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in normal D&D they can use things like Smite Evil, that stuff, bonuses on CC against evil characters, what you did seems to be fine.

OK Ignore everything i said regarding the Blackguard, the rest stands

waiting on you now

Are you doing group events? Or do you only do that sometimes?

huh? ive already posted tho... was hoping for some GM interaction? No?

ok...

Tyranic allows the girl to head to sleep and takes watch, as much as he talked it up there never would have been room in the tent for both of them so he sat down next to a tree with his sword on his lap battling off sleep. Eventually he realised that nothing had followed them and he allowed himself to have a few hours restful sleep. In the morning he woke up to the smells of frying flesh and he looked over to see the small elf girl frying a dead rabbit on a flat rock. She looked up when his armour clinked and she smiles.
"Thanks for letting me stay in the tent, I finally managed to get some sleep... I havn't been sleeping well lately. But you being here felt safe."
"Im happy I could help"
"Do you want some rabbit?"
"I thought elves were vegetarian"
"Common misconception"
"Huh... in that case sure"

The two ate a small meal, Tyranic making small talk about things that steered the girls focus away from her family and friends. Soon however he stood brushing bread crumbs off of his Tabard.
"Please. Stay here... I do not want any harm to befall you... I will return within the day"
He turns to go but stops and turns back around
"Illana"
"Yes?"
"Do not dwell on your family. They are in a better place"
Her only reply a sad nod and with nothing more to say to the girl he mounts Purity and rides swiftly back to the ruins. Once there he continues his examination of the bodies and thier layout and realises that the shaman was killed last. The decay on the woman was less advanced than her peers. So significantly that her death must have post dated that of the others by as much as an hour. Looking over the corpses one last time he slowly begins taking them outside and washing them by drawing water from the well. It is not a pleasant task but it is one that he endures for the good of the souls of the dead. despite what he said to the girl he had to get these Elves buried before their souls. Thier persone would find rest. Aafter cleaning the bodies he dug them all shallow graves and buried them gently speaking rites of passing and death above them. Afterwards he piled the graves high with a cairn of stones. The double burial and blessings should ward the bodies from furthur attacks from the undead.

Finally finished he takes a break before scouting more of the ruins. The sun now on its downwards descent he was not able to scout for to long before he began to make his way back. What he did find however was exactly what he was looking for. Not 500 metres from the house of the killings was a thin trail of smoke, upon closer inspection from a source of cover he noticed the sihouettes of several perfectly still sentries. The hallmark of Lesser undead.

Upon returning to the small campsite he shared with the girl he took the time to set up holy wards writ with blessings that would ward attacks and unwanted attention from the place. Telling the girl of how he buried her family brought a small measure of peace to the young elf and Tyranic felt better for the tale. At greater ease with the battle to come the following day he drifts into a calm sleep by the fire.

How i am doing this right now is you all are slowly going to meet up with another player then makes the small groups to meet the other small groups then a event then some stroy telling then event. with character interaction thoughout the game.

Sorry Tyranic...i confused myself thinking you were Karskai..forgive me

While the Clay doll is morphing A'lor attempts to make another attack at the beast.

I forgive you with great aplomb

Ill RP my way into the scrap soon

I do another major post saying where everyone is and new directions for poeple who need them tomarrow. seeya my american body is tired

I may have difficulty posting the next three days seeing as I will be at a convention, I will try but no promises I will pick up on Monday and hope I'm not too far behind... Please don't progress to far without me guys.

Rising early and before the dawn Tyranic began to clean his armor. Wearing only his white underarmor robes and breeches his hands drifted over the surface of the Plate. Words murmured through his lips taking physical form and plunging through his hand onto the armor. The blessings covering the surface of the ancient Adamant-Puresteel alloy suit of armor.

Eventually he had covered the entire surface of the armor with holy wards designed to migitate the damage that undead or daemons could inflict upon it. He heard the girl stirring in the tent as he put the armor back on. She came out to the image of his bare arms strapping on his chest plate and she blushed heartily. But Tyranic just laughed. His deep calming voice rolling out
"Twice your age girl, twice your age"
She nodded hastily before dropping down to her knees to stoke the fire back to life. Tyranic Looked at the fire sadly, realising that he may not come back to it if this went wrong.
"No breakfast for me... Im not going to want stitch"
he mounts his horse and makes the journey to the ruins. Not even saying goodbye to the girl who had come to view him as a protector. And a surrogate father while she sorted her emotions out.

