OOC: everyone seems to have forgotten him so I thought I'd bring him back ;)

<font color="cc3399"> Outside the Tower
Enraged by the puny black dragon he had just slaughtered, and by the impertinence of the Paladin who stole his treasure the dragon Balagos searched the tower for a way to penetrate the defenses, the stone would prove no match for his draconic strength, strength of limb that defied the ability of mortals to comprehend let alone defend against.

However he had other plans, and such an overt display of power was not to his liking, it only prepared the fools he would destroy and gave them a few more moments to run. No they would die slowly and without a chance to run. The treasures of his lair, such as countless mithril coins and many gems were pressed into his mithril-like scales closing and sealing any holes that might have been in his hide, his rage was like the fury of a hurricane, a force of nature you could only hope to flee from, and not stand against. He circled the tower twice more building speed before he saw the shattered bulk of the black dragon twitching.

The mountain of fiery scales was upon the barely breathing lesser wyrm in seconds tearing it apart and soon he devoured it's heart, taking a measure of it's power into himself.

Yes he decided the arrogant fools would all suffer greatly, he thought as he heard the cry of pain, and knowing it was the knight who had taken his precious stone, the corners of his snout turned up in a very evil smile, the others would all utter such screams before he released them to death.

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[ 05-03-2002, 03:30 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

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<font color=gold>Note about the Tower of Shadow...
It was created by the design of a Demi-God moderator, and draws it's strength from two sources. One is the demi-plane of shadow that contains its own source of magical essence. The Goddess Shar created this to rival Mystra and her magical weave that everyone is familiar with. The power that keeps the fortress standing is not from the demi-plane of shadow. It is a surprise that will be revealed in due time. ;)
Hence...it is not going to just fall down by the might of one dragon, nor can it be breached by anything from Mystra, because that was part of Shar's construction and defence. Cyril's PC was able to do it, because his Goddess is not Mystra, nor does she lend him the magic to control the winds! </font>

[ 05-03-2002, 05:59 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=silver>ooc: Damn straight! :D

For reference, these are Cyril's gods:</font>
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• <font color=plum>The Great Tented One [The Maker of the tented heavens] </font>
• <font color=plum>The Wind Who Walks Where He Will</font>
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• <font color=plum>The Stormy Daughter of Wind [She whose anger cannot be contained]</font> </font>
• <font color=plum>Black Veiled Night [Who walks in silence] </font> </font>
• <font color=plum>Bright Faced Dawn [Who brings the day in his walking]</font> </font>
• <font color=plum>The Grim and Terrible Stillness [Death who neither moves nor breathes]</font> </font>

<font color=silver>The proper names of his gods are never spoken so that outsider ears may learn them.</font>
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<font color=skyblue>Come for me, now...you that makes arrows to slay me. You who hides in the mists while I have your two messengers hostage. They will not leave the dungeon alive, and it will be upon your brow...for you sent them to me alone. Face me, Wind-maker. face me and your death, that this may be settled. Nobody opposes me in my forum.</font>

<font color=teal>The words reach him as he finishes the arrow. They are harsh and blunt words that move through the air, thrusting it aside, rather than within it. ~ Much like the magic of this strange place – power and control are all that seem to matter. And what is not controlled is destroyed or thrust aside and ignored. ~ The Modding One’s words of challenge mean little for he is not so insecure as to be provoked by something so meaningless as a bellicose accusation of cowardice. The one called Larry threatens the lives of the women, however, and this cannot be ignored. It would be premature to name them his friends, but they have cast their lots with his and he will see them freed. This changes things greatly. Those who rushed to the attack have not lasted long against the One Who Mods and his own plans must now be changed that he might find them. ~ And by what right do I presume to think that I will fare any better against him? ~ Turning his eyes to the expansive and cloud filled heavens he opens his heart in wordless prayer to the Great Tented One, the Maker of limitless sky and the Father of Wind. He breathes deeply and looks out toward the small enclosed spaces of the tower and prepares himself for what is to come.

He speaks then in a low voice, his words moving toward the tower through the wake left behind by the brutal passage of the Mage’s challenge. “I come. And when this is finished I shall walk away. I have seen the face of my death, but what of you, O Mage that Mods? Have you considered that death may perhaps have a face that it turns to you?”</font>

[ 05-05-2002, 12:44 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

(ooc: [img]smile.gif[/img] Sorry this took so long TAO.)

