Well, we attack. With all the fury we can can muster.
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You climb the rope and find the small patch battlement piled with there dead, and the heavy iron studded door bared shut.
"They have barred the door Oh sorceress!" the once dead man called Ayioness voice rattles out.
"Get ready, we go thru the walls!
Once more my friends, once more in to the breach!" Iewaelle shouts before she hurls a blast of sorceress energy with both hands at the wall.
Shards of jagged ice fly from wall as a hole cracks open.
Iewaelle floats in to the breach with the flowing feather cloak behind her, she lands thunder flashing from her eyes and a sword in hand.
The dead wait for no one, and throw them selves after her, you just follow the path of blood and the clashing of steel.
The hallway is tight, you can see the once dead warriors pressed up tight against there foes, your foes.
Black robes and heads shaved smooth are the order of the day with them, and red triangles everywhere, on weapons, on armour and tattoos.
You step over a handfuls of their dieing men as you go down the ice hallway.
At the end of the hallway, you find a large open round chamber, a staircase of ice spirals slowly down in to the floor far bellow.
Two other staircases start there on the floor and head back up to hallways of there own.
Before you can pick a course, more of the cultist spill out down the staircases.
As the once dead men rush in battle, eager to send other back in there place, you find your self heading down aside passageway in the ice.
It twists and turns but soon the path is blocked by a dozen armored spear men, up to the left hand side is a cleft in ice that makes a walk way.
Archers start to fire down at you from the walkway.
"We have to clear them, I can't use my axe to brake there line other wise." Æstrid shouts, huddled behind her shield as arrows thud into the wood.
You fire an arrow and three whistle back at you.
"Æstrid right bother, we can't attack if we just get an arrow in the side" Ilerie shelters behind triangular shield, taken from one of fallen culitist.
As you nock another arrow, Iewaelle rolls sideways an leaps at the wall, the bronze spider legs moves as talons dig in to the ice, carrying her up wards.
The archers hear the shouts of warning from the men below, an they are drawn and ready when Iewaelle reaches the walk way.
You see there arrows burn to ash in the air, as Iewaelle rushes forwards to make a clumsily wide slash at the lead archer.
It doesn't mater that the man prays her blade as a spider legs kicks out, stabbing again and gain at he's open face.
With the six bronze legs fighting any one that comes in reach, the armour makes short work of the archers and the brass skulls drink much blood.
You see Æstrid kiss the boar around her neck before she charges forwards.
Her charge is not of that a mortal woman but of monster, a relentless boar of steel and death.
She roars like animal, her axe splitting open helm an shield alike as she deals death with every blow.
With sword in hand you follow her, slashing the first mans hand from his wrist before running your sword thru the secound's chest.
The blade sticks fast to bone, so you drop the sword and take the battle axe for your belt.
Beside you Ilerie swings her war flail in figure of eight, smashing blade and spear aside, before the clawed gauntlet strikes home.
As the men flee, Iewaelle drops down from the ledge, and you follow the men down the path.
The few short hallways lead only to empty battlements, space for them to scatter and hide in but nothing more.
And so you soon find your self back in the grand chamber.
The cultists are scattered and dieing but so is the dead army, there scattered with few of them to be seen.
As you pick paths, you hear a a young girl scream to the right and chanting starts echo from the left.
A) Right
B) Left
Name : Peter Hudsley
Description : A short man, dark-haired man in simple farmer's clothes.
Gender: Male
Health: Fine
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Possessions
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Cassiteride bowel ripper sword,(Mothers) serrated back with a Aquilonian eagles head pommel.
Ash recurve bow (broad-head arrows)
Red padded jacket with short sleeves.
Iron lamellar vest
Single Split Vambrace
Snake crested helm (enclosed)
Mail gloves
Battle axe
Bronze snake belt (protects vs poison)
Map
Your mother's livery collar, Ostgres noble, Enchanted as Amulet of Iron
Plain pottery jar
Golden ring Ostgre Enchanted?
Mother
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Ostgren noble?
Served as a Aquilonian cavalry officer?
Loot
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Cash 12 hire guide?
Name : Æstrid the red
Description : A muscular woman with short fiery red hair and sapphire blue eyes.
A scar stretches from the bottom of the left cheek and up to the bone above.
On the other side a broken cheekbone that makers her right eye droop slightly.
Gender: Female
Health: Fine
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Possessions
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Long mail coat
Splinted vambraces and greaves
Fur cloak
2 handed war axe
Horned Svinfylking helmet
Short sword
Painted round shield
Crossbow and bolts
Name : Ilerie
Description : she’s tall with piercing blue eyes,raven black hair, high regal cheeks and soft olive skin.
Gender: Female
Health: Fine
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Possessions
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War flail
Gauntlet Claws
Mail shirt
Kardiophylax (single-disc cuirass)
Large bracelets (Mothers, Enchanted healing)
Mothers belt, missing parts Enchanted?
Name : Iewaelle
Description :A woman grown, her hair is silver white, eye black as coals and skin plane like snow.
Gender: Female
Health: Fine
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Spell list
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Flight
Ignite missiles
Extinguish fire
Ward arrows
Assume illusionary appearance
Lighting bolt
Move object
Raise Dead
Life in death (resurrect self)
Animate sword
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Possessions
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Sword
Armour, a breastplate with a pair of combined Spaulders and rerebraces, spider leg things
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Topic: From an age undreamed of. II (SG) (Read 23379 times)