole of hell with demon excrements. Like that. This better be worth it. The last worm had a lockbox inside it with goodies. Please don’t disappoint hell beast. I pull my scarf over my voice and continue to get my mits dirty as I focus on the red of its innards rather then it’s hellish purple hide. I pull out a strange organ, like a birds gizzard. When I cut it open there is some goodies inside it. Some weapons, a sheild and most importantly gems. Gems that glitter and shine in the light if covered in gore. I pocket the spinels while the fighter folk have there pickings of the alltillery. I present a large black sapphire to Aevlin. One of many gifts today. I through the emeralds to the monk and wizard. One got eaten, the other kicked the gos se out of the worm. They’ve earned a share. We reach the next oasis just as dusk falls. While Aevlin is combing through her hair I’m taking off my shirt and slip into the oasis. I don’t care if this is unsanitary. I need this. This already feels so good after hours of the sun sapping me of life. I smirk near the shore, silently cutting through the water. Aevlin has her back to me. Trying to comb her frizzy hair. When I reach her I grab her from behind and pull her into the oasis with me as she shrieks as I laugh. “Jaris you bastard!” “Love you to!” She produces to try and drown me before giving up and lazing in the cool shallows with me, hands intertwined. Soon we’re pulled away by duty and it’s back to work though the sand is still everywhere despite the bath. I’m startled awake again by another crawling nightmare. Another worm has shown up in the dead of night. With the camels tied down there’s no excuse for me not to attack so I steady my shaken blades, control my breathing and rush it swinging wildly. None of my attacks hit it. Doesn’t matter thorough because it is soon dead by everyone else’s hands and this one lacks any treasure and I have to take another bath again. I collapse back to my bed roll as Aevlin drops besides me, running her fingers through my hair as the tremors ease. The stress finally giving way to sleep. ——
The next morning we come across a strange weather phenomenon. There’s a cluster of dark clouds in the distance, a bruised greenish color as it swirls and crackled with energy. “That doesn’t look good. Cloud Giants?” “Out here? Can’t be, perhaps djinn. It’s the right environment.” Nylen raises his hand in note. I don’t know what the heck a djinn is but I don’t like those clouds. “There’s a cool breeze rushing behind us.” “Maybe a forming tornado or sandstorm. We should take cover-“ I don’t get to finish as suddenly burning searing pain runs throughout my body and I scream while my vision turns white. I’m not the only one scream. Everyone is. Then it’s over just like that. I fall to my knees half dead and singed, my sword bracing my fall. I see a blue shape in the sky, shimmering blues scales with leathery wings and a single horn on its snout. It’s one of them. A dragon. A blue dragon. At last. It’s one of the evil colors. I stagger to my feet, limbs jittery from the lightening blasted through my nerves. I need to kill it. I already have black bless Lyon. I need blue next. The dragon is also up for a fight as it wheels around, dropping low to the ground as it kicks up sand. The monk is already sprinting towards it and they met in a explosion of sand. I rush forward, invisible, witnessing as the monk punches the ugly ill mannered lizard across the face and knocking a tooth lose. From the horizon a ranger comes speeding through the dunes to engage the dragon just as I have gotten into posting. Aevlin shoots an unlucky arrow into the monks back. Dispite the punch it Doesn’t slow the dragon down. In a blink of an eye it’s bitten the monks head off as we all stand there In Dumb shock. I’m starting to rethink my former actions. Ah well, no time for regrets now. I cut into its flank with Aevlin as the new wizard shoots magic missiles into its face. The dragon lashes out at the ranger before it shrieks and raises high off its claws, lightening cackling in its jaws. Then the storm slams into all of us. The wind howling, the wind tearing at my clothes. It takes me driving my sword into the stand and my free hand to grasp Aevlin tight to not be lifted from my feet as I can feel us sliding along the dune. The dragon whails and fight but is sucked straight into the nexus of clouds and is gone from sight. As quick as it came it is then gone. We’re left shaken and stunned. In place of the clouds, the dragon and the storm the blue skies have returned and in its place is a massive angelic being, his many feathered wings spread out and a massive sword at his hip. He is both too bright to behold and too terrible for me to knell infront of as blackened as I am. He then ruins all this grandriour but speaking. His voice is high and shrill, tottering on and on for not one, not five but 30 whole minutes about jargon far beyond our understanding or patience! Half an hour! Half an hour now gone from my life! The only hint of knowledge I’m able to scrap from this mad ramblings is that our mission is being watched by good and evil higher powers and that swirling cloud that swallowed that dragon has has just sent out a becoan to all evil things in this land. Greeaaaattt…. Just what I always wanted. Being watched. With his message delivered a wave of energy washes over us and I find my wounds healed, the camels alive again and as Zinny approaches the monk to try and store her he discovers she’s alive again As well. With that he leaves us and we’re left defuddled. “Well… that just happened.” “And he gave me a copy of his book.” The new wizard pulls out the book, leading through the pages. “Can you read it?” “Nope. “Darn. But we could pawn it off somewhere. I’m just going to pretend that didn’t just happen.” I stand up swinging back into bessies saddle. “Time to hit the dunes again. Tally forth!” I kick the camel only to be thrown off and forced to climb back up its back.
Jaris
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Post by Aileen on Aug 31, 2021 11:11:24 GMT -5
A vacation. That’s what I need. But what did I get? A grand adventure into the desert on yet another ridiculous quest. We could have just had someone raise Hans from the dead if the Kord scouts you know, just used the money we sent with his body that was specifically to be used to pay a priest… but what did they do? What young Aevlin would have done, spent it all on booze and had a big party at our house, leaving poor Hans propped up in a chair pretending he wasn’t in fact deceased. Little s***s.
And so we left and headed into the desert, with Hans alive and with a vague goal to find a crypt and some holy bowl or something. We had camels for a while until somebody bombed our camp in an oasis one night. And that was after a hot Angel man healed us all and our previously dragon killed camels. He didn’t come back to help us, which honestly is probably for the best considering the long drawn out lecture on time and physics and a bunch of things that made my brain hurt he subjected us to. But I’m fine, I definitely love this vacation we’re having and having sand in every crevice. It’s great.
I also lost a good chunk of my jewelry one night when we had a gynosphynx fly in and threaten us. Apparently we were in her oasis. And, since everyone I travel with seems to be a bunch of cheap bastards with hoarding problems, I had to give the blasted creature my necklaces and some of my earrings. It’s a good thing I give myself a new piercing every time I find a new pair- a girl can never have too many baubles! And so I see the last reminder of my dear departed cousin Gregolas fly away on a winged lion with her boobs hanging out. Classy, just as he would have liked.
My husband keeps offering to buy things and gift things to the new female monk that joined us. She’s great, we have some great talks about being female warriors and dealing with idiot men who think with what’s between their legs and not what’s between their ears. I just don’t think my idiot husband realizes you’re not supposed to pay attention or bestow gifts upon other girls when you’re married. So, I’m going to continue to hang out with Ergo and I don’t care what Jaris has to say. It’s not like anything ever happened between Ergo and I back when we were weretigers… at least, I don’t think so. But, like… what does a girl have to do to get attention from her husband that isn’t just him being jealous, overprotective and annoying? I can’t have sympathy for him when he would rather “defend” me in a fight than you know, get in and stab things. I’m much more powerful than he is. And Ergo… he gets me. We’re good friends, and I’m not giving up our friendship because my husband thinks we’re going to sneak off and do the dirty. I’m loyal, and if he can’t see that… I don’t know anymore.
We finally make it to the city and head into the sewers. The last place I want to be- it stinks down here, it’s muggy, there’s nasty creatures everywhere… when I get smothered by a giant thing that really just looked like the ceiling, and very nearly die… that’s it. I’m over this. That vacation is looking real necessary about now.
⚔️ Aevlin
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Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 31, 2021 15:46:44 GMT -5
We continue till dusk falls on us as we reach the last spring before our final stretch to the city. It’s seems I’ve done it again. Annoying my wife. She’s upset. mistakes my concern for the survival of our newest assets, the monk, as me trying to impress them. I did not think she’d feel that way. I don’t even know if the monks a man or a woman currently. There’s also this. She tells me I’m doing it again and it pisses her off. I didn’t realize I was. I suppose I have been. I’ve had trouble trusting ergo for a long while after the swamps. He was my friend as well and he wounded me in a way I cannot described. I think she’s burnt out. The traveling has been getting to her and due to us being spirited away so suddenly we didn’t have a chance to breath or for my plots to woo her. I need to do something to make her feel better but what? I keep my plots to myself as I reach over and take her hand. I promise to her I’ll chill out. I For her I’ll try and set aside my resentments so it doesn’t bring her misery. I would never ask her to stop being friends with him and I’m sorry I made her feel she had to order to please me.
