That was fun to write. Sorry about the kid, Snorri and Garnet! I"m sure it'll be fine. Dasur just had to follow in the footsteps of his father and infuse some babies with magic.
May the Stone shelter the Children of Dammerhall forever.
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-------Epilogue------ The journey was over, and the prophecy laid out by Dasur's calculations and precise gemcutting had come to fruitition, just as he had espoused to his colleagues at the Royal College of Formulae and Magicks over a year ago. They had mocked him- prophecy was dead, they had said, the Stone may carry a memory of the past, but it was impossible to use it to predict the future. His efforts, his vision, was a fool's dream, and his great talents should be focused elsewhere. They were wrong, and he set out to prove it. In the weeks after their victory over the Black Flame, Dasur was mostly seen in conversation with Arcanet, the knowledgeable construct and repository of Dammerhall's engineering history. Eventually he asked the group to assist him in reclaiming Arcanet's core, located in one of Dammerhall's precious vaults. On its retrieval the wizard did little else beside study its machinations and knowledge; Torvi noted he even began to modify the construct's routines and responses when she called upon it for engineering knowledge, and in time he had turned the construct into his personal calculator and assistant. Thanks to the magic of his amulet Dasur was beyond mortal needs such as sustenance or sleep. His reclusive behavior multiplied and only the increasingly modified and obstuse Arcanet could keep up with his work or offer updates to the others concerning his whereabouts. In this time he and his ruby familiar Zhashilgeax (The Contemplative King in the Unknown Stronghold of Reaching Mysteries), which he had been seen engaging in one-sided conversations with in increasing frequency, only seemed to cooperate with the original reclaimers of Dammerhall if their goals aligned. In the months after the reclaimation Dasur suddenly appeared in his old office at the Royal College of Formulae and Magicks in a burst of teleportation energy, nearly causing its current occupant and old colleague to nearly die of fright. The wizard was accompanied by bound stacks of papers two dwarfs tall and five dwarfs wide, along with a single cube of agate. He claimed the proof of his theories were contained in the papers, with supplementry material capable of being projected from the crystal. He promptly left after refusing any further explanation, leaving the confusing and nearly indecipherable work on how he predicted the reclaimation of Dammerhall to be puzzled over until another great mind emerges from the stock of High Helm. It was noted repeatedly to Snorri via missive that Dasur did not visit his mother at this time and she was quite upset. Dasur Deepborn, second in line to the throne of Dammerhall, retreated further from the court of the ancient dwarven city even as its door once again opened to the children of Torag. He declined any offers to become court wizard or the like, though he still filled some of the role in an unofficial capacity. Whatever dwarf Snorri found to officially fill the position was certainly not stupid and recognized the value in going to Dasur for help, even if it was difficult to tear him away from his projects. Because after all, real magic takes time, study, and careful planning. The every day spells; manipulating the elements, creating interdimensional space, summoning extraplanar beings, this was magic with thousands of year of history, carefully constructed with safeguards and incrementally improved upon as it passed from one generation to the next. Dealing with polymorphed goats, or curses, or whatever court wizards do... This magic was rote and boring to Dasur's enigmatic and indefatigable mind, like asking a child what 2 + 2 equaled over, and over, and over. He sought to create new spells, and with much of Dammerhall's ancient magic still intact for study, the wizard was given a ripe garden to pluck various seeds of arcane thought to add to his repertoire. He was working on something big. He became difficult to find, though if one knew where the leylines ran and the places of power in Dammerhall were, he could be found and petitioned for favors. Another year passed, and Arcanet seemed to barely respond to anyone besides Dasur- he had absolutely and shamelessly hijacked the construct for his own ends, to the point where if it appeared before anyone else it was because he willed it. Surprisingly, and with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, he was there when the first dwarven child was born in the hallowed halls; it fittingly, emerged from the loins of the King and Queen. As the onlookers and well-wishers gathered around the new hier to Dammerhall's legacy, Dasur approached from the crowd and laid his hand upon the child's head. The stone around them trembled and hummed with power as Dasur placed a powerful ward upon the child to protect it from all harm. The child's hair fell