Tyranic was not oblivious to the girls distress but also did not want to create to strong a bond with the young Elf. The biggest mistake an Abrantian could make was to get attatched to someone before he was ready to stop hunting the darkones. Even if it was only as a father figure. he pushed the thoughts out of his mind and began chanting litanies under his breath. The words seeming to flow around him creating a golden aura that he knew would mute the senses of any undead nearby him.


Soon he came to the coutyard near the burial cairns. After checking their integrity and atisfied with his findings he draws his sword and moves to the camp of undead. Sword drawn and shield bared he settles into a defensive stance and waits for the undead to spot him. Sure enough they begin making gurgling calls to thier master and then they charge him. He smashes one away carelessly with his shield and hacks the other down with his sword. The blessed blade slicing cleanly through the beasts neck and down it goes. Troubling him no more. A swift stomp of his armored boot into the first undead. Who he had knocked over. Ended its existance as well.

Raising his eyes to the campsite he sees a tall warrior moving towards him and he prepares himself for battle.

Geliard was a reasonable man, but this priest was sorely testing the limits of his patience. He felt it odd that the clergyman had blocked their path, for what church still existed amidst the rubble. Geliard had heard tales, dark rumors of sacrifice and diabolism carried out in such forlorn places. Carefully, as not to draw attention to what he was doing, the bearded man slowly began to ease his swords from their sheathes, letting his his hands subtly close around the handle of each. He twitched an eye towards Amiri, signaling her to be ready for anything, and his sister tensed ever so slightly, her fingers gracing her bowstring lightly. When Geliard spoke, he tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, an act which he failed to accomplish.

"Sir, my sister and I search for a relic of great personal importance to us, please either allow us entry or step aside, we don't have time for any delay."

The priest simply fixed the pair with the two hazel orbs that stared from the violet mask. "Strangers from Dres'noth, you will not find what you seek here. I know of what you speak, and you will never posses it. It belongs to the Clergy, would you violate our sacred halls with your heathen tread? Begone, forget you ever knew of this place."

Geliard gritted his death in frustration, practically spitting out his next words; "Priest, step aside, I will respect any and all of your laws, please allow my sister and I to enter your temple. The very lives of our family rest upon our entry."

The priest seemed to smile behind the mask, his eyes twinkling with sadistic mirth. "No Geliard and Amiri of Clan Wrost, you will not set foot in our temple, nor will you find the relic which you seek. Depart, seek us not. Our secrets are not for mortal minds. They would flay your psyche apart in a torrent of knowledge that your feeble brains could not hope to ever comprehend. You will never find them."

Almost imperceptibly, the priest moved his hands from within the folds of his voluminous sleeves, drawing forth a wavy bladed kris with incredible speed and dexterity. Geliard leapt back as the priest stabbed downwards where the former gutter-runner had stood only a moment before. Gods, he was fast! Faster than any he had fought before. It was clear to the Wrost siblings that they were dealing with a professional. With blinding speed, Amiri launched a shaft from her bow, the arrow screaming through the air to clatter against the stone edifice where the priest had been less than a second ago. Geliard leapt back, drawing both of his short swords in a single deft motion, slashing the blade in his right towards the priest's stomach, and the one in his left towards his masked face. The priest twirled in the air, lifting from the ground to glide evenly between the flash of brother Wrost's swords. Lashing out viscously, the priest caught Geliard under the chin with a firm kick, snapping his head backwards and causing him to stumble. Amiri loosed another arrow, this time sending the shaft through the priest's shoulder in a bloody spray. The priest cursed, hurling the wavy-bladed dagger towards Amiri as his other hand produced another blade of the same craft. The ritual athame was expertly thrown, but Amiri had long ago taken her brother's lessons to heart, and leapt to the side. Despite her speed, steel did part the flesh of her right cheek, causing a thin line of crimson to ooze down her face. Geliard shoved himself up from the ground by his palms, his legs pointed outwards like a pair of tines. His brief flight saw his legs knifing into the priest's back, knocking the kris from his hand and sending him sprawling. Tumbling expertly, the priest regained his footing, but not fast enough to avoid the savage kick from Amiri that cracked solidly into the side of his head. Weaponless, the priest sunk into a battle stance, beckoning the siblings towards him. Geliard twirled his blades as he leapt into the air, as Amiri loosed arrow after arrow in the priest's direction. The priest twisted and danced as he avoided the deadly shafts, laughing at the futility of the sibling's assault. His giddy chuckle became a scream of rage and pain as an arrow ripped into his left leg, sending him crashing to the ground. In as instant Geliard was upon him, blades whistling towards their mark. The priest lashed out, his fist catching Geliard in the left ear, causing him to curse at the pain. The priest took advantage of the situation immediately, catching the Wrost sibling under the chin with a two-handed hammerblow that sent the bearded man reeling. Amiri joined the fray, slamming her fist into the side of the priest's head with such force that she felt the skull give slightly. The priest groaned, shakily rising to his feet as both Wrost siblings closed in. Geliard rent open the priest's robes with a slash from his left blade, parting the flesh with the steel, leaving the priest's left arm ragged and bleeding. Amiri kicked the priest hard in the leg in which her arrow was lodged, eliciting a howl of pain from the clergyman, who tried desperately to hobble out of the deadly net of steel woven by Geliard's twin swords, the ebony bearded man's eyes alight with anger. Slashing both of his blades upwards, Geliard drove his swords into the priest's armpits, who struggled to release himself from the lethal embrace. The priest put his weight forward, causing Geliard to stumble, and giving the clergyman the opportunity he needed to smash his masked forehead against Geliard's, breaking the skin and causing blood to trickle down his face. Amiri swung forward, punching the priest hard in the throat, and felt the cartilage give way to her fist. Wheezing, the priest fell to the rocky ground, desperately trying to crawl away from the vengeful Wrost siblings. Geliard stepped on the hem of the priest's lavender robe, pinning him to the ground. "No! Get away! Killing me will ensure you will never enter the temple!" Geliard paused for only a moment before impaling the priest's legs with his twin swords, causing him to shriek with pain and fear.