Dead tired we take our watches. Whether out of mistrust or wariness about me the ranger has decided to keep watch with me. We sit in the darkness awkwardly with each other. He’s a half elf like me and yet we couldn’t be far from similar as oil to water. While I’m pondering who put that stick up his a*** we see something shifting amongst the sand dunes. A figure is creeping towards our campsite. Invisible I stand up readying to surprise the intruder but then I remember the ranger who has not noticed the figure. Should I tell them. I should or there going to be cry me a cut throat. I mean, I am… if it strikes my fancy. Though I lack Aevlin bloodlust for battle. Damn, I suppose I must. Can’t kill a thing and loot it’s corpse without them watching. I lean close to there ear. “There’s someone by the dunes.” I whisper. Apparently that’s enough to alert the intruder. The intruder scatters back and runs for it. Dropping a strange sphere in our camp before vanishing back into the cold desert night. Getting a bad feeling for strange things sitting in our camp I rush over to grab it and toss it far into the desert out of the camp. The ranger goes running after it. “What are you doing?” I hiss following his wake. “Retrieving what you threw away.” “We don’t even know what it is!” Doesn’t stop the ranger from finding it. He brings it into the lights and he can see it is a metal ball with a ring of squares around it. “Well you’ve seen it now. I’m not sleep with that thing in camp. “Fine. I’ll bury it outside of camp.” “Good enough for me. Well look at it more in the morning.” And so the ranger buries it twenty feet outside of camp and we resume or position on the tried log. I’m in the middle of carving a face into a coconut when suddenly the dune twenty feet out of camp explodes in a wave of heat and heated sand. I scramble back to my feet singed and staring wide eyed at the carnage of the camp and then swirling back to the mysterious orb we buried. Holy s*** it was a bomb. The ranger looks at me in disbelief. “Well. I was wrong.” That’s more shocking then the bomb blowing up in or faces. “What what did you say?” “I was wrong.” Yes those beautiful words. It’s such a healing word. At long last, humility. “I… thank you.” Then camel bits start raining down on us. “Jaris!” I turn to my crisped wife and friends. “Morning. Lovely day for a rain shower isn’t it.” And thus there went our plans for a day travel to our destination. With the camels gone it will take days to reach the city. Ergo and Hans are not feeling well to caste but Horace the wizard has a plan. He can teleport us to the city the rest of the way there. There’s a chance he’ll be off target but we’ll definitely be close then if we hadn’t. Alright let’s do it. In an instantly we are at the edge of the city. Now the work begins. The elders told us the crypt should be through the sewers so we enter through the cities massive draining pipe. It creaks terribly but opens just the same with some help. For once I take point and lead the party with the dim illumination. It smell terrible and the dank mixed with the humidity is a deadly mix. We across by a pile of waste and the group all stares at my invisible back as I pause. “What?” “Oh Jaris. You gonna check for treasure?” Everyone is snickering. I look at the waste in contemplation and then Find sense. “I’m not sticking my hands in s***. If you want to feel free.” I return to my invisible state but the moment I turn my back I hear a yell and turn around. Eyes and mouths appear all over it and begins to attack us. I know this thing. It’s a gibbering gabber. Not wait that’s wrong. F*** it. It is now. It’s my discover and I’ll put it in my bestiary we’re no one can question my esteemed knowledge. It’s going to do that spitting thing and do that annoying chattering that gnaws at your brains. It does just that and we kill it with great efficiency as the monk puts there fists to eyeballs. As it melts Aevlin does indeed find gems and I whistle in appreciation. Well shows what I know huh. We continue on. The place seems like a maze of similar tunnels and bends. I keep finding grates High above my head. It must lead to the city. When I try to check and see what’s up there someone nearly steps on my fingers! So this city isn’t abandoned then. I really want to see the state of it. If it is a live city or just a city inhabited by flesh eating monsters. I hope for the former. Maybe atlast I can get a good drink and sleep in a bed. And soap! Glorious soap! Soon we come across another great with ropes dangling down. Huh. Are we not alone down here anymore? I reach and touch the rope and can feel my regret as all nine of them begin to twitch and move and slap me in the face. My nerves buzz but I’m able to fight it off and look up in three horrifying bug like faces. I have my swords ready to feat and I hear the ranger call out. “Get out of there!” I most certainly do and Horace webs them into place. We hurry along as the walls begin to sag like melted cheese. We manage to get out but Aevlin lost in thought failed to notice in time. It falls ontop of her and we all jump and tear it to shred. After the attack she has grown quiet. I squeeze her hand and she simply gives a tiny squeeze back. We stumble upon a secrete door in our journey through the dank sewers but decide to search ahead to see if there are more. The next line of horrorable abominations is a a gorgon pyro hydra. It’s as ugly as you think and it’s exactly what you think. We kill it and loot it’s hoard. I’m in the middle of inspecting the platinum when suddenly a rope violently snaps around me and I fall on the ground to see Aevlin hovering over me beaming. “It works! New el ropie!” “2.0.” I echo. “Are we going to bring this into the bedroom now?” She blushes bright and laughs as I chuckle. “Ok but please let me go. My elbow is stabbing my ribs. I rub my sore ribs I find the smile fall from her face. I take the oppotunity “You alright?” She sighs. “My hearts just not in it today. I place my hand on her shoulder, a serious expression in my face. “Aevlin. Why don’t you check up on Hans and Ergo. You look like you need a break.” She looks to me hopeful but doubt fills her face. “Will you and everyone be fine without me?” “We got this. Come back when you feel better. It’s no good for you to continue when your miserable. Try the city. Maybe there’s a actual bar up there. I don’t know. Just try and relax. I got them and they’ll stop me from falling into pits.” “I hope so. Watch my rope for me.” I take it. “I’ll keep her safe. You take care of yourself my love.” “You to.” We hug and kiss and just like that she is gone. With her gone I turn to the group to see them pouring over a map. They found a map of the sewers with a clue written on the top. Looks like were going through the secret door after all.
Jaris
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Post by dragonforgotten on Sept 14, 2021 15:46:30 GMT -5
(Before the desert)
It’s coming down in droves. Drenched to the bone I manage to keep through the house, a small bundle in my arms. Silent as a mouse I rush near the fireplace. “Your going to be fine. Don’t die yet.” I mutter to myself quietly, anxious as I hold the bundle close to the fire, tuffs of black feathers peeking through the rags. I rub her chest, her damp feathers messy and waterlogged, trying to coax life and warmth back into her as I can hear her rasping between reach my effects to revive her. I continue till my hope starts to fade. I simply hold her to my chest, feeling bitter. I’m sorry. I tell her but then I hear it. A small peep. My heart practically jumps in my throat. Peeking under the rags once more I see her black marble eyes. She’s watching me. She’s alive…
(1 Day before desert)
It started off as one I kept tucking and strapped next to my chest hidden under cloak. Peep. Then there was Tom who I saved from a alley cat, then Hook who got her self stuck in a fishing line. Now there’s a new one. I’m not creative enough to name this one. It looks like now I’ve got a blood murder of crows tailing me. I should have known. You save them and now they think they can mooch off you. I told myself I would never have pets. Never. Look what happens now. What the heck would Aevlin think of this? Laugh. Fawn over them most likely. The gang will think I’m going soft at this rate. I’m not quiet ready to show her them. They aren’t pets after all. There wild crows, they just show up to be fed is all. Occasionally they bring me shine bits of metal or colorful buttons. It’s nice to be thought of so highly by them but I can’t take them with me. This needs to stop now. Behind salt marsh manor I break the news to them. “Alright. Listen here. I’m leaving. You lot are gonna have to stop mooching off of me. Your on your own from here. No jerky, no cuddles. None of that gos se. You hear me?” Hook tilts his head and croaks. Mooch tugs at my sleeve for my biscuits. There’s no winning here. “Jaris hurry it up! We’re leaving!” “Just a second!” I give the group a glare. “No more you hear me.” “Jaris!” “Coming!” I grab my bag and run back to the wagon feeling terrible. ——————————
(Present)
The gorgonpyrohydra is dead as I’m left pouring through the map. Zinny has food poisoning, ergo and Hans have fatigue and are out of the picture. Now Aevlin has to sit this out but we found desert elf theif wondering aimlessly through the sewers. Oh boy, I’m not loving our odds. “What’s that sound?” I look up from the map of the sewer system to see Horace pointing at my bag. Opening it I’m shocked to find a fat crow nesting amongst my spare clothes. It the f***ing new one and He’s eaten all my rations. “You little s***!” He croaks gleeful at me as I can hear the chuckles behind my back. The laughter stops when suddenly the crow changed into a ramshackle woman. We’re all left stunned as she stands up, smoothing out the wrinkles of her clothes and set her hair right. “Sorry for the scare. I am Crow of Saltmarsh. Came along to pay back my debt. The crows speak highly of you and we’re worried when you did not return.” “I-! Well… ok I have no room in me for surprises. Druid?” “Yes. I’m part of one of the lower circles.” I sigh, feeling a pounding headache. “Ok your in. I don’t have time to explain. You know already?” “Hmm, more or less. I heard everything from your bag.” “Good enough. Let’s go.” We backtrack to the secrete door to find a hallway. Stepping inside there’s a sickening click as my foot pressed down on a switch and suddenly half the party along with crow are dumped into a pit trap besides me. As the trap closes shut I blink in shock. By gods I didn’t fall into one this time. A stupid smile nearly pulls in my face till I remember that the trap still got people. With the second Theif help we nail the door open and pull the victims out. I cringe as I see the tells of spikes haven periced people at the bottom. Crow looks ruffled. Seeing the first sign of traps I start carefully checking along the floor. Im halfway there when crow stops me. “Wait. This will be faster.” She weaves her hands and casts a spell. She takes a few steps infront of me before pointing to the floor ahead of her “This area is trapped.” I come forward thinking. I could try to find it there but I can’t disable it if I don’t know how it functions or know where I can nail the trap door shut. Then I stumble upon a idea. I take out one of Aevlin’s wineskin. Feels hefty enough. As much as I hate wasting good wine it’s a noble sacrifice. “Everyone get back!” I throw it into the area and the unexpected happens. Instead of a door a deluge of acid pours from the ceiling. I hiss jumping back as the rest scream out in shock as we are splashed by the acid. I thought I told everyone to stay back!? No matter. We know we’re the trap it now. Look up a trap door above the area us opened to reveal a purple substance stuck to the ceiling. I’m not touching that. With the way clear I step around the trap and into a treasure trove. Gold as far as the eye can see. Gold spread along massive tables, gold decorated the lavish throne were a skeleton rests in finery and a golden crown. Oh that looks very enticing. Looks too good to be true. A weaker willed man would have run forward and grabbed what they can but I wait for the rest of my group as they rush forward as Ogden takes the crown and golden chalice and the theif pokes at the throne. I stand back with Nylen and watch. Suddenly everything eruptions into a cloud of yellow spores as we hack and wheez. Spores! It’s golden mold! Not again! We quickly retreat as Horace tells us his plan of burning it away all the mold. Perhaps this will reveal a secrete door but as we’re walking by there’s a curious indentation in the wall. Five holes arranged in a circle stands out besides the acid trap. Me and the desert theif inspect it. I begin sticking pitons into the holes as the theif sticks his fingers in. The man screams as a sickening crunch is heard. The pitons are crushed along the the elf’s fingers. I can’t help wincing in sympathy as Crow fixes the mans hands. With a sphere of fire sweeping through the room we comb the room again