This is a segment from one of my players journals. It takes place in the TFoE module. The setting is Eberron.
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The allip drifted after the scampering figure, and the two robed figures behind it followed, murmuring the beginnings of their nefarious incantations.
Quickly, Sapphire darted aside, calling to her friends. Grind was the first to move, standing in the doorway before Elle, protecting his ward. Amber moved up behind Elle and stared in, trying to see into the L-shaped room.
A strange babbling echoed into the corridor and the party gasped as they shook away the effects of the strange muttering. Focusing, Elle began to cast a variety of protections upon Grind, while Grind swung at the misty figure before him. Amber brandished the symbol of the Host, trying to banish it to no avail.
Sapphire moved behind a pillar, she was cornered; unable to reach her friends, she focused upon the spellcaster moving towards her, readying her bow against his spell. The sorcerer cast as Sapphire missed her target and sucked in her breath as fire boiled forth from his fingers. Grinning, the dwarven woman emerged unscathed from the slender marble column and readied her bow.
Amber’s fingers began to shake as she held the wooden symbol, she had already focused a large quantity of energy against the allip, but it still stood unfaltering. In the strange light of the chamber, she saw two more figures standing behind it and deduced the source of the allip’s resiliency. Angrily, she called upon the forces in the earth and vines sprung out of the floor and quickly entangled the distant figures.
Elle continued to tinker with Grind as she felt his focus lose sway, knowing the ghost-like figure to be draining his center. She concentrated upon his mind and pushed forth a surge of wisdom. Frustrated with his battle against the allip, Grind watched as the figures in the vines slowly emerged from the bush; stepping forward, Grind swung at the robed figure that closed into his threat and dropped a bloodied carcass.
The far door swung open and Sapphire turned to see another robed figure, more sinister than the others, step forward. He held in his hand a staff and a cruel dagger was sheathed at his belt. His hands rose upwards as he released a javelin of blue light that streaked towards Sapphire. Gasping, Sapphire clasped her hands over her wound, the robed figure that had just moved behind her from the vines, collapsed onto the floor, his robes charred from the bolt.
As she turned, she stared in horror as Grind stiffened, the chamber’s walls glowed green and veins of purple pulsed mystically in a hypnotic beat. She had managed to overcome the transfixion but had forgotten to warn the party of its power. Fearing the worst, Sapphire tumbled through the allip rejoining Elle and Amber outside the chamber.
“Grind’s not moving” gasped Sapphire.
“What?” screamed Elle; her face looked flushed with fear.
“Sapphire, I need to get next to that allip,” yelled Amber.
“On my mark,” agreed Sapphire. Quickly, Sapphire ducked back further into the corridor as Amber moved before the undead spirit.
“Now you will feel power,” Amber muttered angrily and she reached forward to touch the spirit, her body infused with positive energy.
Elle looked pale and her hands trembled as she stared down the dark corridor from whence they had traveled. Slowly, she drew a sunrod from her pack and lit it, staring back down the maze, considering her path.
From the blackness, she heard a snarl and her eyes widened as she saw a fiendish boar step into the sunrod’s light.
“There’s another door out of the chamber,” yelled Sapphire as she moved beside Elle, looking at the boar. “Amber, come over here and entangle it!”
Frustrated, Amber turned from the allip, it had already drained some of her focus and her eyes looked glassy with anger.
“Fine,” she replied, “On my mark.”
Amber moved towards the boar as Sapphire slipped before the allip.
“It’s just a boar,” said Amber in confusion, “I can hold it with a spell,”
Elle stared intently at the beast, “No, it’s not going to work,”
Shaking her head from the babbling voice of the allip, Amber threw the spell against the far wall. Vines sprung out of the floors and walls, covering everything in its wake. Sighing softly, Amber felt the branches weave around her body and she slumped wearily against the wall, entangled in her own spell.
A strange fire glowed in Elle’s eyes as she drew her morningstar, a silent revenge for he who had fallen. Chanting, Elle enhanced her weapon despite Amber’s protests and brought it down hard upon the boar. The creature squealed in pain but Elle’s wrath did not end. She struck it again and with a flash of light, the boar disappeared.
Gasping in surprise, Amber stared at where the summoned creature had stood, relieved that it had not been a real boar. Smiling brightly, she flashed a triumphant grin to Elle as they turned to see Sapphire fighting the allip, Grind in its flank.
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