The scales in your hand reveal their power to you in an instant, accompanied by memories of there various uses...
You walk among the clouds, seeing Kenebras and miles of the surrounding land from atop a great cumulus cloud...
You walk among the citizens of Kenebras, then a different town, all the while guised in a skin not your own...
Despite the demons infernal flame you resisted, your shining scales protecting you from harm...
Your claws rended the strongest demon's flesh, their hell-born skin useless against your blessed claws...
In times of great hardship you quietly casted magic to aid those in need, never asking for recognition, but smiling when you saw that the gods were praised by those thankful for help...
Your last moments, the strongest enemy has come, you chose to save others over yourself. Using what little time you have left to save as many as you can...
Lol, don't remind me! I feel bad about that, a good idea turned into a sloth like monster of regret. :(
You've picked up six scales. Kieran only:
Cloudwalking: Three times per day as a standard action,
Disguise: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale
Resistance: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale
Sacred Weaponry: Three times per day as a standard action,
Martyr's Bargain: 3/day
Wrap up with Kiri:
You response garners that same, oily feeling of perverse pleasure that you felt before just as the dragons presence disappeared completely. The darkness formed dragon vanished back into its swirling mass and after several minutes the all consuming shadow disappeared completely.
Since I haven't had an update I will roll out what I have from Corsario.
Diplomacy - Improve Attitude: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 2 + 2 = 33
Eventually Danath is able to coax more information out of them with Symon and Janus's help. It's then that you all discover you are far to the west of Pitax. Your currently in the Thousand Breaths forest and Ni'Tir roughly calculates you are close to five hundred miles from Restov. The mother and son are people of note from Pitax as well, ever so grateful to have avoided this close brush with the fey and most likely death...
Will leave it at that for now. I believe now we advance Characters to Lvl 8 Myth 2 and Cohorts to lvl 6/Myth 1. We will also begin Kingdom building, posting some ideas in the ooc thread to get things started.
I have no new information about the other two threads so for now we are on hold. Thank you, lets have fun and have some great holidays! :D
DI - I read your post and your quick descent and your men's activity attracted the above clerics attention. However as she stated their leadership is in the temple. Your group has landed close to the temple in question. However it is more like a hot drop, dropping into an ongoing battle and attempting to find the command unit.
Please keep up the good work, I wasn't trying to diminish your post. Currently the command structure is in the temple, other commanders are participating in the battle.
Capital City Name - Rough
Trivium - "Latin (Draconic?)for 'Fork'" Other Meanings: crossroad, place where three roads meet, public street, highway, highroad.
Google translate made it sound cool when it pronounced it~
I was trying to think of a good Origin, Homeland, Trade City like name for the Capital. I'm very open to idea's. :)
Off to bed for now, have fun everyone!
So, kinda on hold, waiting for some info from Corsario before I continue the main thread. However I am going to get my characters lvled up to the appropriate stages ahead of time. Also we should establish the build order for the city and the roles everyone is going to fill. I will get a comprehensive list up as soon as I can and we will start Moving forward with our kingdom building despite the rough/quasi stall we are in.
We already know the kingdom name but we will need to figure out the rest for sure.
If everyone is busy with holiday stuff then please post what you can and I can carry on from there. I am at work for another 9 days so I have time right now. After that my posting will be more sporadic due to being home and busy with family stuff.
Max Gold Lomar, sorry if I went to quick on you. :(
You language is fine and i'm not complaining at all, but you are right Bikers, Truckers and Oilfield workers have the worst potty mouth's in the world sometimes lol!
I am trying not to be dragging you guys by the nose, I haven't done an AP in a long time and hope this remains fun and trying to keep it somewhat fast pace as you all were close to being done with characters. I did however dropped a huge bomb on you all.
The Spider twitches again but makes no indication of attacking. Its abodmen shifts ever so slightly as it sits only twenty feet away from the rubble strewn zone...
Edit: WHOOPS mean't to put it in and here it is!