and find a similar set of holes set into the floor. This time we use the crown instead of fingers or pitons. Finially a secret door appears. I was getting worried we would have had to comb through the sewers again and face the carrion crawlers. The door leads down to a set of stairs as we stair face to face with a fiendish looking devil at the end of the hallway with hooves feet and carrying a wand. I jump back as he begins casting a spell, the warrior charge, and charge till suddenly they pass through the man and with a thud the front line has slam into a invisible wall with, of course, invisible spikes. That’s a new one. Now the spikes are above ground now. Whatever that thing was is gone now. Whether he was real or not we’ll never know but the front line has the pock scares to prove the encounter. Besides a strange wobbling bridge we are confronted with a massive anamantine door. Both me and my accomplice check out the lock. I give him a glance. “Be careful. It could explode.” “You worry too much my friend.” I give him a look before working on the door. I hear the satisfying click and open and both me and him are consumed in a inferno. Fire trap. It’s always a firetrap on these fancy a*** doors and chests. The ring on my hand thankfully saved me from a bad scalding by the end of it. When the door finial opens to reveal its treasure my jaw drops. It’s a beautiful scene. Gold, jewels, stacks upon stacks of platinum bars and fine tapestries and rugs. The massive room it fit for a king and I have to wipe the tears from my eye. No tears. Not yet. This is too good to be true. What’s the catch? At the far corner of the room is a statue of a deity I have no clue or care to know about, before it is a table of items, displayed carefully out. I’m wary of being presented such items at the foot of a deity so I resolve myself to inspecting the jewels. The monk has found a clue to a secret door. Holding the sapphires and fist sized opal in my hand. Would Aevlin like these? She could use a new necklace, maybe a choker she’ll like? I wish you were hear to see this-. I’m distracted as Hans starts acting werid. A potion dangling from his fingers he stares blankly at a wall. “Hans quite fooling around. Everyone seem to be inspecting a new door.” He doesn’t respond, not even to rib me. This is disconcerting. “Hans! You listening!?” Still nothing. I got to him, shaking his shoulders and get no response. “This isnt funny Hans. Wake up.” Still nothing. Oh s*** he isn’t fooling about. Now I’m worried. “Guys somethings wrong with Hans!” This gets everyone’s attention. I can feel a rock in my stomach. I recognize this. Ogden downed a similar potion but this time we have no way to help Hans. The best we can do is tie him up with Aevlin rope and hope the cup or talisman can cure him. With Nylen holding Hans lead we lead him towards the secret door. The moment the door opens clicks around us echo about as many doors slide open accompanied with groans. Mummies. Mummies shamble out of hidden doors all around the room. “Get into the room!” Nylen screams, pulling Hans forward. I don’t question him. I get through the door we just open as the new cleric Nylen found turns them and the monk keeps them at bay. We manage to all get inside the room and seal the door shut, the scrapping of nails against the stone echoing beyond it. Well no getting that loot without exploding some zombies. I will not leave that gos se behind. I make a quiet promise to come back for it. Addressing the room infront of us I find shelves holding a assortment of items. There’s writing here. Brushing it aside I squint as the words slowly make sense to me. “It’s ancient Arhein.” I mutter to myself tracing the words. A associate of aniomious sources brought in texts at one point in my childhood. The meaning of the words float up to me as I pick them out and I’m shocked as I pick up each item and realize what they are. Magic items! This whole room is filled with magic items! But most important there’s a portable hole! I’ve heard of these things! Items that lets you hold thousands of wealth and treasure without weighing a single pound. The group looks at me expectantly to inform them of the trove we have stumbled upon. A selfish man would hoard it. I am not that type of man. I am greedy but I treasure my bonds more the Wealth. They have stuck by me and healed my ailments. To illuminate them of this trove is a simple pleasure in seeing the look on there faces. I even inform Ergo of the scrolls. Fight as we do, I’m trying for her sake to be better. I take up a short sword that shimmers blue in just the right light and sharper to cut a wisp of hair without any force. Vorpal. I like the sound of it already. I’m shocked when the group tells me I should wear the amulet vs undead. It must be my birthday today because I’m making out big. But nothing feels better then the honor they place on me for offering. There isn’t a lot of people who would willingly give to me knowing what I am. I treasure gifts. Then we find a ring of anything and a idea springs forward. “Nylen… could you make that a ring of wishes? Fix Hans?” This stuns everyone and begins a animated discussion and how to use this wish without it blowing up in our faces. “Jaris perhaps you should have the honor? It was your idea.” Says Horace and I can feel the overwhelming desire try to take me. A wish… I could bring Elmarth back, my brother and brother in law. Right the wrongs I did in the past. Wish for more power. I could wish for Aevlin to share my lifespan, let her live as long as I could. I could… I shake my head stepping back. “No that’s not a good idea. Im a greedy b****d. Better then most but this will be too much for me. No, Nylen should do it. I trust him to make the right decision.” Nylen takes the ring and makes the wish. A cold sweat breaks out as I wait for something to go amiss. The relief I feel is staggering as Hans eyes clears and recognizes us. “Hey guys. Why am I tied up?” “You went insane but we fixed you. Have a pick of the loot.”
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Post by dragonforgotten on Sept 21, 2021 15:26:24 GMT -5
By the time we finished picking through the loot we had moved on and got stuck in a werid set of hallways that mirror each other. It’s in the middle of figuring out this s*** that everyone missing catches up with us except for crow. She’s Proably eating someone else’s garbage by now. Aevlin finally returns by the time I found a secret door and we can move on. She still looks tired despite the break. I hope she’s alright. I The ceiling is still giving me bad vibes, looks like a misplaced fireball of a lightening bolt could drop it on our heads. I hope the mages caste responsibly but I wouldn’t hold my breath on that. Ended up checking down dummy corridors. My lucky streak may be gone because the moment I thought I was safe from a drop a pit opens under me I front of the doors. To my shock the rogue wizard saved my a***. One moment I’m falling toward a pit filled with agony and the next I’m gently floating down towards the spikes and able to grab the edge before landing on top of them. Climbing back onto solid group with my head hammering in my throat I couldn’t be more grateful. Finding another secret door we enter only to stumble upon another checkered pattern fall with tiles of white and black. There’s a placater near by as I take in the words and clear my throat to speak it. It’s a riddle, a clue to getting across the room without getting shocked by lightening. By the time I finish informing the group I have to cough as my throat rebels against me in that accented roughness of the language. Me and everyone gather together and start to figure out the puzzle. Hans goes first and gets the half his life shocked out of him as we miscalculate which colors were which in the poem. By the time we have a solid plan Aevlin has walked straight through it and manage to reach the other side with miminial damage. The rest go and get shocked here and there. I go and get a jolt on one tile but manage the rest. By the time we cross we descend down a set of stairs and stand before a door, muttering of voices echoing through them. Curious I try and listen but I still can not understand what is being said. When I lift my head I see them. Small worms are squirming in the door… exactly we’re I put my ear near. I stagger away weak in the knees. Earworms. I was inches away from them burying into my head and painfully killing me. I barely manage to catch my breath and keep my lunch down before everyone noticed. I don’t think I’m good at hiding it enough from Aevlin because she hold my hand and I’m able to calm down. What’s done it done. I just have to be careful for now on. Opening the door we find a great stone door with a crypt warning bared on the front. Not the first spooky warning we’ve seen. It would have chilled me if I hadn’t already experienced this type of nonsense. We enter the tomb to find a elaborately carved tomb of a sultan, scimitar clasped to his chest as he lays in rest. The moment of truth. Me and Kynigos the rogue place our hands on it and look at each other. “On the count of three.” On three we throw it off expect the worst. Mummy? Vampire? Hideous zombie…. It’s empty? How! How is it bloody empty!? Don’t tell me we missed something. We searched everywhere! It’s got to be here. I climb in and search inside the coffin, Kynigos combs the outside Nylen then checks the lid. We hear something crack and can’t help but peer over to him. He broke of part of the stone sultans turban and is holding a part of it. Brushing off the dust he reveals a glimmer of gold shaped into a star. The talisman! That’s one down one to-. A haunting cackle echos around the room. A secret door opens from one corner in the room as a skeletal hand grasps it’s frame. The rest of the robed undead steps with his still laughing. “Fools! You dare to trespass upon my lair! You shall all be disintegrated!” Oh gos se! The undead shoots out multiple bright rays and they strike us before we can blink. I’m expecting to start crumbling to dust. I open my eyes to see I’m just as whole as I’ve always been. Same for everyone else. We all stand around awkwardly as the undead shambles about. Was that it? “Can we go now?” I venture. “Fools! We’ll meet again!” “No we won’t!” The skeleton just cackles to himself as he disappears back through the doors and the stone seals him back inside. I whistle trying to break the awkward silence. “Well… that was a thing. Can we leave now?” “Not until we search the city. It’s the only place we haven’t looked for the cup.” “But we should rest first.” Suggests Hans and I’m not shocked when he starts unpacking his bag. “Guys, no. We arnt really going to sleep in the same room as mr rags and bones. He’s not gone.” “Jaris it’s fine.” “He’s literally in the next room! What’s stopping him from coming in and attacking us in our sleeps.” “Your thinking to much, he won’t.” “Yes he will.” “No I won’t.” I hear him behind the stone. “No one asked you!” After much debat I finally get everyone to atleast exit the room and sleep on in the stair well. With the zap trap behind up and that single door beyond well see if he pulls anything and comes after us. He thankfully doesn’t and we’re able to make our way back to the mummy room. One fireball later and I’m gleefully throwing everything and everything that glitters and is valuable into the portable hole, feeling as rich as a king. We go further back to the hydra gorgon, standing below the grate. We talked about the state of the city. It was taken over by bandits is what the elders told us, so it possibly is full of people like me and Kynigos so it makes sense we should go up and scout first while finding a way to smuggle the others into the city. Me and Kynigos head through the grate and step into the city in what felt like days. The sun, the fresh air. It’s staggering in how wonderful it is. They may be just desert huts tightly pack together but the closeness of the buildings brings back a sense of ease in me. I shadow invisible Kynigos as we cross through the streets ducking from shadows to shadows. There’s guards patrolling the streets. Large muscle bound men far taller then me with scimitars don on there hips. Looking a the locals it’s obvious we will not blend in well. We need a disguise. We need… clothes. Shadows flitter above us and the shifting of clothes dancing on a clothes line becomes clear. That’s it. Kynigos seems to share the same thought. We set upon them instantly I grab clothes for Nylen, Zinny, me and Aevlin while Kynigos handles the rest of the gang. We scurry back to the hideout with arms filled and dodging men, safely unnoticed. “What’s happening up there.” “Well, it really is a populated city if a little barren. We brought clothes. Nylen I took the liberty of making sure you don’t have anything purple. Your welcome.” “What did you get for me?” Asks Aevlin with a raised brow. “Oh not much. Just this.” I pull out a set of Arabian garb and her eyes shine. “I love it.” I can feel the smile on my face at the look in her eye. I’m glade I picked out a good one.
