DM Salsa Presents: Guardians Three - Seekers of the Grail of the Phoenix (Inactive)

Game Master AdamWarnock



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Malicious chains and shackles clattered and clanked as behind the small ship full of black-clad figures and two silver-haired young girls the ancient temple burned a sullen crimson. It dyed the black clouds red with its light and embers shone briefly like yellow and orange stars amid the smoke. The leader of the raiders turned from the scene he'd wrought and smiled beneath the mask that hid his face.

"Well, we only managed to grab two of you," he said in a voice like rancid oil, smooth, but unpleasant. "but don't worry, we'll have your sister soon enough, and then," he reached up with both hands and squeezed the two sisters' face like some overbearing grandmother doting on them as his voice grew softer and more fervid with anticipation, "the real fun begins."

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Okay, let's try this again.

The dawn shone upon sea and the islands that floated above it. Golden light bathed cloud, island, and sea, casting long shadows as the town of Spindle began to come alive. A mile high and half as wide, the island did resemble its namesake, tapering to points at its peak and lowest extremity.

And today, it'd be where a new legend would be woven.

Drausk:

A long night of keeping watch ends as the ship you were on is pulled tight to the long pier that juts from the lower half of the island. Your supplies that you took from your tribe are almost gone, and the shipboard fare was not the best you've had. Thankfully, the smells of cooking sausages and eggs waft through the docks and remind you that you've had nothing to eat so far today.

"Alright lad, yer free to go," the first mate says after you've finished helping to tie the ship off, "as agreed, yer work has paid for yer fare."

The town of Spindle is now yours to explore. Several ships are shoving off, heading for the waters below to haul in fish from the sea. The smell of a hot meal and, hopefully, some good drink beckon you into the tunnels that wind through the island. The sound of hawkers in the market and longshoremen busy with cargo provide the music as you decide where to go.

Marla May:

It has been almost a year since the temple where the Grail of the Phoenix was kept had been attacked. The guardians had died, leaving their successors to carry on. You, though, had decided to chase after the cowards that did this and have been tracking them ever since. The going has been slow. Every time you find the trail, you find it growing ever colder. Now you find yourself marching through the docks to the lower part of the island on a mission. Your information is sketchy at best, but you will not relent in your pursuit.

As you pass an alleyway, a groan catches your attention. There, curled between two stacks of crates, sits a figure clad in a ragged cloak and holding what must be a cloth covered sword. The figure shifts allowing you to catch a glimpse of a lock of their hair.

Long hair.

Long platinum hair.


Eleanor:

Several months have passed since you abandoned the city of your birth. Though hardly a large city, even in this age where any city is rare indeed, it was still a city and finding passage away from the island and city of Kevv'ronn. The journey since then has shown you much that the lessons and books of the academy and the city failed to mention. The beauty of the Shimmering Falls that rain down from the island of the Cloud Dancers, the breathtaking caverns of the dwarven city of Khazad Dur with their glittering star sapphires, and the glorious tapestry of stars in the heavens above were all new and exciting.

Now you can see the island of Spindle, floating in the east as the sun disappears behind it. Silhouetted against the sky are the sleek shapes of the ships that ply the skies and the boats that fished the seas below. Soon, you'd be able to stretch your legs again and eat something besides the slop this ship's so-called cook was only capable of making.

A couple of hours later, you are walking along the docks to the tunnels that lead to the town proper. The enticing aroma of food calls to your belly while a long watch the night before begs you to find a nice comfortable bed.

Zaknador, as soon as you let me know you have your background posted, I'll work you in. Who knows, you could already be in/on Spindle if you want. The rest of you, what are you doing?


Male Drow Elf Cleric 4/ Wizard 4 (Gestalt) HP:35/35 AC:13 FF:10 T:13 AC(MA):17 AC(SH):17 AC(MA+SH): 21 F:5 R:4 W:8 Perc:+10 Init: +7 SR:15

The background is finished, I will fine tune it for spelling and such today. PM any changes you would like me to make.


