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+ THE GOOD: +
+ Belphanior 14th/14th/14th level elven fighter/wizard/thief +
+ Jutokai 8th level human archer +
+ Otto 8th/11th level dwarven fighter/thief +
+ Razor Charlie 9th level human fighter +
+ Skektek 12th level human wizard +
+ Ys 13th level reptilian fighter +
+ giant horned beetle (summoned by Belphanior) +
+ Bosco 12th level halfling thief +
+ Mongo 18th level dwarven fighter +
+ Gorgo 9th level dwarven berserker +
+ Boltar high priest of Pholtus +
+ Drak barbarian warrior +
+ Parekh dark-skinned female wizard +
+ Neera female human sage/astrologer +
+ THE BAD: +
+ Chargrim archmage +
+ huge invisible demon +
+ Lord Rammstein warrior +
+ 8 fanatical followers warriors +
+ Kalenon high priest of Hextor +
+ acolyte priest of Hextor +
+ ancient elf wizard +
+ Sydaar master thief +
+ Orgthrok dwarven warrior +
+ Yorgi halfling thief +
+ Krom hunter +
+ Snake assassin +
+ THE UGLY: +
+ red armored being with gigantic sword +
+ white diseased being +
+ black emaciated being +
+ pale being with black scythe +
+ Date: the week between 3/579 and 4/579 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: indeterminate +
+ Place: the final chamber of the lost tomb of Panagaea +
+ Climate: grim +
+ "No exceptions - everybody pays the price." +
+ - from _Last Man Standing_ +
DCCXXXVIII. Three's a Crowd
The battle has just gotten even more chaotic with the arrival of the
Chargrim: (wrapping up his spellcasting, he looks at the elf) I'm about
ready - you know what to do.
ancient elf: (nods)
Sydaar: (eyeing the battle in the domed chamber ahead) How do we know
which are the ones we've been following, and which aren't?
Chargrim: You must be kidding. (he launches his fireball into the room)
Chargrim was an archmage, and his fireballs tended to be bigger, hotter,
and generally deadlier than those of lesser wizards. The explosion went
off in the center of the big room, instantly filling it with flames.
Orgthrok: What the fuck - you'll roast us all!
A wall of flame shot toward the Crimson Blades and the entrance they
stood in...and stopped abruptly, coming up against an invisible barrier
that spanned the entire opening between the domed area and the treasure
ancient elf: (muttering to himself)
Chargrim: All according to plan, you see. When the flames burn down,
we'll go in there, mop up any of the foes who might be immune to fire.
Simple, efficient...and then we'll retrieve all the treasure in those
Krom: (thinking of all those piles of coins and stacks of ingots) That
could take some doing.
Chargrim: No matter. We'll have all the time we need, once no foes
remain to oppose us.
Kalenon: Well done...as usual.
It took a while for all the fire to die out, and when it did, they
moved into the large room, cautiously. There seemed to be no need, for
the scene was one of carnage and charred death. The entire chamber,
save for pedestal and coffins in the room's center, was coated in black
ash. As for those who had been within as the fireball exploded, their
Near the epicenter of the blast, Mongo stood unharmed, protected as
he was by both the invulnerable coat of Arnd and his ring of fire
resistance. In fact, that latter item was now glowing brightly, which
it had never done before. Of course, many of Mongo's other items,
including clothing, were burned, melted, or otherwise destroyed. The
dwarf himself, however, was utterly unharmed. He'd guessed what was
coming and thrown himself over the prone form of Gorgo, which had most
likely saved the latter's life. Gorgo was only slightly singed, though
still weakened and unable to fight thanks to the enfeebling touch of
the thin black being.
As for that particular foe...its rocky prison was now a puddle of hot
lava, and though it should have been baked like a potato, it was merely
charred and smoking - and free once more. Completely ignoring Mongo and
Gorgo, it now headed right toward the Crimson Blades.
Parekh had also survived, as might be expected of one with her power
and resourcefulness. Still, her protections hadn't left her completely
unharmed - if only because the attack had been a complete surprise - and
her robes were tattered and burned, and she was a bit dazed.
Another group of combatants hadn't fared so well. Though the big,
red-armored being was intact like its fellow, those around it had come
to some harm. Drak, while protected by a magical amulet, didn't have
complete immunity to fire like Mongo; he was badly burned, and shrunk
down to normal size. Bosco had just regained his senses and taken to
the air again, flying straight up as he saw the fireball coming. The
ceiling, unfortunately, had stopped his flight, and he, too, was badly
hurt, his clothes and items a charred mess. In fact, he'd fallen the
entire fifty feet to the floor, slamming into it with a great deal of
Of the four guardians, the diseased white one had apparently been
most susceptible to the fire, its sickly flesh blistering, burning,
and melting. As the foe weakened, so did its ill effects on Boltar;
this, combined with the searing flames and Boltar's holy healing-rod,
actually _helped_ the high priest of Pholtus. The relic held powerful
curative magic, conferring certain beneficial effects on its possessor.