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Post by dragonforgotten on Oct 5, 2021 16:01:29 GMT -5
The city is in shambles. People are barely out and the ones that are is the Mularks, the scimitar wielding guards of the city or the Mercinaries of the sultan. My excitement for the city instantly vanished when I realize that no one speaks common. We ducked into the nearest building to find someone who does speech common. Turns out to be a funeral home run by a beautiful woman who tries to haggle us into prepay for our own coffins, even measuring us to get the dimensions right but we come away from it with more knowledge on the city. The sultan is a assassin. He took over the city and ever since it has been in a state of decline. I can imagine after this mess her business will Probably go up if it turns out the sultan has the cup. The next encounter we stumble upon a church with a single preist. I tell him we’re simply travelers, unsure if he can be trusted in knowing our mission but Nylen let’s the cat out of the bag. This instantly turns the man to our favor. He casts a spell that seems to be able to tell what we are and seems reassured we are not evil individuals to an extent. He does not have much to provide besides telling us about the cities curfew, offers us safe haven in his small church and giving us a few items to aid us in our quest. A scroll of resurrection and a ring of wishes which ends up with Hans. The ring peeks my interest but I make note of it. The next building we reach has two guards standing infront of it. I stride towards it holding to act like I belong and that my confidence will carry me through but I am still stopped. “Halt! What bussiness do you have in the prison?” Prison!? I step back chuckling and acting alittle tipsy. “Ah! Sorry my friends! Thought it was the tea shop! I’ll be on my way!” I return to the snickering of the group haven missed my chance at exploring the inside of a cell. We wonder the streets aimless and frustrated as we come across empty building or people who will not speak with us. We’re just past another empty building when we are confronted by briggens. There doing this whole tough guy act, if we just act like nervous civilians they should leave us be. It then Kynigos does something very stupid. He starts flashing steel and that get those a**** all huffy. When they ask for his weapons I have to roughly take it from Kynigos in the hope to deescalate but Nylen steps forward sensing we’re far past letting them walk. A battle breaks out and ends poorly for the mercs. We’re left with dead bodies and two unconscious men. I just walked away from jail! I am not going back in! Were now stuck with bodies, dragging them through the streets and hoping no more guards see us and show up or the guards on the wall stop us. We make a wrong turn right into a open market that scares off anyone stragglers milling about. “Quick this way! Over here.” Someone calls to us from a store. Desperate to be out of sight we drag our prisoners and our hides into the building we’re the stranger locks it behind us. The moment we are alone with the man he rubs his hands and looks expectantly at Nylen. “Now then give it to me.” “Give what?” “I know you have it now give it to me!” The man roars as his eyes grow dark and his nails becomes claws. Something tells me that man isn’t human. As the man drops his disguise and reveals his nature as a orger magi I’m reminded of the flaming angels warning of the forces of evil wishing for the relics. Then I’m covered in frost again as the magi blasts a cold of cold in our faces! That’s it! I vanish from sight. Creeping forward. I’m so caught up in my plan I fail to hear Horace cast his spell and successfully charm the monster. As he is speaking to the wizard I leap forward, hand pulling the vorpal sword from its sheath. it pratically glides in a blurr of blue and blood as I roll off the orgers shoulder, land to crouch on my feet I front of him and sheath the blade. I hear a thud as the head rolls from his shoulders. Horace looks devastated. “Ah sorry. Don’t know my own strength.” Horace recovers well from the death of his new friend for he proceeds to charm the guards, using me as a deterrent for my poor manners. Makes me feel very important. Too bad there just mercs and are not privy to worthwhile information. So far the plan we cooked up is using the sewers to get access to the sultans palace. Cheese it with spells…. I’m not a fan of this plan. Far too many variables and we won’t know who is who or who deserves to be killed or not. My worries fall on deaf ears. In desperation I go back out to stalk the streets invisible as the magic sorts perpare there spells. There has to be a better way. One that doesn’t require us blowing everyone to bits or killing every guard who stops us. It’s not out of sympathy but to leave a job like this does not give me professional pride. If I just know exactly where it’s is I can sneak past them all, steal it and get out, then we can go in and kill the sultan-“ My thoughts stop mid sentence as a Briggen charges the streets after a small yellow cat, a fat goldfish in his mouth. I’m fine leaving the little theif as he was still his tormentor catches up to him and proceedes to beat him with a stick! I move without thought. I slam my blackjack into the guards unprotected head and kick his listless body as he goes to sleep. B****d. That’s what you get. The cat meows as he sees me, coiling around my legs and purring. I can’t help but pet his head. “Your welcome little theif. You take care of yourself.” I start to leave but he’s still following me. “No. Go back and eat your fish.” He still does not leave. In the end I scoop him up and take him back to the party still we’re I left them. “Ran into some trouble on the way.” I inform showing my new stalker as I deposited him on aevlins lap. He still prefers to come with me. “Looks like you made a friend.” She informs me and I can’t help but feel pleased.
