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+ THE BRIGHT ALLIANCE (and associates) +
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+ Alindyar 18th level dark elven wizard +
+ Lyra 14th level female drow wizard +
+ Belphanior 18th/18th/18th level elven fighter/wizard/thief +
+ Hope 16th level female human wizard +
+ Poulos 8th level human warrior +
+ Irina 14th/7th level female human priestess/warrior +
+ Neera 12th level female human wizard (sage/savant) +
+ Arusha 6th level human female wizard/alchemist +
+ Judhon 7th level gnomish illusionist +
+ Otto 12th/14th level dwarven fighter/thief +
+ Paige 13th level human female warrior +
+ Razor Charlie 12th level human fighter +
+ Skektek 14th level human wizard +
+ Ys 14th level reptilian fighter +
+ Dexitheseus 17th level human wizard, jack of all trades +
+ Kronos ancient lich wizard +
+ Pallin 18th level grey elven wizard, teleporter +
+ Socrates large albino hound +
+ Parekh 18th level female human wizard, innovator +
+ Drak 15th level human barbarian +
+ Wu 18th level human wizard, transmuter +
+ 6 elite ogre magi +
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+ Date: 7/22/586 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: morning +
+ Place: the Brass Hills, within the Bright Desert +
+ Climate: hot and dry +
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+ "There’s a sacrifice to greatness...and it’s a price that a lot +
+ of people are not willing to pay." +
+ - from _WWE Legends: _Stone Cold_ +
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MCLXXVII. Calm After the Storm
Atop a small hill of gory, ruined bodies stood a single figure: a tall,
lean elf clad in leather armor and a flowing red cape. The latter items
were heavily stained with blood, both from his own wounds and from those
he'd inflicted upon the gory bodies all around him. In his right hand was
held a longsword, its blade of the blackest metal, which rose and fell,
thrust and parried time and time again as if its wielder had an endless
supply of vigor and strength. Dozens, no, hundreds of foes surrounded him
on every side, but whenever one of them got close enough, it tasted that
dark blade and quickly fell back - only to be replaced by another from
the nameless, faceless horde. The elf continued with his grisly work,
oblivious to all else but the carnage and death...until he suddenly saw a
bright light in the sky, a light which then descended quickly, its glow
becoming stronger and brighter as it eclipsed all else-
Belphanior: Aie! (he abruptly sits up in bed, opening his eyes for the
first time in a while) What?!?
Neera: (sitting next to the bed, she almost jumps up in surprise, then
smiles, relieved) Finally.
Otto: (arms folded impassively across his chest) Welcome back to the
land of the living.
Belphanior: (looking around) Where...how...? (he realizes that his
upper torso is completely bandaged, then experiences a wave of fatigue
and sinks back onto the bed) What happened?
Neera: I wasn't there, so I'll let Otto explain it.
Otto: Well, you took care of Shattados - and it's a good thing, too, as
all of the other wizards were out of commission - but his dying move
was to spear you with his stinger and its scorpion-venom. Irina says
your magical items gave you a chance so that her healing magic could
save you. (he grins) Me, I say you're just too damn stubborn to die.
Neera: Whatever the case may be, thank the gods.
Belphanior: (wearily) So Shattados...the Scorpion Crown?
Otto: All taken care of. It got dicey in there when we had to barricade
the chamber and then creatures outside tried to get in, but they didn't
have the strength to break through, and then Alindyar woke up, and then
Lyra, and then the other wizards, one by one. After that, well...their
teleportation magic pretty much took care of the rest.
Belphanior: (looks around) We're all back in the Brass Hills?
Otto: Yup. (he frowns) Except for Cespedes. He's toast, or should I
say dust. But the others recovered from that mental blast or whatever
the hell it was, although some of them aren't too happy that they fell
victim to it in the first place.
Belphanior: No, I'd guess not.
Otto: I mean _our_ people who it knocked out are fine, but Kronos and
Parekh in particular were fussing about how and why it happened.
Belphanior: Was anyone else badly hurt?
Otto: Razor Charlie and Drak fell in the final battle, but thanks to the
healing potions we had - and Irina's efforts - they'll be fine.
Belphanior: And the crown?