out, its skin became mottled living granite, its eyes morphed into piercing, shining jewels, and nails turned into shimmering multi-colored marble. Any protests from the King and Queen were ignored by the smiling wizard, who merely proclaimed his duty was done. It written within the Stone that the Dwarves will be ruled for all time by one that resembled the first made by Torag. With a flick of his wrist Dasur vanished, bypassing the anti-teleportation wards he had personally designed and placed upon the new Royal Bedchambers- in hindsight, it did seem strange he volunteered for such a project. Dasur Deepborn disappeared that day, and shortly it became clear he destroyed Arcanet on his way out. The construct's core was drained of all energy, its magic now warped and woven into the binding of the ward he placed upon Dammerhall's hier. However, cube-shaped gemstones containing projectable text summarizing of the construct's knowledge was found neatly stacked in a tall pillar nearby. Scrying and magical means of contact failed to find the wizard. Mundane investigations left only one clue to his whereabouts- the elemental portal they had found on their way to Dammerhall years ago had recently experienced a massive amount of activity, permanently altering the landscape into a lake of boiled stone and minerals that formed a cavity half a mile wide. The portal, now inactive and sealed from the other side, sat silent. Had he completed the staff known as Worldsong and moved on to live amongst the elementals in the outer planes, or was he vaporized in the attempt? Perhaps one day he will reappear. Perhaps not. But the mark he left on the history of Dammerhall will be forever perserved in the Stone.
After some thought I also agree we should also put your game top rest. An epilogue would indeed be fitting, I'll get something up in a while. Considering Dasur's entire motivation was "I told you so", I'm pretty sure I know what he's going to do.
Ancestral home RECLAIMED. It took 4 years 11 months, and 12 days; 4,312 posts, 9 players, 2 GMs, but we did it. Congratualtions everyone, it was an excellent journey. Thank you, GM SuperTumbler. You rescued this game and made a memorable adventure out of the bare bones adventure path you were given. I salute you for your dedication to the craft and hope all your players know they are blessed with such a wonderful storyteller and individual. The questions is: What now? Do we have a victory lap, where Dasur learns teleportation on the next level up and we return to Highhelm as the Heroes of the Dwarfkind? Do we stay quiet, continuing the game as is and shore up Dammerhall before announcing its return? Or do we close the book, marking our triumph over the Black Flame as the final chapter in the story? Thoughts and comments, especially from the GM whose say is most important, are appreciated.
Dasur squints against the sunbeam as it suddenly spills over one side of the chasm, and he ignores the fireballs and corrupted dirt clods flying about to appreciate the miracle occuring before them. "No... no miracle." He murmurs to himself, unheard over the sounds of battle. "Simple geometry." Sunlight spills over the Black Flame, and though for a moment the light dims, the shadows are wholly consumed in the end. The wizard stands still and silent as it happens, commiting the dissolution to memory. His droning was the first to break the silence- "This was far more dramatic than my initial projections, but it was well within error. Each of us have fulfilled our destiny, which is now written within the Stone. Dammerhall belongs to its rightful hiers once again." Dusting some dirt off of his body with a satisfied sigh, he begins to casually hop down the embarkments towards one of the nearby walls. Dirty, bloodied, and in tattered clothes, Dasur takes a moment to lift the antique mining helmet off of his head and look at its dented, beaten surface. He drops the undeeded armor unceremoniously into the loam without a backwards glance. "Now if you'll excuse me," He lifts a hand, placing it against an earthern walls. "I have much to discuss with Arcanet." The wizard is slowly sucked into the dirt by his arm. "Perhaps I'll make some tea." Is his final comment before disappearing and traveling upward through the ground towards the throne room, leaving the rest of the group behind.
Dasur feels the lurching acceleration as the ground gives way beneath him, and he wonders how the Air had managed to come t he Earth. The negative energy surely had something to do with it, otherwise such processes took thousands of years. He dsitracted himself with such thoughts while falling, though the rate slows noticebly as Torvi's magic allows him to safely shift position and gladly put feet back onto (somewhat) solid ground). "Ah." He intones, turning towards the coalescing form at the top of the decrepit mound that was once fertile soil. "This is more how imagined the physical form to be." Lifting his staff, he attempts to distrupt the Black Flame's formation for a moment longer, attacking the very magic holding it together.