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Post by dragonforgotten on Oct 12, 2021 13:41:09 GMT -5
I set back out again antsy to get my hands on some city gossip and held tight knowledge while everyone has gone back to studying. Not even Kynigos will go with me. I tired pestering Aevlin to come and have fun with me but she doesn’t want to start waves. I can’t help but feel disappointed. I was hoping to go find the tea shop with her. It may not be a bad but it would have been nice to try new things even if I’m not a tea person. Least there would have been actually be people to talk to. Shame. I really wanted to get into some mischief with her by my side. Now all I have is a cat that won’t stop following me around. I try picking him up but being a cat it seems he doesn’t want to go for a ride on my shoulders right now, preferring to just curl around my leg every chance I stop and purr. He’s good company even though he’s noisy. I step into the nearest building. My bravado gone I find I’ve lost the spirit to go farther from the parties stomping ground and hunt for trouble with no one else to enjoy it with. The first shop I enter that Nylen spied through with his magic sword looks like a barrel merchant. Awkward way to try and start a conversation since I’m not in the market for barrels and I’m unsure how I should or shouldn’t tell about the cup. If one orger magi can hide in plane sight what else can be lurking and make use of the knowledge we possess. The merchant starts acting pretty shifty and I’m the honest looking man myself. He starts speaking tongues I never heard before. I thought perhaps it was code and tired canting but it only disquieted the man and he sends me out on my a*** along with the cat. I don’t know what the hell his problem is but looks like something going on with him I’m not aware of. So long as he doesn’t get in my way I don’t care. I got to the next shop Nylen spied to find a man behind a desk a curtain at his back. Strange. I can’t find the right words today. I stumble over myself. Of course I know nothing so it is fair I am not equip to negotiate when I’m at such a low point of discussion with nothing to offer. The man seems like bad news. I can spy the armor under his clothes and I wouldn’t put it past him to have more men behind that curtain if I push him too far. Alone I am not here to pick fights I don’t know the odds of. I will not take unnecessary risks if they do not help my mission. Im curious as hell but I do not have the backing of Avelin or anyone right now. I’m alone and I can’t help but feel it chaffe me in aggravation. Curiosity killed the cat after all. I’m forced to retreat and return to the stubborn group empty handed besides with a cat. I find a comfy place to spread out besides Aevlin and cat take that chance to climb into my lap. I let him start playing with a frayed piece of string from my desert garb and encourage him to pounce and tumble after it. When this eventually bores him I stretch out across the floor. the moment I’m at ease the cat climbs on top of my chest. I stroke his back as he purrs and the tight ball of anxiety begins to unknot itself. Im lulled of to a peaceful sleep. ————
The next day we crawl through the sewage once again. The cat won’t follow me and it saddens me to see him leave even though it is for the best. He is a cat, a cat is not bond to anyone but himself so we part ways here. We manage to infiltrate into the palace grounds. It’s easier then I thought getting inside. There’s a bloody secrete door right next to the Damn grate. The devils luck we have or perhaps the devils are on our side with what we’re going to do. We still know nothing after besides he need the cup and we are going to do everything to get it. The group let’s me slink ahead as I prowl through the palace. I find a room of tongueless slaves which I leave be and then I peek into a door to find a room full of keys with a man stooped over the grinding wheel, there’s a mulark with him. I’m about to leave him be when suddenly I feel something against my leg and there he is. The cat is twisting around my invisible leg purring in such a pitch it calls to something in me. The cat! But how?! The next i remember when I find myself again is my hands covered in blood and a dead mulark at my feet. Holy s***…. This is bad. I look up at the man who surprisingly is completely unfazed by the death. There’s no reason why he should be so naturally calm. I push the body back into the room with him, close the door and retreat to the ground with the cat at my heels. Everyone immediantly stands up. “Well… I just killed a man in a blind frenzy. That’s not normal.” I take them to the key smiths room as he still grinds away, lost in his work. Horace charms him and I’m able to collect all the eyes to this building. We all then come back to the cat. “That’s not a normal cat.” We all come to the same conclusion. Aevlin picks him up as he purrs and nuzzles her neck. “Whatever he is I still like him. I think we should name him Sean.” “Thanks again Jaris for cursing us.” I glare at Ergo, it is not like I ask for this and yet I am blamed all the same and its pissing me off. Scapgoat yet again for things beyond my control. This betrayal cuts me deeply. I thought for once there was a creature that loved me unconditionally. A animal that doesn’t claw, and bit me. That actually enjoys my company but it appear I was mistaken. I was starting to understand why Aevlin likes her pets and now I wish I hadn’t have known that feeling. Yet again I should have known. No animals loves me. Aevlins hand falls on my shoulder and squeezes it as she hefts the cat up while I can only take her hand and hold it before releasing it with a defeated sigh. We move on as we try doors after doors. We find extravagant rooms. There’s a large statue in one room that burns Kynigos the moment he tries to touch it. Then we find the prison. Surprisingly we find two allies in two imprisoned Mularks and they tell us some important information in exchange for freeing them and getting them out of the city. It’s a fair trade. They tell us more about the sultan and how he does not employee magic users for he doesn’t not trust them. Hard to trust a man who can lob fireballs at you but that’s a great bit of news for me. His second in command is a man called Valtek Bay which surprisingly doesn’t lead the command on the fighters type of men. Huh. Perhaps he’s closer to something the sultan can trust. Something like him. Another assassin or a theif even? Possible. So far I’m just speculating but I feel like the threads that tie these people together is becoming clear. “Thank you. Ok let’s get you both free now.” I easily find the key, open the door… and there dead!? what the f***?! We all come to our selves to find us coated in blood with our weapons drawn. We just killed two innocent men in cold blood. The answer becomes clear as the cat joyfully purrs around my leg. Oh you little b******d. “Thanks for cursing us again Jaris.” “Oh go bury your nose in a book.” Guilt ridden we move on open the next door and find a room filled with guards. Looks like we are taking the bloody road after all. When they are dead I check the door next to it and open it. I’m alittle stunned as I walk in on a man armed but half dress in the arms of a woman. “Excuse me do you mind! Who told you, you can come in? I thought I had locked that bloody door, go on shoo I’m busy.” Half of me wants to storm in and give the arrogant man a reason to be afraid but I can do that with half the group eyeing me. Killing a man in the arms of a woman would be in poor taste so I close the door and try to pretend to unsee that. Stupid of me but I was a little caught off guard at the time. It’s after that moment I realize the cat is gone. Truly gone now. Prowling through the palace is nothing of note besides killing large swarth of men in a startlingly effective manner. Truely we are the perfect team for murder. I can not help but feel like what we are doing is wrong. The sense cold effency we’ve perfected is kind of chilling. It’s unease’s me how now even Horace can’t tell the different between theif and a assassin. I am a tool for whatever the group needs, it just happened they wanted a sword instead of picks and fast hands. We manage to drop ourselves into a trapped pit full of water, slim and a hungry crawfish as we nearly drown in its disgusting waters. It only manages to be a nuance which I expand out of and the others scamper to the surface. Soon we find a vault as me and Kynigos carefully examine it. I don’t find anything but I don’t trust my senses to rule out magic traps we’re I can’t detect them. “Kynigos is the door mag-“ “Knock!” The vault swings open and the two of us are in flames. I am merely singed while Kynigos is cooked but still standing. He received a dirty look and a scoff over the head. I expect that type of gos se with everyone else. Not him. He needs to learn caution is he wants to get anywhere in my profession. I don’t accept shoddy work. There’s a beautiful amount of gold inside but no cup as Zinny reports. Sadly can not take it since the portable hole is full so to any greedy hands it will have to go to. But who is going to rule this city? We’re killing everyone it looks like. Everyone… I know how it’s going to end and it sits heavy in my stomach. I have a neutral stance on the affairs of good and evil. With no one to lead the city it will implode under its own weight. With no money people will turn on each other, civil war will erupt, evil and good men will spill blood over who will claim this land unless someone rises to take the reins. I look to Aevlin. “Aevlin. This could be a good chance for you to obtain a domain. If the sultan dies it will be all avaliable to you.” “Jaris I’m not interest in living in the desert. We have a good place in saltmarsh.” “Right.” The theives guild will Proably run once this goes down. When cities die the rats abandon ship. I could take over. I can’t help but shake my head. No I couldn’t. Aevlin does not want to stay here. Id tear myself in two trying to be in two places at once. We find a secret door leading into a posh bedroom. While searching Aevlin finds a suprise under the bed. There’s a assassin hiding under the bed. Not only a assassin but the same crazy b****d who blew up our camels. He has one of those exploding devices on him. Why the hell he’s there I can’t say because before we do anything I’ve knocked him out cold and he’s tied up tight. Nylen, using his sword to see a room filled with more men. There facing a door on the other side of the room. The perfect time for a dramatic enterance. Aevlin does the honor. She kicks the door open as we toss the man forward. Two important men stand on the other side of the room. One must be the sultan for this room appears to be a throne room, the other is the man I left laying in a woman’s arms. Looks like my unfinished bussiness can finish itself up now. And thus began the quickest massacre I’ve ever witnessed. A barrage of fireballs and other sorted magic and the room is a chafed mess of bodies. The ones that do survive are easily cut down as the leaders face their demise at the end of a blade. The remaining forces immediately lose the will to fight. They drop there weapons and we force them to stand in the corner as we pick through the charred remains for items. Turns out there was more going on then I thought for a series of secret doors open all around the throne room. Who ever thought of putting so many points of egress in one room should have been swung high off the gallows as assassin pour into the room, each with the same exploding device. They all can’t a single man. Mad dog. A man garbed in black slow claps from the enterance of the bed room we emerged from. “Very well done, I am very impressed.” “And who are you then.” “A thousand pardons. I am Mad Dog of the desert. You certaintly made my job easy but I’m afraid I can not let a single one of you live.” A barking laugh echoes from Nylen. “I think you have it the wrong way my friend.” A battle breaks out and I charge Mad Dog. Cut the head of the leader and the rest will buckle swiftly. The monk unleashes the power of her terrifying medalian as the dogs men begin turning in each other. The vorpal sword flashes as I surge forward, I cut through scarf and bits of his neck, cutting of the tail end of a spell. Well you clever son of a b****. Didn’t expect you to be magic as well. I’m going to enjoy raiding your corpse. Nylen blade follows after mine and cuts a devastating wound into his side. Suddenly he’s gone in a flash and I snarl and blink my eyes. “What!? No! F***ker! This isn’t over!” I shout at no one impaticular. We practically stomp out the rest of his men much to the horror of the surrendered survivors still in the corner. I hate loose ends, let alone assassins with a grudge. With the threat gone we tell the stragglers to beat it. They leave but inform us the entire city knows what has happened. Whether this will bit us in the ass I can’t say. We pin point the cups location in a pool of sorts, evidence of a harem is unmistakeable. They must have flees once the alarms went off and the killing start. The disappointment on the rest of the groups faces is comical. Zinny reveals the cup is in one of the pools glowing rocks. Cracking it open reveals the cup in all its glory as Nylen hands Zinny the talisman. The set complete. A ravenous hunger suddenly pounces on me. I desire the cup and talisman more then anything. I must have it. I will have it even if I must kill-! No! You are better then this! I will not be tempted! I won’t let my greed consume me! I step back and take Aevlins hand shielding my eyes form the objects of great power, grounding myself in the now. Kynigos isn’t as disciplined. He sends a magic mission out at Zinny and I’m forced to club the elf over the head to stop his rabid pursuits to sait his greed. Dispite everything we have succeeded in our task. ————
We teleport straight to the elders city and delivered the far too holy cup to them. The plague is destroyed and the desert cities are safe once again from disease. I don’t know the fate of the Khaibar. I plan to dig for some news in a bit though it may be best not to know the cities state. That night I go to Aevlin. We lay about, splitting some puffs from a hooka while enjoying the night in a lavish suite surrounded by large pillows, finery, wine, fine food and a pleasant overlook over the cities oasis. It’s splendid. I take a deep drag from the pipe and met her gaze as I pass it to her. “This is perfect.” “I know. Might as well live like kings now that we are rich as them.” She coughs and pounds her chest trying to clear her lungs. “Strong stuff. I wish we could do this everyday Jaris. Do you really have to run off and train Kynigos?” “Afraid so. Can’t let him go unsupervised. He’s apart of this group now and can’t leave him in the lurch. Besides it brings a sense of satisfaction in me to pass on what I learned.” She sighs. “You work so much. I just feel so burnt out as of late.” “Ya, We’ve been working to hard.” I take a swing of the wine and then come up with an idea. A wide grin spread across my face. “Let’s run off together. For a week or more Atleast.” “Where even to?” “Don’t know. Haven’t been to Perrenland for so long. Or the bandit kingdoms. Maybe even Nyrond to see your parents. Maybe wherever the wind takes us.” “And Kynigos?” “Hes a grown a*** man, proably even older then me. He can wait for me when I get back. Not like he’s going anywhere. Any objections?” She leans forward and kisses me with a wide grin. “None at all.”
