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The name didn't register anything to Nazz... how long had she been gone for? Regardless, she didn't like the way he was shouting or how he was shouting it.
Checking on Darya to make sure she was stable she then looked up to others. "If this goes bad, get her out of here," she says with finality in her voice before striding towards the ranting dwarf.
Darya had manifested her Celestial heritage, a beatific gift, in order to help them, and it had. It had also made her a target and almost got her killed. It was time to take some heat off the wounded, she needed rest. She was allowed to rest. Nazz though...
Stopping at the edge of the cavern she steadily moved her hand in one flowing motion over her blade, the air around it blurring and melting and twisting from nonexistent heat before the metal ignited into white ghostly flames. Without paying her sword's transformation any mind she then pointed the weapon at the dwarf. "Halt." She called out to him, with as much steel in her voice to rival her sword.
good, those darkmantle things are dead and it looks like Nazz has given Darya a poiton Eradyiel, hearing the commotion tries to remember who Millorn is, to no avail. Moving toward the door he calls out "Avenia, back up, no need to take him on by yourself, make room for the other warriors." as he positions himself behind one of the statues, drawing his other shortsword, getting ready to flank the dwarf, if he proves violent.
Bruno rides around to a flank and keeps up the shouting match.
Who you callin' a crusader you crazy <loose translation: petrified crap for brains>! Nobody's a crusader any more! The city is fallen and we're running for our lives. So ignore this angelic throwback here and come talk. Nobody's gonna arrest you. Hells, I could use some black magic right about now.
In common, he says in low tones, Lower ye weapons, but keep 'em at hand. He may be exactly what we need.
As her breathing resumes a steady pace, Darya's eyes flicker open, her last memory being plunged into darkness.
Nazz arched an eyebrow at the dwarf before moving an inquisitive eye back and forth between crazy dwarf and crazier dwarf. Still, she went along with what he was asking to point and lowered her blade. Slightly.
Hearing Darya's breath not erratic helped err her along, in hopes of avoiding a fight that would drag her in again.
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Millorn slows only for a second. Then he raises his hands to cast a spell! In common he says Ye lookta be crusader enough fer me! Die top-siders...
Iradyiel
Khan
Nazz
Siff Bruno
Darya
MONSTERS! *his spell will go off here*
why did Avenia stay out there and not pull back seeing that Nazz's defensive position would push the mad dwarf into Avenia's position, Iradyiel drops one of his short-swords and moves to place himself between the dwarf and Avenia, as he does so he draws a knife and throws it, telling Avenia, "scoot back!"
In our 20 seconds
Looking back , Siff realizes that Aravashniel is right in the middle of the room, right where is Millorn might come barrelling in.
She hustles over to the old man and rushes him behind one of the statues, hissing in his ear "Who is this Millorn? And why does he want to kill us?
Round 1
Her charge now a bit safer, Siff listens to the newcomer begin casting a spell...
She frowns , instictively knowing that it was an incantation she didn't know and so was unable to counter it effectively.
Instead she calls out a warning to those in Millorns' spell path, "Watch out, that spell will put you to sleep!"
She then kneels, not able to see their foe in the flesh , and readies her crossbow...
Brno trots up by Siff and lowers his lance. This guy was going to get a face full of hurt as soon as he showed himself.
Khan will move forward and cast a spell on Nazz.
Throwing her elbow back on pure reflexive instinct when Shear comes up behind her Nazz veers it at the last second when she feels the beneficial magic fill her. She then moves in on the babbling madmen to hack.
And then once again when he tries to cast his spell.
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Iradyiels’ knife lands in Millorn’s chest causing him to loose his spell. He curses bloody crusader bastard!.
Aravashnial hears Siff ask about the mad dwarf they are facing and repeats the short version of the story . A dwarf caught delving into dark magics, lady Siff. He fled down here years ago. He must be stark raving mad by now. Be careful!
Then Bruno skewers the man, pinning him to a wall!
And blessed by Khan, Nazz moves in swiftly and removes Millorn’s head, her blade sliding cleanly down Bruno’s lance to connect with the mad dwarfs’ neck.
Bastards! his head says as it flys through the air.
END COMBAT.
Sitting up Darya breathes a sigh of relief. The sight of Bruno and Nazz putting the mad bastard down was a heartening sight. In fact even given their circumstances, she couldn't help smiling at the fact that the son of a b++@% got exactly what he deserved.