You are all in a 15 by 20 ft rubble zone and it's sitting twenty feet outside of that, we will say Lomar is 25 ft away at this point. Until you exit the rubble you are in difficult terrain. It won't account against your first move but unable to charge. Strange I know. :P
Sorry Ethyra but yes you could splint it. My bad there. I knew however you'd figure it out. :D
Heal DC 15 to create a Splint - PASSED with ease
You have Anevia sit on a large piece of rubble and a few minutes of work, Ethyra used splinters of wood and rope from the rubble to fashion a splint for Anevia's leg, allowing her to hobble with the aid of an improvised crutch formed from a fallen timber. The look of relief on the woman's face is an instant sign that Anevia was in pain but feeling much better. "I may not be able to use a bow but I will do my best to help out." She hobbles onto her crutch and despite being injured she is now able to move on her own, leaving you free to do your work.
Excellent job, Anevia is now friendly. :)
Retcon slightly - Due to Ethyra's Post ;)
The woman turns slowly to Ethyra. "Anevia, ya I can feel my legs and my left one hurts like hell..." Now that Ethyra is close the rubble doesn't appear to be pinning her leg, its just shored up around her leg. With your help you both clear it away and Unsteadily Anevia rises, primarily using her right leg and when she tries to use her left leg she screams in pain.
Those watching the spider see it move ever so slightly...
Anevia sticks part of her glove in her mouth as she bites down on it, stiffling her scream. It's obvious to Ethyra that the leg is broken and beyond her ability to heal...
Jaeger interaction with the elven man gains the unfriendly attention of the human in fine clothes. "He's fine. Wizards fall softer then most."
The elven man reacts to Jaegers hand, bringing his own to lightly touch Jaegers arm. "Good to meet you Jaeger, I am Aravashnial. I was too close to the Stormlord... The last thing I remember was being lashed across the face, although it wasn't on purpose or else I don't think I would have survived. How many are here? And a spider lurks nearby you say?" One of his hands begins to surge with magical energy, you didn't know how useful a blind wizaard was but he appeared clearly ready to fight if needed.
Sense Motive DC 20:
Now that you are interacting with him it is more apparent this man is used to a position of power or being in charge. However in his current state his insecurities are making him more desperate to be in control.
"I hate to burden you but I will need someone to guide me..."
The woman remains quiet, watching how you all react and drawing a shortbow. Without a word she nocks an arrow and readies to defend herself...
Ah yes, unless noted you guys don't have all of your supplies. As I wouldn't assume you'd be packing gear through a festivel. If I am wrong then by all means have your pack. But I trust you can role play the situation without my interference. The torch however remains as is, you have it done deal. :) The question is how many do you have? >:)
The ceiling and far walls of this vast cavern recede into darkness. On one side, the wall has collapsed in an enormous mound of rubble—here and there the arms or legs of victims who didn’t survive the fall protrude...
Darkvision 30ft+ Only
Cid's Eyes only ;):
Your lengthy darkvision reveals a bit more of the area your all in, because of your experiance in the underdark your able to make out outlines better then most. In the back of the cavern, a disturbing shape looms. Nearly the size of a horse, what appears to be an immense black spider crouches silent and still on the ground. You can easily tell its a giant spider of some sort and a very very large one at that. You can tell from the outline of its mandibles that it is looking right at all of you...
All other darkvision users 30+ only:
In the back of the cavern, a disturbing shape looms. Nearly the size of a horse, crouches silent and still on the ground orientated in your direction.
Perception dc 15:
In the back of the cavern, a disturbing shape looms. Nearly the size of a horse, crouches silent and still on the ground orientated in your direction.
Your not going to hurt my feelings, however my initial racist post I wrote aimed at Jaeger and Ethyra's characters was a little/way too harsh.
I myself am not affected by foul language slurrs and such, I can't understand them or how they have power over people. Normally those who insult me get angry when I laugh at them for their inability to interact with people normally. Thats why I changed it up perswonally, Kiedren's wasn't aimed at anyone, which is a major difference hehe.
If ever I cross the line let me know. The Angelo's/Crosses know that I have been angry before and it goes in the Discussion thread and you will know the day I get mad. I'm opinionated and certain people justm make me lose it. Now that I am in a supervisory role I am learning to calm such hasty reactions. It's hard but i'm growing up, well more :P.