To a large extent, the sickness and rotting was reversed, the ravaged
flesh healed. Of course, Boltar was still quite weak, as would be
expected of one who had just finally beaten a long, tough illness.
The fourth of the strange foes, the pale one with the scythe, had
never felt the flames, as they'd died within twenty feet of its body.
This had one really beneficial (if random) side-effect: both Ys and
Razor Charlie had just been close enough that they'd benefitted from
the anti-magic field, escaping certain death.
Speaking of certain death, the scythe-wielding one turned its full
attention to the new arrivals, and like its fellows, began heading that
There were a few incidentals. For one, the giant horned beetle,
while possessed of a thick, hard shell, had not been immune to fire.
Consequently, it had roasted to death instantly. On the other end of
the chamber, nearest to the Crimson Blades, Otto and Jutokai and Skektek
had also gotten the worst of the fireball. All had magical armor or
clothing, but that wasn't much against a blast of the size and power
that this one had. All three adventurers were felled by the explosion,
badly burned or dead, and lay there unmoving.
Neera, simultaneously protected and trapped within Parekh's force-
bubble, had enjoyed the best view that a noncombatant would ever have
of a fireball explosion at ground zero. She had been within the fiery
inferno, yet utterly unharmed by it, watching as the flames washed over
her and everything else. And now, she was still unharmed, protected,
And then there was Belphanior. The elf had been forced to do a lot
of fast thinking just now. Flying, hasted, and invisible, he'd seen
the new arrivals show up, and barely had time to protect himself using
his cube of force. After the fireball, he had found it necessary to
make a choice: attack the foes right away, or let them move into the
room and get distracted by whoever survived the fireball. He'd opted
to let them move in, just a bit...both to catch them with their guard
down and because he, too, wanted to see who had survived the blast,
doubly so given that he would only get one surprise attack.
The fact that the four strange beings were relatively unharmed was
merely a strategic bonus.
Belphanior: (completes the casting of one of his most powerful spells)
The elf brought into existence a twenty-foot-cubic cage of force,
right where the majority of the Crimson Blades were now dispersing and
heading into the chamber. The "bars" of this magical prison were many
and close, with only half-inch gaps between them.
Yorgi: What the hell?!? Where'd this come from?
Krom: (grabs the "bars" of the cage, trying to bend them) Grrrrr...
Kalenon: What? Where? There must have been one of them that we didn't
Chargrim: To be dealt with, as soon as I dispel this cage. (he works a
Kalenon's acolyte: (waits to follow his master's lead)
Lord Rammstein: Make it quick, would you? (to the five of his eight
fanatical warrior followers who aren't in the cage) Go forth and slay,
in Hextor's name!
five warriors: (heed the order, moving out)
Outside the cage...
Orgthrok: (possessed of battle-rage fueled by his unholy axe, he charges
at the foes, heedless of the force-cage that holds some of his fellows
Sydaar: (having also been far enough away to avoid being caught in the
cage, she goes invisible and skirts the four beings, heading instead in
the direction of Parekh, Mongo, and Gorgo)
Chargrim's invisible demon: (needing no instruction from its master, it
swoops toward the oncoming foes)
ancient elf: (previously airborne himself, and having spied and identified
Belphanior as the source of the cage) Ah. (he floats toward the elf,
working some magic of his own)
Snake: (having vanished from sight, he takes a wide-arc approach to the
four oncoming beings, intending to wait for the most opportune moment
Elsewhere in the room...
Mongo: (looks at Parekh) What now?
Parekh: Honestly, I'd say that if those four bastard things from hell are
ignoring us in favor of our new friends over there...let's leave well
Mongo: (eyes the wounded Gorgo)
Parekh: Tell you what - you work on gathering all of our wounded, and I'll
worry about the battle.
Mongo: No way!
Parekh: Trust me, only magic's going to get us out of this.
Mongo: (shaking his head) Fine. (he begins trying to figure out if it
would be easier to bring Gorgo to the other fallen, or them to Gorgo)
Parekh: (deciding what spell to cast and who to cast it at)
ancient elf: (finishes whatever it is that he's doing)
Belphanior suddenly found himself held fast, arms pinned to his sides
(at painful angles, even) by a gigantic purple claw!
ancient elf: (closing his fist) Time to die.
Neera: (watches the pale, scythe-wielding being as it approaches) Aaa!