As the madman falls Nazz turns a half-twist to see Darya alive and sitting up, and... smiling for some odd reason. Some of the tension draining from her she straps her flaming sword back into its holder on her back, the heartless flames not bothering her clothes in the slightest.
Crouching down she then rifles through the dwarfs belongings.
Nazz carefully sorts the items she finds on the headless dwarfs body into piles, vials and bottles over here, scrolls next to them, weapons over there with a cloak next to them and some coins. Looking over the spoils she stands and turns to Siff. "... Would you mind checking all of this... to make sure it's not cursed?" she asks plainly, keeping her voice in its normal low tone.
bloody crusader bastard! he called me a crusader, imagine that me a crusader, hhhmmmm, is that what we are now crusaders? Iradyiel turns and nods to Nazz and Bruno, "Nice job folks" looking at the head rolling around. "clean, very clean" looking behind him, he blushes a little when he realizes how close he had gotten to Avenia, he asks her "are you OK Avenia?" He quickly turns away, so no one notices him blushing, he then carefully removes his dagger from the corpse and retrieves the short sword he dropped by the statues.
Siff waits for a chance to fire, but has to flinch aside when dwarf and camel barrel by with nary an inch to spare. Blinking away the dust, she scowls as the smell of camel and dwarf assails her nostrils.
Once the tears in her eyes clear, she sees that their foe has fallen.
Standing she secures her weapons and helps Aravashniel to his feet, "So is this a common tale, Aravashniel ? Those that strive against the Worldwound end up insane?"
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Aravashniel: Oh yes indeed, Lady Doren. Where ever the abyss taints the creatures of this material plane there is madness. And also strife, envy, ungliness... He trails off when he realizes what he's said. But of course, there are exceptions! Many fine examples, er... He tries to recover from his verbal blunder.
Avenia pushes Iradyiel in the back. Hey what the heck! I had a clean shot. Was gonna knife that dwarf as soon as he stepped into the cave. Sheesh. I am a scout in the 4th cavalry after all!
Iradyiel knows that 4th cavalray is a low level skrimish unit lead by a rather largish Female Orcish paladin. Everyone know them but they haven't amounted to much over the past few years. Avenia is probably capable but of limited tactical value.
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Groaning as she gets up, Darya shakes her head, shrugging of the dizzyness of her encounter. With every inch of her bocy aching she makes her way over to where Nazz goes through the dwarf's equipment. "Nice job boys and girls." she says enthusiastically.
Looking down at the darkly appealing warrior she smiles warmly. "And thank you for keeping me alive."
Nazz looks up at the Paladin. And then a "... you'rewelcome." There was the normal disjoint before she spoke but the words still came out quickened.
"... are you okay to be up and about?" she says much more normally, for her, after a breath.
Iradyiel gathers his gear, his ears burning as Avenia fusses at him I know the 4th cav. led by a big orcish paly, no wonder she's so touchy, I apologized didn't I, you know how these military types are 'shut up and march!' Iradyiel nods to her as he goes past the dwarf carcass, headed out the way the dwarf came. Getting over his embarrassment Iradyiel saying coolly "I apologized Mam, won't happen again." he then checks the cave ahead while everything gets sorted out.
"Then why didn't you knife him? Why did you hesitate?"
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Iradyiel finds Millorns bedroll a few yards ahead in the chamber.
In it he finds Millorn's spellbook.
-detect secret doors,
-fog cloud,
-grease,
-invisibility,
-resist energy,
-shocking grasp,
-and silent image
In the bedroll is also an interesting item...
Avenia looks angry when Khan asks her about her hesitation. Can't let them know I've never actually killed any demons! Come on Avenia, think! Come up with something! Well, I'm a scout so i'm not used to doing dealing the damage see. I just spot the enemy and return with reports. My wife Irabeth does most of the killing in the 4th.
"Oh, alright. Sounds fair, in that case don't make boasts that you can't back up."
Iradyiel picks up all the stuff and returning to the team just in enough time to hear Khan's and Avenia's banter, Ow, she's probably not used to being talked to like that, none of those crusaders are, is that what we are, crusaders? Laying the items he found down near the carcass, Seamus says, "Here is his spell book, and this"He holds up a copper brooch depicting a bat perched on a mushroom - both of the bat's eyes are tiny amethysts. "Very unique, don't you think?"