Besides I work in the Oilfield and up here you hear EVERYTHING and deal with every type of attitude and nastiness there is in the Human Genome.
By the way Massive Info DUMP! >:D
The others survivors are...
The first is a woman, who's sitting on the ground where she landed. She coherent looking around the room once the torch lights up and trying to get her bearings. She's very quiet, stoic and covered in dirt and dust in appearance. Her leg is also surrounded by larger debris...
The second is an elven man in battered robes, with horrific burns on his face, both of his eyes are gone. Despite his injuries his voice is strong and steady; obviously this elven man was used to a position of power. "Hello, who's there?" He reaches out and slowly pats the ground and waves his hands in the air in the direction he hears voices. This is being distorted by echoing off the cave walls.
The last man is fussing over the despairing effect the fall had on his fine clothes. "Why in hellfire did this happen to me? And who are you motely lot?" He gives some of you an appraising look and sniffs in a disappointed higher than though way.
You’re distracted by the glimmer of several silver coloured items mixed in the rubble. During your quick investigation you discover a handful of silver scales...
Well with his rl problems and not being able to post as often its understandable he couldn't keep up with three games with 4-6 players in each. =/ Even I am having a hard time lol! And he not only dmed here but was in a band, ran games at his home in real life. Simply overwhelemed on top of bad rl events. :(
Jaegers's act of mercy for his wife is rewarded by a grim scene, as light floods the chamber those with darkvision realize what they had been looking at and mentally blocking out. You all feel the cold caress of mother crows hand as you spot the remains of people mixed in the rubble, those who sadly didn't survive...
It's then, at this scene of carnage and death that everythign comes rushing back...
At noon Armasse was blessed by the appearance of Lord Hulrun himself, ruler of Kenabres. The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor.
To the west, the fortress known as the Kite—the location of Kenabres’s wardstone—had vanished. In its place, a brilliant plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens.
A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied a welcome sight rising from the crowd—Kenabres’s greatest guardian, the ancient silver dragon Terendelev, who had until that moment been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human. Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming sword and whip. The creature’s identity was immediately obvious: Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, had come to Kenabres!
As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above. The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cut deep into Terendelev’s body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd.
Denison's smile turned downward in a grim hardened edge and before Jaeger could so much as flinched the aged crusaders blade was sliding over his shoulder and the feeling of warmth splashed against his backside. Followed by the scream of something not of this earth. Denison shouted for you both to fall back but as he did a shadow fell over him from behind. A creature appeared out of no where, wielding a massive axe and in one swing severed Denison's sword arm. Despite the loss of his arm Denison shouted in rage and came around with his shield, slamming it across the horned goat demons muzzle and driving it stumbling back. Without second thought you both started falling back, Conrad right on your heels...
Lasciel and Lomar never saw it coming, as all hell broke loose they were frozen by a fear they'd never felt before in their lives. The very presence of the Stormlord froze them in place. Tedren was shaking as he surged forward and threw you both to the side. He was rewarded for his heroism by a demons axe burning with infernal fire. It passed through him, searing his armor, blackening the steel and causing him to stagger as the demon slowly turned toward both of you. Tedren turned to you both as you laid their in the street, eyes wide in horror as the demonic goat demon raised its axe. Clearly in shock Tedren spoke, each word sounding like it took more effort to speak then the last. "Run... Now... Survive... Please..." The demon, clearly annoyed by this mortal's speaking, strikes Tedren in the chest with the bottom of his axe handle and Tedren falls. His torso fell back and his waist and legs fell forward. AS it twirled its blade and stepped on blackened cloven feet to finish you both, Tedren's remaining allies surged forward, striking at the demon with well trained blows. Driving it back as you both scrambled to your feet, fleeing into the panic stricken crowd...
All the distractions left Cid wide open, he never saw it coming when the waitresses wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He turned and realized instantly that this wasn't the same woman as before. But a replacement, he was entranced though, Kiedren's yell of surprise was lost on him as the woman leaned in. Just as she was about to press her lips against his a dull thud and a spray of black demonic blood shocked him out of his trance. The demoness stumbled back, her bat wings forming and horns sprouting out of her head as she tore at the arrow in her arm. Cid's eyes fell on the elf from before, the one that left in disgust, now kneeled with a bow in her hands. Before the demoness could recover two more arrows slammed into her and the elf shouted. "Begone Abyssal Wh#$e! You'll not claim the souls of those I am sworn to protect!"