The force-bubble, caught within the thing's anti-magic field, abruptly
Neera: Oh no...oh no...
pale being with scythe: (walks right by, headed for the Crimson Blades)
Ys: (a short distance away, he waves for her to get over there)
Neera: (runs toward them)
Razor Charlie: (still holding the two knives he's not had a chance to
throw) What now?
Ys: We should regroup with Parekh and Mongo, over there. And retrieve
Drak and Bosco on the way.
Razor Charlie: Good a plan as any. (he puts his knives away)
Ys: I just see no point in rejoining a battle that's passed us by, at
least for the moment.
Razor Charlie: (nods)
Parekh: (spellcasting, as she intends to save Belphanior)
Sydaar: (closes in, her sword stabbing in a vicious attack)
Parekh: Argh! (she falls to her knees, her spell ruined)
The wizard's steelskin spell had saved her from injury, but that
protection wouldn't hold out forever, and the thief was already moving
in again, with lethal speed and intent.
Sydaar: (raining blows on Parekh, not giving her the chance to cast
any spell or use any item)
Just then, Chargrim's invisible demon swooped down, intending to
smash Mongo to a pulp. However, the dwarf's armor bore many mighty
enchantments, one of which was a ward against foes such as the demon.
By the time the latter realized the presence of this enchantment, it
was moving too fast.
huge invisible demon: (forced to turn away at the last moment, it
hits the floor hard enough to make a small crater) Grrrr...
Mongo: What the...(he whirls, hammer swinging, and bashes the unseen
huge invisible demon: (knocked back twenty feet, and hurt, it yet takes
to the air again)
Mongo: (hearing the flap of huge wings) Uh-oh.
The demon swooped again, slamming into the dwarf with such force that
his helm was knocked from his head.
Mongo: Ungh! (he finds himself hoisted up into the air by the still-
invisible foe, unseen claws gripping him by the back and legs) Argh!
Elsewhere, Ys and Razor Charlie had retrieved the limp bodies of Drak
and Bosco, respectively, though they now had to think about putting them
down in order to help Parekh. The decision was made for them, though.
Ys: AARGH! (he arches his back suddenly, dropping Drak's body as he
Razor Charlie: What the fuck?
Snake: (fades into view, his longsword blue with the reptilian's
Razor Charlie: (sets Bosco's body on the floor, drawing two knives)
As for Orgthrok and the five of Rammstein's warrior-fanatics who
weren't in the cage...they had learned the hard way that the guardians
of this tomb were not to be taken lightly.
Orgthrok: (wounded, weakened and ill, he stands amidst the grisly
remains of Rammstein's five warriors) Urgh...
red-armored being: (swings its huge sword)
The dwarf's armor held, keeping him from being cut in two, but he
still flew through the air like a ball hit by a stick, slamming into
the wall with such force that the ancient stone cracked before the
dwarf slid down to the floor, unmoving.
Yorgi: (having assumed gaseous form to escape the cage, he floats
over the four beings, waiting for the right time to materialize)
pale being with scythe: (looks up...and inhales)
Yorgi-gas: (very much against its will, it is sucked toward and then
INTO the foe's mouth)
pale being with scythe: (closes its mouth, and continues onward)
As for those in the forcecage, they had just escaped, thanks to the
magic of Chargrim. However, they found themselves confronted by four
apparitions out of a nightmare.
Lord Rammstein: (to his remaining three followers) CHARGE!
The big warrior had seen the other followers die hard and fast at
the hands of the four strange beings, but he refused to believe that
with his skill, strength, experience, and weapons, he could lose.
Lord Rammstein: (watches as one of his followers' heads whizzes
past, leaking blood in its wake) Hmm.
Kalenon: (working some dire magic of Hextor)
A small green cloud appeared over the foes, pouring caustic rain down
upon them. Kalenon, however, hadn't been able to see that the pale being
negated magic in a radius around itself. The acid storm never came close
to touching any of the four, though it did a number on the floor, each
droplet of acid burning a tiny hole in the stone.
Kalenon: By Hextor!
acolyte: (watches his spiritual flail fizzle out before it can attack)
Krom: (sizes these beings up, preparing to leap into action after
all the magic has been launched)
Chargrim: (points his black wooden staff at the foursome)
Twin bolts of lightning forked out, arcing right toward the foes...
and then they, too, fizzled and died before ever hitting anyone.
Chargrim: (raises an eyebrow)
Krom: What, did you think yours would work when no one else's did?
Chargrim: The time has come for a new tactic.
Krom: That's for damn sure.
notes: I'd originally intended for this arc to end with 737...and
then with 738...but this battle just keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Oh well, these things happen.
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