"I feel like I've been trampled by a horse, but I'm alive at least, thou I don't know how much good I'll be in a fight in this condition." Darya says sitting down.
"That's an interesting trinket." she says looking at the brooch, the copper shimmering in her halo's fire.
As the Paladin sits down Nazz starts to fidget away but at the last second tries to play it off by reaching over to grab the healing potions. "... I have another one, plus what we found on the dwarf." She says still slightly quickened while offering the other woman the potions.
Grateful for something to take her mind off things Nazz spares a glance at the brooch too.
Nazz carefully sorts the items she finds on the headless dwarfs body into piles, vials and bottles over here, scrolls next to them, weapons over there with a cloak next to them and some coins. Looking over the spoils she stands and turns to Siff. "... Would you mind checking all of this... to make sure it's not cursed?" she asks plainly, keeping her voice in its normal low tone.
Siff approaches at Nazz's request, taking the items mentioned.
As she handles each one, she closes her eyes allowing herself to attune to the magical engergies it possesses.
"... thank you." Nazz plainly says as the sorcerer begins inspecting the items.
My wife Irabeth does most of the killing, blah blah blah Iradyiel mocking Avenia in his head as he hands the broach over to Darya and then watching her pass it to Nazz I bet either of these two could take ol' Irabeth He smiles excitedly as they inspect the broach and asks "did we find something, tell me we found something"
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"Thanks," Darya says taking the potion Nazz hands her, knocking it back with one swift movement.
As she feels the magic take effect, healing about half of her injuries she is struck my an interesting thought.
I make her nervous for some reason.
Nazz nods back to Darya as she drinks, keeping a cat-like focus between her and Siff as they sat around while the blue haired woman examined the items.
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-the red potion is a potion of invisibility,
-scrolls are: a scroll of shocking grasp,
-scroll of resist energy
-The black cloak is a: Cloak of resistance +1
Siff opens her eyes and hands back the items "The potion will render someone invisible for a time, the first scroll grants an electrical touch, the second is a spell that grants temporary protection from haumful energies. The cloak bolsters ones ability to safely endure that which could cause harm, be it poison or fire or whatever."
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Bruno busies himself by cleaning off his lance using the dead mage's leftover clothes. Esmeralda snorts and bumps him until he retreives a treat from the saddle and gives it to her. Ye did good, lass. he pats her on the muzzle and kisses her nose.
"... Neatholm," Nazz says after a minute of studying the brooch. "... that's whose clan this belonged to."
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"Belonged? So I'm right in remebering the stories that this was the symbol of a family that was wiped out a long time ago right?" Darya asks Nazz, impressed with the other woman's knowledge of history.
"... Yes, they weren't half-bad crusaders either. But that's what happen when you come up here, or were born, here, for either virtue or fame, you die here. You get killed, wiped out... forgotten. You. Your family. Your friends. Your home. Your country. Your history. Your life. Everything. The Wound isn't healing, and each day it takes more and more." Nazz replies wistfully.
Neatholm Hearing the name of the famous crusaders, Iradyiel, nods his head. Smiling as Nazz goes through her litany of loss, oblivious to the pain and torment in her voice. When she finishes he says with a grin "I knew we found something!"
"... Yes, they weren't half-bad crusaders either. But that's what happen when you come up here, or were born, here, for either virtue or fame, you die here. You get killed, wiped out... forgotten. You. Your family. Your friends. Your home. Your country. Your history. Your life. Everything. The Wound isn't healing, and each day it takes more and more." Nazz replies wistfully.
"Yes, yes it does." Khan says with much familiarity.
"... I miss the stars." Nazz lets slip, spurred on Shear's agreement.
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Looking at Nazz as she speaks, Darya is quiet as she gains new insight into the other woman. Her face takes on a resolute expression, and if anything her halo seems to burn slightly brighter.
"And now the Worldwound has come to Kenebres. Well it wants to take, we give, we give till the whole damn lot of them realize they bit off more than they could chew and choke. And if we go out, we do so taking ten of those @#$%ers for every one of us that falls." she says with passion and intensity, a burning flame of violence and retribution in her eyes.
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Bruno laughs at Darya's proclamation of ten to one. Speak for yerself, lass, but I'm plannin' on takin' out ten fer getting me out of bed! Let the histories count. Let's just kill until they stop coming!