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

Angry was Marla's default state nowadays. Nine months. Nine months chasing those blasphemous cowards and not a shred of justice. Just a few narrow misses that were getting wider and wider. Money grew short real quick and she was forced to take up guard jobs on ships heading in the directions she needed. Sometimes it took days to get such transportation which made it that much harder to follow their trail.

But Marla was nothing if not persistent. Justice would be served. Justice... Marla's train of thought derailed at a sound from the left. She looked to see a figure poorly hidden between two shipping crates down and alley. They rocked forward gently and she saw it. flash of silver. No. A flash of platinum. Platinum? It took her a few seconds to process the importance of that. Platinum hair meant a guardian. No one else had hair like that. But the guardian's were supposed to be back at the temple. They never leave. So why was one here.

"What are you doing here?" Subtly and thoughtfulness were never strong points for Marla. And because her base state was still anger, the question had little concern, curiosity or sincerity. She walked towards the figure with a purposeful stride.


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Zaknador:

Good stuff. I think I'll take it as is and use it for my own twisted ends. Mwahahaha!

You awaken with the rest of the clergy that live in the temple on the edge of the island. It's been a week since you received the feeling to come here from Akiheton where you had been studying the faith of Nethys for the past couple of years. Since then, you've been waiting for something, anything. Today, your patience is rewarded. The feeling that something powerful could be in your grasp returns, urging you to head for the docks. The sun is still mercifully low in the sky as you finish your prayers and ready yourself to find whatever it is that's pulling at the back of your mind.


Marla:

The figure stirs and it's indeed who you suspected, one of the Guardians is in Spindle. She looks at you, her face gaunt and from the state of her clothing, it appears that the nine months since your departure have not been kind. A spark of recognition lights her dark-circled, platinum eyes.

"M-marla? Is that you," she asks in a tired and ragged voice.


male half-orc Sorcerer(Orc Blood)/Oracle (Dragon Mystery)4th,HP:28 F/R/W:+4/+4/+9,Init:+1 Per:+4,AC:14,Bite+5,Flachion+6

Drausk nodded at the man and headed into the city his stuff never far from him for fear of others taking it. Such was the way of the tribe what you held or defended was what you owned. Only things like slaves, meals, and beds were able to be shared. Out here amongst those who did not live with the tribe actually had a sense of ownership. For the Half-Orc this still baffled him.

"Thanks" Drausk said as he got onto the docks. As he moved he checked his coins and wondered where he could lodge. He really needed some food and maybe lodgings. It was strange but he was kinda getting used to it. As he walked along the docks he looked about watching

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Just to see if I see anything or anyone interesting.


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

Marla scowled. Well, scowled more. The scar on her lip, the most recent of them, had healed a little tight and gave her a perpetual scowl. Which was fine because it made intimidation easier.

Marla bent over and placed her hand on the woman's shoulder and gave a short prayer to Albia. Green energy pulsed through her arm and all through the Guardian's body.

Cure: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

She then rifles through her pack for a field ration tosses it into the woman's lap. She did neither out of kindness per say. She just knew at a glance that the guardian was in bad shape. Too bad to answer her questions effectively without some minor triage. And they were important questions.

"Eat. Then speak. Why have you left the temple and your responsibilities?"


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Drausk:

As you walk by one of the shops, you see a crowd forming a loose ring around an elven man and a young vixen who was in her early twenties, both of whom are naked and busy arguing with an elven woman leaning out of a window on the second floor.

"Could you at least let me come back and grab something so we're decent," the elven man hollers at the elven woman.

"Like hells! I bust my arse to get back before you have to be off and I find you in bed, in my bed, with that tramp! I'd sooner bed a pig than give even one stitch of clothing to either of you," she shouts back, drawing more attention to the developing scene.

Down the road, the smells of cooking eggs, bread, and meat beckon to you once more.


