[Taocow PBEM] Chapter XIX - Rath-Iren

Aaron Clausen mightymartianca at gmail.com
Tue Sep 15 22:29:46 BST 2009

> > [GM]
> > The reddish light becomes clearer.  It seems to be another
> > chamber at the end of this passage, or is it?  There is a
> > carved arch, and faint traces a bluish shimmering.  Whenever
> > the ground slightly shakes, the shimmer seems to become
> > brighter.
> >
> > Beyond is a wasteland, a sea of red sand dunes.  The sky is
> > dull red, and dominated by a massive sun, at least five or six
> > times as big as the normal sun.  The smell of sulfur is
> > stronger.
> > [/GM]

> [Ted]
> Ted recognizes the scene before him. "This is it," he realizes
> aloud as a grave determination settles over his features. He
> turns to the others. "I hope you are all ready for this."
> [/Ted]

> [Talas]
> Talas sheaths the Wakizashi but keeps the Katana out. Once
> the Party stops moving Talas will stop right behind the Lady
> Frost impostor. Then griping the Katana with both hands performs
> a 'Chi Death Blow' aimed for Frosts neck, in an attempt to
> decapitate her in a single blow. [Strike: 6]
> [/Talas]

Though not a memorably skillful blow, Lady Frost (or whoever she
is) seems more intent on what lies ahead, and too late tries to
leap out of the way [Dodge: 5].  Talas's blade strikes her in the
collar bone [Damage: 56MD].  Despite her megadamage body,
the blow cuts cleanly through, severing the head and part of a

> [Talas]
> Talas will then announce that "This is not 'Lady Frost', and this
> place is the Daemon dimension 'Hades' we must head back
> now or we will all die hear." Talas will then wait to see how the
> others react.
> [/Talas]

"Head back and and a bunch of blue freaks are waiting." Carlos
shouts.  He begins quickly looking around for any other
possible exit.

Lady Frost's body is now gushing pale blood, seemingly
confirming Talas's claim.  A shadow begins to waft up from it,
and then, in an instant, the K'murd-faka stands there.  His body
now seems oddly misshapen, the chest not quite sitting properly
on the torso, the head and left should a little too to the front,
making the demon seem more like a badly stitched rag doll
than anything else.

The demon, with terrifying speed, raises a hand and Talas goes
flying backwards, hitting the wall with a loud thump.

"Now, Queller," the demon says, "here's our rematch."  A massive
black sword appears in its hands.  Even as that occurs, the floor
of the passage begins collapsing bit by bit, forcing everyone closer
to the Demon and what Talas had named Hades.

Aaron Clausen
mightymartianca at gmail.com

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