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 Post subject: The Necromancer's Tower
PostPosted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 3:40 am 
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This short story was written for folks who were familiar with the characters so the author took the liberty to make character references that they would recognize. For everyone else it may to hard to follow who's who in the story so here is a character reference chart:

Faunus - Tiefling Warlock, male
Triesse - Halfling Rouge, female
Wixlyn - Half-elf Cleric, male
Draviel - Half-elf Ranger, male

~*~ PART 1 ~*~

The warlock and the rouge picked through the dead necromancer’s belongings in the upper chambers while the two half-elves descended into the tower’s basement. The tiefling briefly looked up from the parchments that he was studying to see the halfling transfixed on some trinket she found. As his curiosity started to take hold, she shrugged and tossed the item over her shoulder. He sighed and turned back to the incomprehensible writings. He had pulled like documents together and knew that there was quite a collection of official government documents, not unlike the identification papers they were given in the outskirts of Viborg. The other documents held his focus as he wondered if they had any magical importance or if they would hold the necromancer’s ill-gotten secrets. When the warlock was no longer paying heed to her, the halfling tip-toed back to her trinket and pocketed it.

The ranger led the way down the circular stairs. The sunlight gave way to the darkness as the two continued their progress. The dry dusty stone steps were replaced by slick steps covered in mud and mildew. The cleric paused for a moment as the eeriness of his darkvision replaced the world of light and shadow. The pair hugged the edge of the outer wall to give them the greatest distance to see around the center core of the stairs. They descended a distance that seemed to be deeper than the tower was tall. When the stairs finally ended, they found a landing covered by 6 inches of foul smelling muck with a smallish set of stone doors filling an opening wider than a standard single door, but not quite high enough to pass without ducking. The ranger briefly mused wondering if the warlock would have to duck his head lower to pass through the opening just to clear the horns. Of course he wouldn’t have the chance to find out now as the warlock was keeping an eye on the rouge.

The ranger drew his longsword and the cleric brought the players of a spiritual weapon to the forefront of his mind. Draviel readied to pull open the door as he glanced back to Wixlyn who gave him a slight nod. He yanked opened the door and sprang forward to meet any danger. There was none. The ranger let his muscles relax as the cleric exhaled his breath. The room was wide and irregularly shaped. Maybe more of a cavern with a low ceiling. The same muck and water covered the floor. Stone columns blocked the view of the whole cavern, but they could make out large stone tables covered with naked motionless bodies. Some bodies were sitting with their backs against the stone. Their lower halves hidden below the surface of the water. As the two started moving inward, they began to see elbows, feet and the other façade of body parts sticking up out of the water.

Triesse almost didn’t like picking through the wizard’s chamber; almost. Her curiosity drove her forward and she picked up this and tossed that. Too many times; however, she picked up something only to realize yet again that she discovered another piece of human bone or dried flesh. What was the still fresh human tongue about anyway? Yuk! Faunus decided that he had enough of staring at the books and papers. He peered up and looked around to see the halfling still shifting through the endless disarray of odds and ends that filled the room. Testing his senses, he realized that he heard a sound drifting in from outside. He got up, went to the arrow slit and tried to peer out. The task was difficult due to the large oak desk that was pressed against the wall that he had to lean over in order to see out and down towards the ground. Before he knew it the halfling was standing on the desk by his side.

“What are you looking at?” she stammered as she tried to hide her excitement.

“I don’t know, I heard something outside, maybe from down there to the North.”

From her vantage point, she had to bend down to peer through the window, but she still had a better time of doing so than the tiefling. She heard the sounds too and the fresh air was wonderful. Then she saw it. A single draft horse pulling a cart with a man walking next to it. There was a hint of a trail that they were using to head this way and they were close. Basically already here.

“We’ve got company.” she said as she jumped off the desk, headed towards the door and hurried down to the front lobby.

They wanted to be sure that the traveler was coming to the tower so they waited by the door. Triesse peered out using a slit in-between the double doors. Sure enough, the draft horse stopped out front and the man headed this way.

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 3:50 am 
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~~*~~ Part 2 ~~*~~

Wixlyn didn’t like that his darkvision could not pierce the surface of the water. Here in the darkness of the necromancer’s basement, there was no light to pass through the water to revel its secrets. He had already weighed the benefit of the darkness against the light and preferred his darkvision so he could see further into the cavern. Both Draviel and Wixlyn had to walk slowly to avoid tripping over the hazards hidden below the surface of the water. The cleric watched the ranger ready a torch. “Don’t bother.”

“I am tired of stepping on hands and tripping over legs.” the ranger replied.

“The water is probably too muddy anyway.” the cleric pointed out.

The flint sparked against the ranger’s blade and fire swallowed the torch quickly. The cleric’s eyes adjusted as he watched the excess sparks spill towards the murky water. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the rings of oil covering the surface of the water. The sparks landed on a shoulder of a long dead soldier and winked out of existence. “You need to be careful with that.” he warned the ranger.