Marla:

The young woman looks at the package of bread, meat, and cheese for a moment, stunned by the seeming generosity. The hesitation passes quickly, and she tears the waxed paper open and greedily rips a mouthful of bread off of the loaf. Her haste backfires on her and after a few mouthfuls of food, she chokes and spends nearly a minute coughing before she recovers.

The coughing fit seems to have brought her back to her senses and she leans back against the wall, her eyes focusing on wall of the other building across the alleyway.

"The temple's gone. They burned it when they took Faye and Kaeli. They just took them and the grail," she says in a flat, emotionless voice. A single tear cuts a path through the dirt on her face as it falls.


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Egryzon:

In the week since you had received your vision, you've made your way to the Island of Spindle. Whether by luck or fate, you now find yourself standing among the docks of the lower half of the island. Still lead by the voice you hear, you wander about for a while, until you spot two women in an alleyway. One of them, the one that is sitting between and partially hidden by two stacks of crates, has hair the color of platinum and the voice speaks to you as you notice her.

This is the first of the guardians that you must find. Stay with her and protect her.


male half-orc Sorcerer(Orc Blood)/Oracle (Dragon Mystery)4th,HP:28 F/R/W:+4/+4/+9,Init:+1 Per:+4,AC:14,Bite+5,Flachion+6

Drausk cares little for the display and walks through the crowd and laughs as he walks through the arguing couple. As he does he shakes his head. Sometimes people just baffle him.

"Mmmmm Pig...Lets get some bacon" He says to himself as he paused in the middle looking at the man.

"Should've kept the elf, she seems to have more fire then this one" He said followed by a hearty laugh."Now get out of my way so I can get me some food or I will take it out of your hide!"

intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12


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Drausk:

The elven man takes an unconscious step back, but the human woman that he was sleeping with was focused on his former partner leaning out the window.

"Ha! Good luck finding a pig that'd rut with your scrawny arse! The orc sounds like he might like to have a go, though," she sneers.

"That's 'cuz he's got a lot more sense than you do," the elven woman fires back as she ducks inside. A moment later, her sing-song voice comes drifting through the window.

"Oh my, someone's left their trash in my bedroom. Whatever shall I do," she calls out loudly enough to be heard. Her mocking question is followed a moment later by an expensive-looking lute that comes spinning out of the window to smash into pieces a few seconds later as it hits the cobbled street.

"Oops! It slipped," the elven woman explains as she returns to the window, a thin smile curling the corners of her mouth up.


Male Drow Elf Cleric 4/ Wizard 4 (Gestalt) HP:35/35 AC:13 FF:10 T:13 AC(MA):17 AC(SH):17 AC(MA+SH): 21 F:5 R:4 W:8 Perc:+10 Init: +7 SR:15

Finishing his prayers, Zaknador makes his way down to the docks. He feels he is prepared for just about everything but his mind is a jumble of thoughts as he goes over again and again why is he here. He forces those thoughts out and allows his mental discipline to take control of the chaotic mess. He lets out a breath and moves forward with determination.


Male Kobold Summoner 4 / Hydrokineticist 4 / Gestalt 4 HP: 23/23 | AC: 18/13/16 | Fort: +4 / Ref: +6 / Will: +7 | Init: +4, Darkvision 60 ft., Light Sensitivity | Perception: +8

I am assuming that Egryzon's eidolon is not summoned.

Egryzon coughed as he strode onto the docks. Guided only by a mysterious voice, his journey had been long, arduous, and often confusing, as he trekked through his surroundings in ways he sometimes found hard to justify. Despite his attempts at hustling, the kobold was on his seventh day of movement, which had left him a bit winded.