She rose to her feet knocking another arrow, but she never saw the demon that appeared behind her. An eight armed monstrosity, armed with several infernal blades and reeking of such powerful evil that the two hardened men shook in fear of the creature. with four of its arms it grappled the elf, knocking the bow from her hand, ripping the front of her armor and clothing off in one smooth motion. The female, lamia like demon smirked with dark pleasure as it ran its free hand over the defiant near nude elf it held in its powerful grasp helplessly several feet off the ground. "If you had remain hidden, i'd not have found you so easily Eruraviel~" As she struggled it leaned in and ran a serpent tongue across her now bare shoulder, the elf shrieked in outrage as the demon whispered somethin in her ear.
Perception DC 25:
"I will enjoy breaking you..."
Eruraviel - Elven Name meaning:
Lioness of God
...then they were gone, the elven bow and broken chain armor lay scattered on the street as you both fled the diner...
You all somehow find yourselfs gathered together in the plaza square, some of you have your weapons drawn. Back to back amid the chaos in the streets, the sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness.
Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell, the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above was gone...
Other voices join in the chorus of confusion and pain. Three other poor souls appear to have survived with the rest of you...
As Aurora departs, Captain Carroll sighs. "Saw this coming... POP THE HATCH! Let her out before she gets riled!" His shout is answered by a series of Aye, Sir followed by the sound of metal on metal and unseen mechanical gears suddenly springing to life.
Then it hits all of you, a fresh smell, cleaner air rushing in to replace the heavy used air to lay in this section of the temple. For several moments the area circulates, much to your relief. "I have one last room to show you and then we return to the tea before it gets bitter..." Seeing Bera's state he signals a couple of his men. Namely the overly pushy medic that has thus far annoyed Ael. "Take her to the infirmary, see she is tended to properly."
The medic looks at Bera and then to Ael. "Need a bit of freshening up as well marm? Trust me I got a concoction that have you both on the up and up." He offers her his hand...
Will post modified stats for your troops when I have time. Which is uncertain right now :( sorries~
AS you land you men are already taking enemy combatants into account and several thrall warriors drop to their deadly fire. However as you stand there the enemy takes notice and starts to amass, much to the frustration of the embattled clerics who are trying to keep the enemy contained. A battle cleric breaks off from the fighting, reaching you lines and despite you injuries she approaches you. "Please report to the Temple, High Priest Munro wishes to speak with you!" She shouts over the din and looks at you expectantly.
Lasciel and Lomar
????: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
You easily gain Kael's attention, he looks you in the eyes and appears completely stunned. After a few moments he recovers and smiles warmly. Breaking eye contact he closes his eyes and nods slowly in acknowledgement of your appreciation. "Anytime." He watches her leave for a moment, not in a leering way but as if he were entranced, after a moment he appears to shake it off and returns to the fighting ring. You catching him slapping his cheeks a little as he walks away from the rail...
"It's not about them it's about you. Call it what you will Power, Dark Magic or Showing off when did the Witch Hunters ever differentiate Lomar? Give them a reason and we won't be able to do anything, even Denison would be powerless. We sit on the edge of the war and people are as people will be so all I ask is keep it under control, please. If you have to defend yourself, fine. But unless words turn to swords then keep your cool." The man was remarkably patient and to the point. However your dismissal goes completely ignored, for a moment a frown appears on the guardsmens face as he takes your tone rather negatively. "Thats it for now, but I am serious about what I said."
He tips his helm at you then your sister. "Apologies for the trouble Lasciel, Lomar, now please enjoy Armasse." That was the last thing Guardsmen Tedren ever said to you both...
Denison shakes his head at Jaegers explination. "No excuses Jaeger, ya drew first and their affront will be dealt with if I find them. But next time keep your sword sheathed unless actually threatened, that is unless you weant it peacebonded. Again." He points a finger at Angelo, bringing his full glare down on the younger man.