Jaris FJ
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Post by dragonforgotten on Oct 19, 2021 16:11:48 GMT -5
During the trip I lay in a hammock over looking the stairs. I’ve been thinking lately. Maybe it’s time I cut a place for myself. I have the funds but do I have the cunning and ruthlessness to do it? Could I be wise enough to pull it off without inviting chaos onto not only my self but the group and my wife as well. “Your quiet tonight?” “Thinking.” “You think too much sometimes.” “I know.” She pulls me in closer. There’s so much risk but the lull of the possibilities is tempting. A home, belonging, power and a place for Aevlin as well as for me. —- After returning from my road trip with aevlin I’ve begun teaching Kynigos in how to be a Theif. He’s already skilled but he’s reckless so I started us on a easy mission. We go ride a local dukes treasury, he’s having a gala tonight and this time I have intel and a plan to get what we came for and to get out. The plan involved putting Kynigos in fancy clothes and sending him in as an in and then Together we crack the safe. It works flawlessly but I may have did something ill come to regret. Kynigos has finally realized he’s gorgeous. Oh good lord I prayed he’d never figured it out. I know people who are good looking but that elf is by far the most beautiful man I’ve seen. He even has beaten out old silver fox Zinny for the most hansom man in our group. Makes me rather envious but can’t change that. Regardless it was perfect for him in charming the noble woman away from areas but I fear it’s going to go straight to his head now. For his sake he better not decide to hit on my wife. I don’t care if he’s beautiful but hit on my wife and he’ll be stepping on hot coals with me. We return from our mission to find that a group called the council of good has called upon us and I begin to sweat. “Maybe we should tell them we’re sick. Skip this one after all.” “There’s nothing to be afraid of Jaris. We saved a entire nation from a plague after all.” And destroyed a city to do it but I’m not saying my thoughts out loud. Surprisingly the way to this council of good is right in our backyard. They literally opened a portal for us and we stepped inside. It’s overwhelming. The beings here are so bright you can’t looks at them straight, so tall your can’t even see there face except for there shinny glowing ankles and the hens of there togas. If I had second guess on coming here ever instinct tells me to leave now but we’re cornered. No way out. “We thank you heroes for your noble endeavor in stoping the plague. But we have some… issues…” Oh here we go. “The finial confrontation in the palace… it was… effective yes but perhaps alittle too through.” Suddenly a part of the wall begins to waver as images form together and the view of the palace takes image and begins to move as we appear. We move from room to room, killing and slashing without halting. It then transform to our finial confrontation of the throne room as the fireball goes off, then the assassins and mad dog appears. It’s strange seeing myself fight while not in the thick of it myself. I vanish and reappear like a ghost. Striking with quick savagery before vanishing again. We all have the same ferver in our eyes as we cut through dozens of foes. It’s funny how different it looks when your not caught up in the violence at the time. When the images of our actions are done we look awkwardly at each other. “We have another mission for you all. Perhaps this time do look carefully before deciding death to be the solution.” And suddenly we are thrown into a pit of pure blackness. Those b****ds! They lied to us! Oh gods were going to die! Holy s***! Why now!? I fail and call out desperately to Aevlin as the choas of familar voices echo back at me including Aevlins. When nothing works I close my eyes and submit to my mess end. I should have known falling into a pit would be my end. But it isn’t. We are suddenly caught up and our descend slows. We are gently dropped into a pile of twigs and leaves while I’m left shaken and nauseous from the terror. It takes me a moment to adjust as I take in the room. It’s a simple place with candles decorating the walls. A large door to the left and a impossibly small door on the right and in the center in a small round table with two items. A flask of some sort and loaves of bread. I tried to read the label on the flask but I can’t understand it. The rest of the gang of ruffians with me don’t have a clue either. Aevlin takes a small bit of bread. Suddenly she can’t even fit into the room as she expands. unfortunately or fortunately though her armor manages to pop off unharmed her clothes not so much. I’m tempted to expand just to see how tall she is compared to my heighten form but I’m too busy blushing and trying to not look and give myself away while everyone else couldn’t give a s***. We’ve all seen each other nude at some point in time but it’s never boring to me seeing Aevlin. Drinking the flask she returns to normal and immediately throw my cloak over her while Kynigos tries the flask. He begins to shrink till he’s buried under his clothes, three inches tall and nude. While small he checks the little door to find a massive garden with a charming fountain just ahead. There’s enough potion to make us all small but the idea of going naked without armor weapons sets me at Ill at ease. It’s during that conversation when suddenly the entire room changes into a hall way, taking the bread and flask with it and leaving poor Kynigos small. “Guess well have to call you Tinygo now.” Aevlin chuckles. He huffs and mounts his small dragon familiar and follows after us as we descend to the end of the hall way to the door. It opens to a massive lake, land just beyond it. Animals dance and play in the center of it. We enter the body of water but I’m surprised to find we float like drift wood across its surface, a salty taste in its waters. So far so good. Those creatures don’t look hostile. Maybe we won’t have to fight them. It’s then the badger snickers at Hans and points behind us. I look and wish I hadn’t. A massive crocodile charges at me. Well I don’t plan for it to f**** ask me for tea. I won’t get mauled by Damn gators again. It barrels into me and I react. The vorpal sword flashes and I stab frantically into it’s scary head. Everyone joins in. The big b****d puts up a fight but we do him in all the same. “Arnt we suppose to not kill things?” Aevlin asks. “Oh right….Well he asked for it! Next time I won’t stab first.” We wade to the shore and are confronted by three doors. Not long till the swimming critters begin to paddle towards us. Strange beast they are, some dinosaur type of things and some familar. I vanish not wanting to take a chance. They met us and immediantly turns to violence as they attack. The badger mauls Hans, the weasel chews on the half orcs leg, and the dinosaur thing tries and fails to strike Aevlin. I weave in and out between the carnage stabbing the little b****ds. Soon we have another group of corpses. “This is harder then I thought.” I look up to everyone washing my hands off in the pool of salty water. “Ok that didn’t count.” Declares Aevlin. “Through those doors is when it will count.” She opens the third one as a forest lays ahead. She walks through and the door slams shut behind her to my horror. I throw myself at it trying to get in. She’s alone out there! She can handle herself but I worry. I pull and pull but it doesn’t budge. Hans opens another door to another forest and steps in, nearly closing on my foot as he vanished in it. I open the next door to find the same first and rush inside with everyone else following. I find the both of them there and I can help to sigh in relief. I can’t keep up with this place.
