Flames of the Wicked (Inactive)

Game Master Fallen_Mage

Even the greatest flames begin with a simple spark.

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Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Looking at the figure she lets go of the horse, "Do we need the rest of the provisions we packed?" She asks as she holds onto the pack that she put the rations in.


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

After all they had been through, Gio is suspicious of the figure, but goes along with the request.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11


The man shrugged at the girls question and answered in what sounded like a whisper, but carried like someone speaking normally, "A man cares not if you decides to bring them."

Gio:
Based off of your short interaction so far, this man certainly seems trustworthy.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She shrugs as well, "Then I guess I'll just bring this pack along with us. I can always toss it out later if we don't need it." She says while shouldering the pack. Once the others are off the horses and have whatever they want with them, she turns into her more beastly self and growls at the horses before giving their rears a hard smack to set them running in the opposite direction. After scaring off the horses she turns back into her human skin coat as she faces the figure and waves her hand, "Okay Mister, we're here. So lead on already. I'm tired." She says plainly before looking at the others and shrugging, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to speak for all of us....but after that long ride, I was just assuming that we were all pretty tired and ready to get somewhere we can rest. Is that okay?" She asks the others as she didn't want them to think shed was some kind of ms. Bossy pants or something.


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Gio simply shrugs.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She looks to the other two as if expecting an answer, "Oh...my name is Eri by the way. Eri la Grave...I thought I should at least let you know who I am since we're apparently travelling together. You guys are okay going with him right? I don't think we have very many other options at this point anyways, and I sure would like somewhere safe to eat and rest."


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

"Being a fugitive really puts a damper on your freedom, so I suppose I don't have much of a choice," Gio says. "My name is Giordano, but you may call me Gio, if you prefer."


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She nods, "Okay, Gio it is then." She says before looking at the other two, "So..how bout you two? You in?"


Male Halfling NE Unchained Rogue (Shadow Walker) 4, Stranger 2
Status:
Init: +8* /10| HP: 51/51 | AC: 21* /25 | FF: 10 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +11 | Will: +6* | Perception: +12* w/ 40ft Darkvision | Mythic Power (5/7) |

"I don't have any better ideas at the moment so I suppose I'll see this through. The name is Aleister by the way, pleased to meet ya." He states with a wave.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She nods, "Good to meet you too Aleister. So how bout you ma'am?" She asks of the fire wielding woman with them.


Female Human Sorceress 4/Archmage 2; HP: 27/27; AC: 15, T: 12; FF: 11; Fort: +3, Reflex: +6, Will: 7, Init: +10, Perception: +0

"Ravanalonna, but you can call me Ravan." the woman replies in a smooth, almost effortlessly sultry tone. "There's definitely something to be said for safety in numbers."


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She gives Ravan a smile and nods before turning back to the robed figure, "Okay, you heard the lady. We're all in, so lead the way mister."


The man nods and begins to lead you through the moors, said to be home to a monstrous creature. While marching through the marsh, the sounds of crickets, toads, and other insects ring out, giving your journey an air of eeriness you have never felt before. The occasional wolf howl is heard, one is even seen paralleling your path for a brief moment, but your guide pays it no heed. Finally, you arrive at what appears to be your destination, the burnt out remains of some mansion that existed decades ago.

Taking you into the ruin, your guide walks up to one of the more intact walls, pulls out a dagger, and knocks three times, then once, then four more. After several seconds, the already burnt wall began to smolder and crackle, causing your guide to take a few steps back. Moments later, a large circular patch of orange flame burst forth and burns away the already blackened surface. Once the flames recede, you see what appears to be a simply furnished abode, that if you had to guess belonged to some sort of nature priest. Your guide gestures towards the portal, then walks through it himself.


Male Halfling NE Unchained Rogue (Shadow Walker) 4, Stranger 2
Status:
Init: +8* /10| HP: 51/51 | AC: 21* /25 | FF: 10 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +11 | Will: +6* | Perception: +12* w/ 40ft Darkvision | Mythic Power (5/7) |

"Nice, quiet and far from prying eyes. Fancy place if you don't mind the bugs." Aleister says aloud.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She just nods as she follows him silently through the strange looking portal thingy.


Female Human Sorceress 4/Archmage 2; HP: 27/27; AC: 15, T: 12; FF: 11; Fort: +3, Reflex: +6, Will: 7, Init: +10, Perception: +0

Making a face that shows she clearly does mind the bugs, Ravan follows the strange man through the portal.


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Gio follows the others.


