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The group has little time to gather itself as a strangled shriek echoes from within the structure, worse then the first time and causing the hairs on the backs of your neck to rise up. Cid points out the change of the green light emanating in the chamber, it was starting to shift and grow brighter. Most likely the source of the shriek is linked to the curse.
The sound of mail clattering can be easily heard along with the jangling of metal plates...
You have two rounds worth of actions you may perform before combat resumes. I will utilize previous Ini rolls. Jeager you only have a move action and a single round action remaining. Use them well everyone!
The shadow above you casts off it's shadow and bathes the area beneath it in a foul light. A dark chuckle echoes through the air around you and the sand under your feet blackens as a strange pressure weighs down on you from above. A voice like a death rattle echoes from the malevolent being hovering over the both of you. "I tire of this. Kill them and be done with this!"
Channel Negative - Leon and Aurora: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 5, 4, 1) = 22
A wave of negative washes over the badly damaged sniper and quickly heals it. Leaving it more intact to fight the battered Leon and Aurora. It also gains a dark shimmer about its person, something wasn't right. Then, with surprising quickness, it steps to Leon's left as it angles the pistol to shoot him just below the knee as Aurora watched how casually he performed the act. It reloaded before Leon could even react, it's movements were much quicker now. Much more precise now that it wasn't being toyed with...
Necrotite pistol Round at LEON! (Touch AC):: 1d20 + 18 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 18 + 1 - 4 = 26
AC 20, touch 19, flat-footed 17 (+5 Dex, +1 dodge +4 natural)
HP (damage dealt/max hp) 91/127
Fort +9, Ref +10, Will +13
Defensive Abilities channel resistance +4; DR 10/ bludgeoning
and magic ; Immune undead traits; SR 21
Post premade, filler.
Your speech is followed by another shocking sight. The statues begin to crumble, each of the Paladin's of the Wall, turning to dust before they ever hit the floor. Munro, with tears running down his face still speaks softer than ever before as he answers your question. "Pray."
He touches his symbol to his vestments, before the darkness completely envelops the chamber again, making him shimmer in the dark. Providing enough light for your return to the surface...
The thralls were overwhelming the barricades; the smell of the ancient dead mixed with the newly dead was enough to twist any man's guts. Except for the Cygnus 221st Trencher squad, they were fighting to retake the lower district. To quell the dead and the foul necromancer that was twisting the guts of the city into a labyrinth of the dead and dying. However the 221st had suffered heavy casualties, over half their unit was down and still the fight raged on. The fall of Cygnus ships of the line out in the ocean wasn't heartening either, there was no support coming, they were on their own.
Their commander was a practical man; he gave no flowery speeches, no words of how their deeds would be remembered. No, he spoke with his actions and they had made a headlong rush to the heart of the lower district and in the process gunned down almost a dozen necromancers and yet still more infested the district. Half their squad dug in hard around a small temple, teeming with the poor and injured citizens who sought protection within Morrow's humble halls. Praying for a miracle as the 221st fought to the death outside. The structure had taken a beating, between gun and spell damaging the hollowed walls leaving them scorched and riddled with holes. However it still stood, as did the Trenchers.
Another rush of thralls left them with twenty more men down and yet the thralls continued to gather like an angry tide set to swallow them whole. The last charge would be their undoing, they had barely enough men to hold the thin line they had and the next surge would break them completely. The dead would overtake their barrier and the temple would be lost. With low ammunition the trenchers transferred their remaining cartridges to the Chain crews before they pulled back to the temple proper. The dead circled them, preparing for the final surge, their commander stood with his amassed men on the steps of the temple, abandoning their sand bags as they prepared to protect the temple steps to the last man.
It was the first time they had seen their commander so battered, yet he was undaunted as he stood at the head of their formation. A broken blade stuck out of his side and three gunshot wounds openly bled from his chest and the side of his neck. He bark was as powerful as ever before as he started giving orders. "READY SWORDS!" The trenchers drew their short swords before the command was even finished. "WE WILL DEFEND THIS PLACE TO THE LAST MAN! THEY WILL NOT BREACH THE DOORS WHILE WE STILL DRAW BREATH! FOR CYGNUS! TO THE DEATH!" They slapped their visor's shut roaring in unison as the dead rushed forward, a tide of gnashing teeth, clawed hands and broken weapons that would prove unstoppable this time. The Trenchers levelled their swords so that the first strike was a massive thrust, readying themselves so they could stab the thralls in the head.
