The Hero Waterdeep Deserves

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epetrow
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The Hero Waterdeep Deserves

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He sighed as he donned the pieces of the heavy armor, The Cuirass of the Knight giving off a greenish tinged metallic glow in the magical lights of his underground lair. The cuirass and gauntlets would make it difficult to cast spells with somatic components but that was part of the disguise, the old gnome thought listening to the whirl of his twin clockwork hornets wings.

The time had come, he reassured himself, the plague rats were limiting the effectiveness of the guild by striking at its weaknesses brought about by its public persona. The Knight would have no public persona. The darkness and anonymity would be his shield. He clasped the jade Shroud of the Knight around his neck and slipped on the symbolic cowl of his office and headed towards the secret exit.

He headed into the night, south first and then west towards the docks, a circuitous route but again a reasonable precaution. The emerald and black armored figure patrolled conspicuously through the docks his masked head swiveling,watching the shadows, awaiting the inevitable.

One came out of the alleyway at him, its sword clashing against the Knights upraised shield. His response was quick, the whistling of the axe combined with the buzzing of the hornets coming to his aid. A second and then a third Plague Rat materialized out of the shadows to join the fray. Three, now was a time to test his theory, his mind grasped the simple enchantment that he had studied earlier. He spoke the arcane words without gesturing, gestures were not needed. He placed his axe in the loop at his belt a drew one of his acid creations from the pouch next to it with an agility that was magically enhanced before his patrol began. He spared a quick glance at the adversary furthest away down the narrow alley. His vision to the target was brought into sharp focus by the enchantment he just cast. The shot would be immeasurably easier with the enchantment, child's play really. Stepping clear of another attack, he flung the flask unerringly into the priestess' face as she began to chant words of a summoning spell.

Her face showed brief surprise, then pain and then it was gone. The flesh of her face sliding off her skull like super heated candle wax. A sickly yellow-green mist arose from the impact obscuring the ruined figure of the tailed humanoid and quickly expanding to surround the combatants as two more rats joined the fray from the nooks of the alleyway.

The Knight grinned behind his mask as the acid in the cloud began to eat tiny holes in the Rats exposed flesh but was resisted by the protections around his hornets and his own flesh. Soon the work of the cloud and ax and stinger put the battle to a grisly end. Once the cloud dissipated, the Knight used the blunt end of his axe to nail a piece of parchment to the walls of the alleyway above the half melted corpses of the 5 plague rats.

NOTICE:
Your reign of terror on the docks is at an end. I am justice for the people of the ward. No longer will your deeds go unpunished. The Knight has returned and you have been warned.
Current NWN1 PCs: Cyrus Thelvair, Castien Miracaryn, Yargrim Goldbrew.

"Bring out your dead!"
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Re: The Hero Waterdeep Deserves

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:yeah: :D
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something

It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
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