On MacFarrens orders the other groups of knights are neutralized by Robs lightning spheres and gathered up by a combination of the low city dwellers, many of whom were killed by these soldiers, and now that they can't fight back, vengence is taken on them before the party can get to them. The balls of glowing death, as the under city dwellers call them, hold a point of interest and honor as they systematically take out all of the Dukes troops, to the under city dwellers.

The last knight and his squad however fell to something New that was trapped in an old building in this underground city. It looks like a giant made of lightning and strange crystal. By the time Rob and company get there it is having a conversation with the lightning balls. The Balls inform Rob that the being is trying to convince them in joining it in purging all the fleshy things from the world. The creature is actually some kind of gollem, but made of metal and lightning and is quite insane.

MacFarren's people tried to stop it, only to be over whelmed by it to. Rob arrives with Darren and MacFarren afterwards. Rob, with out orders, just walks up to the sparking nightmare and looks at it as it rails at him and keeps hitting him over and over with its electrical attacks. He just stands there, letting the power bleed in to the ground and waits. Watching something. He turns to his balls, "Program, Locate the Gollems power source and drain it, Execute."

They surge around it, then seem to hit it from several points before the metal and crystal monsters slowly looses all it's power, both technological and magical, dropping to the ground and finally falling apart.

Rob walks over and carefully makes it disappear. Only one small part remains. Most here would have over looked it, but the spirits point it out and Rob takes it. It's a microchip from a world much like his own, it has a Living soul trapped in it.

"Darren, we got a kind of Iron Jar here. Looks like someone trapped a soul in this device, that soul was the mind of that monster, and it's very insane." Rob tells the Monk.

Darren nods, "Morgonon would have known what to do about that, but he is dead."

Rob nods, "I can fix that. I still have my priest gifts including the resurrection ritual."

MacFarren, who was close to mourning his people, looks up at him. "How often ?"

"Once a day. Hm, need certain incenses, sage, sandlewood, and hm. I don't understand ..." head cocked to oneside, "What is Golden Miracle ?"

Darren grins, "Special blend made by my people. I got a good amount in my rooms. They send it to me but I can't stand the smell of it."

"It's needed for the resurrection spell given to me by the Spirit of Life." he explains to the golden monk. "With it I can raise multiple persons at the same time. Otherwise only one at a time."

Rob calmly gathers up the dead (Glow and Poof) the others believe he just shrank them and put them in his magic bag. He does not bother to correct them, does tell them, "A safty feature on my bag is set so only non-living things can go in it. That is why that Iron Jar device would not go in. It registers to the magic as a living thing. Same for my sword, its a sentient weapon and thus can not be put in the bag. Well I Can, but neither the bag or the sword are happy with me if I do that."

He looks at Darren, "The bag is intelligent to, very Lawful kind of intelligence. Keeps things sorted and in order so things don't get misplaced or lost."

Darren nods, "Handy"

Rob grins, "Was a gift from the gods really. When I came here the Gods of magic gave it to me. Kind of a consolation prize for getting dumped here as I understand it. That was well before the Skworg event to, though I did not know about it till later as one of the Record Keepers told me about it."

They are not even surprised anymore.

As he is gathering the dead, this one big warrior with a freaky helm and all metal armor does not disappear.

"Guys, this one is still alive, or maybe just that wierd helmet."

MacFarren runs over and carefully removes the strange helmet and checks. The warrior is badly injured but still breathing.

"Rob, can you heal him ?" MacFarren ask.

Rob carefully walks around the warrior and kneels next to him, puts a hand on his head and mutters to himself some kind of rhyme. His hands glow with a soft white radience and after a couple minutes the warrior groans and tries to move the hand from his head, MacFarren stops him, "Easy Gordon, your being healed."

He grunts, "What happened to the monster ?"

Darren, from across the room, "Rob, the big man, took it out while it tried to blast him. He just stood there and took it to. But given his skill with lightning spirits I am so not surprised. Then he had his elementals over power it some how."

Rob does not explain, he just works on putting the big warrior back together. Fixes him up till even lost teeth are back in his head. Figuring if he is going to heal someone he should do it right. Leaves the man's scars alone though, some warriors are picky about those.