Otto: Alindyar stashed it in some magical space. (he shakes his head)
I can't claim to understand it, but-
Neera: I can. It's a unique, temporary pocket dimension that he created
just for that purpose. Although he commented that the crown was trying
its best to break free, and also suggested that locking it in the same
shielded safe that holds your anti-magic sphere would be a wise course
of action.
Belphanior: I agree, one thousand percent. Can you talk to him and make
that happen as soon as possible? I don't want to take any chances. As
before when we had to open that metal container, they'll need someone
to help with the physical labor, as their magic won't function with the
thing open. Ys, and maybe Adolphus and Poulos could handle that.
Neera: (nods) I'll see to it. (she leaves the small room)
Belphanior: Where am I, exactly?
Otto: In the upper floor of that weird metal fortress of Pallin's. You
were by far the most gravely wounded. (he anticipates the elf's next
question) Two days, you've lain here recovering.
Belphanior: I see. (he frowns) What about the other denizens of the
buried palace?
Otto: After we brought the wounded back here and everyone got sorted out,
those who were well enough to fight made a quick trip back to check on
things in the buried palace...that was yesterday. Of the monsters that
survived the battle, all of the bigger scorpions were dead, while the
smaller ones were wandering around aimlessly. None of those presented
much of a problem. Irina did have to destroy a few undead that still
lingered, and we also found assorted others...a few shriekers, a gang
of hook horrors, a couple of shambling mounds. Also a little dragon-
thing that could speak, and had been trapped in the place for a while.
It was actually fairly helpful, letting us know what lurked where and
also leading us to some scattered treasure in some of the rooms. It's
gone now - flew away once we got back to the desert surface.
Belphanior: Thanks for taking care of that.
Otto: Parekh ran the effort. I just brought some of our people, and also
some of Peyton's crew, along as ground support.
Belphanior: I see. What else was found down there?
Otto: Well, old Shattados had quite a haul piled in his throne room, or
whatever that big final chamber would be considered...tens of thousands
of coins of various metals, a bunch of nice gemstones, and a handful of
magical items. All of that was merged into the main stash that all of
you wizards have been keeping - a stash that now has a more permanent
home, by the way. The lower levels of the fortress-to-be are finally
taking shape, and one of them contains a vault. While it still lacks
the many floors and such that will one day rest atop it, it's at least
got four thick walls and a ceiling, and can be defended and guarded...
which some of the others have seen to.
Belphanior: (nods) Between the treasure hoards of Rary and Shattados,
plus what I contributed, we should have more than enough to get a new
kingdom going, at least for the short term, until it can generate its
own resources and revenue. (he thinks for a moment, then frowns) Of
course, if some of the others would realize this and contribute some
of their own funds, things might move a bit more quickly...you can lead
horses to water, but...
Otto: Yeah.
Belphanior: I suppose it's safe to say that the Bright Alliance could
well have ended back there in Shattados' buried palace, as they were
all helpless for a time after the scorpion-king's psychic attack. (he
exchanges glances with Otto)
Otto: That would certainly have been an opportunity for their enemies,
or for anyone opposed to the establishment of a new land and power in
the region. How fortunate, then, that the Bright Alliance did not
perish beneath the desert's surface.
Belphanior: Fortunate, indeed. (he pauses, thinking) I wonder when they
will next reconvene to discuss all of this.
Otto: Actually, I was asked to see if you'd be able to do it at midday
today. I know you're still recovering-
Belphanior: I'll be there.
Otto: (nods) Kind of figured you would.
Belphanior: I can't afford to miss it. There's a lot of work still to
be done, and- (he grunts painfully as he sits up) -I can't be delayed
by something as trivial as an injury.
Otto: Then this will help. (he hands the elf a flask full of potent
healing elixir) Compliments of Irina. (he doesn't mention that the
high priestess relayed strict orders for Belphanior to drink the potion
whether he got out of bed or not)
Belphanior: Thanks. (he quaffs the magical draught, tosses the bottle
aside, and slowly gets to his feet) Unh. Yeah, Shattados definitely
got in the last blow.
Otto: But not the best blow. He's a corpse now, while you and your
allies have the crown.
Belphanior: True.
Otto: Actually, Shattados' body was magically disintegrated by Kronos in
the moments after the lich woke up, two days ago. He said something
about needing to be sure.
