Hunt the Great Hellwyrm

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Asana smirked a little and nodded slowly before he spoke " Well I have seen a bag enchanted to hold more than it should, implode when touched with random planar materials" He said with a smirk. It seemed like a workable idea if the Dragon could be enchanted as such. While his silver eyes looked around the room he glanced and noticed the dragon had returned and shook his head " Its hard to trust someone who vanishes randomly you know "

Licking his lips he opened a trunk and looked inside it seemed to be filled with maces and minor clubs. " Well I doubt these will be of much use if it is a Dragon unless we recruit a storm giant along the way" His back aching a bit before he moved towards a wall and leaned against the wall his eyes flittering between the chests and his companions.
 
Baros shook his head. "I dread to think what such an act would do to planar stability." He opened a long narrow wooden box and picked up an arrow.

"I suspected we had some of these here. You dip the head in a foe's blood, and then it becomes deadly to that foe. There is some magic involved in the process, but I know the spell well be around here somewhere."

He started checking a pile of scrolls.

"We would need to draw its blood of course."
 
"To be honest, elf, I have little concern for the amount of trust anyone here holds in me." The face of the elder had actually managed to contort into an emotion...the only one he ever bothered expressing...anger. The council had, once again, successfully managed to irritate the only warrior among them. Diplomacy was not his strong suite. Successful use of action when necessary had gotten him on the council, and with as much as he opposed them, it was the only thing that kept him on it.

"Speaking of disappearences," Fang turned his head a bit, his senses not picking up even half of the signs of the group they had arrived at this place with. "I believe our number has been drastically reduced."

As Baros investigated the weapon stock, Fang let an inquisitive eye wander over the arrows he spoke of. When Baros mentioned the need to draw blood from the beast, Fang began to move toward the exit. "That will not be a simple task. I suggest you leave it to me. Ready yourselves as quickly as possible. I seek the beast." The dragon had grown tired of waiting long before the council had suggested he take more of a direct role. He began to move to leave the chapterhouse. This monsterous creature would only continue to wreak havoc on The Balance if allowed to continue. Fang was ready to take action, and would do so with or without the assistance of what remained of the party from Freehaven.
 
"Our friend is certainly confident. I hope it is not falsely placed." Baros said and set a scroll down next to where he had placed the arrow.

"Right then. Is there a dagger in that rack that feels as cold as ice to the touch?" He asked Asana. If Asana checked, he would find a dagger with a long thin blade, marked by several runes. Its blade is reddish brown, almost like unsmelted iron ore, and water droplets condensed from the air clinging to its blade.

When Asana looked for the dagger, Baros selected three crystals from a case, the same size and shape as the one he had slotted into his sword at Freehaven.
 
Asana looked over Baros slowly with a look of subtle contemplation. Nodding his acceptance of Baros denial of his plan with a curt nod. Raising a brow at the slaying arrows being brought back to the for front of the dicussion over his earlier dissention concerning them.

When the Dragon remarked about his not caring about trust of the company and asking them to trust him to get a task done seemed rediculess. Searching the rack he found the blade Baros mentioned and held it up and smirked" Mission accomplished." He said with a smile.
 
"Its just an idea, but that might come in handy." Baros said and then picked the other items up, along with a couple of potions from a rack.

"We'd best be on our way then. I would hate our friend the Dragon to be waiting for us." Baros then turned and lead the way out of the store room. Once they were both outside, Baros spoke a series of arcane commands, different to those used to open the door, and it closed back up.

Then they would leave the chapterhouse, and return to the others outside. "We can take extra mounts from here if you will need them." Baros said as he loaded the various items he had brought into his saddle bags. Scrolls, potions, a single arrow, and a shortbow of the kind often used by horse archers.
 