The sudden dangling of his feet out of the dirt causes Dasur to stop his subterranean exploration. The boots suck back in the soil before he rotates 180 degrees along his vertical axis and pokes his head out into the space below. "Ah. Improbable and unexpected, but my eyes do not deceive me." He mutters to himself before quickly flying upward through the soil feet-first. A pair of well-worn boots frst emerge from the ground where the wizard had been originally standing. Legs and the rest of his body follow suit and he is extruded from the ground like a sasauge maker to end up crumbled up on the ground, laying on his back. "There appears to be a massive field of negative energy approximately 20 feet below us." Dasur says calmly as he picks himself off the ground. "It is consuming all of the soil and the ground itself will collapse beneath us shortly." He points towards the melted throne room. "Either we quickly evacuate, find a way to enter the monolith, or fall into the field below."
Dasur lets his counterspell unravel as he watches the ground, shifting his gaze back and forth to the various effects manipulating the terrain. "Odd... One would think the Black Flame is possesing the Earth itself, or there truly is a graveyard of our ancestors beneath our feet, moving the dirt. I will investigate." Suddenly, the wizard himself is sucked into the ground, but the lack of panic on his face seems to indicate it was a willful action.
Dasur is holding his pose, with only his mouth moving. "I do not yet know, King Snorri. I expected something more... volatile."
Dasur watches the destruction of the monument with keen interest. The various layers speak to the intricacy of the construction and its intelligent design. Gunzarak for a nearly impervious physical shell, noqual for a magical insulating jacket, submerged in dzejet to amplify internal magics, with a final layer of cold siccatite to.... well, he was unsure of that one. Regardless, the breadth of exotic metals available to the smiths of Dammerhall was truly breathtaking. "We meet our destiny at last, Zhashilgeax." The wizard says, gasping his magical amulet in one hand. The other holds up his obsidian staff, and he focuses on any magical energies in the air forming destructive weaves.
Dasur passes among this comrades as they prepare to break open the monolithic structure before them, passing out boons.
The seven Dasurs stand behind their warriors, staring up at the monolith and speaking in unison. "If the sudden outpouring of negative energy does not kill us, we should be prepared to fight for the future of not only Dammerhall, but the surface. To think we have already foiled the schemes of the Dark Flame would be folly. It must be destroyed fully."
Dasur's spell list for the definitely final battle II 1st: (DC 17)
2nd: (DC 18)
3rd: (DC 19)
4th: (DC 20)
5th: (DC 21)
"Ah!" The wizard exclaims as the magical weaving come into focus. "Brilliant!" Rare excitement fills his voice as he flits about the device like a surface bird over bread crumbs. "A portion of the Black Flame is within, taking the form of an elemental-like being, This is incredible. I suspected this entity could split off portions of itself, possibly with its own sentience, and this confirms it." He explains the rest of the function of the device over the course of several minutes, and how the larger device in the agricultural area is merely a scaled-up version of this device. "We will be able to practice not only the safe release of the energy stored in the device, but observe what spells and effects are most effective against this manifestation of the Black Flame." Dasur drones, preparing to turn the old court wizard's quarters into a testing ground. "Arcanat!" He calls to Dammerhall's resident construct. "Assist me!"
"Hm. A shame, but nothing that cannot be regenerated." Dasur comments on seeing Erebos' injuries. With Garnet's assistance, Dasue is able to free the device from the cooling stone. "Excellent. Now I can study this in peace..."
Dasur climbs out of hte fountain, completely dry and looking ever the same in his torn, blood-stained clothes. "How ever did you survive the passing of the Sun Keeper?" He inquires of Erebos as the dark elf lifts him free. He shortly joins the others at looking out towards the site of the former agricultural site, and marvels at the light pouring down from above. "It appears our actions have opened a new path into Dammerhall. Truly, the new day finds our home." THe wizard lifts a finger ot make an additional point. "This will be a great boon in our struggle against the Black Flame. Not only has the focusing mechanisms that would blanket the world in darkness been destroyed, but we will be able to fight it in the sunlight." He looks over to the room where the Sunkeeper had been formerly kept. "I must study the prototpe device so we may release the soul of the Black Flame and put a final end to it, if the device survived." Dasur makes his way towards the room, now able to inspect it without the buffeting winds and heat for the first time..