The bealeaguered kobold dragged himself past an alleyway, but he quickly froze when his guide once more entered his mind, pointing out a pair of women in the passageway. The voice instructs Egryzon to guard one woman, partially obscured behind a stack of crates, but the kobold is still wary of her apparent cohort. Deciding that a cautious approach would be best, Egryzon edges closer to the women, planning to observe their actions before taking further action.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

"The..." was all Marla managed to get out before her brain shut down for a moment to process what had been said. Temple attacked again? Two guardians-in-training and the Grail stolen? Marla didn't know what to feel about all that so she defaulted to angry. She hauled the pathetic figure before her up on her fit and growled two words inches from her face. "Explain. Now."


male half-orc Sorcerer(Orc Blood)/Oracle (Dragon Mystery)4th,HP:28 F/R/W:+4/+4/+9,Init:+1 Per:+4,AC:14,Bite+5,Flachion+6

Drausk laughs even louder at the banter back and forth. Oh how civilized folk acted. It was hilarious. When he was insulted he looked to the woman and glared. Stepping forward he looked down at her and spoke.

" Woman, I may be an orc but to elude to the fact I am a pig is something you do not do. I care little for your opinion of the woman you stole from, for what seems to be an inch of pleasure but I would worry about your next words carefully" He said his face getting into hers his spit and hot breath dripping from his mouth as it moved showing the inhuman fangs that could tear into her supply flesh with little effort.intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

When the lute fell and broke more had gathered. Drausk looked up at the Elven woman and spoke to her."Say would you like some help tossing this idoits' stuff? Cause I'd like to move this along so I can get something to eat I'm starving!"diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14


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Zaknador:

Your feet carry towards the docks on the lower half of the island. Some give you strange looks, the drow are not common even in relatively affluent towns such as Spindle, after all. Most, though, go about their business, unaware of your divine mission, that or congregate around a three-way lover's spat as shredded clothing and a few expensive looking bottles of wine fly from the window of the apartment above the small shop.

After a short while, you find something strange. A dark-haired woman holding up another woman with platinum hair. Even from a distance you can see that the platinum-haired one's cheeks are gaunt and her movements lack strength as if she had been starving for some time. Nearby, attempting to sneak closer, you spot a white-scaled kobold with black horns.

If you want to eavesdrop, you'll need to get closer.


Egryzon:

Sorry, yes. For the time being at least.
The two women fail to notice you as you sneak closer, close enough to listen to their conversation.
Mara May wrote:
"The..." was all Marla managed to get out before her brain shut down for a moment to process what had been said. Temple attacked again? Two guardians-in-training and the Grail stolen? Marla didn't know what to feel about all that so she defaulted to angry. She hauled the pathetic figure before her up on her fit and growled two words inches from her face. "Explain. Now."

The voice that had been leading you urges you to wait a moment. Patience in all things, it stresses.

You may now read Marla's spoilers and act on them. Have Fun.


Marla May:

Audria was never the tallest person, and without her gear and the weight she'd lost over the months, she's much easier to lift than you remember. Her eyes aren't on you, but the food as you abruptly haul her up. Her hands snatch at it, barely managing to keep more than a few crumbs from falling to the grimy street.

"They came after you left," she gasps, her words almost running together. "They came in the dead of night; took the grail, my sisters, and a few others; Slaughtered the rest; and set fire to the temple. I barely managed to fight the ones that came after me off and by the time I was able to make it to the pier, they'd left and every other boat was burning. I got off when they brought the normal shipment of food and supplies. I've been looking for the ones they took ever since," she explains quickly, her voice growing more and more despondent as she gives her brief recounting to you.


Drausk:

"Certainly! I'll buy ya breakfast once we're done," the spurned elven woman answers cheerfully, the woman her lover had cheated on her with too intimidated to say much in protest. The work goes quickly, taking all of five minutes even with the time it takes the two of you ruin the other two's clothes. Most look on with amusement while a few more staid individuals tsk the entire debacle and make some rather crude comments about barbarians and those that lie with them.

The elven woman is as good as her word, leading you to a place she says has the best food. While it might not be the best you've ever had, it's more than simply delicious. The elven woman had also worked up an appetite and ordered the same thing that you were having.