They flooded over the sandbags despite the powerful spray of chain gun fire tearing through the mob of thralls and zombies. They tripped over themselves, the sickening sounds of bones breaking as the weight of the mob crushed their fallen number in their haste to devour the living. As they ascended the steps the Trenchers changed their stance, swords leveled to receive the charge...
============In The Skies===========
The Gloria was holding its position, they downed numerous Rakers yet they kept coming. Her battered crew remained undaunted, ready to give their lives in service to their nation. Badly injured Musketeers and Marines lined the deck, readying for the next boarding attempt as the roar of cannon's continued to deafen the Artillery crew below deck. A Cryxian Blackship burned under their withering fire. The Gloria was a ship of the line, among the oldest and today her Captain believed would be her last. Her hull was cracked, broken by the ramming prow of a burning Blackship before they brought it completely down. It was only a matter of time before she completely gave in...
Until then they would fight, every ship stopped was yet scores of undead and insane pirates that never made it to the Cygnus coast. Their Captain was Taliana Culdain, a seasoned veteran and well respected member of the Cygnus Navy. Her exploits made her legendary, along with her esteemed position as the Gloria's Captain. She addressed her crew as the Blackship sank beneath the clouds, a great explosion signalling its end as the thick cloud cover surged upward before settling back into the dark sea of white that surrounded them now. "They dared to attack Cygnus and look at the price they pay! There is no room for Cryxian's in our skies! FIGHT ON! FOR CYGNUS! FOR FREEDOM!" The crew's response was cut short by a lookout's cry...
More Cryxian's were approaching...
Dozens of Rakers loomed on the dark horizon, the foul stench of their necromantic engines the first indicator of their approach. They were coming straight for the lone Airship that blocked their path; they had come to sink the Gloria. Taliana waved her hand wide as she gave commands to her lieutenants who transmitted her orders throughout the ship. The old ship of the line turned, readying her broadside for a full barrage; she would not go down easily...
Then a blast of sunlight blinded all aboard the Gloria as a Rift formed between the beleaguered airship and the oncoming Cryxian's. A golden object punched through the rift with the ease of a hot knife through butter, once it was clear of the rift it slapped shut with a echoing thunder clap and what was now before her was awe inspiring to say the least. An airship of alien design, unlike anything she had seen before, too sleek to be Qin, too under armored to be Imperial, far more elegant then any Lyonessian vessel and too New to be a Free City ship. It hovered there noiselessly, almost as if it didn't exist at all...
=============On the beachhead===============
The Red Dogs were injured but undaunted, their quick landing had torqued their Stellia drive in ways best described in curses that would make a maiden blush. The merc's were fighting the undead that held the beach while a handful of them killed a pesky sniper and destroyed some chaingun crews hunkered down in foxholes on the beach. The Red Dogs had succeeded in taking down one of the foxholes luckily and the sniper seemed to have been silenced. Just as they started to breath easy they spotted an ominous shape hovering over the beach, their Commander Barnabus looked on grimly before smiling savagely. "Boys it's time ta get the Commadore! And that right bastard is our first target!"
A dark chuckle ran through the crew as men moved to do as they were told, rushing below deck to the locked armory at the rear. It would take some time though to move it....
=============Test of Faith==============
The Lyonessian Cleric fended off the attacks of several thralls before shattering them with a burst of his goddesses heavenly might. Again she cleared the side street he had chosen to defend and yet more came...
She couldn't hold on forever, despite the magic healing her and destroying the dead she was quickly approaching her limits and the young acolyte felt her faith waver as more of the dead slammed together and rushed down the alley towards her. With little options left she used the grenade she'd pulled from a fallen soldier and collapsed the doorway to the building she had tried to defend. She ran than for everything she was worth, until her lungs were fit to burst, before reaching the end of the twisting maze of undead infested alleyways and into the open square in some part of the lower district.
Her heart sank as she found that in every direction the dead moved in packs like rabid dogs and their dead eyes twisted towards her as she appeared in the middle of their mob. They surged at her as one, spitting blood, screaming, clawing and biting as they came to rend her apart. As they closed in the young acolyte raised her symbol and released the last of her goddesses might, shattering the dark magic that held these poor souls in its sway. Scores of the dead fell around her, piling high and temporarily slowing the next wave as they scrambled after the now retreating Acolyte. She went for the highest spot in the square, a statue she was familiar with and revered daily. She felt a tinge of irony as she drew out her light mace while standing on the shoulders of a paladin of the wall.
