Orcs of the Mountain
Torion, Hadarai, Elisia and Barsul headed further up the mountain. The elementalist used elemental bolts of lightning to devastate her foes, and the shaman commanded his spirit raptor to support the party.
More members of the bloodspear orc clan attacked the heroes, including grenadiers that threw firebombs for incendiary blasts. Torion managed to keep most of the enemies away from the others, but ranged attacks were able to bypass his defenses. Hadarai nearly fell off the mountain but managed to teleport back to safety.
The minotaur fell off a bridge and was forced to fight ogres armed with greatclubs. Despite heavily stacked odds he managed to endure the assault by the giants. Large half-trolls joined the fray and proved difficult for the heroes to keep down due to their regenerative abilities. Eventually, Elisia slid the enemies off the mountain and Hadarai equipped his acid longsword to end their constant revival.
Lost Orphans in the Forest
The party reached the entrance to the cave where the orphans are being held. Soren took a break to drink his ale, for a short moment endangering the heroes with his absence. Brainwashed eladrin materialized in the forest and though the party managed to free them from the magic that held them enthralled, the fey refused to aid them. Thorry the Reckless could not seem to hit with his attacks, and the constant barrage of enemy fire sent the dwarf unconscious. Vanielle focused her shadow powers on the eladrin winter knights, but their proximity to each other and their defensive powers significantly decreased the damage.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Story 1: Chapter 3
This is chapter 3 of the story I am currently working on.
The Flame Mage
Chapter 3
Before they left the village, Izarin handed Arana Coruscar’s
talisman. It was a circle of blue metal and circumscribed with a cross. He
placed it into her palm and closed her fingers over it.
“Return it to him when he proves
himself worthy of it. Until then you may use it to protect yourself.”
Arana
nodded and placed the necklace around her neck. The clasps as well as the chain
that held the circumscribed cross were made of golden metal.
“You
are in charge. I believe their strong personalities may cause more grief if
either one led the way. I trust you with this important mission, Arana. Good
luck.”
“Thank
you, Lord Izarin. Let us discuss something when we return.”
The
rogue kept the trust Izarin had placed in her close to her heart. That warm
feeling that came from authority figures gave her strength and uplifted her
determination. It was her time to lead these two and prove her worth. When she
returned she would ask for the contract between Mahr and Asen, master and
servant, and thus bind them closer together. She felt warm feelings whenever
she interacted with Izarin. She did not love or like him, but it was more of a deeper
and profound respect. I will not fail again. On this I promise as a rogue of
Calias. She placed her fingers of both hands in front of her mouth like a gate,
trapping the oath she made in her mind.
They
had ridden their horses through more fields of barley, golden wheat and the
silver wheat to the Swamp of Farothen. Coruscar’s horse, a bright white horse
with red stars adorning its saddle was larger than Salla and Arana’s smaller
mares. It seemed to symbolize Coruscar, a reflection of his personality. It was
large and likely a prized stallion, but whenever Salla’s or Arana’s horse moved
near it, it grumbled and shied away. Coruscar’s horse, Hammer, did not enjoy
the company of others and preferred to be alone with its master.
They
stayed in silence through most of the trip. Arana was her normal self who found
the need for talk almost unnatural. Salla kept her mouth shut so she would not
get into an argument with Coruscar. And the Paladin decided conversation with
these two was not worth his time or the demeaning of his station. In the end
the swordswoman could not hold back her temper and broke the silence.
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