"So," she says as she begins working on her second plate, "I never got your name. I'm Ariel, though most just call me Red." She gestures to her red hair to indicate the origin of her nickname. "We don't get many orc-kin out this way, at least, not many dressed as you are. Are you on a journey?"


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

"Weak," Marla grumbles as she lets the woman go. "Pull yourself together. You are the Guardian of Albia's Grail. Act like it," she snarls. She lets the woman eat while Marla paces slowly down the alley, thinking. "I knew you three were inadequate. Defeated by a bunch of cowardly thieves," she mutters as she walks. Eventually she comes to a stop and spins towards Audria. "I will postpone vengeance on the cult that attacked the temple and join your quest to find the Grail. What have you discovered about the culprits? How close are they? Eight or none months and you should be close yes?" she says headless of the irony of the statement and her own faltering quest.


male half-orc Sorcerer(Orc Blood)/Oracle (Dragon Mystery)4th,HP:28 F/R/W:+4/+4/+9,Init:+1 Per:+4,AC:14,Bite+5,Flachion+6

"Deal"Drausk threw out the heavier items seeking to break them on the ground for nothing else than to watch them shatter. He did not want to test grabbing just anything as the woman did promise him food and he really wanted that to be the case.

At the restaurant, Drausk, ordered sausage, bacon, steak, eggs, potatoes, ham, and toast. He even ordered a mead to go with it. It was a great spread but he knew he eat every bite.

"Red eh, because of the hair or the fiery spirit within?" he asked before devouring his egg dipped toast. He then answered."I am seeking something, I have a feeling in my gut that lead me from my tribe here. And as for the way I dress well, It's what I paid the iron price for. Only the weapons and wands were gifts, everything else I fought to get. It is the way of my people and their brutal gods. Me I have learned of the other gods, and I have yet to pick a new one to follow, but I also have yet to find the thing that stirs my gut?"

"What of you Red what do you do? Aside from hurl thing sout windows with gusto!" he says with a chuckle.


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Marla May:

Audria stumbles back to the wall and nearly knocks over a stack of the crates. She manages to keep her balance, but just barely. Her jaw clenches and something flares to life in her eyes as you insult her and her sisters.

"No," she says flatly. "I'm no closer now than when I started. They are elusive and know the shadows too well. As for your precious vengeance," she sneers, spitting the word out as if it tasted foul, "you needn't postpone it. They were the same ones that you ran off after."


Male Drow Elf Cleric 4/ Wizard 4 (Gestalt) HP:35/35 AC:13 FF:10 T:13 AC(MA):17 AC(SH):17 AC(MA+SH): 21 F:5 R:4 W:8 Perc:+10 Init: +7 SR:15

Zaknador walks along the streets without a care that others are looking at him with disdain. He knows his place in the world and cares not for what others may think.

Stopping to watch the human women making a scene that seems to get worse and worse with each word she speaks. He scans to area to try and figure out what this is all about and notices two things. The first is that the woman that was being so rudely man handled is a Guardian and that there are way to many eyes watching...or ears listening.

Zaknador walks towards the the Guardian but stops behind the albino Kobold. He speaks in a low calm voice that shows no hint of judgement.
Persvek tikil ingoeth taoul astahii ornla klae dout kurjh intestine ekess hang wux. Batobot ui wer punishment ihk itrewicir caught eavesdropping shafaer iri tibyni.

Draconic:

In any Drow city they would use your own intestine to hang you. That is the punishment for getting caught eavesdropping on ones superiors.

He continues to walk past the Kobold and towards the Guardian.
In this city it is just plan rude to do such a thing. If you wish to now what is going on...you should ask so. It is the proper action and shows you have some form of decorum.

Stopping in front of the Guardian, he looks at her up and down. Looking for any obvious signs of injury. His voice is soft and calming as he eases up to her.
Lady Guardian, What has happened?