Yes that was the 2nd passwall he had to use. Probably should have saved it for an emergency like this, but here we are.
1)There is nothing in the rules that says Stone Shape has to be perfectly verticle or horizontal, you could cast it on the part of the fountain closest to the surface and to make a ramp out. At 10 cu. ft. + 1 cu. ft./level, I think we could make it even if it's diagonal. If the room is freakin' lava on the outside this might be a problem, but we could wait it out as long as there is a place for everyone to beathe. 2)As much as I would like to try this and debate whether or not it would work (I don't think it would) Dasur is out of Create Pit for the day. Unless you want him to cast Hungry Pit. You do not want him to cast Hungry Pit. 3)Dasur has used all of his Passwall for the day when we had to bypass the throne room defenses. He's running on utility fumes at this point. All he's got left is burning hands, grease, stone call, knock, dispel magic, fireball, and hungry pit.
Dasur peacefully watches the situation above unfold from the bottom of the fountain, sheathed in a skin-tight shimmering bubble of air, His multi-faceted mind amuses itself by attempting to calculate the survival chances of Dammerhall's sacred throne. He begins to grow concerned when the ceiling starts to melt. "Interesting. Either the Sun Keeper's aura is far more powerful than I anticipated when it passed through this room, or it lingered aboved." The wizard says, his voice distorted but intelligible. THen, the fountain goes dark, and he can only see the glowing stone above them and the black-and-white outlines of his companions in his darkvision. "That is most troublesome." He says with a measure of surprise. "Unfortunately I have expended all of my magic for the day. I am afraid you will have to cut your way through before you all suffer from asphyxiation."
Oops. We might have destroyed the throne room. Probably more importantly, the rest of you are in real trouble from drowning and Dasur's bag of tricks, which would usually be able to solve this situation easily, is empty. Some of you have True Mithral weapons and can probably hack your way out, but hopefully Torvi or Glenda have a magical solution.
Dasur had been looking through his bag for something while SNorri was speaking to the Sun Keeper. Eventually, he produces a worn steel paring knife, and he is looking at its edge when Snorri gives him the signal to begin. The wizard looks to his left, which is seemingly empty space, and extends the knife handle first to seemingly nothing. "Take this." He commands, and as his hand falls the knife appears to float in the air. "Follow me." The knife floats with uneering steadiness as he enters the hot and bright room next to the Sun Keeper's prison. Squinting against the blazing light, Dasur points at the circle on the floor. "Scrape the binding circle with the knife and collect the dust in a pile." With the command issued to his Unseen Servant, Dasur promptly turns and fast walks his way back into the throne room. "I suggest taking cover if the Sun Keeper heads this way. I do not intend to watch and find out." And, following his own advice, walks straight into the fountain with an unceremonious splash. He sinks to the bottom and seems perfectly content to lay there face-up , covered in a shimmering field of fresh air.
Looking forward to see how this plays out. I don't like the sound of that. I hope everyone is ready to jump into the fountain lol. Though the positive energy aura could ALSO explode us like dwarven balloons... We might be better off if the Sun Keeper just plane shifts (if it can), otherwise I suppose Snorri could direct it out the farming area, there's a hole to the surface there at least and it could mess up the Black Flame a bit.
"Unfortunately, you would not survive long in the Sun Keeper's aura if it were freed first, or even be able to speak in its presence. The heat and wind we experienced before are but a fraction of its power, held in check by the prototype device. It must remain bound for now." Dasur informs the king, which he does not wish to see reduced to a crisp. As second in line to sovereignty to Dammerhall, the throne is not something the wizard is particually excited to inherent.