To think she would die on the shoulders of the one's known to have saved Rennor countless times and yet she would die as a nameless corpse among so many others...
She held her holy symbol in one hand as the first of the dead surged up the sides of the statue. "I am Patricia Del'Von and I will not die here! Not this day!" As the first zombie seized her foot she brought her mace down with a sickening crunch...
"DADDY!" His daughter screamed his name as he the zombie tore into his side with gnashing teeth. He would have screamed if the other zombie didn't have such a firm grip on his head. He struggled with the two creatures that were once his neighbors. Breaking stool and table as he fought to keep them away from his family...
The sounds of more of the ravenous dead made his blood run cold, he could hardly handle two. If more got inside he'd be powerless to stop them. He head butted the one that held him from behind as he simultaneously drove his fist into the one biting his side. It staggered them, showing him they were much slower when thrown off balance...
A weakness he could exploit...
As the first recovered he brought his fists up and cracked it twice upside the head before it was fully standing. The second bite at him and missed and he gave it the same one, two treatment. Each fist strike pushed them backwards until he finally picked up a chair and broke it across the Biter's head. Its head broke under the weight of the oak chair, barely cracking it as its skull split open like a watermelon. As it slumped to the floor he was bitten again by the head grabber. As it's teeth dug into his shoulder he drove it towards the fireplace, pushing the dead man into the burning hearth where he proceeded to knock it's teeth out and used the chair to pin it in the flames. With little time before the remaining dead stormed into the broken front door of their home he turned to his panicked wife. "Giselle! Get them below! Do it NOW!" She looked at him for an instant as he gave her his most roguish smile. "Be right behind ya, tuck them in tight my love."
Giselle grabbed their children and made haste to the heavy basement door and descended below, looking back for only an instant as her daughter screamed for her father. She knew that she'd never see him again...
As the first of the dead pressed through the door they paused to look about, searching for prey before a burning chair caught their attention. The man wielding appeared badly injured and was smiling like he was having the time of his life. He roared as he brought the burning chair down on the first zombie, splattering it's brain matter as it's skull exploded from the impact. Still wielding a broken part of the chair he casted it aside and raised his fist as the dead gathered themselves and lunged towards the pugilist.
"Get outta my house!"
Cid is MIA, Lomar can unleash another blast of magic is Lasciel doesn't mind rolling it again please~ If you guys prefer I can NPC the missing players and save you the problem. This fight is congested due to the party size and lack of space. =/ Remember you have another tunnel at your back, not including the one you descended from.
Kieren: Yes. My bad there. Couldn't open the map at work. :(
Jaeger: Since I missed it until you said something about it, I will let it stand for just this attack. The next ones will be normal. But by Rule of Cool this attack will still apply.
I believe I am still waiting on others. If someone wants to NPC them we will keep moving forward. Hopefully Lomar/Di returns soon and again apologies for the bad months I continue to have.
The doctor says I have tendonitis, probably from the car wreck irritating all my muscles and so my hands are about 50-60% normal function. My right is at about 30% give or take and under a lot of irritating pain. I can work through it, its not above a 2 on the 1-10 scale but they say to rest it as much as possible. Primarily at night of course. So fun fun fun lol!
This AP is easier to move forward with all of you together, skyfall will continue at a somewhat slower pace but I will try and keep moving in one or the other from now on and appreciate your continued patience.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
You glimpse the men with the unknown insignia moving slowly among what appeared to be lumps in the turned up mud. It wasn't until one of those lumps moved that you realized it was a man. The group of men leeled their rifles and hammered the downed man point blank with a single shot to the head. You see some of the men caught in the barbed wire stir and they too are systematically shot in the back by the unknown soldiers.
Their was no mercy in the way they moved now. It was cold and brutal.
They come to a man slumped against a sandbag barricade and one of them kicks him in the foot. When he doesn't stir they stab his leg with a bayonet just in case, he doesn't stir, not a breath and so the soldiers begin to move on. Just as they turned their backs the man moves. Raising a muddy machinegun from the muck and taking hold of it before unloading several rounds into their backsides. The soldiers go down quickly, one of them getting out a shout of surprise before taking a bullet in the throat.