Male Kobold Summoner 4 / Hydrokineticist 4 / Gestalt 4 HP: 23/23 | AC: 18/13/16 | Fort: +4 / Ref: +6 / Will: +7 | Init: +4, Darkvision 60 ft., Light Sensitivity | Perception: +8

Egryzon watches as the guardian is abused by the other woman. Rage begins to build within the kobold, whose frame begins to shake as he plots his next course of action. However, just as he decides to intervene, the kobold is startled by the sound of a new voice speaking to him; aside from that of his guide, Egryzon had heard little spoken in his native tongue in the days following his departure, and he regarded the new statement with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. My kind may be a joke to you, he thought, but there is not an elf in existence that is superior to a dragon. Before Egryzon could turn to confront the presence, though, it strode past him, revealing itself to be Knowledge (Local): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5 a particularly odd elf, the likes of which Egryzon had never seen before now.

The "elf" enters the alleyway and addresses the guardian, triggering a feeling of irritation in Egryzon. One threat was bad enough, but he could not allow his foretold ally to suffer the presence of anyone else who might hurt her. Bearing his fangs, the kobold skitters into the alleyway, where he speaks to the angry woman.

Show some respect, he growls, gesturing to the guardian; she is irreplaceable in the eyes of the Light. I have traveled far to find this woman, and I shall not stand for your attempts to hurt her. Why are you acting in such a way?


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

If the Guardian's words made Marla angry then it was hard to tell. In fact, it looked like they might have made her just a little happy. That is until to people made themselves known in the same alley. A kobold and a drow. Marla is instantly suspicious and moves to place herself between the newcomers and Audria. Part of the kobold's words seemed to confirm that suspicion too. She throws both hands in front as if trying to push against an invisible wall. Black fog fills the space in front of her hands and solidifies quickly into and large obsidian blade. She sweeps the blade in front of her and levels it at the two. "Hands where I can see them dark dewellers," she orders. "I don't need to be told of decorum from a drow," Marla says, spitting out his race like an insult. "And you, tiny, white one, who's Light are you referring too?"


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Drausk:

Sorry, but you ninja'd me last time. :)

"Probably both," Red admits with a chuckle. "As for what I do, I've got a small talent for magic and a larger one with a smithy's hammer." she says before rolling up her right sleeve and flexing her arm. The muscle is toned and larger than what you've seen on most women since leaving your tribe behind.

"So, what did you do in your tribe before you left," she asks before taking another bite of eggs and bacon.


Egryzon, Marla, and Zaknador:

The gaunt, half-starved girl looks to both Egryzon and Zaknador with surprise, suspicion, and more than a little fear.

"H-how did you know," is all she can manage to say as she takes a step back, clutching the food she'd been given by Marla tightly.


Male Drow Elf Cleric 4/ Wizard 4 (Gestalt) HP:35/35 AC:13 FF:10 T:13 AC(MA):17 AC(SH):17 AC(MA+SH): 21 F:5 R:4 W:8 Perc:+10 Init: +7 SR:15

Zaknador looks around at the area and then down at the Kobold.
Wow she is just a pillar of the community isn't she. She states the obvious as if anyone here needed to be told that I am a Drow Elf or that you are short.

He looks at the woman straight in the eyes without blinking. His hands stay right where they were, by his sides.
This woman is chaotic to say the least.
His voice is filled with sarcasm.
Ok Captain Obvious, us dark dwellers give up. You got us dead to rights for being...what exactly did we do wrong again?
He voice changes to that of a serious tone.
I did not know that aiding a Guardian in her time of need against the chaotic ramblings of a mad women was against the law in Spindle. I do however think that assault on a Guardian...IS...against the law. I do not know for certain, I have been known to be wrong before. You could plead temporary insanity...I mean you did just assault a Guardian and then turn to defend her and threaten two bystanders that came to her aid. I would say you have a good chance at getting off.

He looks at her blade...takes a step forward. Looking at her blade, he smiles and shakes his head.
Your blade is..adequate...but I have seen better...
He takes another step forward daring her to strike him down.
His voice becomes calm and neutral in tone.
Now lady, you seem to think that by spitting out insult after insult, that this will change the fact that you are in the wrong here. I suggest you put away the pointy weapon and let us tend to the Guardian...or you can tilt and try to strike me down. I mean I am right here in front of you unarmed and non threatening...that is how you like your opponents..correct? Move or strike me down. It is your choice.


