Lil Colbauth

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THE ESCAPE
by Metron

For many weeks, the ghost of Metron Vileson, High Priest of Loki, had been haunting the wreckage of the Gallant Prince in Port Llast. Many valliant adventurers, commissioned by the Harbor Master, had attempted to investigate the ship, but were often assaulted by a trio of Medusa and the Ghost. The Ghost, was furious, furious at the drow which had cost it it's material form. It still remembered that night, when Stileto and Atlantus lead him onto the ship and cleverly ambushed him. He was fortunate to escape by the fool Atlantus' miscast Magic Missile. Escape into death, that is, for it was an escape. He watched from above the room as Stileto punished the young Atlantus for killing Metron, when Shael had specifically requested him to be brought to her alive. He watched as the priestess reduced his body to the size of a doll, and stormed out of the ship. Try as he might, the Ghost was unable to pass beyond the boundry of the ship. Many weeks of raging around the ship passed. Gradually, it's rage subsided and it began to contact various creatures it knew in life. Most by this time knew of it's misfortune and were only too glad to see him rot for all eternity in that ship...but eventually one responded to his call. Saint Martin of the Fields. Taking pity on the Ghost, he bravely entered confines of the ship, and called the Ghost to him. Pleading for release, the Saint agreed to carry the restless spirit out of the ship protected inside the shell of his own body. At last, the time for freedom had arrived. The Ghost screamed in delight at he ripped out of the Saints body and made haste towards Neverwinter and those who had betrayed it. Shaking his head, Saint Martin hurried in the opposite direction towards Lusken and his own mission.

Passing through the forest South of Port Llast, the Ghost heard the sounds of battle and could feel the life forces contained in the earthly shells beyond. Drawn by the life forces, he stumbled onto the main road, where a pack of Rats of Unusual Size and Boars were attacking a small band of...DROW! Looking within, the Ghost realized he knew these drow...Stileto! It was her. With her were the Priestess Sarabian and one other young priestess, and across the road was a human adventurer wearing the pelt of a wolf around its shoulder, struggling with three of the beasts. Screaming in rage, the Ghost flung itself into the battle. Glancing up, the Yathrin Stileto recognized the Ghost and gave a brief smile. After all, what harm could a spirit do to a Priestess. Suddennly, her smile froze on her face. Unknown to the Yathrin and her companions, the powers of he who was Metron were even greater in death than in life.

All three of the drow and the human were frozen stiff by a powerful Hold spell. Giggling insanely, the Ghost unleashed it's powers on the creatures of the forest which were attacking the group, killing, paralyzing, or scaring off the remainder of the creatures. Now was the time of it's vengeance. Ignoring the Yathrin Sarabian as she was being mauled by a stray Boar, he set his sights on Stileto and began to torture her in the same manner he had been tortured....but suddenly he stopped. A voice hard as stone and as cold as the grave from which it came sounded through the battleground. "Enough!", it said. "You know me spirit, I am Shael, leader of the Drow in Neverwinter. You will surrender yourself to my priestess this instant, or your body which you seek will be destroyed! Yesss...I know of your search. I have your body right here!" Appearing in the center of the road was a black hand, and in it's grasp, the shrunken corpse of Metron. Bowing it's head in defeat, the Ghost released it's Hold on the priestess's. "I surrennderr.", it moaned. Smiling wickedly, Yathrin Sarabian reached into her pack and took out an ornate bottle. "It was so nice of you to drop in. We were just looking for you. Now be a good little spirit and hold still...." Uttering a word Sarabian pointed the bottle toward the spirit. Moaning its despair, the Ghost of he who was Metron found itself sucked into the magical confines of the bottle, a place from which it could not escape, until the time that Shael decides that Metron Vileson, Master of Assassin's of House Baenre and High Priest of Loki should have served his punishment for his unknown crime.



TOL MEMBERSHIP ROSTER

Since so many of you asked for an updated membership roster, Shael has given it to me for distribution. This roster is effective as of 3/13/94.

1st House Baenre
  • *Shael (Matron)
  • Flaeme
  • Uthegentel (Patron/Weapons Master)
  • Elamshin (Elderboy)
  • Tsabrak (Secondboy) [System probs; back in April]
  • Istorvir
  • Yazlin(2/20)


2nd House Faen Tlabbar
  • *St1leto (Matron)
  • Mynara (Seeress)
  • Dhael (1st Daughter)
  • Jhaelryna
  • Xev
  • Morguellor
  • Zun Tzu
  • Kantis Kan


3rd House Lylyl
  • Innelda (Interim Matron)
  • B1adenker
  • Sorn Luen (Patron)
  • Zorak (ElderSon, House Wizard)
  • Zaknafeinn
  • ZYXOS


4th House Auvryndar
  • *Xyrissa
  • Shadotyger
  • Moriquendi
  • Pei oh Pah
  • HELLRASER
  • Drizul


PROBATIONARY: Firebearer, Krenaste, Chaszmyr, XAR14, Mystrial, Maihem, Malkith, Sholenia, Deathcrier, Dalael, Torrellan, Drackard, Sacarin, GONTANAKA, Monsalmier(f:MnstrSlayr), DarkSmoke1, JBegley, Talisin, DarkPyr, Tlu Elghin

AGENTS: Gimkur (Duergar), Stonehefer (Duergar)



GOSSIP CORNER

  • What's up with the recently released paladins? Seems that the rank and file of the TOL are still confused as to what went on. Perhaps the Matrons should keep their members informed better...or leashed more closely.

  • The House of Lylyl has suffered yet another setback. Not only has Ilharess Kiresti left, but so has Sarabian. ST1LETO left to take over the second House. Just coincidence that the most powerful House is now so weakened? Or is it just effective political maneuvering by its enemies?

  • Rumours of a traitor within the TOL are beginning to circulate. Perhaps there will be a new drider soon!

  • Shael gave everyone a thrill at the last meeting, as she gave the ever-insolent Zorak a close up view of her ceremonial dagger. Watch those fingers Zorak!!!

  • A certain male was rather uppity at the last meeting...and I know what you are thinking...but it was not Zorak (surprise!). Bets were being placed on whether or not he would have more legs upon leaving the meeting than when he entered. What's wrong with males today? Perhaps the Yathrin have been too lenient with their whips!



    QUOTE OF THE WEEK

    "Good...bad....I'm the guy with the gun"
    - Ash, to Evil Ash
    - Army of Darkness

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