With no dissenters on the plan to study the prototype, Dasur makes his way back to the throne room. The heat and light from the western chamber is still evident in the otherwise cold, dark, and dead throne room, though the fountain does look rather refreshing. The wizard casts a pair of spells where the heat is not so great, first summoning an invisible figure of force that will be sacrificed to break the binding circle of the Sun Keeper, and then a spell that will give brief proection from its overwhelming flames.
After warding his king against the flames in the following room, he cautions: "Snorri, this creature has suffered for a century or more. The very air here is to it as if you were left outside in a blizzard naked. It will want to leave this plane immediately. But perhaps you can convince it to stay long enough to take revenge on its captor, to nullify some or all of the negative energy found in yonder obelisk holding the Black Flame. Regardless of what it says, we must release it so we may study the device sapping its energy." "I will send my Servant to break the circle when you are finished speaking with it." Though he waits outside the room for now, he points his staff at the nearby fountain. "However, the power of this being is so intense, that once it is freed I suggest we all take shelter in the waters of the fountain should it decide to pass through this room to attack the obelisk of the Black Flame. My magic would only hold for seconds against such power, but the Water can absorb much heat." A sad look is cast upon the Throne of Dammerhall. "One can hope the throne does not melt in such a scenario, but I have faith in our ancestors craftdwarfship."
Dasur speaks Ignus, but talking really isn't his thing. Well... not convincing talking, anyway. Also, this particular Sun Keeper has no connection to Golarian's sun, but is from the Plane of Positive energy. If it were connected to Golarian's sun we might be able to convince it to help us for the surface's sake, but I don't think this particular Sun Keeper is going to care.
Okay here's my plan. Dasur still has a Protection from Energy, Communal spell left which can absorb 108 fire damage, with a duration of 90 minutes that can be spread among people in 10 minute intervals. If someone wants to try and talk to the Sun Keeper (and can speak Ignus), you would have a few rounds without dying. Otherwise, Dasur will cast Unseen Servant, Protection from Energy: Fire on himself and the Servant, and then instruct the servant to go into the room and disrupt the binding circle. I suppose if one of you is feeling particularly brave you can also be the one to disrupt the circle, but there's really no telling what that Sun Keeper is going to do when freed. It could either Plane Shift immediately, or try to take revenge, but considering it's in constant pain I suspect it will just leave. Then we rest and study the device in conjunction with the rod Garnet pulled out of the device: The gunzarak rod might be described as a greater rod of shadows. Holding it, you can see perfectly in darkness. As a weapon, it functions as a +5 gunzarak (silver and adamantine) light mace. It can cast deeper darkness at will. But at the moment it holds even more magic than you would expect. You would guess that if it were channeling the magic from the other device, it could darken even the energy coming from the Sun Keeper. Thoughts?
"No solutions, but a wide array of options." Dasur responds to Snorri's inquiries after analyzing the machine's aura and outer workings. "I propose we free the Sun Keeper trapped in the former head magician's chambers, then study the device that was suppressing its energy. I believe I have the needed spells to unshackle the outsider within being vaporized in turn, or to allow one to speak with it before it leaves this plane if someone wishes to volunteer to interrogate it or briefly enlist its services. However, I suspect this creature will say anything to be freed, and will simply shift planes the moment it is unbound." Breathlessly, the wizard changes topics. "We do know if this "throne of night" device can self-activate, or how much time we have if it can. Yet I would suggest we all rest after the Sun Keeper has been freed, so we may prepare for the possible confrontation with the Black Flame and study the prototype device."
Dasur seems relieved when the construct appears to be much more cooperative than before. "This is good. There is much to learn from this construct, and if it is free from the Black Flame as it claims, we should heed its words." He listens carefully, turning to stare up at the monolith of dark energy before them. "So this is the physical vessel of the black flame's manifestation, as I had earlier theorized." An idle hand strokes his greasy, single-braided beard. "Tell me, Arcanant. Does this structure, and the willed energy within, have the ability to activate of its own accord? If so, do you have an estimate on the time frame until activation?" Torvi's inquiries inspire some of his own. "Indeed, if we could reverse the magic of this chamber to its original state, to once again channel the light of the sun, should it not weaken and eventually kill the Black Flame within? Otherwise, it may behoove us to simply trap it within this device indefinnitely rather than risk releasing it."