Fang was nowhere to be seen, but almost immediately after Baros closed the door to the stockroom, a shrill whistle sounded from outside the boundary of the chapterhouse. Had they been paying attention in Freehaven, the whistle would sound familiar, as it was the same one Fang used to call the Alicorn to him before. It would take longer, as it was farther away, but if Fang was going to be mounted he would only do so aback a creature he knew to be a friend. Animals could smell his dragon blood and had the tendancy to go into panic mode as a result.

He waited.
 
Asana followed Baros slowly his eyes narrowing as he picked up certain arcane command words and what not with a smirk before moving after him towards the area with the mounts " Well we had me, Rand, Lox and that druid to keep up on horse back, let alone anyone else who I may beforgetting, so what do you think grab five extra mounts ? " He said calmly before glancing to the dragon and wondering if he needed a horse or not.
 
Baros nodded.Then went back inside and arranged for everyone who was still with them to be loaned a mount. Then they set off. The would ride for two days towards the Shining Hills.

((Who's still active in this?))
 
Asana Nodded and took his moutn and the leads to some of the spares, looking around slowly as they started thier long journey towards the Shinning Hills, but once they were out the gate he looked to Baros and smirked as he said " Are we there Yet ? "
 
"No Sir Knight. You are not, and never will reach your destination." Suddenly the riders were surrounded. A blue skinned figure stood before them wearing a chain shirt and a black cloak. Beside him, was another man, the one who had spoken. A pale skinned, starved looking man with greasy black hair. From around them in the undergrowth, seven red skinned orc like creatures approached. They had been ambushed.

"Kill them. The beast must be allowed to finish its task." The man said, and then vanished with a clap of thunder that left a sulpherous smell on the afternoon breeze.

"And now you die." The blue skinned elf said, and caused a pair of straight swords to form from the air. The orcs were already armed with battle axes and shields...

((I think its just us two Mith.))
 
The old man was waiting patiently outside the gates, with Rand hopefully in tow, when Baros and Asana returned with several mounts, ready to set off. The old man was ever the disgruntled, quiet figure they had come accustomed to on the journey, his words with Rand seemingly a private exchange that they couldn't expect to see soon again. With a nudge to the flank of his horse, he began to set off with the others, toward the shining hills. His old, wiry frame swaying and tipping with each step, as if he'd fallen asleep in the saddle once more.

With the sudden appearance of their would-be attackers, Aramil was surprisingly calm and apparently uninterested with their assaulters. He merely swayed in his saddle lightly as the horse came to a stop, his heavy hood shadowing the face inside save for a deahly pale, sharp angled chin. Surprisingly, he hadn't even bothered to set his jaw at the appearance of the group. It would seem the Old Man welcomed death even under these circumstances.

His voice however carried just a touch more strength than his usual raspy tones, when he spoke. "You shouldn't talk of death, it is ever so depressing... And you're looking blue enough as it is!" Yes, it would seem that Aramil had decided the best way for a feeble old man to survive an encounter with hostile orcs was to taunt their leader.
 
Asana Looked at the Drow his eyes narrowing for a half secondbefore the old man spoke up it was nice to see himself saved th need to parley with such a loathsome creature as a Drow. He kept his hands closer to his blades incase he needed to draw them, it wouldn't take long. The Spell for weapons however had given away the Drow was at least an knolwedged in the arcane arts.
 
The elf shook his head. "Clever words will only hasten your deaths."

The elf stepped towards them, and then four of the Orcs charged. Two towards Asana and two towards Baros. The old man was for now left alone. Perhaps they underestimated him.

Baros swayed in his saddle to avoid a blow that could have pierced his side, then kicked out at the Orc's shield.
 
Snapping his heels and pulling back on the reigns he forced his horse into rearing on its hind legs. Un-Hooking his feet from the stirups he rolled over backward and flipped on to his feet behind the horse keeping him out of the range of the orcish attackers. As he landed his hands slide to his dual rapiers of Vengence and Courage drawing them forth. As the horse dropped his hoofs forward towards the approaching orcs, Asanas foot lifted from the ground kicking the horse hard in the ass causing the horse to whinny and charging towards the oncomming orcs. " Indeed Baros, you know he's right barbarians never could engage in clever banter. " He said with a smile as he hold his blades ready.
 