"No excuses from you either. I heard about your boys comment about Garret De Angelo. Ya'll crossed a line and if you see them again ya tell them there ass is mine. As for you, Get Out Of My Sight." Conrad swallows, hard, as Denison was a hard man and even Jaeger remembers the first time he crossed the line with the survivor of two Crusades. It wasn't a good memory...
He looks back to you both, focusing on Ethyra. "Keep your boy on a shorter leash, at least he had the good sense to marry you... To bad thats all the good sense he has." He smiles broadly meaning it as a hard joke but only as a joke. This moment was forever burned into your collective memories...
Kiedren and Cid
This time when the buxom waitress comes around she seems to hang around Cid, obviously more friendly then before. "So where are you from tall dark and handsome~" She smiles broadly at him before pausing, looking towards a platform that had been erected in the plaza for Lord Halrun to speak...
Your heads throb with thunderous headaches. Your ears are ringing. Your all having trouble breathing. After a few moments, the sounds of rocks clattering, coughing, and moans of pain, as well as the choking smell of dust, become apparent as your senses seem to return, but it remains pitch black. Feeling around in the darkness, you can feel rubble all around, and realize that your bodies are covered in dirt and filth. Despite the general aches and pains, none of the you are injured. You are all in pitch black, no light sources whatsoever...
For those of you with darkvision or a light source...:
You see that you are in a large underground cavern, one wall of which is an enormous mound of rubble. The air is filled with dust, and now and then small rockslides of gravel tumble down the mound...
The cloud twists and starts to writh before you after you yell your insult across the span between you and your opponent. After a moment the cloud forms, twisting into a similar shape as the dragon that had just fled. Despite its inconsistent form its sneer and malice was still easily recognizable across its shadow muzzle.
It was then Kiri heard the dragon’s voice, although it wasn't with her ears but within her mind. It’s intrusion was loud but not painful, it wasn’t a persuasion or a charm either but telepathic. ::Do not misunderstand mortal! I will take great pleasure in [i]breaking you as my pet! And your time shall come!::[/i] The sick feeling of that thought invaded Kiri’s mind for a moment, the acrid smell of the dragons lair. The chains in which she would be bound hanging heavily from her limbs...
For the briefest of moments her mind was there...
Then the thought ended followed by the dragons image appearing to silently laugh, its head rolling back as the feeling of pleasure rolled across the bond it temporarily shared with Kiri. But the feeling was soon replaced with a sort of intrigue, the image then appeared to be deep in thought, appraising her as she floated so far away from it. ::However I must admit I was surprised...you are unlike any I have faced before. No Redemption. No Mercy. Only Death! It is so satisfying to face one who seeks to end her enemies as [i]viciously as I! We shall meet again my pet!::[/i]
The form began to dissipate back into the cloud of darkness in which it formed, however its presence in her mind remained for a few moments…
Feel Free to make a response. :D
Back with the group~
Ni'Tir's form shifts as she awakens, bones crack and burnt reptillian skin becomes ebony smooth skin once more. She was groggy but on her feet, regarding the scene of the battles post chaos warily before realizing their enemies were gone. She crouched down then and held her head, her hands in her dreadlocks.
Symon's questioning is answered by the befuddled looks from the mother and son. The boys mother answered first, still clearly shaken by the whole ordeal. "They.. We don't know why but... They were trying to catch us. We don't know how we evaded them but if it wasn't for you they would have caught us both. Thank you all so much!" She is nearly in tears as she explains. Her son is quiet, nodding in thanks to Symon as he stares at Symon's bloody mace...
Sadly your not able to get close enough but I will finish this wrap up as your the only one chasing after it at the moment.
Kiri's chase didn't fail to gain the dragons attention. In fact as she flew after it she noticed it looking back at her. However since she was too far away it didn't pay much more attention to her. It did however create a cloud of darkness behind it, temporarily allowing it to dissappear from Kiri's line of sight.
Darkness 35 ft off the ground with a 70 ft radius
The dark cloud swirls a few hundred feet in front of Kiri, blocking out all the light in that area...
A great black cloud begins to swirl, five hundred feet off to the east, one hundred thirty feet in height and blocking out the line of sight you had of the ascending black dragon...