<font color=seagreen>~The half-elf coughs, inhaling sharply. The impact had saved her, but not left her unscathed. She rose to one knee, clenching her side and coughing fiercly. When the dust of the commotion had cleared, the golem lay dead. He was reduced to the stone he'd been summoned from. The ranger stood up slowly and picked up her scimitar from the ground. She eyed it once to make sure it was unbroken. Satisfied, she resheathed Ravenwood on her shoulder and the scimitar to her hip. The half-elf's eyes had returned to their normal grey-blue. She then trotted to TAO, nodding that they should go on. A bit of blood ran down a fresh, shallow cut on her cheek. She forced a weak smile, though tears sprang to her eyes from the new bruises on her abdomen. She then paused, lending a tapered ear to the howl echoing through the corridor.~ "Oh Larethian..." ~She clenched her weakened right fist.~ "That sounds like one of my wolves! I-..." ~She shook her head shortly, then gestured for TAO to follow as she began striding down the hall.~ "I can't tell which one... Come on! We've got to save them!"</font>

OOC>>>Oh! You liked my observation on your character, eh Cyril??? :D

For reference to Spree and TAO...Nothing else impedes your pathway to the cells. When you actually get near Deiter, I will post about him. For now, let it suffice to say that he is clearly under-going a physical and mental change as he slowly is becoming undead. He will first attempt to attack but if he has a long clear look at Spree, he will recognize her, and stop. That is when I will post his stats and all. The wolf has not been harmed at this point.
There is only two times that you must wait for me to post.
1. When Spree and Deiter meet.
2. After both cell doors have been opened.

OOC>>>It's not my turn to post. Come on, yall! We are almost finished with this one, so we can leave it forever to collect dust in the archives!

(OOC: I'd post, but I can't think of anything to post :( )

<font color="cc3399">The dragon

After completing another pass and seeing the small and foolish madman who distracted the black Balagos ignored him, and began weaving an enchantment, those battling on the ground saw a large, even for a red, dragon shrink and his wings disapear into a much smaller form, it appeared to be a 7 foot human covered in short red hair, with reptilian eyes, and a pair of horns sweeping back from his forehead over his brow and came to a point in the back where they curled together, braiding themselves into a ponytail that hung at his back. his mighty claws reduced themselves to hands with elongated fingers ending in slim talons, his wings disapeared entirely into his back.

The being that was once a dragon, flew down to the drawbridge and as teh moat began to churn and bubble, it exhaled heavily turning the fetid water into a steam cloud and the aquatic moat monster began to choke as it's lifegiving water disappeared. Unchallenged the draconian figure stalked into the tower of the one who mods, intent on reclaiming his treasure and destroying all who helped embarass him by having it get stolen.

As he passed the lower levels of the tower he used his inborn abilities to discern the proper direction to reach the next higher level, destroying anything that moved with spells rarely seen in seven centuries.
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<font color="skyblue">She takes off in a limping gait after Spree, wincing with each step. The glow in her eyes is dimmed slightly, but nonetheless still enough to make any human step back and take notice of the power imbibed within those silver eyes.

As they near a darkened section of the coridor, she yips softly at Spree and stops, staring at two doors. Slowly moving her gaze from one to the other, the bracer around her neck alternates between a fiery red and a soft glowing blue. The tilts her head at Spree and gazes at the door where her bracer shows red, indicating to her this is the "man" and the blue is the wolf.

She softly gruffs with her breath in the direction of the blue glow, and is rewarded with an answering gruff..........</font>

OOC:Sorry guys, work and the yard took me hostage for a few days :D
but, I will be able to start posting again starting today.

<font color=teal>Nothing commands attention quite like a dragon, those creatures of power and ego. This one, it would seem, is both more powerful and more in love with itself than most and even its attempt at subtlety has a florid boldness about it. It is a truly impressive creature and he watches a moment in spite of himself. It would in all likelihood be quite terrifying were it not for the fact that a far greater terror is to be found with the tower. The tower, yes, that is where he must go. He takes advantage of the theatrics of the dragon to move swiftly and unseen to the roof of the tower, a point still left undefended. The noise of the dragon’s entry rises upward along the winds and he smiles. Yes, this distraction will do quite nicely.</font>