"You tried to kill us! Mercy is too precious to be wasted on a killer and deceiver like you! Your words are poisonous as an adder's venom. But you are skillful in your murderous trade, why would a simple priest be trained as a razor-dancer? Speak, our patience has been worn threadbare!"

"What the hell is this all about?" Came the query risen from an inhuman throat. Amiri whirled about, arrow knocked and sighted down the shaft at the gnoll who now stood nearby. Geliard turned slightly, careful not to let the priest out of his sight. "Ho, stranger! Be you friend or foe?" As the gnoll made to step forward, Amiri called out; "Not a step closer, hyena-ken! Who are you? What brings you to these accursed ruins? Be ye traveler or grave robber? Relic seeker or bandit? Speak quickly, my brother and I are in no mood for vagaries!"

(((Alright, see if I can't fix this....)))

Reiko stood up, checking the wound in his side, already mostly healed, and made a mental note: cultists are stabby people. All they really needed to do was ask, but NO, they want to be quiet and selfish. He'd have their heads for this. Reiko was not a vengeful person, but drinking his blood was straight up nasty. He turned back to the ruin, not sure how long he had been out, and looked in the window. He noted inside, a fairly young elfish girl, in odd armor. She was pointing her sword around, and had lit the inside of the temple. He strode around to the door while she was distracted. As soon as she turned her attention from the door, he stepped in, poking her in the rear with his Zweihander.

"Hay."

Ecko did a quick once-over of these people, they were Dres’noth, and superb fighters it would appear, though they stood a head and a half shorter than him, that could be an advantage in combat. Resting the head of his bladed mace on the ground, he spoke “I am looking for the Purist scum who I have tracked for two years, they cost me my hand,” he said, indicating his left hand, the bleached bones bound to him by magiks alone.

It was Geliard who spoke; "Purists, you say? I have seen none here, save the false priest that lays impaled to the flags at my feet. But why hunt theses ruins? Did your foe pass here?"

“So it would see, the scum cost me my family.” Said Ecko “I was told that there were some in the temple. I have come to kill them, all of them” he tightened the grip on his mace at the thought of revenge.

A flash of understanding crossed between the siblings for an instant, before quickly vanishing. Amiri spoke this time, speaking clearly and carefully. "Forgive us if we don't entirely believe you. Gnolls are not known for their truthful tongues nor their gentle natures. Show us a sign of good faith, and perhaps we will speak of our quests."

Ecko cackled slightly, his heyena-like laugh vaguely disturbing. “I am not a ‘Gentle’ being, I have killed one of the purist only, in the woods of my homlands.” said the Gnoll. He removed a large necklace of teeth, claws, beaks, and other trophies from a haversack at his side. In the center was a human skull, bereft of jawbone, covered in etched script. “This is the first one I found” upon a closer reading, the script was written in gnoll glyphs, it was an ancient vengeance rite, that dedicated the souls of the dead man to yeenoghu, to punish the purist for 1000 years in vengeance for his children on uhria, only then would they be judged.