As the last one falls the man loses his hold on the gun and slumps back into themud, leaning heavily on one side. His breath miszts in front of his face as he breathes...
Shouts rise from somewhere in the gloom, but its hard to tell as the rain is obscuring your long distant sight and the shout seems to echo. Carrying on the wind...
Cids attack was followed by a streak of flame from the cramped tunnel as Lomar's power tore into the fly viciously. However both attacks were not enough to down the large insect...
Despite the loss of one of their kind the Giant Flies continue to press into the willing ranks of the meal that had stepped into their domain. The one that had been hanging back flutters in to attack Jaeger from above whil the other two press their attack on their previous opponents...
Move 40ft Fly
Attack Cid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Attack Seren: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Fort Cid - Fail: 1d20 ⇒ 11
AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex)
hp -5/15 -1 = -6/15 - Down Bleeding
hp 21-6-4= 11/21 Hp left
Bugs - Complete
Munro walks over to one statue in particular, surrounded by dozens of similar statues. They all begin to glow faintly as he approaches and with each step he takes their brighten. Wehn he was within a pace of the central statue you saw them, the lights were spirits in their purest form, akin to a morning mist, and they were still clad in the armor they wore while alive.
Munro looked to each of them, tears running from his golden eyes. "You have sacrificed so much and yet I must ask you to do so again my brethren. It is time to fulfill your oaths!" The spirits raised their weapons, a massive gale suddenly swept through the chamber, kicking up all manner of dust and debris as Munro continued to speak. "Paladins of the Wall! Protect this city and save our people!"
The gale swept through the chamber again and this time the spirits went with it. Swirling around like a vortex before dissappearing through the solid roof above...
The light that filled the chamber began to fade once the gale died down, Munro was clearly shakened. The light he held moments ago had faded and he staggered back. "It is done..."
Filler Post for Tyrn
It is the work of a few hours, selecting and releasing as many of the female chosen on this level of the compound. Its hard work getting them to get along and despite a few short lived scraps and yelling you eventually get them all to calm down. The Priest explains in a short, factual way of how the airship was designed, dubbed the Sky Destroyer by many of his kind and reviled by those who turned back to the natural ways. It was a warship, through and through, capable of carrying hundreds in cramped conditions. But in combat it was a true monster, requiring little in actual ammunition and able to sustain itself on the magic that streams across the world.
He explains what he knows of its armaments. If in areas where magical energy is limited the on-board weapons can be loaded with physical ammunition contained in several ammo drums and minimal training was required to reload such weapons. The Gunner stations would take more training to understand and control though...
The above art is not mine and is only a close reprensentation of what this ship looks like. It is much sleeker looking, more aerodynamic but this comes very close~ If I haven't OMGWTFBBQed you yet with such a thing then good. It's a great ship that has sat dormant since 3.0 lol.
Its about this time that some of your chosne report loud sounds echoing through the cooridors. The Priest appears confused as the sounds continue for a long time, for nearly an hour you guess, with little abate between gun shots. Their was an incredible struggle going on somewhere and thankfully it wasn't where you all were grouping together.
The first of the four bugs screeched as it died, impaled on Kieran's mighty spear!
AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex)
Carroll and his men halted in a intersection, guns loaded, bayonets at th ready. He stood tall at the head of his column, surrounded by his Messer swordsmen and feeling confident in his decision. Operation Exitus was in effect, they create a forward operations point and test the enemies defenses...
Out of the gloom emerged a beast of a man with bulging muscles and a massive blade where it's hand should be. It stood taller than most of his men wearing some sort of black liquid filled apparatus and... it wasn't alone. A dozen or more emerged from the gloom ahead of them. Off down the left hall came twisted perversions of once living creatures, running on backward limbs and shrieking the moment the spotted the soldiers. Down the right hall came quilled beasts and other abominations that shrieked and pulled their on quills out. Readying them like Javelins.
They were surrounded...
He roar rose above the din of the approaching enemy as he swiftly gave commands. "INFANTRY LEFT FLANK! CHAINERS RIGHT! MESSER SQUAD WITH ME!" His men gave a loud HOORAH! and moved to do as he bid them. The ring of dozens of blades greeted the oncoming machinemen as the Messer squad readied themselves for the coming charge. Carroll calmly drew his blade and with a flourish aimed it at the enemy directly ahead. "Dieu et mon droit!"