Belphanior: (smiles grimly) I'd expect nothing less.
Otto: (nods) I'll let them know that you can be there.
A couple of hours later, as the sun was at its zenith in the sky above,
the Bright Alliance reconvened for the first time since the eventful
expedition to the buried ruins of Utaa and Shattados' palace. As before,
the group met within Pallin's magical iron fortress, which although its
location could vary, had rested in the same place for many weeks. At the
rate construction was progressing, there might well be an actual chamber
and castle walls in place before the end of the year.
Parekh: (arrives to find some seats around the table already occupied)
Ah, Belphanior! Are you feeling better?
Belphanior: (thinks of the victory beneath the sands, and the group's
acquisition of the Scorpion Crown) Definitely.
Momentarily, all of the others arrived and the group was complete...or
at least as complete as it was going to be.
Kronos: (staring silently at the one empty seat at their table)
Dexitheseus: (glances at the chair that had previously been occupied by
Cespedes, ever since all of their work in the Bright Desert had begun)
Parekh: There's no time to mince words, and no value in waiting. Let's
get to it.
Kronos: Indeed. I believe we all learned a valuable - and dangerous -
lesson in this last endeavor. Simply put, our best preparations may
not always be enough. Despite our power, we cannot anticipate, much
less defend against, every single type of attack.
Parekh: Agreed. (she frowns) Well, I think we'd all agree, but surely
you see my point.
Belphanior: (clears his throat) I do agree, but I would also remind you
that we won in the end.
Pallin: We did, but that could easily be described as a fluke.
Parekh: (nods) A couple of the group withstood the psionic attack, and
those plus a handful of warriors happened to win the day while the bulk
of us were unconscious. It doesn't sit well with me, for one.
Pallin: Nor me. As a reminder, I would mention that not all of us have
clones growing in secret tanks somewhere. Those are not easy to spawn
or maintain, or to transfer one's soul to in a dire event...and there
are serious risks. I cannot be the only one of this body who has long
avoided taking such chances.
Dexitheseus: You're not.
Parekh: One assumes that poor Cespedes did not take such measures.
Pallin: If he did, we likely wouldn't know yet.
Kronos: We need to find his lair, wherever in the world it may be. (he
begins thinking about methods of finding such a place)
Alindyar: Someone will also need to learn how to control both the golem
of adamant and the dwarf of iron. And assume responsibility for all of
the things that Cespedes was doing with the construction efforts here.
Parekh: We'll add all of that to the list. Anyhow, my point remains...
what happened was unacceptable.
Belphanior: May I make a well-reasoned counterpoint...one that you may
not like hearing?
Kronos: (frowns, his crimson eyes unreadable)
Parekh: Go ahead. This, after all, a place for intelligent debate.
Alindyar: If the eight of us cannot debate intelligently, then I would
posit that no one can.
Lyra: Agreed. (to Belphanior) Share your thoughts, please.
Belphanior: This may be a byproduct of focusing more on research and
study than frequent, challenging trips out into the world to battle
foes and gain power, but you people need to change your thinking.
Parekh: I beg your pardon?
Belphanior: (shaking his head) You won, but rather than enjoy the win
and all that it brings, you're upset because you didn't win exactly the
way you wanted. (he folds his arms) Yes, you didn't win the day - a
smaller subset of the group, composed of those who wield weapons rather
than magic - won the day. It's not the end of the world - in fact, if
anything it's the normal life of adventurers and dungeon-delvers across
the world. I've been doing it for over two decades. Sometimes wizards
turn the tide of a battle, other times it could be the warriors, even a
single thief with a well-placed attack on the right foe at the right
time. I've seen all of these outcomes and more. The point is, having
a wide variety of capabilities and the teamwork to use them effectively
toward the greater goal is a sign of a complete and well-functioning
team. I have people I trust completely, with my life...people I know
I can count on to work together and overcome problems...not only in the
best of times but also in the deepest and most dangerous situations. I
can tell you now, that's been one secret to my success - I don't rely
only on myself, my own powers and experience. I rely on the overall
team, with their various capabilities. (he looks around the room) And
maybe you need to do the same.
Wu: (thinking of his half-dozen elite ogre magi, who would have done the
same things the elf speaks of had they not been felled by the psionic
blast) With our own teams, of course.