"He is the one healing you as well. Best not to upset the holy mage really." Darren is amused.

Rob sighs, "Ok, quick question, do you want to keep your scars ? Cause I can remove them if you want."

Gordon looks at the softly glowing man, "Just the ones around my shoulders really. They bother me come winter."

Rob nods, "Completely understand that. Got my own shoulder injury."

When he is done, he levitates the big warrior back to his feet. That surprised the giant man, but the other two just take it in stride.

"Ok, I am starting to really understand how someone who looks like you can solo so well." Gordon says in mild awe.

Rob snorts, "I was 60 pounds Lighter before I ended up in this world. The gut came with the transference." sighs, "I spent years getting in to something similar to good shape and this event put me back to square one."

Gordon ask, "What is square one ?"

"Ever hear of a game called Hop-scotch ?"

They all shake thier heads.

Rob explains, "It's a childs game. Squares are drawn on the ground, usually in dirt, or with chalk if on stone. The starting square is square one. The object of the game is to hop on one foot or two, depending on how the squares are set up. Usual start is 3 single squares, one in front of the other, then 2 squares next to each other and then another single square after that. The pattern varies after that depending on space and who is making it up. Sometimes dice or a icon are used to determine how many jumps a person gets if it's a long course. It's to teach balance and to keep children physically fit really."

MacFarren, bouncing his head around nods, "I can see it really. Sounds like a good game for the young to learn such. Helps strengthen the ankles I bet to."

I nod, "Most definitely."

Gordon nods in understanding, "So going back to square one means having to restart from the begining ?"

I nod, "Yes."

Gordon nods, "ah" he picks up his helm/mask and looks at it, "Thank you for keeping me alive."

Rob can Feel the helm responding but not what is 'said'. He stares at it then shakes his head, some magic items are wierd.

Darren tells Gordon, "Turns out Rob has a use for all that incense the Temple sends to me each month. A resurrection spell that can bring back multiple persons at the same time."

Gordon nods, "How many ?"

Rob closes one eye and stares in to space "9, but there is a chance someone will not make it. Several reasons for it including their spirit just choses not to return. They have that option after all. But also certain gods don't like to let souls go once they got them."

The others just nod to that, it's something understandable.

Gordon ask, "So how old will you be when you bring them all back ?"

"If I got that Golden stuff, I will not suffer any aging or power loss. If I understand the notes I am reading correctly." he tells them.

Darren about tripped over his own feet hearing that. The Temple has claims that if used right the incense can aid in grand miracles, thus the reaction, but him being a monk and also none have ever explained it to him. Also no priest he knows, is aware of that aspect either. The Temple thinks he should be able to sell the stuff for high profit, but no one wants it cause it really stinks when burned. So he has a large supply of the stuff and even not burned it has an odor he is sure he will never get out of his closet now. Some of his robes even smell like that stuff, so he does not wear them anymore.

Rob just walks along, listening to his orbs and pretty much doing what MacFarren tells him with out question. He has determined that MacFarren is in charge of the group, so he does as he is told, mostly. Otherwise he and Gordon end up in a long round of small talk about occupations and the variety of them a person can have or master.

At one point, several hours in, they come across the spot the soldiers came in at and find which places were hit first as well as a contengent of soldiers blocking their path and telling them that that area is restricted by the Dukes orders.

Rob happily lets his lightning balls have them, then steps over thier paralyzed forms to find what they were hiding. That turned out to be a vault full of 'cursed' magic items. Or that is what the sign on the wall states.

MacFarren reads it over, "Greystone vaults. Hm." he looks at his people, who shrug, then at Rob, "I can't stop you if you want to collect this stuff."

That really is all it takes, Rob smiles brightly and in minutes the vault is empty, also all the guards are naked and their other items are gone to. He himself, did not even Move.

Rob steps past the frozen forms and ask, "So where next ?"

Gordon and Darren are tying up the soldiers while MacFarren happily points to an open and partially cleared out vault belonging to their rival organization. Rob is more than happy to 'help' work against that evil slimey gnome. Though he does another cleansing of the area before removing anything as all the rooms beyond the 'vault of cursed items' is full of those spiritual parasytes. He is feeling a tad 'well done' by the time he finally cleans that place but it is empty of all non living things to.