He and the Messer squad surged forward as one, the abominations continued their slow plod forward unphased by the on rushing swordsmen that outnumbered them. As the two forces closed the abominations raised all manner of weapons and over muscled arms in preparation to smash the insects that stood against them. Finally the two lines slammed into one another, the swordsmen pressed deeply into the enemies formations and soon the insects were hacking into machinemen's sides and flanking them with deadly expertise. Carroll's blade severed the hoses on the chest of one abomination and brought it to its knees in an instant.
Always a quick study he shouted to his men, just as one was smashed brutally against a wall. "Aim for the hoses and disable them!" He dodged a wicked sawtoothed sword as another stepped over his men to try and bring him down. Carroll smiled grimly as he severed it's hoses in a single stroke. "Get out of my way!"
The infantrymen tangled with the oncoming shrieking dead with the firm resolve of men ready to die for their cause. They bayoneted them, shot them and fought to the brutal end to hold the line from the swarming horde they faced. Some men succumbed to the overwhelming numbers but a group of brutal knifefighters cleared a swath of the enemy on their own. Leading them was a brute of a man with a combat knife far advance for its time. He jammed it into the skull of his opponent and twisted it just in case before ripping it out disgustingly. "Just you wait Kitty, you and me are gonna meet again real soon..."
The machine gun crews setup as quickly as possible, their riflemen supporting them moved to intercept the oncoming quill throwers. Some of which were severely wounded before the first machine gun was setup. Just as the quill throwers breached the riflemens line, they were met with a bristling rain of fire as the machine gunner aimed high to avoid hitting their own men. Just one machine gun was enough to tear through the first wave and as soon as the second and third guns were set up the riflemen pulled back and began erecting a sandbag barricade around their heavy gunner brothers...
Your dream is interrupted by a wet feeling, along with the pitter patter of light rain on your face. As your eyes flare open you find yourself laying in turned up mud and greeted by a dark stormy overcast sky. Raising your head takes some effort and rewards you with the smell of death that hangs in the air.
All around you are strands of wire, criss crossing a quiet battelfield. In the shadows you make out shapes caught in the wire and realize too late that its people caught in the wire. Most appear dead and the few that stir are dying. They appear to have been shout while tangled in the barbed wire they had tried to pass by...
Every few moments a anguished cry rises before a gunshot silences the speaker forever. You can hear the tread of heavily clad soldiers and can just make out their shadows in the distance. They carry a symbol unlike any other you have seen before. Thankfully the overcast sky made it hard for them to see you...
The surge of holy energy is accompanied by a scream of outrage from within the temple proper. The vile shriek echoes through the cavern and down the tunnel, not a single party member missed it...
Anevia readies her crossbow, Horgus prays to his unanswering gods and the blind elf readies a spell while holding onto Anevia's shoulder.
Directions on how to use the map are posted in OOC thread. Whenever you move or add something to the map. Make sure to hit enter and repaste the link in a URL tag to show the changes. :) Some of you are not on the map and may have to wait. Depending on your marching order (which i forgot) :( You may be close enough to take a shot at them. But buffing helps too. :)
Giant flies rise off the structure and assail the first to dare set foot in the faint green light of the cavern.
One Attacks Seren!
One Attacks Cid!
One Attacks Jaeger!
Confirm Seren - Fail: 1d20 ⇒ 5
???: 1d4 ⇒ 4
The fourth bug flies out of sight as it's fellows tear into the invaders of their cavern home. Both Jaeger and Seren are savaged by their opponents. Being bitten by these oversized bugs carried the risk of infection from whatever disease they could be carrying as well...
AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 10 (+3 Dex)
The best way to do that without appearing like Belsarious (jk ;) ) Is just to emulate the way they talk. Word usage and pattern and then ensure you include something about his accent from time to time.
Xi'Tir in my account is as close to Jamaican as i got. Dis h're Mon is good stuf'.
Stuff like that but it can be a lot of work when your typing slang ALLTHE TIME. srsly.
Using a new map system its called Ditzie and its in Beta stages.
Click and drag to move an image. Start by "pulling one down" from the row at the top of the page.
Okay got a map ready to go and also some rolls needed from you all. Map If you make a modification hit enter and then repost the link.
