Skirting around the edge of the ghost-infested market place, we ended into the temple housing Mistress Ulvaine (or whatever her name is). The entrance was grandiose, and the minions at the door were uppity, but we bore our way in (without killing anyone strangely) and got an audience with the Mistress. She wasn't that interested in just handing over the treaty document we came all this way for, but said she would do so if we killed the vampire drow dude and gave her the sword (this being the same evil sword that whatshername that hired us wanted). After been given some money, we agreed, even though we fully expect to be killed if we turned back up.
Anyways, we were given instruction that in a nearby building would be someone we could talk to, his second in command named Laverne or something. It was an interesting building with gossamer spider-silk hanging curtains and undead drow. They weren't really worth bothering with, but the Laverne woman herself, the two wraiths and the ghosts (or maybe two ghosts and a wraith, still can't keep them straight) were a harder fight. (Not to mention the extra minions stored behind a secret door.) A real beat down of a fight, with more domination of people (I was barely dominated this time), and there was much talk of killing her when we were supposed to be talking to her.
She was rather ungrateful. We bet her unconscious, and then brought her back to consciousness, but all she did was teleport away then jump through a portal. We are presuming that the portal leads to the big bad vampire drow dude, and although we were rather drained of more powerful abilities, we paused long enough to draw breath, then prepared to jump through before he could have more preparation time...
[END]
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
The Chronicles of Risan: Part the Twenty-Fifth
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