Still moving forward~ Once we get some answers from Corsario will move to aid in Creating our Kingdom Placement and such~
The mechanical Priests torn face sways back and forth disgustingly as he regards you wordlessly for a moment. It's then you can see tht his head piece is damaged on the back right side. "Sentinel Tal'Dur. Chosen, I was assigned to defend this section. I have done so for time immemorial and have lost count of the hours or days that may have passed. I have been here, I was unable to stop them from opening the door as this time they came in strength. This Temple has fallen to the enemy and it is imperative you return to your chambers. Now."
Aucturn regards the Sentinel with a dismissive look and places a hand on her hip as she notices your change in attitude. "See what you've done Tal'Derp, no fun at all... Now move, we're leaving."
The twins remain standoffish, grouping together with each other and watching everyone warily. The gladitor appears edgy and ready to bring violence if threatened...
AC 20, touch 19, flat-footed 17 (+5 Dex, +1 dodge +4 natural)
HP (damage dealt/max hp) 13/127
Fort +9, Ref +10, Will +13
Defensive Abilities channel resistance +4; DR 10/ bludgeoning
and magic (Currently Surpressed Not Applicable); Immune undead traits; SR 21
Leon's strike is deflected with such ease its enraging. It was if he was moving in slow motion compared to the sniper. As his face passes close to his opponent he sees the pale sniper smile ever so slightly. Leon however distracted the sniper long enough to allow his wife to make an excellent slash along the enemies side. He doesn't react to it, their blood having stopped flowing long ago and turns his rifle to bear on her at point blank range.
Rifle Attack 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
Free Action - Rifle
The Rifle slams a round into Aurora and then the rifle is gone, replaced by a pistol in the pale snipers right hand. A cruel smirk crawls up its dead cracked cheek.
Cassian's tone doesn't lighten Aurora's attitude, in fact she looks at him in shock before becoming almost stony in appearance. Her voice now was hard, harder than ever before. "You will be disappointed by what you find Cassian. I want only to cleanse this temple but your path will lead only to its destruction. If you free it, it will kill you all."
She wields the staff, its head crackling with power before closing and discharging the energy harmlessly into the air, causing everyone’s hair to stand on end from pure static flow in the surrounding air. She looks to Mir but at MIr's reaction she steps back. Looking saddened she speaks quietly. "Your kind amazes me to this day, if you choose to awaken those in the chambers here I beg you to tread lightly, they were the first to wield magic and the effects of which were not kind to some of their minds. Some changed, darkened spiritually to the point they nearly switched to the enemy side before they were detained. I was never part of interring those here in these chambers. So I do not know what you will find."
With that she turns away, adding some last words quietly before spreading her wings once more. "Good luck and farewell." With a low metallic hum she begins to float and within a few seconds speeds off towards the Guards barricade by the lift.
Posting this for ARV: (No worries bud! :) )
Arv continued to restrain the little angry fey until he reached the side of the pit, carefully traversing the edge as the sweet almost sickly smelling air compelled him to move away. Being an alchemist he was strong enough to resist the urge to retreat. Uncermoniously he deposited his opponent into the pit and before it splashed into the acid he had already turned away and watched as Kiri's spell bounced off the dragon...
The dragon keeps up its powerful hovering as its minion's move to try and take down the heroes. Despite its injuries its presence was still as powerful as before, assured that such earthbound worms could not be it's downfall. Then it's wing beats paused, casuing its debris field to falter before it resumed its powerful rythm. It craned its neck to look back towards the north. After a couple wingbeats it begins moving forward once more, the great debris cloud subsiding as it ignored the heroes completely. The air snapped with air wingbeat, the shear pressure was enough to drive the small fey to the ground as the black dragon passed wordlessly overhead speeding off to the east. It slowly ascended skyward but never looked back...
FRA - Run - Leaving Combat to the east
When the dragon departed the fey broke completely. They weren't fools, over half their number had been slain and now that the dragon was gone they had no reason to stay. They began to scatter, in all directions, the one facing Janus snarled at the woman and child. "Keep dem then! We'll..." He pauses as his scythe slips out of his grasp again. Snarling in frustration before cursing Janus once more and abandoning its weapon.