Rob sighs as he lays under one of his personal snow storms, steam rising off of him, "The last two vaults were parasyte breeding grounds, nothing in them but devices made to breed spiritual parasytes. Pure Evil those things." he tells the others. MacFarren suspected that of the mean greedy gnome. Given the way the Gods of Light tend to go after his priest and all.

Gordon wanders over to Rob, "What are you singing ?"

"Holiday song from home, about snow during the winter months and how nice it can be when it's light and fluffy. Truthfully I recall the tune ok, but not the words so much, so I am making up a bunch of it as I go." Rob sighs.

Gordon grins, "Well that certainly explains why your meter is off."

"The song is for my own enjoyment, has nothing to do with what I am doing to make it snow right now. That is actually the Ice Storm ability of the Martial arts training." Rob sighs.

That has both Gordon and Darrens undivided attention, Darren comments, "You were serious when you said they put all the Storm Skills in to you."

Squint eyed look at Darren, "I may be a bit wishy washy right now, but I am always serious about what the gods have done to me. Not sure Which gods are responcible for unlocking everything, but then I was not aware of those blasted archons messing with my head either."

Everyone is quiet for a bit. Well the soldiers are all moaning about being in pain and using magic is not fair way to fight. Rob gets fed up with the bitching, "So a few hundred to one is Fair then. Be happy I used the stun effect. I could easily have set them to Kill you. Then you lot would get to rot in hell. And don't tell me you thieving bastards would not be going to hell, I can SEE the state of your souls, your going Down when you die." That shut them up, one and all. Pissing off a holy man is so not a good idea and the way he is glowing when he told them off, they have no doubt that he is a high holy man.

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In the city, the people are scared as the Soldiers take anything they can. The few who stood up to them have been put to death as they plunder the city. The adventurer guilds have sealed their gates and are doing their best not to be over run by these evil men 'disguised as the Dukes Troops'. So far they have been able to save a few people but otherwise the soldiers out number them by a lot. So they mostly work at keeping them out of the guild grounds. Each guild is like a small city inside the larger town. Walled all around and self contained but still part of the town in their own ways.

MacFarren explained this to Rob and Rob commented they were like Embassies to foriegn powers. MacFarren agreed with that assement.

The tide started to turn when night fell and the under-dwellers night breeds started coming up in to the city and taking out the soldiers.

THEN Rob found an exit, right in to the middle of a group of those soldiers, who had been holding their own against a group of ghouls. Rob brought his elemental forces to bear, paralysing the soldiers, but his Holy presence caused the ghouls to flee back in to the undercity, with out dinner.

Rob's Elementals are having a happy time zapping evil soldiers and putting out fires (Fire elementals just suck the flames into themselves and roll through the skies behind the lightning elementals.) Rob's army of elementals are what really stopped this invasion more than anything else. The Duke had few mages and no priest in his number and the ones he had gotten from the adventuring groups were locked in to cells along with the Baron and his family. To keep them out of the way. By morning all the fires are out and all the surving soldiers are in chains and one super mage is happily sorting his loot.

Darren and Gordon just shake their heads. People like Rob seriously unbalance things. He is so over powered he almost did not need them for much of anything, other than guides and people to talk to. Or show off to, though he claimed he was not showing off any. Just doing things in the most efficient way he could.

MacFarren is fine with it though, less work for him and if Rob can pull off a multi-ressurrection, with out it killing the man, well he is fine with that to. Especially as he is not charging him anything for the service, beyond the needed items and incenses.

There are 2 temples in the town that have priest who can do it, but they want a minimum of a million gold crowns for each person to be raised. So it does not happen much, if at all. Rob asked for some specialized gear (mostly incense burners and diffusers which used boiling water and incense to make a special scented steam for cermamonies) and the incense. Some is a little expensive, but he wants it in bulk, so he can use it multiple times. Still only a few hundred instead of the millions asked for by other faiths.

Darren is happy to unload all that Golden Miracle stuff on Rob to. For free (he has never found a buyer for it and it's to bring some of his friends back from the dead. So win win in his book.)