"The motivations to blot out the sun are untelligable to me." Dasur comments as he approaches the machine with Erebos. "The only allure of the surface is the light and energy of our star. Here in the deep is the security of the stone the three dimensional spaces in which one may build and know intimately. There are seas and life and wealth here in abundance. The surface, without light, would merely be a vast open plain of nothing, for plants cannot survive without light and animals cannot survive without plants. I am curious, Erebos... would you rather be in a cavern, unable to see its end but know it has an end, or be in unlimited darkness, stretching forever in all directions that merely loops back in on itself?" Philosophical questions aside, the wizard turns to the task at hand. "We must learn more about this machine if we are to disable it, though I am open to the idea of channeling the negative energy stored within to another task. Let us speak with one that knows." His voice then rises, echoing about the agricultural cavern. "Arcanant! Appear at my side!" Dasur surmises the construct that had introduced itself when they entered the cavern must still be around, watching. "Tell me the nature of this device. Where and how does it draw its energy? CAn the process be reversed to bleed it back to its source, or will the negative energy within need to be annilihated with an equal measure of positive energy?"
Dasur sighs as he wathes the creature expire, and sound returns to the surroundings. "Now it will never answered my question." Bemoans the wizard before he starts digging in the dirt with the end of his staff to look for remnants of the undead hands. "Yes, there was a Deep One stuck in the pit. I estimate you have 30 seconds until the field stabilizing the extradimensional space collapses and brings it to the surface." He does not seem to be coverly concerned by this, and continues digging.
"Erebos, it seems that creature had its own master, indicating it was in fact not solely responsible for the events that transpired here, nor was it controlling the Black Flame. I'm afraid your assertation was premature. Regardless, will you assist me in examining the magical monolith behind us before the King of Dammerhall decides to test his axe against it once more?" By the time he had finished droning the dwarf had dug a small hole several inches deep in the soil around one of the hands that had been trying to grab his ankle.
Dasur dances around the grasping hands, wondering if they were truly the bodies of their ancestors buried here, or if the effect was a similar magic to how he moved energy from different planes. Well, he figures, he could just ask. Excuse me, but are these necrotic hands actually buried here and actually descended from dwarven flesh, or is this a localized magical effect utilizing solidified negative energy into a corpse-simulacrum framework? If this is the latter, why choose hands when you lack similar grasping appendages? Surely tentacles or jaws would be just as effective and far easier for you to visualize for the effect? It was a simple matter for the wizard's enigmatic mind to hold a telepathic conversation with the eel as he weaves his own spell, sending up a testing puff of acid to eat away at the mucus covering its skin.
Hmmm. I'll try some acid and fire attacks to see if it will stop the regeneration, though it may be unstoppable. Seems it also has Blindsense.
I hope this thing wasn't keeping the Black Flame leashed somehow, and we're about to unfetter it... That would be a classic Dwarf move, though.
Dasur watches in silence as his companions attack the lungfish-like creature, his eyebrows lifting slightly at the telepathic communication. He wonders of the creature is in league with the Black Flame, but seeking to control it for its own ends as the Drow do their their orcs and demons. It mattered not, for the wizard was dedicated to purging the sacred halls of their ancestors of the corruption lingering within. The lack of sound would be anathema to many spellcasters, as they relied on the arcane utterances of dragons to give their spells form in the material plane. Using the butt of his obsidian staff, Dasur begins to draw sweeping patterns of boggling complexity into the dirt, walking backwards and never pausing to look back.
Feel better soon, friends. Dasur is kind of useless against anything that flys, but he has one Burning Hands left and some scrolls. He could cast a Silent Dispel Magic, but I don't think this silence effect is a spell. Also, we have no defenses against psychic stuff, this thing could shred some minds.
"Hmm, hmm..." Dasue muses over the infromation Erebos has delivered. "I am unfamilar with psionics, but it surely can be no more dangerous than a possed Umbral Dragon. I wonder if this creature too is influenced by the Black Flame?" Musings aside, he shrugs at Torvi. "It resembles some sort of lungfish, which can exist outside of water for some time. Smashing the tank is merely one step in the process of its elimination, but it is also the first. I suggest our King's destructive energies be directed towards the tank, rather than yonder deadly monolith."
