Lucretia will quickly parry riposte.
Lucretia misses the parry but the strike is not enough to pierce her mail.
Silas manoeuvres to get within 30 ft of the Wereshark and then raises the heavy leather glove on his left hand gesturing towards the creature. From the glove a featureless silhouette of a bird of prey descends on the wereshark and attempts to steal the punching dagger from its grasp.
”Ish Ha’Kesh!” Sivoth bellows the command word and his musket responds with a loud click-hum.
Sivoth snarls through the backlash from his musket and roars. "SMILE, YOU SON OF A BILGEPUMP."
The blade is yanked from the wereshark's grasp and carried back to the waiting hand of Silas.
Oro-Tu steps back and attacks again.
Ke'ahilani and
Aurora are up
As the issue does not seem to be in doubt, Ke' will simply watch his allies health (readying a potion to heal someone) and pass.
Oro-Tu is in poor health only.
Oro-Tu grunts in thanks.
Lucretia quickly thrusts her rapier once, twice into the wereshark.
if attacked, she will parry-riposte.
Sivoth moves over to the body of the wereshark, eyes glowing as he spits a disturbing mass of saliva and phlegm right on its nose. He speaks next in fluent common:
"Pusillanimous filth."
He casts detect magic in order to search the body.
Silas looks around not convinced the danger is passed. He moves closer to Sivoth. "If you're looking for magic then you'll definitely want to look at this blade."
Four stones, a candle and the two punching daggers detect as magical.
Sivoth gives each of the magic items a once-over.
2 beads of force, 2 elemental gems (water), candle of invocation
(chaotic evil), Teeth of Dajobas (+2 keen wounding punch
daggers.)
And tomorrow comes the full moon!
Bead of force looks nice, bid
Now let me check you out to see what else is the matter with each of you.
We need to get these two out of here and to the Tolita quickly, I dont have what I need here to treat them of this disease. Not that it is beyond my skill, it is just not the normal Lycanthrope. Normally I could just prayer for Falkenyager to cure them, but another god is preventing this from happening, so Alchemical medicine is required to cure a magical disease.
Silas remembers other bite victims. "The Shaman Milliauka should be able to help, but it is the full moon tomorrow. There is also a sergeant of the dragoons bitten so I worry what will happen to him."
Oro-Tu grunts, telling the newcomers, if we cannot cure it I promise to make death clean and fast.
He agrees about Milliauka and helps lead the way out.
Sivoth shakes his head in aggravation and speaks in Celestial.
"Bloody figures, the dagger-toothed freaks put a nip on me and OF COURSE the Snowflake's magic can't cope. Were it a 'Pillage the Village' spell, I'm sure she'd be the go-to, but not for THIS."
Breaking in to common, he turns to leave with the bard and the barb. "Then let us haul anchor and haul butt. I for one might appreciate a clean death in favor of being turned into one of those monstrosities, but that doesn't make it plan A."
"Oh, and if nobody else wants those elemental gems, I'm sure I could find a good use for them..."
"Mustering all her strength and fury into a single moment of time, she becomes one with Dance of Death and thinking to herself, "Cut, everything else is not real, cut, for that is the mission, Cut for this is my life I shed now and there life I shall take. I hunger for it, i need this, now in this moment, there is nothing else."
Lets Dance, this is my purpose, now in this moment, you and me.
Deaths Mistress judgement is final and my wrath is swift, I am no snowflake and you insult my master by insulting my magic, the code I follow demands justice.
I am Frauline grissa ost drauka, bringing forth of the death and underworld, the pebble in the pond, one who turns the blade white, In the dance with death I call forth the underworld by releasing the spirits. I call myself the bringer of death, painting myself with the twin lightning bolts of the Con Dar (Blood Rage), I wear ruby tear drop amulet as my holy symbol.
Primary Edict
"The ruby is meant to represent a drop of blood. It is the symbolic representation of the way of the primary edict.
"It means only one thing, and everything: cut. Once committed to fight, cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut.
Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resolutely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush Him. Cut him without mercy to the depths of his spirit.
"It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a bringer of death lives by, or she dies."
Deaths mistress, the Bringer of Death is one that was born with the gift to use both positive Magic and negative Magic and is proficient in many of the forms those take. Her power comes from instinct and emotion, particularly driven by need and anger.