Once inside, the portal closes behind you. Looking around for a better look, you realize you are clearly inside some sort of cave system, but something tells you that it is far from where you were. Taking the lead once more, your guide navigates through a series of tunnels to a large natural chamber, ringed with torches that burn brighter than they should be. In the center, raised on a dais of carved stone, stands an obsidian throne with a very old man dressed in animal skins and feathers, all dyed various hues of red. In his left hand, he holds an intricately carved ash staff, topped with what appears to be a green flame that appears to not be attached to anything.

Lifting his head up, very laboriously you note, the old man addresses you in a weak, raspy voice. ”There you are, the sparks that will ignite the fires of change. You have come as the flames foretold.”


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

As they enter the chamber her eyes dart around taking in everything around them before settling on the old man that sits on the fancy chair, "Okay....I guess we have if you say so. Soooo....who are you exactly, and what are we doing here?" She asks, her curiosity piqued.


Laboriously, the old man adjusted in his chair, "My name is not important, for I am not long for this world. As for what you are doing here, balance. With the Mitran zealots holding sway over the land, the universal balance has been thrown off. It must be restored, and the flames have shown me how, the four of you."


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She looks at the others with a confused expression before looking back at the old man, "So...what is it you think we can do?"


"Overthrow the kingdom. What you do after that is of little consequence. Once the Mitran regime has toppled, balance will restore itself in time."


Male Halfling NE Unchained Rogue (Shadow Walker) 4, Stranger 2
Status:
Init: +8* /10| HP: 51/51 | AC: 21* /25 | FF: 10 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +11 | Will: +6* | Perception: +12* w/ 40ft Darkvision | Mythic Power (5/7) |

Aleister smiles. "I like this guy." He whispers all to loudly.


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Gio glances at the others before focusing on the old man. "That's an ambitious or foolish undertaking for just four people. How do you propose we go about 'overthrowing the kingdom'?"


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She looks at Aleister and kind of shrugs. She didn't know what to make of this old man or his claims that they would "overthrow the kingdom", so for the time being she just lets the more seemingly educated one of them do the talking. They would figure this out one way or another. She really wouldn't mind getting rid of some Mitran scum though.


The elder man has a sudden coughing fit that takes a minute to settle before answering Gio, "I have gathered some *coughing* information that will be shared with you *coughing* when I die. Which shouldn't be too long. My fire dwindles."


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Considering the last person she trusted got her thrown in jail and put in a wagon headed for prison as well as a death sentence....she still wasn't too sure if they could trust this man. How did they know it wasn't a trap?

Looking around at the others with an uncertain expression on her face she asks, "What do you guys think about all this? I'm having an uneasy feeling....but if there's a chance of laying low a few mitran dogs, then I kinda want to see what information he has."


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Turning to Eri, he shrugs. "I still don't see any other options here. I think we should let things play out and see where they go."

Gio then turns back to the old man. "I am supposing you or your representative shall supply us with what we need. Continuing to run around in soiled rags does not compel me to wage war against the Mitrans."


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She just looks at him and nods, but remains silent. Gio had the right of it and he seemed pretty smart, so she would let him and the others handle these matters and she would just do what she's told. It was different though, because this time it was her choice and she was choosing to trust these guys and that was why she was willing to follow their lead and do what they tell her to.


"You will be given everything you need," He replied to Gio.

Showing clear signs that his time was nearly up, the old man said, ”My time has come, but I leave you one last gift.” Struggling to stand, he grasps the staff in both hands, raises the verdant flame above his head and says, ”By flame be blessed.” Bringing down the end of the staff “holding” the fire, the is the distinct sound of wood shattering as an explosion of bright green washes over you.

As your sight returns, you see the old man has vanished and a pile of ash remains alongside the shattered staff.

Congrats everyone, you are now Level 2 and have a Mythic Tier. Enjoy.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Wow....okay, wasn't expecting that. I'm not even sure what to do with it, so I'll have to wait till Henry gets home and can help me figure out what I'm doing with her.


Hey, for the next few tasks, a slight boost in power is probably a good idea.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Yeah, I just have to figure out what tho do with it. I need to figure out what direction I want to take her in. I can't really think about it too much right now though cuz I just woke up and I'm hurting, so I need to eat so I can take some ibuprofen. I need to learn how to listen to my body and stop pushing it so hard. I can't just "bulldoze" my way through this recovery, or I could make the injury worse."


Male Halfling NE Unchained Rogue (Shadow Walker) 4, Stranger 2
Status:
Init: +8* /10| HP: 51/51 | AC: 21* /25 | FF: 10 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +11 | Will: +6* | Perception: +12* w/ 40ft Darkvision | Mythic Power (5/7) |

HP: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Aleister recoils from the fire momentarily before composing himself. Once the flame has washed away he asks. "Does anyone else feel... different?"


