Forgotten Freedom:12
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(The bank job has gone down without a hitch, now they all stand within the Vault, before Sa'vor floats a black gauntlet, a red symbol glows upon its palm and its armored plates are lined with platinum)
Sa'vor: Okay, we'll begin to load all the gold
(The crew stands still )
Naz'roth: Oh crap, they've got ninjas with exorcism gear!!! Sa'vor: That means we're screwed right? Naz'roth: Yes, if I was possessing you Sa'vor: But won't this exorcism stuff really really hurt? Naz'roth: Yes, and if we're unlucky we'll both wind up in that crystal prison I was trapped in and fuse into one being Sa'vor: oh !!!!! )
Sa'vor: you guys are going to betray me right?
(The rest of the crew nods)
Sa'vor: Damn, I really liked you guys as well, you were evil after my own heart, but I suppose I’m going to end up being beaten, since that keel's proberly got a lock on me with his nuke spell. ah well, looks like its plan B.
Sa'vor raises his arm and the thundering voice of Naz'roth calls out of his mouth in demonic:
Arise my minions,
Breath the air of Eberron once more,
Break your bonds with Khyber our master and prison,
Bring with you the fires of damnation,
March apron the surface as the raging fires,
Arise from your fell graves!
ARISE!
The very ground cracks and splinters, from rises Fiends of all types, Undead bolster their ranks, their forms encased in ancient black armour, swords of black flame in their hands)
Naz'roth : I was hoping to leave you all alive, as my brothers in arms, to rule this plane, but now since you're so intent on stopping me I’ll have to kill you all !
Sa'vor's form becomes more muscular, his skin turns black and violet fire emits from his eyes, black scaly wings stretch from his back, his hands become claws, his fangs elongate, his face turns from its once handsome form to feral and bestial, he grows to be almost eight feet tall. Black armour like that of all his deamons with a huge ruby in the center, his draconic nature shows more than ever.
Naz'roth : Behold my true form, Naz'roth of black, Naz'roth of all colors, when merged with Sa'vor I have emulated his draconic side, now enhancing it beyond all draconic power, I am one, I am many! ( many colored scales now cover his arms)
The battle now begins, the crew charges forward, recalling the tougher members of the crew to increase their numbers, the captain moves faster than ever seen, his blade slaying many a demonic foe, Dooj's club crushes many a skull beneath its might.
The Ninjas and Sa'vor/ Naz'roth duke it out, blasts of arcane and divine magic cutting down many of the Ninjas before they attack, Naz'roth's dual kamas strike against all foes that come near in a whirlwind of destruction.
Dooj: How can we beat that?
Jarlot: Hopefully we can get to the gauntlet first, that Ninja goblin could come in useful (hacks down a demon) it feels weird to be sober though, (skewers another) like tingling in my veins.
Dooj: Well, that's the lack of drink talking (parries undeads blow)
Small explosion and Pholly falls into the vault from the ceiling.
Devon: (is lying prone in a corner, having cut his own finger with his sword) I thought you were dead?
Pholly: (pulls himself to his feet) No, not yet, but I finally made alchemist's fire! again
The crew and demons stop fighting and back away
Pholly drops the vial
Sa'vor: Oh ****!
Huge explosion knocking everyone off their feet and slaying many demons
The gauntlet lands in Sa'vor's lap
Naz'roth : Finally!
Puts on the gauntlet)
Naz'roth : ( begins incantation) Wait, ( looks at the label) " made in Sarlona". this isn’t the real gauntlet, its a fake! There was no gauntlet here!!
Dooj: Wait, did we do that?
Kithle: No, obviously someone has already stole the gauntlet, but who?
Devon: Ow, my finger, it bleeds, MEDIC!
Naz'roth : ALL OF THIS WAS FOR NOTHING !!! ALL THAT PLANNING, YEARS AND YEARS OF IT AND THEY MADE A REPLICA OF THE GAUNTLET OF NAZ'ROTH!!!, THOSE SARLONANS WILL PAY DEARLY FOR THIER THEFT, I SHALL GAIN WHAT IS MINE( all the demons and undead remaining vanish in a puff of black smoke)
Sa'vor: Captain Jarlot, you have been a worthy adversary, as have you all, I look forwards to the next time we meet (bows and vanishes)
Kantash: Do you think he has a chance against the Sarlonans?
Jarlot: Maybe.
Kithle: Wait a second, that dregon (demon/dragon) is going on a bloody rampage through Sarlona. Sarlona makes things out of jewels, SWAG HO. What are we waiting for? Let's go! I bet he leaves tons of stuff in his wake. Load the platinum, jewels and items first, then the gold. We don't have room for all of it.
The ship lurches out of the ruined bank loaded with enough swag to make Michael happy despite the massive beating from Lisa, and giving rise to the next character in this comedy of disaster.
????: Oi my back.
Dooj: Who’s there?
????: Over here in the ring.
dooj: Which one of you spell casters is messin with my head I ain't drunk yet.
????: No, it's me, the elemental, you hang around this ship long enough anything'll happen.
dooj: When did you start talking?
????: Just now you wouldn't believe how much this haul weighs.
Dooj: Do you remember that incident with the dinosaur herding?
????: Yeah that was fun, nothing beats singeing those big lizards across the neck. Not now, Slip, I’m having a conversation.
Dooj: I'm gonna get drunk now.
????: Have fun.
Narrator: After another heroic adventure in saving Eberron and getting loads of swag, the crew continues on their epic journey of destruction and drinking,
Jarlot: Thats not ALL we do, we have other interests.
Narrator: Name one.
Jarlot: Errrr...... Women!
Narrator: Dear lord, Adventurers are always so picky.
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