Gefangnis
2005-12-14, 03:09 PM
The stout dwarf paladin panted as he first glimpsed the sharp towers of the castle that so much resembled hands clawing at the clouds. He lowered his axe and turned to the elf beside him.
"Tyra, will you scout ahead? I don't like this place."
The ranger nodded, slung her bow, and set off in the snow. Minutes later, she returned. "There's nothing, Dracus. The gates are as empty as this barren wasteland."
A half-orc let out a grunt from the back of the party. "Can we be getting going?"
"Patience, Urkar. We'll not slay this witch with impatience," The paladin counciled. As they drew closer to the castle, black as obsidian - it probably was obsidian - on the white snow, the party drew their cloaks around them - and not from the cold.
They plodded up to the metal gates. It looked empty, except... there was something, sitting slumped to the right of the magnificent entryway.
It was a bear. It's fur may once had been white, but was now mottled and yellow. It sat on its haunches, and raised its head to look at them with milky white eyes.
It's fogged windows allowed a view to the soul that cut deeper to the hearts of the adventurers gazing into them than any sword ever could. Inside those eyes swirled a maelstrom of sorrow and pain.
And then, suprisingly, it spoke.
"You want to see the mistress?" Its voice was low and gravelly, and the weakness of the sound coming from such a brute was oxymoronic.
The paladin tentatively replied. "Yes, please."
The bear turned, lifted a paw, and the grates swung open. It rolled over onto four legs and plodded into the darkness.
The paladin looked around at his group tentatively, looking for courage, for he had none left.
Together, the group followed Malketh the Slave into the labrynth - and to their death/
Malketh was a human once. He was an adventurer, a member of a group fighting for good in the world. He was also a druid, animal lover and nature warrior. His party was on a regular adventure, an attack on the Ice Tyrant Siltha. He was the only one that lived.
It was a pitched battle. After disposing of the team leader with a quick disintegrate spell, and after her second in command, a fearsome barbarian dealt with the party spellcaster; after the rest of his party was dead and gone, he leapt at the witch in polar bear form.
She sidestepped, and had the chance to kill him, but she didn't. Instead, she cursed him, and took control of his mind.
His curse was to stay in wild shape permanently. In addition, she permanized a telepathic bond spell between her and him, and daily casts dominate person.
Since then, years have passed, and he has served as a guard for the front door. He is instructed to greet adventurers, and then lead them into a trap.
Malketh looks like a normal polar bear, except that he looks and sounds sickly and disgusting.
Malketh could be adapted as the guard for any wicked witch or wizard.
"Tyra, will you scout ahead? I don't like this place."
The ranger nodded, slung her bow, and set off in the snow. Minutes later, she returned. "There's nothing, Dracus. The gates are as empty as this barren wasteland."
A half-orc let out a grunt from the back of the party. "Can we be getting going?"
"Patience, Urkar. We'll not slay this witch with impatience," The paladin counciled. As they drew closer to the castle, black as obsidian - it probably was obsidian - on the white snow, the party drew their cloaks around them - and not from the cold.
They plodded up to the metal gates. It looked empty, except... there was something, sitting slumped to the right of the magnificent entryway.
It was a bear. It's fur may once had been white, but was now mottled and yellow. It sat on its haunches, and raised its head to look at them with milky white eyes.
It's fogged windows allowed a view to the soul that cut deeper to the hearts of the adventurers gazing into them than any sword ever could. Inside those eyes swirled a maelstrom of sorrow and pain.
And then, suprisingly, it spoke.
"You want to see the mistress?" Its voice was low and gravelly, and the weakness of the sound coming from such a brute was oxymoronic.
The paladin tentatively replied. "Yes, please."
The bear turned, lifted a paw, and the grates swung open. It rolled over onto four legs and plodded into the darkness.
The paladin looked around at his group tentatively, looking for courage, for he had none left.
Together, the group followed Malketh the Slave into the labrynth - and to their death/
Malketh was a human once. He was an adventurer, a member of a group fighting for good in the world. He was also a druid, animal lover and nature warrior. His party was on a regular adventure, an attack on the Ice Tyrant Siltha. He was the only one that lived.
It was a pitched battle. After disposing of the team leader with a quick disintegrate spell, and after her second in command, a fearsome barbarian dealt with the party spellcaster; after the rest of his party was dead and gone, he leapt at the witch in polar bear form.
She sidestepped, and had the chance to kill him, but she didn't. Instead, she cursed him, and took control of his mind.
His curse was to stay in wild shape permanently. In addition, she permanized a telepathic bond spell between her and him, and daily casts dominate person.
Since then, years have passed, and he has served as a guard for the front door. He is instructed to greet adventurers, and then lead them into a trap.
Malketh looks like a normal polar bear, except that he looks and sounds sickly and disgusting.
Malketh could be adapted as the guard for any wicked witch or wizard.