Something splashed in the water off in the distance. They both peered into the darkness but could not see passed the light of the torch. The sound of the splash changed to the constant movement of something trudging through the water. Then many more splashes and a lot more trudging. They realized that all of the bodies must have jumped off of the tables and were now heading their way. The priest began his prayer and as the first zombies began to enter their field of vision they were turned away by the power of Cuiraecen. Those that persisted met the ranger’s blade. Even with his skill at fighting multiple assailants at a time, the ranger knew that there were too many. The horde of zombies continued to appear from the darkness and the mass was beginning to close on their flasks. They both turned to run before they no longer had that option. The muddy water slowed their movement, but they still out paced the zombies and were able to get out of the trap before the circle was closed. They made it to the stone doors. Draviel paused while the cleric ducked through the narrow opening. He tossed the torch as far as he could into the cavern and followed the cleric into the stairwell. They both forced the two stone doors closed as the fire storm raced toward them. Wixlyn sighed in relief when the doors sealed shut. They had the hold the doors tight as the undead creatures smashed themselves against the stone on the other side.

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 4:50 am 
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Several minutes passed and the banging stopped. They held the doors shut for a few moments longer just to be sure. The cleric grasped the door handle so he could peek inside, but the ranger quickly grabbed his arm. “Don’t. This stairway will be a chimney and these stone doors are still too warm from this side.” The cleric took out some rope and tied the two door pulls together. It wasn’t the best, but it would have to do until they could return.

~~*~~ Part 3 ~~*~~

The two backed away from the doors wondering if the stranger would attempt to barrage in, but after a few moments the customary knock on the door announced his arrival. Faunus opened the right-hand door and was beginning to greet the stranger when he heard the halfling complain that she wanted to open the door. The stranger was surprised to see a tiefling in the doorway. Faunus wished he understood what the man was saying. He tried to communicate and noticed that the man tried another tongue, probably elvish from the sound of it. Then the sound of the man’s voice no longer matter. Faunus focused on a voice from beyond and whispered back the incantation to himself. He looked the man in the eyes and spoke the words out load. The half-elf backed away almost falling backwards. Even Triesse held her ground. She wasn’t frightened by her companion but she recognized that something new was happening.

“Damn Wizard! Stay back!” the man yelled. Faunas realized that he understood and asked the man what his name was. “I said stay back!” It only took a moment for Faunas to understand that the half-elf still did not know what he was saying. The tiefling started forward as he had the man caught off guard, but soon regretted the motion. The rouge saw the man reach to a medallion that hung from his neck and her pulse quickened. “I pray thee to damn your soul and hasten your trip to hell! By Belinik, I curse you! Shall your arms betray you and your arrows miss their mark! You stall die and become another brick in the wall!”

Triesse sprang into action, side-stepping the door and circling her foe. She saw that he was quickly regaining his footing and had already drew a large bastardsword to his hand. Where in Haelyn’s name was he hiding that thing she wondered. The tiefling started to backpedal into the keep as she trusted forward at the half-elf. The dagger hit home but the half-elf was on the move following the warlock and it was just enough that she wasn’t able to bury the blade into his vitals. She’s got to talk to the warlock about standing his ground when he is her flanking partner. Something about this foe made her on edge. Faunus moved into the keep and mocked his foe. He could almost see the spirits trip and tug at his foe as the half-elf followed him inward. Triesse heard the man whistle loudly, almost calling and then begin another incantation. Faunas heard the man’s prayer for his god’s protection all the while swinging the sword.

Triesse felt the rumble of the ground and heard the hooves of the horse charge from behind. She dodged and ducked narrowly avoiding being trampled by the beast. As she rose she realized too late that it was too soon. The blow of the cart hitting her in the back of the head set her world spinning. Another loud crash came when the cart rammed the left most door wide open. The sudden jolt throwing dead corpses out the back of it. With the rouge delayed, the evil cleric pressed forward his attack on the tiefling. The cleric was quick with the sword. Faunus saw the priest whisper another prayer as he swung his sword again. The tiefling dodged to the right but the evil in the air seemed to slow his movement and pull him into the blade. Pain erupted from his left arm and chest where he was struck. Faunus called forth illusions of himself from the feylands to buy him some time and retreated up the stairs. The cleric hacked through one of the images and started to follow. The halfling had recovered and was approaching the cleric from behind. The warlock retrieved his wand and flicked his wrist with the proper jesters spraying forth a large magical web trapping his foe. Triesse tumbled out of the reaches of the webs and prepared her short bow. The cleric only seemed slightly annoyed by the webs. Instead of trying to escape he conjured forth a blue glowing magical bastardsword.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the story. This is the conclusion of the excitement. Faunas and Triesse will eventually whittle their trapped foe down with spells and arrows.

Party Treasure
Magical Pearl
Magical Lantern
Spell Book – Fire Bolt, Light, Chill Touch, Prestidigitation, Detect Magic, Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Shield, Misty Step, Suggestion, Vampiric Touch, Fireball
6 Potions – 1 clear red liquid, bubbles (looks like Big Red soda) – 5 of the healing type, but unknown strength
Holy Symbol of Belinik
Traveler’s Holy Book of Belinik
Bastardsword
Half Plate
23 gp
42 sp
88 cp
1 Draft Horse and Cart
Many papers with military sigils, ranks, duties, family crests

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