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+ THE ADVENTURERS +
+ Epic III +
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+ right 1991-6 by Thomas Miller. Any resemblance to any persons +
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+ Peldor 20th level human thief (N) +
+ Tanya 5th/11th level female human fighter/thief (N) +
+ Deborah, captain of the Despotrix' guardswomen (CG) +
+ Christina, a guardswoman (NG) +
+ Ellie, a guardswoman (LG) +
+ Monique, a guardswoman (N) +
+ Sarah, a guardswoman (CN) +
+ Virginia, a guardswoman (LN) +
+ Date: 5/5/576 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: midafternoon +
+ Place: near the northern edge of the Suss Forest +
+ Climate: mild +
+ "You don't care whether you live or die, right?" +
+ "Of course we do. It's in the manner of living - and of +
+ dying - that one finds relevance." +
+ - from _The Killer Elite_ +
CDXLV. Death from the Skies
While skirting the dangerous reaches of the Suss Forest, the not-
so-merry band has just been attacked by manticores...
Deborah: (curses as a fired tail-spike nails her horse in the eye)
Dammit! To arms, everyone!
Deborah's horse: (shrieking in agony, it bucks, hurling its rider
from the saddle)
Deborah: (flung to the ground, hard) Ungh!
guardswomen: (form a protective ring around their fallen commander,
These manticores were even more fearsome than Peldor remembered
from his last fight with such things. Fully as tall as a man at the
shoulder, they were a good fifteen feet long, with the bodies of
huge lions, the wings of giant bats, and the heads of wild, bearded
humans. Even the guardswomen, veterans that they were, were taken
aback by the terrible beasts.
manticore#2: (fires its tail-spikes at the conveniently-grouped
guardswomen, hitting several of them) Graahahah!
Monique: (nicked by a spike, she ignores the cut across her bicep)
Christina: (hit in the upper leg) Argh!
Sarah: (hit in the shoulder, a grazing wound, really) Ow.
manticore#1: Rrar. (it prepares to fire its own tail spikes)
Peldor: (takes the offensive, TK-ing a nearby log into the air)
manticore#1: Grnh? (it gets hit by the jagged, splinter-filled end
of the log) Graargh!
Peldor: Chew on that, ugly.
manticore#1: Arrrgh! (wobbling in the air, it fires several tail-
spikes blindly, the deadly projectiles imbedding themselves in the
ground around Peldor)
Tanya: Good move! (she swings at the second of the monnsters as it
sails by, but misses, due to the creature's agility) Hell! We've
got to find a way to ground them!
Sarah: No problem. (she lashes out, her whip snaring the third of
the hideous foes by one of its rear legs) Hah! (pulling mightily,
she tries to drag the thing down to earth)
manticore#3: (flaps its wings, and rises, taking the determined
Sarah with it) Graar!
Ellie: Take heart, good Sarah. (she fires an arrow, hitting the
manticore at the base of one wing)
manticore#3: (grunts as the pain of the wound immediately begins
to impair its flying ability) Grrrrg!
Ellie: (nocks another arrow)
Tanya: Nice shot.
Ellie: Sheaf arrows...for superior penetrating power.
Ellie: (hits the manticore in the wing with her second arrow)
Sarah: (rising, she clings to her whip's handle as the manticore
dips in the air) Help!
Virginia: (moves to help Sarah, as she and the third manticore
slowly fall from the sky) Hang on!
However, these manticores were an experienced bunch, well-used to
hunting and fighting together. The second manticore sensed an opening
manticore#2: (fires its volley of tail-spikes, hitting Virginia, whose
back is turned, with four of the deadly, iron-hard missiles)
Virginia: Arrrgh! (she falls, bleeding from several terrible wounds)
Monique: No! (furious, she leaps at the second manticore, grabbing
one of its forelegs) Get down here, you!
manticore#2: Graar? (it growls in irritation, preparing to rip this
gnat's throat out with its teeth)
Monique: Die! (she buries her battle-axe in the beast's face)
manticore#2: (howls in agony) AAAARGH! (flinging the warrior-woman
away, it plummets to the ground)
Christina: (right there waiting, she plies her longsword upon the
fallen monster) Bastard!