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Haven't figured mine out yet. Henry is relaxing after a hard day and he still has 4 more days to go. Honestly I don't even know what direction I should take her in.


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Gio simply nods at Aleister, still attempting to grasp the situation.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Eri looks confused but she nods as well, "Yeah....that was....weird." She says as she tries to understand what just happened to them. Turning to Ravan she asks, "Are you alright?"


Female Human Sorceress 4/Archmage 2; HP: 27/27; AC: 15, T: 12; FF: 11; Fort: +3, Reflex: +6, Will: 7, Init: +10, Perception: +0

"I...I believe so. I feel....strange, as if there was a...hum oF power within me." Ravan answers.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She nods, "Yeah....that must be that weird feeling I'm having too. Well...what do we do now?" She asks no one in particular.


Female Human Sorceress 4/Archmage 2; HP: 27/27; AC: 15, T: 12; FF: 11; Fort: +3, Reflex: +6, Will: 7, Init: +10, Perception: +0

"I suppose we wait to see about this... information that should provide us what we need. That and I very much want a bath." Ravan says looking around the cavern.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

She nods in agreement, "Me too, and some clean clothes. I'm tired of stinking."


Walking forward from his position off to the side, the man that led you here kneels down to the pile of ash and says, ”Omnes morimur.”

Elven:
All men must die.

Turning to all of you, he says, ”Your gifts await, please follow.”

Once more taking the lead, the man guides you through another set of corridors to another room that looks to be some sort of armory, holding a fine assortment of weapons and armor, though not was much as one would expect to see in a fully stocked armory. Against the back wall, to the left of a roaring fireplace, lies a table with two lanterns, a map of some sort. A folded piece of parchment sits on top of the map.

"Your gifts. Please choose, then a man will show you to your quarters." The cloaked man indicated.

Add whatever Masterwork Simple or Martial weapon you desire, up to 2. As well as any MW Light, Medium armor, and/or Shield.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

I'm not sure if I can use armor...can I?


Male Halfling NE Unchained Rogue (Shadow Walker) 4, Stranger 2
Status:
Init: +8* /10| HP: 51/51 | AC: 21* /25 | FF: 10 | Fort: +7 | Ref: +11 | Will: +6* | Perception: +12* w/ 40ft Darkvision | Mythic Power (5/7) |

You're proficient in up to medium armor so it should be fine. There is always Armored Coat which can be removed as a move action if need be.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Hmmmm....okay. I'll take a look at my options once we get home. I wonder if I can still have the axe that I liked. I'm not sure what category it falls under, so I'll look at that once we get home too. I'm not sure if I want a weapon or not. I think I'm building her to be an unarmed combatant, but I guess it couldn't hurt to have a back up. I don't know....we're gonna be here till his mom finishes fixing the pockets on his heavy coat. He's napping on her couch right now.


If it's the Greataxe, you'll be fine. It's a Martial Weapon.


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Gio selects a heavy mace, a steel shield and a suit of chainmail. "These will do."


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

Henry said that it might be good to have a back up weapon. I'm still not sure about the armor, but I need something that's not gonna weigh me down too much because I like having mobility.

Having no idea what the man was saying in the strange language to the pile of ash she just nods after he speaks and follows him along with the others. Her eyes immediately wander over to the area with the assortment of weapons in it. She liked sharp shiny things, she liked the way they cut things. Going over the different weapons, she finally selects a wicked looking greataxe. Picking it up she swings it around a few times to test the weight of it. Seemingly satisfied with her find she slings it over her shoulder nonchalantly before going to look at the armor. She'd never worn any before, so she wasn't sure what to look for. She takes her time looking over the different pieces.


Female Skinwalker Barbarian 4/Champion 2; HP: 60/65; AC: 17/18 (in beast form), T: 13; FF: 14; Fort: +7, Reflex: +4, Will: +1, Init: +7, Perception: +7

After looking over several different kinds and testing the weight of them, she finally selects some made out of leather with little studs in them. Picking up the armor and holding it in her other arm she nods, "Okay, I got my stuff. You guys think this armor will be okay for me? I just didn't want anything too heavy. I don't like stuff slowing me down." She says as she feels the studs in the leather.

So, my final decision is the greataxe, and studded leather armor. Is that okay?


♂ Aasimar Warpriest 4/Hierophant 2 HP: 43/47; AC: 19, T: 11, FF: 18; Fort: +7, Ref: +5, Will: +9, Perception: +12, Init: +3

Gio turns back to the steward. "I require one more thing. The symbol of the true god."

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