The Paralysis Wears Off

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Saeth crouched, and poked Miklos, the nearest of the fallen forms. Unwilling to admit directly that she hadn’t the faintest idea, she poked him again, harder, then declared, “If they don’t wake up, we can immortalize them in song… Can you think of a better rhyme to ‘There was a boy from Traladar’ than ‘He had very funny hair’?” While waiting for the Dwarf to answer, she moved to the side of the fallen night-mage, and examined the wand he wielded. It was a thin, smooth, dark metal stick about two feet long.

Miklos’s eyes water at Saeths comment. It was an interesting fight, but even powerful mages struggle to cast whilest being beaten to death by a violent weapon: to witt ‘one dwarf’.

Miklos burned to get up and scour the Tower from top to bottom. Out of the corner of his eye he had caught glimpses of Denetiata. In some way he regretted the chance to talk to him. It would have been useful to determin if any other members of his covern were nearby. Miklos aslo wanted to know what drove an intelligent man to research dark arts as there were many other areas within the feild of the arcane that could use men of Denetiata caliber.

These things and others Miklos idly wondered about whilest he waited the dweomer to pass.

Maruc had collapsed in a heap next to the doorway. His face awkwardly pressed against the rough stone wall. His arm had been trapped behind him with the shiled strap and he couldn’t feel his hand as his dead body weight had slowed the bloodflow to his arm. He wasn’t looking forward to the pins and needles if he ever moved again that was. He also hoped that he would be roused before the orc in front of him came to.

He wondered if one of the others would pull him onto his back at least. Rumour had it that these paralysis incantations could last more than half an hour. Maruc half-hoped that Miklos had caught the command word for the wand.

Nicolai, lying conscious with the other paralyzed combatants, decided to try to catch up on some sleep.

The dwarf just shook his head at the elfs poor attempt at rhyme. “I’m no poet. I’ll leave that to you Elf.”

With a sigh, Feldard set about dealing with both the dead and the paralyzed bodies. “A hand here would be appreciated.” The dead and the paralyzed orcs were looted. Each of them had a handful of gold and silver pieces. The dead bodies were piled to one side. The paralyzed orcs were forcibly tied and moved to the centre of the Hall where they could be watched at all times.

Feldard figured he might need living proof of Dentiata’s foulness. Also the orcs with some ‘persuasion’ might be able to tell them more about Dentiata’s plans.
His paralyzed companions were hauled to the cots and laid to rest there. Once that was all done, he settled himself to wait.

After almost two hours, the effects of the wand began to wear off, and Maruc, Miklos and Nicolai were able to start moving.

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10 responses to “The Paralysis Wears Off

  1. Saeth Tegau

    In those two hours, didn’t the two of us take at least a glance at the upstairs?

  2. There was no post mentioning that so, no. If you want to write something about that now, I can add that in.

  3. Maruc (Clr3)

    Maruc was thankful that Feldard had hauled him over to a cot, albeit an orc one. The smell was unpleasant. The time whiled away as he lay there still wondering if he would ever move again. Half an hour slipped by then an hour. He drifted into a meditative sleep. There wasn’t much more he could do.

    The pins and needles he feared roused him from sleep and he sat up shaking life into the offending limb. He got up and pulled his cloak on before realising he was moving.

    The memories came back.

    “We owe you our lives Master Feldard. Halav bless you and your father.” He entoned in the formal priest way.

    “You seem relatively unharmed. Excellent. And I see the others rousing.”

    Maruc walked over to the corpse of the Dark Mage.
    “I recognise this weave, it is the same as dread Sevastian. Feldard you have rid this world of another Necromancer. This is the garb of the Sons of Night. Halav has guided us here so we might be more enlightened. Miklos may know, or guess more.”

    He walked over the the sleeping Mage. “Wake up my friend.” he said as he roused the Traladarian. “Your view on these matters are required.”

  4. Nicolai (T3)

    “If we’re going to have a look at this nutter’s chambers, I suggest that we at least check for traps on the way up. Arrogant he may have been, but stupid he was not. And we still haven’t found the missing villagers, I’m sure that was at least part of the reason we came here.”

  5. Miklos (Mu3)

    Miklos had drifted off into a deep sleep. His mind was full of battling masters of arcania. The Lords of Night and Day testing each other and probing for weaknesses. He was a spectator, in awe of the forces being commanded by the Loremasters the pitch of the battle swayed to and for neither side claiming the upper hand for long. A tongue of energy lashed out toward the helpless bystander and it shook his body like a rag doll. He cried out.

    “..up my friend, your view on these matters is required.”

    “Who? What?” Miklos look around feverishly. A dream, it was a dream. He started to relax. Then a pang of fear. “The slumbering Orcs are they secure? Denetiata what of him?”

  6. Maruc (Clr3)

    “Easy old boy, Denetiata has been slain by Feldard. He servived with hardly a scratch on him. He has also taken care of all those other things you mentioned.” Maruc replied with a grin.

  7. Miklos (Mu3)

    Miklos took stock of the situation and went over to the body of the Mage. “Such a waste.” He said , more to himself. “But for a twist of fate he might have been a LoreMaster in Specularum, not a self obsested Wizard seeking vainglory.”

    “Immortality was not for you Dentiata. But perhaps something of your life may be put to the service of expanding the knowledge of wizardry.”

    Miklos turned to the others.
    “This man may have been defeated but he may yet defeat us. Be wary of magical traps and undead servants. For it is plain that he and Sevastian were in league and the Dread Night we have discoverd is being drawn ever nearer. We must determin how many members there are and if we have discovered the leaders. Or if there is worse to come.”

    “Our first priority is the scour this Tower for top to bottom. We leave no chair moved or carpet lifted. All its secrets must be revealed. Then we can return to Cadwell and claim our reward. Saeth, what happened to the wizards wand, it is a fearsome thing. It could prove a valuable asset. I would like to determin how to command it.”

  8. Miklos (Mu3)

    “Missin Villagers? Oh yes, we must find them too.” Miklos added lamely after being reminded by Nicolai.

  9. Feldard (Dwf lvl 3)

    Feldard merely nodded gruffily at the priests blessing.
    When the others were ready to continue on up, he took up the lead. Though the chances of there being someone to fight after the demise of Dentiata was quite low, the dwarf still felt it his place to be in the lead.

  10. Saeth: 10xp+10xp +10xp
    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Nicolai: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Saeth: 5585/8000
    Maruc: 5510/6000
    Miklos: 5455/10000
    Nicolai: 5140/9600
    Feldard: 5640/8800

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