Lirrathan adjust his statement, for some of the present company, "But that's just me, some people are encouraged to wear whatever accentuates their, uh, positive features." He calls out, "Hey, if you need a hand, let me know. I could hold your rack.... of clothes to choose from." he smiles and winks playfully.
"Thanks, Lirrathan! What do you think, do the blue tights or the green ones bring out my eyes better?" Terry's obviously baiting him, but he is trying to put together something. Not sure what I'll do with a set of fancy clothes right now, but it is more than I have otherwise . . ..
Arc picks out rich court wizard ropes, with appropriate bling, but does not put them on now. He carefully packs them away, wondering if he will ever have a chance to use them.
I think that next we should seek out the Rift Wardens. I have a link to them in that my parents were members, though I do not know if the current members will value that. I understand that they may be held up in the library, which is close.
Lirrathan shrugs, "I got no immediate plans. I'm just here to help you all get to safety, enjoying a couple demon killings on the way. This whole trip turned out to be more exciting that I ever imagined."
In response to Terry, he takes the bait an plays along, "You know Terry, there's just some things that even tights can't accentuate enough to make a difference. But if I were you, I'd go green, the lighter color will help the shadows play tricks on the eyes of any onlookers you might get. You'll need it." He smiles, enjoying the back and forth.
"Thanks Lirrathan! No peeking!" she tosses him a comically large pile of clothes to hold as she moves into the dressing room. "Ok, toss the first one over!" she calls out, laughing at the banter between him and Terry.
"As for our plan, I agree that seeking out the Riftwardens would be a good idea. They could better take care of our blind friend while we help out in Kenabres."
Making your way towards Blackwing you travel for another 10 minutes. You see a block of buildings seemingly untouched by the devastation so rampant in the city. Your hearts sink, though, as your gaze settles on the building that once was the great librarium. Unfortunately, Blackwing now lies in ruins—all that remains standing is the Librarium’s facade and its reinforced great hall. A short gasp from both Horgus and Anevia give Aravashnial a clue as to the upcoming revelation, "What is it? Have we arrived at Blackwing?"
From inside the library you hear some scuffling noises and a few muffled thumps. A brash voice says "Stack them damned books better!" Aravashnial says in a worried voice "What is happening in there? Who is talking?!"
"The building appears destroyed. You can hear the voices as well as we."
Sir Bastion looks to the wall of the building, looking for a means to look inside.
Didn't we hear that the Rift Wardens were meeting in a cellar? Lets investigate.
"It sounds like we may need to make haste..."
Still protect by his mage armor Arcessentes leads the way to a door he has just noticed and opens it while calling softly We seek the Rift Wardens. Have we found them? If he is walking in on some threat he will use his teleportation ability to move out of immediate line of sight.
Sir Bastion will follow Arcessentes after he has opened the door.
Looking around to see if there is any trouble with 30' of him.
Keeping his bow ready, Terry will scoot around the side of the facade, trying to get a different perspective on whatever it is that Arcessentes' is trying to meet, while trying to avoid notice as best he can.
Inside, your eyes are met with a suspiciously bad sight and a sinking feeling in your stomachs. There are four people bound and gagged, crying, in the center of the room. Another woman, crying profusely, is being ordered about by a bloodstained man in armor holding a mace. His armor has the lookings of a paladin, or at least a Crusader, but it is obvious he is ordering her to pile books around the bound and gagged people.
As the door opens and Arcessentes' question drifts through air, the man looks up and grips his mace. "Riftwardens eh? Yer lookin' at just about the last of the lot...and soon they'll be burnin' up with their books! That'll get me the attention of a powerful demon."
Aravashnial gasps at this exclamation and sinks to his knees.
The wizard would now like to initiate combat. :)
That statement has just got you the attention of a wizard. Arc casts a spell and 5' steps
Lirrathan actually smiles at the turn of events, "Alright Arc, picking a fight. That's what I like to hear." The elf grips his two blades with eagerness, ready to go for the obvious enemy.
Arc's missile slams into the man, who rocks back a half-step then growls.
Mirel draws her whip , and looks at the crusader .
"You have also invoked the wrath of an inquisitor that follows the Savored Sting, a very unwise choice."
Mirel points at the ex-crusader, invoking her divine wrath upon him.
Some books from the bookshelf the ex-crusader Chaleb is leaning on fall onto his head, the corner of one catching on him and leaving a stinging gash.
Hearing the dialogue through the broken walls, Sir Bastion moves into the library and then seeing the holy symbol of Iomedae on the shield, continues towards the crusader.
"Brother, this is not way of the Redeemer. Repent now and seek her forgiveness before it is too late for you. The destruction that has fallen on this city does not also need to fall upon your heart." pleads Sir Bastion.
Turning to the woman, he continues "Sister, release your brothers and stand aside."
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On Going Effects:
Lirrathan takes in all the possible allies and enemies, and spots a few extra not obvious ones. "Watch out for the extra company on top of each of the furthest bookshelves."
Hearing the Paladin's word's, The wizard pulls a knife and begins to cut the ropes of the captives.
As Arc starts to cut away the ropes the armored man rubs his head and growls. He points at Bastion and says, "Fine then, you'll feel wrath!" He runs at Bastion and swings a nasty looking mace.
Aravashnial begins to mutter to himself. "Elf with the sword Radiance. Hold still and touch my hand." he says to Lirrathan. "Your next strike will hit no matter what. Kill him. Painfully."
Anevia nocks an arrow, takes aim, and releases. Faster than you would be believe possible, she draws another and fires in the space of a few heartbeats.
She manages to sink the second shot into his shoulder.
Two lanky, small-horned men jump down from the bookshelves they were on and start to stalk towards Bastion.
Lirrathan just shrugs at the surety of the elf, before realizing the man can't see him. "Okay Blinky, I'll take your word for it, but right now I gotta keep Arc outta trouble." With that he moves up to the one closest to Arc and attacks. He feels his swing go way off mark, before being mysteriously pulled right into the enemy. Sadly, the pull took a lot of his own power out of the hit.
Mirel moves in and to the left, attacking one of the skulking tieflings.
Jokum will move forward and attempt to bite the knight.
Almost stunned by the blow from the knight, Sir Bastion staggers back a step and with a quick prayer to his goddess, staunches his wounds.
Bolstered by his goddess he returns the challenge, "Fallen One, my sword will remove you from this world and send you to the abyssal masters that you seek."
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On Going Effects: Smite Evil on Knight
Terry takes a potshot at the crusader which skips off of a band of mail.
Jokum's bite finds no purchase on the man even as his master falls back to recuperate.
The wizard spends his move action completing the full round action of cutting the bonds of the prisoners and his standard action helping them withdraw.
Mirel attacks the tiefling again.
The frightened folk that Arc frees starts to rush towards the door, but stop and almost as a one split into two groups and head towards the tieflings. They mutter something and wave a hand around, when a short burst of intense heat erupts from each of their hands.
While both seem to dance around the worst, the tiefling towards the right takes one burning spell hard to the face and both end up falling to their knees and slumping to the ground.