Jaris
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Post by dragonforgotten on Oct 26, 2021 15:31:48 GMT -5
We March through the forest when our attention is pulled towards a giant blue mushroom with a massive blue catapiller smoking from a hooka. “Hello soul brother and sisters… so what brings you all into these grooving woods.” I squint up at him and eye the hooka. Man does that bring back some hazy memories of me being high out of my mind. Both fun and terrible times. Sleeping half naked on roof tops without a single memory of how I got there or laughing manically trying to claw off someone’s face. It was that day and a black eye that made me realize drugs and I do not mix well together. I give him a lazy salute. “Just a strolling here, what kind of s*** is that? Hadn’t had the hard stuff in a long time.” “We’ll help yourself then.” The catapillar the. Puffs a smoke ring as Tinygos on his dragon and nearly falls off when it becomes a necklace. He then puffs rings at us. These ones are less fun. I’m suddenly left both choking for air and fumbling blind through the fog as a painful jolt shoots you my spin and makes my limbs spasms. Ah the bad high. Got it. I manage to find an area that’s easier to breath and expand in the hole of being tall enough to see what’s going on. I find chaos. Aevlin flying around with her flaming sword, Hans flying on his carpet. The caterpillar has changed his mood and his appearance. Looks like he’s really a Behir, giant blue snake thing with multiple arms that spits lightening and crushes bones. Now he’s dead. Ok! We’re are bad at this! But he had it coming so f*** that guy. Tinygos managed to return to regular Kynigos thanks to chewing on abit of the catapillers mushroom. Still naked through so he tells us to go on while he tries to find something to hide his dignity. We journey through the forest of massive mushrooms but after Aevlins experimentation with them we decide to get out as fast as possible. The moment we exit a wide disembody smile appears with a trees branches. A smile lined with long sharp fangs. “Well hellooo there.” A cat then appears around that toothy smile and I’m filled with unease. “Say now. I have a secret to tell you about those mushroom but I’ll need to talk to one alone you hear?” That last cat we trusted made us kill for him. I don’t trust him. “I’ll go.” Horace begins and I grab his shoulder. “Horace we can’t trust him.” “You worry too much. I’ll be alright.” He tries to reassure him and I let him go. Hans nudges me with his elbow and I take that as an excuse to shadow him invisible. I just manage to come around the corner just into to see the cat savage the wizard and I’m left stunned with horror. He’s going to die! But if I take him on the cat will eat me as well and no will know what happened to us. I’m sorry my friend. I abandon the wizard and rally Aevlin and Hans hoping we can find him in time. We just manage save him as the cat was savoring him and missed out on a bit. We drag him along with us and heal him to back to awareness. The next strange occurrence was an encounter with a giant puppy. I thought he’d bit our head off but Aevlin tamed him so we all decided with him napping well join him. Unfortunately on my watch I was helpless in stopping the puppy from running off. It’s impossible to stop a elephant size puppy from going were it wants when you smaller then it. It left Aevlin in a state when I had to tell her. She f***ing slapped me! The hit left me reeling and I felt betrayed she’d hit him like that I front of everyone. I given her the cold shoulder after that till we found a small keep guarded by Bullywogs and a race of fish men called Kua toa. They work for a woman called the dutchess who has a small child with her. She’s… a blow hard. A petty woman that seems to care more for how this other queen views her but still pleasant for now. I’m not exactly the picture of class but I try… to mix results. I really want her crown through. Aevlin was eyeing it but there’s no opening yet to take it. It turns out the disappearing/reappearing cat is hers. The b*****d put us into a precarious position. If we don’t visit his so called friend the mad hatter he’ll get us all killed by her. We have no choice but to do as he says. Strolling through the woods we find this Hatter and his tea party. He and his friends are sitted around a table which are a human sized mouse and hare while the hatter is simply a human man with a tall hat. They chatter about making no sense when they see us. “There’s no room here! Go away!” Shouts the hatter as everyone proceeded to make room. “He always does this just do as he says.” The hare whispers and we take our seats. I by the hare and everyone by the door mouse. I can’t keep up with the conversation. It’s a string of conversations that make no sense. The hare shows me a device I rarely seen before and I can feel myself itching to possess it. Then he dirties it by putting butter on it. I take a sip of tea, trying to distract myself from the hares ramblings when I feel a rush of magic course through me. I look again at the cup. What the f*** is in this tea? The hatter and hare bully the sleepy door mouse much too everyone else’s ire. Suddenly a hat falls on my head as the hatters starts throwing one to each of us. Horace who is currently in the form of a bear becomes hated and suddenly begins to sulk about like a theif. “Look! He’s practically invisible! I don’t even see him!” The hatter exclaims. I vanish and it doesn’t even earn a passing glance. I search the hatters pockets for stuff but the fools pockets are as empty as his head. I reappear as I remember a old riddle. Might as well add to the maddness. “Who’s the greatest theif of all?” I ask everyone. “I don’t know.” Hans gives. “God?” Offers the half orc. “Time.” Aevlin answers and I feel the smile on my face and feel the sorrow in my face. “Yes. Time steals every moment for himself. He steals, youth, life, happiness. No matter how much you run he always catches you.” Eventually we grow bored and go investigate the house while the dancing bear entertains the table. The house is strange. Filled with things that do not make sense and some that do. I find a thin set of books that appear like spellbooks but the moment I touch them the house begins to change into a giant creatures stomach. It’s burns! Burning and choking in acid I can feel our time slipping. I resort to my emergency plan. Delute the ultimate salution and through it on the wall. When it doesn’t disintergrate horror sinks into my bones. This is it. We’re going to-! The ring! “Hans use the ring!” “What ring!” “The f***ing wish! Use the damn wish you stupid b****! I know you have it! We entrusted it to you!” I’m fading fast! We all are. It’s when those beautiful words are uttered we are suddenly back at the tea party covered in horrid acid burns. A massive catapiller squirms we’re we once were. That was close. Too close. I’ll never trust another house in this land again. Aevlin is enraged. She tied up the mad hatter and proceeded to water board him with tea. She’s learned far too much from my friends. I go to inspect the hat but something has caught her eye. She pulls out the single playing card from its band and it suddenly transforms into a deck of cards. All the blood leaves my face. No! Please! Granny once told us of the power of cards. Warned us that there is one deck of great power that can bring both weal or woe to the one who draws from it. Now Aevlin holds one and is drawing four cards. Am I about to lose her forever? Please Rue, goddess of fortune and Olidammar god of riviary. Please. It’s then I witness that Aevlin is truly loved by the goddess of gambling and the god of rivalry and chance. Nothing horrid has befallen her. I do not see all the effects of the four cards she pulled but one is apparent as a lady warrior suddenly appears out of nowhere. I collapse to my knees and start to laugh. And laugh and laugh till my ribs hurt and I fold into myself as I can’t contain my anxiety. It takes Aevlin pulling my face back up and wiping the tears from my face, a bright smile on her lips. “I’m fine.” And I believe her.
Jaris
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Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 2, 2021 16:05:13 GMT -5
The tea party ended with disaster and death. It started when I tried to pick the hares pockets. Turns out he’s sharper then I gave him credit for since he starts going bolistic. Screaming and kicked at anyone nearby while screaming about his watch which I dropped on the ground in the hopes to deescalate. It did not. In fact the new theif bear thinks himself as shift handed as me as he tries to filtch from the door mouse only to rip all his clothes off and reveal his short sword and certain proves he knows how to use it. For he to starts tear apart the bear till he drops giving Nylen the chance he needs to tear the blasted hood off his bear head and giving back our wizard. In the end I club the hare unconscious, Kynigos stole the hatters hat as Horace the now human deals a killing blow. Aevlin is able to calm to doormouse as I hog tie the hare. Naked Kynigos nearly gets himself killed with his own curiosity when he tries to go back into the hatters house. I’m forced to pull the fool away before he throws away his own life. Tired and my burns pulling uncomfortably we rest. I can’t remember where I collapsed but it was besides Aevlin for I wake up with her in my arms and Henchie, The poor nameless warrior woman, resting against a tree. I’m shocked when I don’t feel the same stinging agony of my wounds. I’ve been restored! There’s no Zinny here so it could only be one person. But why? I don’t know what the think. I thought he’d forgotten me. Why didn’t he wake me up when he did it? In the morning I sit besides him. He dropped hints yesterday about me stealing the pocket watch. Shocked me that it didn’t seem to hold the same distain I thought it would have. Is he… encouraging my nature to steal? I haven’t acted on my impulses before to not cause disarray? Is he hinting I should do this more often? Hmmmm. I want to ask why he healed me but I feel I won’t get a answer. I thought he wasn’t fond of me. I’m twisting myself into knifes over this. Thinking and re thinking motives till eventually I brush this aside and hold out my periate to him. “That tea seems to give some benefit to the drinker. You and Aevlin should have some but with the aid of this.” He does and returns my life saving pendent back to me. We then proceed to help the doormouse who Aevlin has fallen for. He seems to be diseased and cursed with maddness. When it’s lifted he returns to his original form. It’s just too damn bad it was a wererat. Liked him better as a door mouse but it was the thought that counted. Wait… can maddness be cured? Hmmm. In the end we leave the hare tied up and continue on our way. In our exploration we find the same room and Kynigos clothes and equipment. Sadly the bread and potion is gone though. The regret I feel at that along with mourning the ultimate solution. Soon we stumble upon a castle with hedges lined with silver roses. I vanish out of view as the group moves forward. They are confronted by servants near the hedges, painting the roses red and as it dries transforms them into gold. Invisible I go a good ways from the group to inspect the golden roses. What if I could make a bundle with them? Aevlin would love that. And yet the moment I even touch one it shatters and alerts everyone. The servants raise a cry and her come the guards with there crossbows. Well balls. For once I’d love not to have things break in my grasp. The queen arrives, calling herself the queen of hearts and makes Horace perform for her amusement. I’m tempted to explore the keep but there’s no telling what will happen to the group or if I could find them again if I lose sight of them. So when the queen mentions bring the group into her game of crochet I reappear behind one of the rose hedges and rejoin the majority. I’m then handed a flamingo… is this the right game? It turns out it’s being played with these pink birds and unlucky hedgehogs. Hans gets pelted by at least five as the queen cheats her way to victory. We seem to entertain her enough but not enough for suddenly we hear her call for heads. Kynigos drops a ice wall, I vanish, we wait for battle. Turns out it was a mistake of words. She’s talking about the chestshire cat who warns us to go for this b**** will turn and kill us at a moment notice. We take that advice to heart. The cat is also a b*****d but he’s atleast one who’s upfront about his motives. We flee to the beach and help a strange turtle cow and his griffin friends retrieve a bottle from his lair after butchering some giant lobsters. I don’t miss the opportunity to cook them in the shore. Once the restored dragon turtle gleefully jumps into the sea and we’re dining on claws does a messenger from the castle come for us. I don’t trust any one of these loons. There all mad here and they are going to drive me into it with them or kill us all if I’m not careful. I decide to vanish and tail the group as they enter the castle. We are greeted by king, queen, and prince of hearts. He leers and grins down at us all. Devishly handsome He has an air of ease and arrogance and I just want to reach my unseen hands around his neck and snap it as his eyes roam over Aevlin and Hench. Apparently we’re here because of him. He’s on trail for stealing tarts. Tarts? Like the food? Why? Are they that good? “And why dear mother would you ever think it’s me?” He proclaims. “Because your a naughty scallywag Jack and always have been.” Jack! My ears catch his name and my curiosity turns to wariness. He’s not one of us. But one does not take on who is named Jack lightly, the name of a trickster like that can only mean trouble. The swagger and the at he speaks makes it clear he is no angel and I have no doubt he is kin and I can see what is going to happen as it is played but is helpless to stop it least I want to butcher him on the spot. I’m not surprised when Hans and Henchie pull out two jeweled tarts from there pockets as he placed the blame squarely on us for being foreigners. I don’t see him do it but I have no doubts now for I’ve pulled that trick on a fellow adventure in the slaver city. He’s a theif alright. A very good one. The room erupts into choas and Jack, quick as lightening dashes from the room before plucking the tarts from the twos startled grasp. We rush after him before everyone realizes we are gone. Unfortunately he’s too quick for us. He confused us with magic and we found ourselves on coast with a row boat big enough for everyone. We have no time as the drone of angry voices echo behind us. We jump in cursing the b****ds name as we set off into the unknown sea. Jack of courtland, the cocky b*****d. I hope we met again so I can better test my wits off you in better settings. For now farewell and well met, far off uncounsin and may we not met again if your life depends on it. I hate being conned but I respect the play.