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

If the drow thought Marla sensible enough to not strike him, though he dared her by stepping forward and in range, then he was sorely mistaken. She weathers the insults like a statue as he draws closer. She lowers the blade assuming a neutral stance. And for a moment, it seems things might have calmed down a bit. Then like a snake, she shifts forward and thrusts her fist deep into his stomach.

Hope I don't need to roll for this. Just RP. Not going to cause any lingering damage.

The blow drives is enough to drive the wind out of even the strongest man. The large blade swings fast for his throat and stops an inch from decapitation. She pins the drow in place with a look that promises violence of the most painful kind. A palpable malice oozes from the woman, making the whole alley feel humid but not really. Indeed, she appears to be in command of some sorcerous power that cannot bee seen but certainly felt.

"If your brain moved as fast as your mouth you would have realized now is not the time to be smartass." Her words are calm. The dangerous kind of calm that preempts a storm of violence. "You insult me and my blade and you know who it is that is standing behind me. That alone is reason enough to finish what I started," she says, indicating the blade at his throat. "So stop talking and think about why that is."

Zaknador:
What she is referring to is that the Guardian in question is not supposed to be away from the temple like this. Their duty is to protect the Grail of Albia. It is feasible that this is a new guardian since they sort of reincarnate but, being a cleric, you might already know that it isn't time for one to appear in the world. All slots are filled essentially. More likely, something very bad has happened and, despite attitude and appearance, Marla is likely an ally or protector of the Guardian. With an Int of 18 her could probably put that together. Hope you don't mind the violence.

Marla levels her piercing stare at the kobold now. "I ask again. Who's Light do you refer to and why are you looking for her?"


Male Drow Elf Cleric 4/ Wizard 4 (Gestalt) HP:35/35 AC:13 FF:10 T:13 AC(MA):17 AC(SH):17 AC(MA+SH): 21 F:5 R:4 W:8 Perc:+10 Init: +7 SR:15

and here comes the physical attack. This human women is just like any drow female...full of themselves. I have endure much worse.
Zaknador waits for the typical female response. He tightens his stomach muscles and allows the punch to hit him. Stumbling backwards as the female would then feel she is in command of the situation. He watches as the blade comes around and then nothing. Darkness has fallen on the whole alleyway.
I am totally fine with this...just RP. The way I am seeing things, my character does not know much at all about the Guardians. So he is reacting to what he is seeing. I defiantly felt that punch and probably took at least 5 damage or more.
The blade swings in for his head but Zaknador is no longer there. The darkness has given him the cover he needed to step back and away from the attack.
ouch I felt that. That will leave a mark and might have broken a rib or two.
Deeper Darkness
That was way to close, I hope I can defuse this female quickly before I have to resort to spells.
A little chuckle comes from within the darkness. His voice sounds distant and it is hard to determine where it is coming from. He is close but where is he. His voice is no longer on the ground but up above echoing off the walls.
tsk tsk tsk. How typical of a female to try and use force when force was not needed. You must have been the champion of the square peg in the round hole while growing up. Now then, you physically assault a woman that is a Guardian, insulting her and now you want to protect her. I think it is her that needs protecting from you. So again I say you are in the wrong and I suggest you put away the pointy weapon and let us tend to the Guardian. Your delicate sense of worth can be put aside until we tend to her. Once we have tended to her you can explain your action and we can do like wise. Your...weapon is just going to make things worse.

The darkness drops away and near the top of the wall sitting on the ledge is the elf.
Leveitate
You are good with that blade, I will give you that but your anger gave away your plans way before you acted on them. You are more than capable of killing me and I am trained in many ways to destroy you in a thought. That would get us nowhere. So are you going to put away the meat cleaver or do we need to start this dance all over again?
Please stand down. I do not have the spell power to take her out quickly and a drawn out battle is not what I planned on this day.


