Horrors of Gondor


Glenn moved slowly into the room. Vaulted ceilings, pillars around the walls, some fallen and broken into pieces on the floor. In the center of it all the statue of the Sea God Markium stretched to the ceiling. On the Dais before the God lay Lady Gilwens dagger. Taken by the pirates during their sea battle. Glenn reached out and removed the dagger leaving in its place a Dwarven made cutlass blank.“I take this to return to it’s rightful owner Markium” he whispered. As he turned to leave a roaring grew from the wall behind the Sea god Seawater burst forth in a torrent nearly knocking Glenn to his knees. The only door from the room closed and from the deluge lunged Sea Elf servants of Markium mounted on strange Seahorses. It was over quickly hampered by the rushing water and unable to avoid his opponents attacks Glenn was quickly overwhelmed as a trident drove deeply into his side he slipped under the rising water as his life flashed before his eyes. He felt strangely at peace wondering at how little he had accomplished. His life now appeared to be random the only constant thread a search for magical knowledge that seemed so insignificant now. It was as the darkness closed in for the last time that he felt the power surround him. Heard the voice in his head. Your companion speaks well of you and asks for your life, would you serve me? Never before had Glenn felt such a power as Markium poured into him now. A sense of purpose filled him as if that for which he had searched all his life had been placed into his hands. The presence receded as he choked up that water that filled his lungs. Remaining just a small anchor in the corner of his consciousness.


They were running now, Glenn felt the damp air burning his lungs as his sprinted for the corner of the stable behind his companions. His Illusion had worked. The image of a pirate crying “they’re getting away!” and pointing out behind the manor house had drawn off the pirates searching for them. Now for reasons he didn’t quite understand they were running the wrong way. This was their chance to escape the pirates stronghold. There were horses in the barn, the way was clear and yet they ran farther into the complex not out. He understood that they had come to find the girl but this was over their heads. The witch and her consorts had nearly killed them all back at the stable. Now having barely caught their breaths they ran for the manor house as the search continued in the distance. Through the main doors their luck held for a moment until they stumbled into the dining hall. Gedron the pirate leader was there with Ignar and Euldon his lieutenants and a fair half dozen pirates. They fought well for a time but slowly the odds wore them down. The Paladin fell first then the Cleric and the Ranger disappeared, had they withdrawn? Had he missed the signal to retreat? No matter now it was past time to leave. Too late! Blows rained down driving him to the floor as blackness fell around him he saw the rogue fall. Suddenly a commotion from the dining hall, someone was attacking the pirates from the rear! Glenn crawled to the rogue pouring his last healing potion into him and then dragging him to the door. Pushing outside they ran again on the last of their strength headed for the door of another of the complex’s towers they burst through into a granary of sorts. No matter, they ran up the stairs to the upper levels seeking a way out. Up two floors and out a window across a section of wall to the next tower with the rogue half carrying him they made their escape down the exterior wall.


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