"We'll have to see." says Lucius. "Please hold her head." Then he opens the bottle and pours a brown liquid down Gül's throat. A couple of seconds pass, and the woman wakes up coughing.
"A miracle." The priest smiles. "How are you feeling?"
"We're in a Christian church. Away from battle."
"At least those of use who survived."
"Misimba and his lion were killed, as was Octavia."
"Something or someone else distracted those jet elves."
"Otherwise, the rest of us would be dead to."
"So, here we are. Battered, and fewer in number."
"This probably is not the best time."
"What, with a battle raging and all that."
"Where in town did you leave it?" The monk inquires. "We might be okay to get into town depending on how badly you need your things. I can't imagine the entire town would be embroiled in warfare right? Worst comes to worst, we could sneak our way in."
"But first," Michel says, "we must convince anyone we can to take the dark elf threat seriously. And whatever else it was in there that made that noise."
"Whatever else made that noise must be powerful, if those dark elves ignored finishing us off."
"Not that I'm complaining about the timing, mind.
"I can't really do much else right now except recover a bit."
"Wait." intervenes Lucius. "Maybe we could send one of us to take our things here. My donkey, Alfonso, is in the town and I can not leave him there for long. If all of your things are in the Genie, I can go myself and Alfonso will help me carrying them. What do you think?" The priest stands up, ready to leave if you agree.
"If you wish. I still have my supplies with me."
"I have been travelling light so long, I'm used to it."
"I am sure the Lord will protect me. Abel, do you want to go with me?" The priest puts the bottle back in the table and looks at the man, but he just lies in the floor, saying nothing and staring at nothing.
"I will pray for your wife and kid. Goodbye." he says kindly before leaving through one of the side doors.
Shaking his sore head a bit, the handsome 1/2 orc mumbles a curse.
Don't want to be hurting that now.
Virgil peers around, as he creeps closer to the partially block end of the alley.
What in the name of The Drunk is going on!
Virgil attempts to avoid any of the houses, although he is paying attention to any calls for alarms, as he steps by them.
rider, young man with olive skin and black hair.
"Matteo." he mutters. He is trapped under his steed and possibly hurt.
Taken back by the sudden appearance of the dying horse and rider, Virgil gathers his wits about him.
He peers out over the ruined steed to see what is happening beyond.
Anyone looking/
Virgil cautiously approaches the down rider.
Having no experience in the medical field, the 1/2 orc gives him a quick look over.
I wonder whose side he is on? And is Matteo his name?
"Ognos? Where?" the man blinks several times and seems to snap back to reality. "You are not... Please, you must help me. I can't move. The horse..."
Virgil nods in understanding.
He thinks that I a someone else. Must be another 1/2 orc around this town.
Keeping his distant from the man's sword arm, the ever-suspicious 1/2 orc attempts to pull the horse off the rider.
"Thank you, stranger. Father Lucius of the Holy Chatolic Church, at your service. We should go now." He then grabs a backpack that lies at his side and tries to stand up, but legs fail him and he falls again to the ground. "Wait." The priest rises again and stumbles a bit, but finally manages to stabilize. Then he digs in his pocket, takes out a bag, and tosses it to you. It's full of gold.
"Can you escort me to the church in the outskirts?"
Virgil reflexively catches the pouch of gold.
He shrugs his shoulders, as he pockets the pouch.
I suppose, but what is happening out there? I have only been in the city for a short time and I am a bit confounded by the sudden appearance of this violence.
The 1/2 orc then reaches out to steady the priest.
My name is Virgil Geryon. I will assist you, if able, father.
You run through many streets and the battle is always near you, but Lucius seems to be capable to avoid the worst places and you get out to the field without problems, reaching a gravel road. Far ahead, there is a building.
"There!" says Lucius. "That is the..." Suddenly, your companion stops moving. "He is here, Virgil. Run!" he shouts as he points back, and you turn only to see a horrific monster, that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. It is a six-armed humanoid horror, garbed in golden armor and surrounded by a nimbus of floating, glowing weaponry, from a club to a scimitar. The creatures's skin is completely black, and, instead of eyes and a mouth, its face has six lines that glow red and six immense grey fangs that resemble a grimace.
You are hearing a whistle inside your head, and an infernal voice resonates in your skull. "Yes." says the voice. "You should run."
Pride
Source Ultimate Campaign pg. 65 (Amazon)
You can’t abide challenges to your dignity, authority, or honor. When someone threatens, accuses, or challenges you, you take a –2 penalty on Diplomacy checks and Sense Motive checks involving that creature until the creature apologizes to you.
Hurrying through the battle-strewn streets and alleys; following the priest closely, Virgil memorizes the look of both combatants.
Might need that information,, the 1/2 orc thinks.
The priest's pointing finger leads Virgil's sight up to the building ahead.
He takes a step forward, as the warning comes from the frightened father.
Seeing this thing manifest, Virgil's blue eyes go wide.
Not being one to argue where his life is concerned, the 1/2 orc takes off in the direction of the building!
He walks slowly towards you, grinning with his horrible fangs.
"He's looking for me, Virgil." says the priest calmly while giving you a backpack. "There's a letter inside. You must give it to Brother Michel, in the church. It is necessary to defend the Faith!" He then runs away from the road. The creature once again dissapears and appear close to Lucius, and you see him trying to run in different directions. "Thank you!" you believe he says before dissapearing into the tall grass.
The path to the church is now clear.
Virgil runs around to the back of the church, searching for another entrance or window.