Male Kobold Summoner 4 / Hydrokineticist 4 / Gestalt 4 HP: 23/23 | AC: 18/13/16 | Fort: +4 / Ref: +6 / Will: +7 | Init: +4, Darkvision 60 ft., Light Sensitivity | Perception: +8

Egryzon shoots a glance at the elf and quickly utters something in Draconic.

Draconic:
"Perhaps she would not have noticed these facts without taking the time to talk about them?"

The kobold then turns his attention to the angry woman, who is engaged in a heated argument with the elf. After as she strikes him, Egryzon's sight is blocked by a deep darkness; by the time his vision returns, the elf can be seen atop a nearby wall. Egryzon doesn't know how he got up there, but he decides to be a bit more cautious around the human warrior, whose previous question he now attempts to answer.

"The light belongs only to the Light. The Light is powerful; the Light is wonderful. The Light has given me all I have wished for, and, in return, the Light only asks that I find and protect three 'Guardians.' The Light led me to this alleyway, and the Light specifically told me to guard this woman." Egryzon once more gestures to the Guardian.

"Now, why are you abusing this 'Guardian?'


male half-orc Sorcerer(Orc Blood)/Oracle (Dragon Mystery)4th,HP:28 F/R/W:+4/+4/+9,Init:+1 Per:+4,AC:14,Bite+5,Flachion+6

Drausk nodded as he noted her muscle tone and chuckled."I see that it's the power in those that allowed you to propel things further than I thought. As for the magic and metalsmithing, I have to say that is a rare gift" he said before stuffing more food into his mouth. He was enjoying his food but something still gnawed at his gut instinct and he wasn't sure what.

"As for what I did well I was a Shaman. My scars were earned in training after which I was bestowed my full body tattoos. Thankfully unlike my peers, I was gifted with a two-fold power. My mouth as you can tell is full of sharp teeth meant to rend flesh from bone and meat from seeds, this curse that makes me ever hungry has bestowed my gifts from the ancient wyrms of old. The second power is that my blood flows the ancient arcane power of the Orc nation. One that allows me to cast a different variety of spell. With them, I was put on a raid detail raiding and pillaging ships and smaller islands for food, weapons, and slaves. It was a harsh reality for us orcs. After a major defeat and the loss of face, I heard the voice in the void and left to find whatever was driving my gut. Which lead me here?Sorry to tell you about what I have done, but I do not shy away from it. I did what I did to survive, fortunately for me, I was able to free myself from them and have sought something else. As for what I do not know" Drausk said having stopped eating before he began to take another bite. As he did he chuckled.

"So Red, who was the disrespectful prick you threw out? Cause Not gonna lie you seem to good to fall for such a..what is the word Sugoli" he said switching to orc at the end unsure what the word was for a male bed warmer.


Harbinger 4/Armorist 4 | HP 42/42 | AC 16, Touch 12, FF 14 | CMB +8 | CMD 20 | Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +2 | Perception +0 | Spell Points 7/7

Knows of the Guardians but not what they are. Go it. Also, neat thing about her ability to Claim a target is she knows exactly where they are.

Marla looks up at the dark elf and simply...vanishes in a puff of black smoke. A pop behind the dark elf at the same time is little warning as a blade taps him on the shoulder. Relentless Warden's Strike "Hello square peg," Marla growls from behind him. She then looks down at the kobold. There is another pop and she is now standing behind him. She walks past him and back to the Guardian. "That was to show you where you stand. Which is always within reach. I don't know how you know who she is nor why you are here but this none of your concern. She is my mission and my responsibility."

The sword disappears from her hand as she places another on Audria. "Come. We should leave before other nuisances show up. You need more than trail rations. And a bath. You stink."

Audria is going to have to be the voice of reason or maybe god. Marla's too suspicious to trust either of them with someone after her.

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