Cut Scenes: 1

What happens when the allotted time for the session ends in the middle of a climactic scene?

This does:

“Hey, open the door Fate,” Sinii looked up at his fried who had just descended down the hidden stairwell from the trapdoor that was under the mounds of coin.

“إزالة نفسك من طريقي ، تافهة الروث آكلى لحوم البشر,” came the response. Sinii turned and saw his friend’s body, but it apparently wasn’t Cleric of Maal that the dwarf had come to know speaking.

“What?”

“وسوف يدمر لكم جميعا!”

Sinii looked up at the possessed cleric with a dumbfounded look. It wasn’t enough to have lost his beard and Mohawk to the acidic water in the cavern that the huge onyx colored dragon had made home, but now the magic in that damned sword the cleric carried seemed to have taken over his body! Fate wasn’t himself and the dwarf knew it.

“Back up, brother,” Sinii growled, preparing the great axe to bear down on the armored Maalite. “You don’t want to go visit him sooner than you had expected, do you?” Fate didn’t seem to take notice of the axe or the threat of sending the cleric prematurely to his god.

“لا يمكنك فهم القوة التي عقدت داخل. سوف أسلحة بنت الخليل تنشأ وافساح الطريق لالمدمرات التي سوف تستهلك كل العالم!” Spittle from Fate’s words flew onto the bald dwarf.

“Well,” Sinii lowered his eyes, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Sinii let his breath out evenly as the axe went up and came down. He was aiming beyond where his new-found friend was standing. It was sure to be a kill shot.

A jarring force shook the dwarf’s hands and worked its way up into the tattooed arms causing his muscles to burn from the obvious deflection. Sinii couldn’t believe his eyes, the cleric was glowing with divine might, but it wasn’t from the all-too-familiar presence of Maal from within the human. It was something else.

Fate had apparently swung and deflected the blow from the great axe with the slenderest of daggers. The cleric cocked his head and a wicked smile crossed his face. In a quick flash of bright light, Sinii felt pain lance his face. The warm gush of blood fell down the front of his neck as the acrid taste of that same blood overtook his mouth.

The reaction to yell was too overpowering and as the scream came out of Sinii, the rent on the side of his face opened wider. Falling to one knee, the ranger grabbed up part of his already ripped tunic and put it to his face to try to staunch the bleeding.

“سوف يموت أبدا معرفة هدفنا الحقيقي. مثل تلك التي كنت لا يستحق حتى الروث على الأحذية لدينا. قريبا ، سوف تعرف مكانك كعبيد إلى النظام الجديد.” With a gauntleted fist, the Cleric of Maal picked up the dwarf and tossed him out of the stairwell that had led down from the trap door on the remote island where the dragon kept its horde.

White hot pain filled Sinii’s field of vision as he landed hard on the coins, jewels, and trinkets that were piled on the island in the middle of the acidic lake. The great black dragon was already roaring as most of the rest of the party was trying to take the overgrown lizard down.

Toki was on the shoreline along with Zat and Bovine. The three looked like a minstrel group. The female half-breed had summoned a great gong for herself, an appropriate sized horn for the gnome and for the half-elf, a great pipe organ carved into the very wall of the cavern. The cacophonous trio was the epitome of chaos in sound.

The words were barely audible above the crashing gong that was under her abuse. Although he couldn’t understand the words, her passion and ferocity could be seen from where Sinii lay bleeding over 200 feet away.

“жорстокі жахливі образи загублений світ різанини мас непоміченим залишивши сиріт війни з сумними складної бачення. вони залишаються молоді та злі, небезпечні комбінації під час бігли забою і застосування терору. тіла померлих залишають на узбіччі дороги, де матері діти сплять на скривавленій землі.”

Zat blew on the horn that Toki had summoned for him to add into the howling din coming from the near barbaric orcish bard and her frenzied chanting. His cherished robes were a disheveled mess. Sinii looked up at the stalactites hanging down from the ceiling and back down to the three of them on the shoreline. If the god was willing and she was listening, the Sweet Earth Mother would release her hold on those deadly fingers to stab the dragon straight through its armored hide.