Meanwhile, Sarah was busy stabbing at the third manticore as she
dangled from her whip's hold on its rear leg, and it sunk from the
Sarah: (stabbing wildly, she slashes the monster's hindquarter to
ribbons) Fall, monster!
manticore#3: Raargh! (sinking to the ground, it quickly finds itself
within reach of the others)
Ellie: (lops one of the creature's ears off, along with a sizable
chunk of its face) That's for Virginia!
Tanya: (to Peldor) The first one's still up there.
Peldor: Not for long. (he TKs a small boulder up into the air, like
manticore#1: (shrieks as the missile smashes through its wing, bones
snapping with the impact) Arrrgh!
Tanya: (readies her sword, as the thing falls to the ground)
Peldor: (regards the bloody body of Virginia for a moment) Damn it!
(rather angry, he leaps upon the back of the manticore)
manticore#1: (still groggy with pain) Grr?
Peldor: You bastard. (he stabs the thing, right in the back of its
neck, between spine and skull)
manticore#1: (dies instantly)
Peldor: (hops off, spitting on the corpse contemptuously)
Tanya: A well-placed strike...where'd you learn that one?
Peldor: Org taught me.
The other manticores were just about finished; Monique and Christina
were slicing the second one to pulp, while Sarah and Ellie had slain
the third monster.
Sarah: (re-coils her whip, after wiping the blood from it) Ugh. A
Ellie: (dashes over to check on Virginia)
Christina: (deals the second manticore its death-blow) A deserved
fate if there ever was one...
Monique: (glares at the carcass) Fucking monster.
Peldor: (to Tanya, in a low tone) Wonder why Deborah didn't help us
Momentarily, they learned the reason why: the guard-captain had
suffered a broken leg in the fall, and was sitting on the ground,
wincing in pain as a chunk of bone protruded from her leggings and
Deborah: Argh. Damn monsters...cost us a horse, and a leg.
Christina: Better than an arm and a leg, no?
Ellie: (approaches, sheathing her sword) This is no time for jokes.
Deborah: No...oh, no...
Monique: Shit. (she swings her axe in rage, shattering a small, dead
Sarah: Oh, hell. (she looks away sadly)
Peldor: (checking the body) Maybe a healing salve, or a potion...
Tanya: (rests a hand upon his shoulder, gently) She's gone.
Deborah: (shakes her head)
Not much was said as they dug a grave and buried their companion,
covering the loose earth with rocks to keep the vermin away. The
manticores were simply dragged into a pile and left, as they were
much more deserving of predators. Afterward, Deborah's injured leg
was splinted - Ellie was knowledgeable in such matters - and Peldor
gave her his horse to ride.
Peldor: I'll double up with Tanya until we get to a town or city.
Deborah: My thanks...and good fighting back there. I may not like
you, but you helped us out back there.
Monique: Proved yourself in battle. You've earned my respect.
Christina: (nods, as do Ellie and even the quiet Sarah)
Peldor: I'd rather have Virginia back, all the same. Hell.
Deborah: I'm sad and upset, too - I don't like losing a soldier and
friend - but we must continue onward.
Tanya: (shaking her head) I'm so sorry...
Deborah: It's not your fault. Don't worry about it.
next: back to Belphanior for a while
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notes: Miscellaneous updates on various topics: _The Island
of Dr. Moreau_ was pretty entertaining, if not a classic. But
_The Crow: City of Angels_ completely sucked.
Kudos to Image Comics for getting rid of Rob Liefield, who may
be a hot young artist but by all accounts is also unprofessional
R.I.P. Mark Gruenwald, recently dead of a heart attack at age
43. Mark wrote a shitload of comics for Marvel, mostly, in the
70s, 80s, and 90s. He was one of those guys who silently wrote
high-quality, entertaining runs for a number of titles, primarily
the Avengers. He took the Squadron Supreme, which started as a
parody of DC's Justice League, and made them into interesting
characters in their own right. But that was just one of his many
accomplishments. Mark will be missed.
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