“That is all I have to give” said Ecko.

OOC:

I'm going to wait for Mortified at this point, I know she whent out of state for a Triathalon, but I think she'll be back tomorrow.

Kasrkai wrote:(((Alright, see if I can't fix this....)))

Reiko stood up, checking the wound in his side, already mostly healed, and made a mental note: cultists are stabby people. All they really needed to do was ask, but NO, they want to be quiet and selfish. He'd have their heads for this. Reiko was not a vengeful person, but drinking his blood was straight up nasty. He turned back to the ruin, not sure how long he had been out, and looked in the window. He noted inside, a fairly young elfish girl, in odd armor. She was pointing her sword around, and had lit the inside of the temple. He strode around to the door while she was distracted. As soon as she turned her attention from the door, he stepped in, poking her in the rear with his Zweihander.

"Hay."

(If this is towards me, Sierra is a human.)

TheWildHost wrote:

Kasrkai wrote:(((Alright, see if I can't fix this....)))

Reiko stood up, checking the wound in his side, already mostly healed, and made a mental note: cultists are stabby people. All they really needed to do was ask, but NO, they want to be quiet and selfish. He'd have their heads for this. Reiko was not a vengeful person, but drinking his blood was straight up nasty. He turned back to the ruin, not sure how long he had been out, and looked in the window. He noted inside, a fairly young elfish girl, in odd armor. She was pointing her sword around, and had lit the inside of the temple. He strode around to the door while she was distracted. As soon as she turned her attention from the door, he stepped in, poking her in the rear with his Zweihander.

"Hay."

(If this is towards me, Sierra is a human.)

I know that, but does HE know that?

Well I imagine he can't tell the diffrence, her tounge has picked a slightly elfish accent and the helmet AND the dagger she has at her belt. Will post IC soon

Sierra jumped at the poke and the man behind her. She backed up allowing her parrifeal vision to see both the dark figures.
"Cé go bhfuil tú!" Sierra yelled in elven, looking back and forth at the two. Seeing how the man who poked her is dressed in dark she whispers "Protegat me Deus tenebris" allowing a thin aura to cover the women (She is in her 20s) She knows her aura won't protect from an attack, but she couldn't remember the last time she used real magic. She hoped it would fool the men.

Reiko leaned back, as he slacked his blade over his shoulder:
"I don't speak Elven, Elf. And that 'Aura VS. Evil' don't work to well with a big piece of steel."

(It isn't just agaisnt evil, it is ALOT better against evil and magic, some are against physical damage[ Sierra dosn't know any yet] but they don't make the user invenurable)

"Im not an elf, "Sierra said firmly "Who are you" Sierra tried to remember a combat spell. She couldn't. "Is féidir dia beannaigh mo claíomh agus a flesh curse" She recited sending light over her claymore. "And you!" She said pointing her free hand at the figure "ANSWEAR MY DAMN QUESTION!"

Reiko watched quietly as she attempted to interrogate the figure in the shadow. She was a Paladin. His complete opposite. She was loud, proud, and if he was correct, rather stupid, whereas Reiko was quiet, humble, and cunning. He spell was crude, as if she never cast it before, though she held her sword with competency. He contemplated several actions. Starting a fight, leaving, rape. Several plans were formed, but he simply decided to wait things out. He looked absently at the figure past her. Difficult to see in the dark, but none too intimidating.

Blast it. Ecko is paused with the others. this is a perfectly good fight/other shaping up and he is not near it. Curses!

Sierra looked at the man standing to her right. She looked at the book on the altar. Looking at the 'thing' in the darkness she walked proudly, keeping the two in her sight, and grabbed the book off the alter, just to see this beasts reaction. She remembered a spell that could turn the tides. She mouthed "Vidit omnes deos spernere peccatorum" three times before she remembered how to use it. " You" She said pointing to Reiko "Your bleeding, I can patch that up, in exchange for information" she said remembering her elven rations.

Reiko flipped his sword so the point was down, and slammed it between two stones on the floor, then raised his hands infront of him and shook them to loosen them up.

"How about no?" he said quietly, and he pulled his sword out of the stones with an ominous ring.

We could really use an Effing event right now