Jaris
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Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 9, 2021 16:59:00 GMT -5
This realm just keeps getting weirder and weirder. The sea we rowed across turned into a jiggling gelantious liquid. I don’t know if it’s a solid of even a liquid or even if we’re paddling through it or sliding ontop of top of it. Also a giant crab tried to make its home in our small boat and it took us all paddling it out of the boat to get away. Things get to sim normalcy till we find a lone shop selling run by a old woman decked out in jewels. She’s not only has jewels but she’s selling magic potions… possibly. I’m calling b**** on her enter operation. Never in my time roaming the streets or getting maimed/eaten alive in dungeons have I’ve seen a single shop sell potions of any sort or this s*** coming without strings attached. I swear I thought I saw the potion bottles shimmer for a moment. Is the even real? Are those jewels real?! Am I real!? Get out! Your over thinking s*** again. We leave as I constant find myself looking back wondering if my own paranoia has just Sabotaged me getting those jewels or swiping a few potions. We continue along the path through the woods till it opens up to a crossroad. Two twins stand before the signs. I’m a washed with nostalgia as they finish each other’s sentence, telling us the tale how a crow stole their belongings and they’d pay us a stocking full of pearl to get them back but if we challenge them they’d have to fight us for them. I remember when me and Joe did that. Gods has it really been that long? Suddenly as we’re trying to learn more about the bird a screech is heard over head. The twins run and hide as a shadow falls over us. A massive shadow… suddenly Massive talons crush down over Hans as we are staring into the eyes of a massive black Roc. Crow my a***! We set upon The bird as it tries to take off with Hans. Hell no! The group converges onto the massive raptor, blood and feathers flying till suddenly the massive turkey collaspes into a heap of blood and gore. I can’t believe it. We just killed a Roc. Im definitely collecting those feathers. Though finding the nest will be troublesome now that the b*****ds dead. Nylen flies ahead on the glass griffin while Hans tries and fails to make the carpet fly. Out of juice? Gravity too heavy? This place makes less and less sense the more we stay here. When Nylen returns he’s white as a sheet. He found the nest but there’s a giant crazed parrot prowling nearby. Scavenger it seems. The twins take this moment to emerge out of hiding. “You killed the crow!” They exclaim in excitement but the quickly morphs into out rage. “You killed the crow! Now we’ll never find our things!” “Hey! We took care of your bird problem!” I exclaim. “We’ll find your things! We know where we are going!” “Lies! You want our things! Combat!” They look to each other questioningly, glaring at us. They keep exclaiming combat and giving us each the eyes till I snap. I raise my hands. “For gods sake. You know what!” I shout reaching my limit on there idiocy I pluck the feathers and hand each of them one. “Hold these and fly there yourself if you don’t want to listen. We’ll get your s*** so would you both calm the f***-!” I don’t get to finish. One sucker punched me in the gut and the other slams into my jaw just as I vanish from sight with Lyon. I collaspe to the ground wheezing and gasping till I black out… …. I come to groaning, ears ringing and jaw brushing to find only one twin tied up and a smoldering pair of boots. The look on his face. S***. Not knowing what to do with the surviving twin we take him back to his own house as we also take up residence. The man is taking to himself like his other half never left. Was I like this when I lost Joe? I sort of was, wasn’t I. I mumbled and shuffled, consulting a Spector when where to go next till fate dragged my a*** to this group. Few can understand losing your own twin. Seeing their face in the mirror every day knowing for now on you and you alone will bare that same face. Being bleached stole even that from me. This poor b*****d. They should have listen instead of tried to kill us. He hates us for sure. I would have. There isn’t a choice anymore. “We should kill him as well.” “No jaris. We’re not killing anymore people today.” “He’ll just come after us. You’ll be doing him no favors keeping him alive.” I bring this up but the vote is in and hell be released after we rest. I could kill him now but I respect everyone too much to steal the choice from them. Aevlin would be upset if I did. I’m also not a assassin, that’s too much work on me. I settle down as Hans heals. ———
When we wake in the morning we confront the surviving twin. “We are going to free you. If we do you’ll not attack us. Are we clear.” “What do you say brother? I agree! Yes we promise.” He mutters to himself and the rope comes loose. He kips up back to his feet, his fists out. “Combat!!” God damn idiot!
Jaris
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Post by dragonforgotten on Nov 16, 2021 17:02:13 GMT -5
The second twin is now dead after a pointless fight. Ok I don’t think we’re good at keeping people alive who antagonize us. This place will drive us all to madness I swear. We followed the path through the forest and found the giant crowd nest along with the massive green parrot that shouted commands at people in which they are complelled to listen. He also had another trick hidden away. The moment we thought we killed him he jumps us minutes later and tries to eat the wizard while Hans and Aevlin are combing the woods for loot. We found the twins bag and hand out the goods among us. Continuing on our way we come upon a series of strange mounds in a hilly feild. Aevlin gets into his battle stance, perpared for a attack with bow at the ready. I stand invisibly besides her while Hans checks the mounds. “JJjjjjjaaabbbbb… wockwockwock!” A beastie scream comes echoing through the hills. What the hell was that? And then we see it, a comical, gotteque dragon. It with massive claws, a long serpant body, powerful legs, great jaws filled with teeth with a massive horn upon its head it comes wiffling through towards us, brippling as it came. Aevlins arrows fly but It gores the poor cleric and proceeds to stamp him into the ground, all the while chattering and screeching to itself. A ice wall drops around it as we rush it. I’m start to feel we are facing something far dangerous then anything before as it flails from my attacks. the vorpal sword practically vibrates and sings in its presence, screaming for blood but unable to reach its massive head as Aevlin cuts into the beast. The beast doesn’t relent on its attack agaisnt the cleric. “Hans you need to get out of there!” I call to him but the fool refuses to run. It’s going to be the death of him and us. Eventually the beast drops him and I fear he’s dead till I notice he’s breathing. We continue the assault and my horror grows as the beast, cut to ribbons, it’s limbs held together by determination alone as it attacks us with renewed furry. It’s not dying!? Why won’t it die?! “We need to fall back! Let me throw a fireball at it!” Horace calls to us. “Jaris get him out of here!” Aevlin calls to me not taking her eyes off the crazies beast. “What about you!” “I need to hold him back!” I don’t argue with her. I trust her. “If your not back im coming after you!” I tell her and grab the cleric. I heft him over my shoulder as I wheeze. Gods Hans! Why are you so heavy! I hobble away as fast as I can. Feeling the whipping of air as the beast claws fail to slash open my back. When we’re far enough I throw him on the ground and check his wounds. He’s bad. I’m not trained for this but this is the only thing I can do to stop the bleeding. Just please don’t die on me again you jack****. I hold the wound close, concentrate and sear the flesh together. There! Hopefully that’s good enough. Least he’s not bleeding like a stuck pig. Suddenly I feel the heat of a fireball go off and my gaze turns back to the ring of ice and the thrashing beast. It’s still f***ing alive! How is it still f***ing alive!? And Aevlin is still in there. Alone. I stand and run, not away from the beast but towards it and my wife as I hear Horace cast the follow up lightening bolt. I’m crazy, I don’t stand a chance with it, but I will not let her fight it alone. If we go down, Ill will go down by her side. Sprinting I feel something slam into my back, every hair on my body rise as something in me repels the force away. A bolt of lightening suddenly arcs around me and into the ice wall just as I skid into place besides her. She looks bad. “What are you doing here!?” “Here to get you out!” “I don’t need protecting Jaris!” “I know, perhaps a hand then.” And that’s all that needs to be said. A touching moment as we stare death in the face. Least till death incarnate suddenly explodes. The beast explodes in a shower of blood and organs. We stand there dumbfounded as the lightening is still bouncing around. “Well! That’s done! Let’s get the f*** out of here!” We sprint like demons are chasing us. From the corner of my eye I catch the streak of lightening coming straight for Aevlin. I act before thinking. I push her aside as the searing pain hits me. I stagger to my knees and I’m half pulled half thrown to my feet by Aevlin. “You see! This is why I told you to stay back!” “Tell me more about it when we’re out of this death trap.” I hiss and whimper. We stagger away from the fizzling lightening bolt and collapses before the party. Once again. Somehow. We live to tell another story.
Jaris
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