Belphanior: Of course. And also within this group. (he looks around) I
might fall in a battle - and if I do, I know that Parekh or Alindyar or
Pallin or Kronos or another of this group will take up the fight and win
in the end. And you have to know that already, going into the battle...
not worry about it during the fighting. (he stops to catch his breath)
Alindyar: These are interesting insights.
Belphanior: We have potential here within this group. Vast potential.
Kronos: (thinking of the Scorpion Crown and what its removal and eventual
destruction could mean) Especially now.
Belphanior: So that's all I'm saying. Yes, we could have improved our
tactics, maybe hit the buried palace differently. So we learn from it
and we adapt - but we don't fuss and fret over what's in the past. We
move on and get stronger.
Wu: (nods) Stronger is good.
Parekh: (sighs) Your sentiments are well-intentioned, and I understand
your point. But I need to get past the "learn from it" part.
Kronos: It is simple. We never again venture to a dangerous site with
our full number.
Alindyar: Lyra and I concur. Having the entirety of our number beneath
the sands was a perilous move.
Pallin: The power and capabilities gave us an immense advantage, but the
risk, in retrospect, was too great.
Dexitheseus: Agreed.
Belphanior: Hell, I agree too. Next time we'll hold some of our forces
back, just in case. (he frowns) But can we agree that there won't _be_
a next time, not one like that, because now we have the crown?
Kronos: I would agree. Let us discuss the crown now. Parekh?
Parekh: (gently forced to stop fussing since she's the one who knows the
details and disposition of the evil artifact, thanks to being recently
briefed again by Neera) Very well. Slaying the ancient king Shattados
did not lift the curse - that's important to know. And if another was
stupid enough to put the crown on his or her head, their subjects and
such would suffer the same vile transformation that befell the people
of Sulm more than two thousand years ago.
Alindyar: That would be unfortunate.
Dexitheseus: I never even got to lay eyes on the thing.
Lyra: You didn't miss much.
Belphanior: For those who didn't see it, or didn't get a good look at
it, the thing is a crown of black iron shaped like a scorpion, the legs
forming the headband and reaching down the sides of the head, and the
tail-stinger arcing up from the back and over the top. Of course, for
now it's secured inside the same thick, leaden chest that I've used to
safely hold the anti-magic sphere for all these years.
Alindyar: Aye. The dangers of keeping it in my pocket dimension were too
great. The crown _wants_ to escape, and to be worn again...and it was
crying out for help. Loudly. (he frowns) There is no telling what
extra- or inter-dimensional beings might have eventually heard such a
cry, had it been allowed to continue for long.
Kronos: So it's locked in a place where its powers won't function, much
less attract attention.
Alindyar: Aye, thanks to friend Belphanior and that strange, unique piece
of rock.
Belphanior: (wondering if the dark elf remembers that the sphere may in
fact be the inert egg of the believed-extinct grey dragon species)
Dexitheseus: I have another question. If others in the world learn that
we liberated the Scorpion Crown, might they come in search of its power?
Parekh: That is highly likely. Which is why we need to get the thing to
the Hellfurnaces as soon as possible, and see it destroyed once and for
all. Doing so will end the curse that ails this region, which should
then pave the way for a number of things to happen.
Kronos: (his red eyes glowing) I suggest that we waste no time, then.
next: the quest gets underway
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released: 11/22/2024
notes: As I've said a hundred times before, and will likely say a
hundred times more as long as I'm writing these stories, I can't stand
when loose ends really pile up. So this episode had a dual mission
statement: first, advance the plot (out of the buried palace and back
into "normal" above-ground life in the Bright Desert) and second, list
loose ends and questions from this and other arcs and sub-arcs and then
resolve as many of them as possible.
About the upcoming mission to destroy the crown: don't expect a big,
complicated story arc. This isn't Lord of the Rings. These extremely
powerful archmagi should have very little trouble getting the thing to
(over) the Hellfurnaces and tossing it in. Not to make light of the
destruction of an artifact, but this one really doesn't have to be long
and drawn-out.
After that important business is done, don't be surprised if I do a
fast-forward of a few months to show progress on the various initiatives
in the Bright Desert region. It's not me being lazy (although I can be
at times) but more me not seeing the need to show every single detail,
particularly from the characters' points of view.
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