Last week we left off with Lucy and Morgan in a hole and the
rest of the party hovering over it, battling an encroaching obsidian vine
determined to pierce those caught inside...
Martonis peers down the hole and decides to cast a light
spell on the end of his rope, which he then tosses down into the vertical
tunnel, shouting for Morgan to secure the end around Lucy.
Morgan does so, then watches as Martonis lifts Lucy from the
hole and sets her on the ground. While they wait for Morgan to climb out,
Martonis instructs Antoinette to take Lucy out of the thicket and return with
help; he tells her to continue to use his morning star. Antoinette fully agrees
with him and gathers Lucy close to her and within minutes disappear as she
crushes the obsidian thorns, creating an ever closing path behind her.
Morgan appears as Martonis casts a spell over himself
against any evil in the area from harming him.
They shout to Amaril and Wik and Ooma who appear shortly, by
following the voices, and the group decides to find their way from the thicket
that is slowly trying to pierce them.
They become disheartened about twenty to twenty five minutes
later when they find themselves still deep in the thicket.
A pause to chat has Amaril revealing to Martonis that the
‘witch’ Morgan is muttering about ‘causing this’, is actually inside a magical
ring he wears. He shows Martonis, but alas the light is too dim to see it as it
is high noon outside the thicket, the obsidian branches are so substantial as
to block most of the light.
Unable to do anything else, they continue bashing the
glass-like obsidian until they suddenly break into a wide, roughly circular
knoll, with walls of obsidian guarding, but not encroaching into, the space.
Martonis, first through the thicket, spies Antoinette
crouched, swinging his Morning Star at, which soon becomes apparent is one, no
two, no three! Three massive flying red-feathered creatures with steel-like
beaks razor-lips and enormous foot-long talons with a wingspan of nearly
twenty-feet. They estimate this flying bird weighs in at around half-a-ton.
Morgan recognises these as ones described by adventurer’s in
Triton. He remembers they are vicious and relentless.
The fight is on.
A bloody battle ensues with our heroes being spared many
injuries due to lack of true space for these flying-elephants and, as the third
one crashes to the ground, a mighty bellow rattles the obsidian, the glass-like
rock tinkling musically as the roar blasts through and a mammoth shadow causes
our heroes to look up in horror.
Mama(?) don’t look happy as she encircles the death site of
her three children. The squawk of rage thunders down as it swoops toward the
killers...
Never, ever, ever make mama angry. You wouldn’t like an
angry mama...
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XP: Wait until ya finish the match...; EXTRA-XP for those
who write a story (with the Tavern at its centre...); journal entry (of
usefulness); or an insight into their character’s back story... 50xp X
character level, for one entry per week…
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fledgling Dungeon Mistress,
khrys...
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