The other half-breed, Bovine, slammed down on the stone keys of the organ that was magically formed out of the limestone walls from Toki’s force of will and the magic within her strange music. The blasts reverberated through the walls of the cavern and rippled off of the ceiling in some kind of strange and sad dirge that Sinii couldn’t place.

All of the rumors that anyone who had elvish blood was harmonious and beautiful had never met a half-elf named Bovine Havok. Sinii was sure that there wasn’t a musical bone in the thief’s body. The dwarf on the island was sure that there were some bones in the various pockets of the thief though. Bovine had a rather, unusual, penchant in picking up body parts. He was almost as bad as Zat.

Sitho must have been in worse shape because he wasn’t with everyone else on the shoreline. Off in the distance, Sinii could make out the other thief on one of the smaller man-sized islands to the south of the others. His breath was ragged from the way his chest was moving up and down in rapid succession. It wasn’t clear if the full-blood elf was going to make it.

Sinii tried to grin and immediately regretted it as his hold on the flaps of his cheek came apart again. At least he’d have a new scar for whatever her name was in Narantaag. She was a piece of work that would give the both the elvish blood thieves a run for their money. She had the fastest fingers that Sinii had ever seen.

He felt more than heard the rumbling coming from the cavern ceiling. Across the lake, Sitho perked up too. Shit was about to get very interesting in a short amount of time. Rontra had heard his plight. The caretaker of the world had heard his silent prayer and decided to not send them all to Maal. Well, maybe.

The sound was more like the calving of ice than a rockslide. High-pitched squeaking combined with the chaos coming from the shoreline of the acidic lake filled the ample cavern. Sinii looked to the shoreline again and saw that the gnome had dropped the horn and had summoned one of his signature ice spheres and was rolling it towards the underside of the dragon.

It howled in distaste.

Toki kept striking her gong and repeating the war chant that she must have been taught by her people. Lords of Heaven help their enemies wherever they were. The orc chant seemed to take on a life of its own. The building of the crescendos and sharp, knife-edge drops of the diminuendos were causing a resonance that could not be contained by the cavern. Toki was ripping it asunder with the sound of her voice and a gong!

At the sound of the rock walls and ceiling collapsing, Bovine rushed from the summoned pipe organ along the pebble-strewn beach and clamored up the dragon. As he scaled the beast, Sinii noticed that the supple goat-skinned boots that the half-elf normally wore were gone. He was barefoot and attempting to ride the dragon barebacked.

Sinii watched Sitho down a potion and then leap from the small islet and climb up one of the larger stalactites that was falling down over him. The dwarf could only watch the full-blooded elf make the death defying leaps from one piece of debris to the next.

Limestone dust trailed after the elf has he bounced from the falling stalactites, one to the other. He never missed. It was like he was blessed. When he got to the ceiling of the cavern, he bounded from the razor sharp spikes until he nearly overhead from Sinii.

Toki’s music rose and fell again causing more of the ceiling to fall. The screeching and cracking from the stone released more of the powdered lime into the air which outlined the waves of sound coming from half-orc bard across the lake.

“من قبل السلطة من غير مقدس واحد ، الملك باللون الأصفر، وكلها قوية بنت خليل، مفتوحة!” Fate’s voice echoed loudly from the iron-bound door at the bottom of the stairwell. Sinii could only imagine what he was doing down there.

One of the falling stalactites must have hit the dragon, as its thunderous roar temporarily blocked out all of the sound within the cavern. Sinii flicked his eyes towards the beast and saw Bovine barely hanging on as the dragon whipped its head about, spewing acid across the ceiling. The limestone melted and began to rain down onto the beach in slow dripping columns. Toki seemed to be in a trance keeping the tempo with the gong and the strange words. Zat rolled to one side and brought another rolling sphere of ice into existence.

Deft movements from the gnome’s hands controlled the spheres. They began to roll as they moved up from the underside of the dragon to trying to contain its head between the two frigidly cold spheres. Another deafening scream came from the dragon as its angular head hit both of the spheres under the sorcerer’s control.

A nearby crash caused Sinii to jump from where he had landed. The dwarf looked back and saw a stalactite twice as tall as he was jammed into the mound that he was using as cover. On top of that broken piece of rock was Sitho, smiling like he had just bedded three whores in Latim for free.