The old man seemed content that he was left alone and not surprisingly did nothing to draw attention to himself. He simply turned his horse, his back facing the orcs and their drow leader and trotted the horse slowly away from the scene. Nodding to himself, beneath the shadows of his hood, Aramil was far more content to let the other two do battle for him. He was old and he liked their odds of survival much better than his own.

As the horse trotted away the raspy old voice called softly behind him, "Baros, Asana, I trust you'll let me know when that painted freak is taken care of?" He made no motion to turn around, or even face their would-be assailants. He was content to idly listen to the clatter of swords as he watched their rear for any other problems that might arise. He hoped Rand had not been lost along the way, or slipped off without him noticing.
 
If the blue skinned elf was offended by the old man's words, he gave no sign. Instead he watched and waited. The horse managed to barge one of the orcs to the ground, but the others continued their attack.

Baros's blade burst into flames, and he lifted his leg over to drop from the saddle. As he fell to the ground he brought his burning hot weapon down to slice cleanly through the orc's shield. The startled footsoldier flailed at Baros with an axe, but the spellsword parried and drove his blade into his foe's chest.

Baros sighted the elf, and started on a path towards the enemy's captian. Only to find his path blocked by two more orcs. He grinned. "Indeed Asana, but we will make our own fun."

((Mith, feel free to NPC orcs as you want.))
 
One Orc was taken completly by surprise and fell deftly back as the horse charged forward trampling him, but not killing him, the Other ord was luckier by far and avoided the horses charge nimbly, but was astonished to see Asana with both of his blades aimed at the orc waiting for him to make a move. The Orc Oblidged him and ran at Asana Raising its axe high above its head when its body went numb except a throbbing pain in the front of his throat. " Ahh Just in time before it could make a war cry that would just hurt my fine Elvish ears" Asana said pulling Vengence from the hole in the orcs neck.

Glancing to the orc on the ground groaning in pain it was clear its ribs had cracked under the Horse hooves, With disgust Asana replaced Courage in its sheath and picked up the orcs Axe that lay beside the wounded orc and hewed the neck of the orc with its own weapon leaving the blade there as he followed Baros.
 
The first of the two orcs blocking Baros was the victim of a fient by the spellsword. A thurst to the stomach that never happened, lead to a cut that smashed apart the orc's knee and sent it tumbling to the ground. Another swing and the orc's head was barely attached. The burning blade was doing its messy work with brutal efficiency.

The other orc put up more of a fight. It rushed at Baros. The orc's shield would have knocked him to the ground had he not stepped quickly to the right. The orc was clearly more experienced than the others. It knew to stop and regain its balance as soon as the spellsword started to move. An unblooded fighter would have kept going and found himself face down on the ground awaiting death.

Baros parried an axe swing and took a large chunk out of the orcs shield with his followup in the form of an overhand chop. The orc staggered back and Baros struck again. A quick flurry of blows from low to high, then a swing that looked to be aimed at the orc's head, but was turned into a thrust that slid into the orc's stomach. The burning metal, plus a twist as the sword was withdrawn killed the orc in fast order.

"Now their leader." Baros said, but suddenly they were plunged into darkness.
 
"Magic." Baros shouted and tried to think of a spell that might remove the darkness. Unfortunately he found himself fighting blind against a foe quicker than he. A flurry of strikes had to be blocked, forcing him back as he did. He needed to act fast to avoid death, and activated one of the spell storing crystals in his sword. There was a loud bang and a flash of light that briedly pierced the darkness. For a second the blue skinned elf could be seen wreathed in flame. Not burning as you would expect, but hurt non the less. As the light faded, the elf turned and ran. By the time the magic wore off and they could see again. The only things left were them, and dead orcs.
 
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