Janus's opponent - Withdraw 60ft
Apologies for the wait, for some reason the last three times I posted this it didn't post :(
Cid and Kieran
The coming of the guardsman is no surprise, they efficently and swiftly hem in those involved in the recent confrontation and so far things appear to be going well enough. Some of the guardsmen appear to know those who were involved in the confrontation, leading to a much more relaxed atmosphere.
Your waitress returns with another round of drinks, on the house for you both, accompanied with another round of large turkey legs and stuffing. As she moves away once more things around the square begin to liven up some...
The appearance of the Kenebras guard hastily leads to Lomar being outed by one of the onlookers of the recent confrontation. The guard approach, you knew them to be fair. Hard but fair, even for the strangeness of your sibiling. Denison was no stranger to you both, he had been there while you were growing up, he got you out of trouble many times, especially Lomar.
However as they closed in on him, preparing to give him a pep talk or possily remove him from the area, Kael approached the rails. Leaning heavily on the rails as he hailed the guardsmen. "Is there a problem here?"
One of the guardsmen moved away from Lomar and approached Kael, appearing completely at ease around the Aasimar. "We were told of a disruption here, supposed shadow magic was being used."
Kael regards the guardsman with a curious look before shrugging his massive shoulders. "If you believe everything your told we still be jumping at shadows. It is Armasse isn't it? Can you overlook this and allow them to enjoy the day?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
The guardsmen's hardened look softened and wordlessly the man nodded and moved back over to his fellows as they hemmed in Lomar. Through this Kael watched quietly, wiping away the sweat from his brow and looking relaxed as the crowd murmured quietly.
You were hemmed in, three guardsmen from Denison's squad who you knew well enough. One was called away by Kael and after a few moments of quiet conversation with the seemingly dragon blooded aasimar he returns. Their hardened expression gone, replaced by a more patient look as they began their questioning. "Good Day Lomar, now whats this we were hearing you were using magic in the street? Some say dark magic but we know better. So tell us what happened?"
Lomar, Ethyra and Jaeger
Less then a minute after Conrad finishes speaking, you see the Kenebras city watch come tromping up at a face pace. Clearly someone tipped them off as to what was going on. Leading them is a man that Jaeger is all too familiar with, a Captain of the city watch and close friend to his father. Denison Redding, a no non-sense type of soldier in his late fifties who is able to outfight men half his age.
Like your father he was once a well respected crusader, having fought since the third crusade and it was during the end of the fourth crusade that your father met him. He too was the only survivor of a brigade that took on the demonic forces of the Storm Lord and Denison was left for dead when the demons slaughtered his entire brigade. Stories vary on how he survived. He and a handful of men returned to Kenebras, broken but alive, and have worked to train the cities guards in how to fight demons. They are hard but fair defenders of the city, well respected by the citizens and known by the crossblooded for their fairness despite the racial intolerences in the city.
Seeing it was you at the center of the distrubance Denison gives an exasperated sigh. "Dammit boy, what are ya doin? Especially during Armasse you draw your blade? Come now ya know better!" He looks to conrad and your wife, looking like he understood what was going on in an instant. "Good Day Ethyra, this fella here bothering ya'll?" Conrad looks downcast under Denison's scrutiny, the old soldier had a stare that would turn most men's guts to water.
Ethyra di Angelo wrote:
Conrad grimaces in response to the truth and pulls off the medal indicating his chosen legion. "The other groups wouldn't allow trash like me to join them, I came to fight. Not to sit idle and become penniless. I hadn't realized how mercenary I had become until recently..." He drops the medallion on the ground and grinds it into the cobblestone with his thick heeled boot. "Don't get me wrong..." He looks to Jaeger, clearly distrustful of his inhuman appearance but more polite about then his former companions. "... I agree somewhat with their sentiments but if we oust every crossblood for their appearance or some other mundane excuse. Then shouldn't we oust everthing that is inhuman? When would the intolerence end, with words? Pain? Death? It goes against the dreamer and despite my wariness I am open to the possibility that anyone can be a force for good. Even those two..."