You recognize the light easily, having discovered such a sight before. This place is cursed however curses vary and without magic you won't be able to identify what hangs over this place...
Religion DC 10:
The Hammer symbol is identified as a the Symbol of the Dwarven God Torag.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
The moment you press into the courtyard of this massive cavern the angry buzzing sound of several insects fills the cavern. The sound rebounds and echoes making it hard to tell exactly how many foes you are actually facing...
Ini for ???: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Once you guys get squared away, let me know if you spend the night there cooking or if you continue forward.
1d100 ⇒ 50
Look at spoiler below only if you press on.
The Long Road Ahead...:
After traveling the winding route from where you encountered the wounded viper for about 1,900 feet (at a speed of 15 feet through the rough cavern passages, this takes about 25 minutes to navigate), you all reach the tunnel’s end at a junction. To the north, a 5-foot wide opening in the wall leads into a cave filled with soft but nasty-looking green light—the tunnel itself continues south beyond this toward another area.
A single sizable 20-foot-tall building remains in the center of
Please give me a marching order again please, also keep track of your light sources and deduct time from them as necessary please.
More posts to come.
Doing some late valentines stuff with my wife so apologies for the wait.
Also I did NOT expect Mir to attack LMAO. So that will take some time to put together lol. ;)
Also I wasn't trying to push things along this AP the NPCs have a more dynamic role and combat is one of the many things they can be relied on to do. They also have some really well written personalities as well.
Just to clarify as you guys are doing really well and the rping is awesome . XD
Anevia limps back over with the elf in tow. "Apologies for the scare but I am not as useless as I look, unlike. Some..." Horgus glares at her as she continues speaking. "Besides I saw my chance when he knifed it, bugger was pretty injured already. Luckily Jaeger is good at tossin'." She recovers the bolt heads and wipes them off before putting them in her bag.
"So what's the plan ladies and gents we restin a bit or pressing on?"
Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7
As Jeager presses past, knocking the blind elf down in all the brushing and pushing, he is pursued by the angry hiss of the snake he just struck. However despite everyone's shouts for her to pull back Anevia levels her crossbow and fires.
The hissing stops and silence falls in the caverns once more as Anevia calmly reloads. "Just a viper mates..." She fires again... Twang, Splat then grimaces. "... a mighty dead one. Nice throw, your knife really pissed it off. Ha! Oi what are you doin on your rump? Get up ya lazy elf, just cause your blind down't mean we get a break at a time like this." Aravashnial reamins silent as he fumes at Anevia before she helps him shakily to his feet.
Horgus makes a sign to whatever god appears to be listening. "Impatient thief... Gonna get me killed..." He reconsiders his last words. "... Us I mean..."
Munro says nothing as you follow him into the yawning darkness of a set of stairs, his fellow priests watch unhappily as you follow him however none speak up in protest. Munro glows with a pale light, giving you about the width of a candle for light to see by and being in such a confined and dark space border on claustrophobia...
However Munro never slows down, keeping an even pace as he leads you deep into the lower levels of the Cathedral of Morrow. It felt like an age before you finally entered what had to be a massive chamber. As the dark walls seemed to disappear and your footsteps echoed more distantly then before. The sudden change throws you off for the briefest moment before you fall back in line with Munro once more...
After several steps Munro stops abruptly, with little sound or reason as to why he did. As several long seconds he pulls forth the symbol of his god Morrow and shortly after you feel a warmth pass through your being. Followed swiftly by a pale light that quickly started to kindle above your very head.
As the light grew your surroundings began to reveal themselves more and more, until you were shocked to see figures standing in all directions around you. It wasn't until the light above was akin to a morning sun that you could make out the shadow forms were statues of all kinds. Paladins, Priests and Soldiers of multitudes of shapes and sizes...
"We have arrived..." The voice comes from nowhere but everywhere at once. It was reminiscent to Munro's voice yet somehow contained several others. Male and female tones as well...
The Priest settles his mechanical weapon back onto his side near his waist and surprisingly the weapon sticks to him like a magnetic. He regards yu then in stony silence before saying. "Until the temple is restored the Archives will remain sealed, even then I cannot promise access. It is beyond my position in the order. However, Where shall we begin?"
You have a number of options available to you and routes you could take at this juncture. The Airship, Releasing the chosen. More information. Are but a few of the major/minor ones~