"Patience, my King. It will take time to unravel the machinations of such a great artifice. Once we have negated the active threats we may move to the passive ones." Dasur replies evenly as he inspects the tank-bound fish to the south. "Earlier, we determined the main purpose of the device in this room is to enslave the surface star itself." Is his reply to Gunnar. To Erebos, he asks: "Indeed, how do we know this fish is responisible for the the plans and assorted foulness we have encountered thus far? What is your explaination?"
With little present danger (other than the dwarves to themselves), Dasur clears his throat. "Let us gather and ascertain the nature of this creature. If it is a threat we may be able to drain it into a very special, deadly pit I have in mind." He begins to make his way south to properly inspect the creature.
"Please leave the machine intact!" Dasur yells from across the room. "I wish to study the portal stabilization matrix! In addition, the negative energy stored within needs to be safely bled off to avoid killing all life in a hundred mile radius and or creating undead out of all us." The wizard points south, to the lungfish-like creature within its tank. "May I suggest you direct your ire to the creature housed in the tank, whom Erebos has indicated is responsible for all these machinations? There is also a Deep One still trapped in a pit."
"Hmm." Dasur stands next to Erebos, his linen shirt torn and bloodied at his right shoulder. He strokes the single braid of his beard with his left hand, staff held in his right. "I would prefer to study this device before it is smashed, but I suspect there is no way to dissaude them otherwise. Hopefully the device does not cause a massive releash of negative energy that kills us all." Without time to ascertain the nature of the device, Dasur can only prepare for anything.
[ooc]Active spells: Create PPPit (8 rounds remaining)
Dasur spins on his heel when the eel begins to vanish, using his magically enchanced speed to zip around the back of the staircase, standing with the stone to his back. He points a finger at one of the Deep Ones across the room, and with a simple uttered word shoots erring missles from his hand.
"Hmm." Dasur muses to himself over Gunnar's yelling. "My second pick was going to be Oathbinder. That may have been a better choice." He comments to Erebos as the eel in front of them is ripped apart by crossbolt fire.
Dasur is waiting on some fire support from Gunnar before he casts any more spells.
If Dasur was annoyed by Erebos' flip-flopping on what they should do, he doesn't show it. Instead, he merely begins an ancient and highly effective spell, one used by even the least skilled arcane practitioner, so long as they have friends. He calls for help. "Gunnar Oathbreaker, give us your aid! This eel accosts us!" With that, the wizard begins the two-fold task of keeping the flying eel distracted so Erebos may spear it, and weaving a spell so that he may remove one of the Deep Ones from the fray. With a small shovel between his fingers, Dasur scoops up the earth beneath a far-off deep one, hopefully sending it plummeting into a deep pit.
On hearing Erebos' voice, Dasur begins moving underground. He sifts through the dirt, below the dark elf's feet, then suddenly emerges on the other side of the eel-like creature. "The plan was to separate the Deep Ones from the strong arms so they could fell the dragon." He says evenly, fingers flicking simple spell to open portals to the Elemental Plane of Butter all over Erebos' armor. "The wall of fire will fall soon, but I believe the plan was successful. Let us return to the group." It was easier said than done, with the slavering eel between them.
Dasur is focusing on maintaining the magical energy flow into the wall of flames keeping the Deep Ones from seeing his companions when he notices one of the flying eels start to make its way towards him. It was too late to move, and instead he desparately attempts to keep the flow of magic going as its teeth sink into his shoulder. The pain he could ignore, but the shaking and flapping of wings as he is disconnected from the earth disrupt the precise movements of his hands- the magic slips from his fingers and the wall of fire begins to dim. Struggling to break free he cluthces his staff with one hand and the other tears at the grubby shirt that had seen months of service and mending, ripping at the linen fabric wth dirty nails.
There was no rest as far as I know. Oops, guess I should have used Stone Call instead. Probably would have interrupted all the summons. At least the wall stopped 2!
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