THE DANCE WITH DEATH
“Keep your vision all-inclusive, never allowing it to lock on any one thing…look everywhere at once, see nothing to the exclusion of all else—don’t allow the enemy to direct your vision, or you will see what he wishes you to see. He will then come at you as you become bewildered, looking for his attack, and you will lose.
Instead, your vision must open to all there is, never settling, even when cutting. Know your enemy’s moves by instinct, not waiting to see them. To dance with death means to know the enemy’s sword and its speed without waiting to see it. Dancing with death meant being one with the enemy, without looking fixedly, so that you could kill him. Dancing with death meant being committed to killing, committed with your heart and soul.”
This passage comes in the context of a warrior in battle. A warrior whose only objective is to eliminate the threat. To obliterate the enemy at all costs.
This is summoning of power, this art of war, ‘The dance with death’ … as it mimics dancing in footwork, and results in the impending reaping of life. So it is in the spiritual realm.
— — —
Are you ready for the dance with death?
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”Oh ho! Know that tongue, do you?” Sivoth retorts, nimbly stepping aside from the swing. ”Well thank you for confirming everything and more! Blasted seal-clubbing ice pirates! Despoilers and marauders, no better than the scum that ravage these lands in the name of progress!”
”Go on then, kill me if you’re so set on it!”
”You’ll find I’m no meek scholar.”
Lucretia chuckles and prepares to move out. "By the way do you have a ship nearby. Or do we swim ashore?"
Silas turns and glares at the pair. "The Full moon is tomorrow. We've just fought off one of their priests and we know that they have bitten others around Port Shaw. There are others far more deserving of your fire...", he says looking at Sivoth, then turns to Aurora, "... and your God's wrath. You can stay and fight here or you can come with us and save some innocents, because no one else is ready to turn back whatever is coming."
He turns, walking away and responds to Lucretia. "Our ship is moored just off the island. We had to keep the sailors safe with all these sharks about."
My judgement still stands, you are without honor, out of respect for Silas and our mission, I will commute this execution until after the mission is complete, but then, we go to the ring at the Broken Skull, no weapons, no spells. Then we finish this. In the mean time do your job and leave me the hell alone.
she reaches deep to contain her rage and put it down, the effort is exhausting, she gains additional insanity points.
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Sivoth spits a small glob of blood to the side, and turns a wicked grin to the priestess.”You’re right, you’re no snowflake. The actual northmen I knew had the grace to come at me head-on.”
He shoulders his musket and stands. ”You’ve little standing to question my honor with a strike such as that, but I’ll meet your challenge all the same. Not at the Skull though, for I’ve little interest in trumped-up cockfighting. You want to prove you and your god are strong? Best to do it proper, with no questions unanswered. On that day, everything you have against everything I have. Find a nice secluded spot, away from innocents, and we’ll see who’s best.”
Turning to leave, he says ”Until then, it is like you say: do your job; don’t start none, won’t be none.”
Oro-Tu growls, How to say, shut up and stop fighting or Oro-Tu will finish the fight on both ends.
He looks at the two and grips his polearm tighter, nodding towards the exit in a 'You first' fashion.
He then follows out of the cavern.
”Incidentally, how far ARE we from this Milliauka fellow? I confess to having been unconscious for a goodly portion of my transfer here, and have lost my bearings as a result."
Oro-Tu shrugs as they make their way towards the ship, Not far by boat.
Oro-Tu asks Aurora if she still has water breathing.
Yes, I have it prepared, everyone had there own pretty much when we came here so I can still cast it. I can get up to 8 people for two hours each, that should be long enough
. . 4th—blessing of fervor[APG] (DC 18), death ward[D], divine power, restoration
. . 3rd—magic circle against evil, magic vestment, prayer, rage[D], water breathing
. . 2nd—bull's strength[D], delay poison, effortless armor[UC], lesser restoration, returning weapon[UC]
. . 1st—bless, liberating command[UC], moment of greatness[UC], protection from evil, tracking mark (DC 15), true strike[D]
. . 0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, detect poison, mending, purify food and drink (DC 14), stabilize.
Tommorow, I have prepared:
Domain Spell-Like Abilities
. . At will—dimensional hop (80 feet/day)
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 9th; concentration +13)
. . 4th—blessing of fervor[APG] (DC 18), death ward[D], divine power, restoration
. . 3rd—magic circle against evil, magic vestment, prayer, rage[D], remove disease
. . 2nd—bull's strength[D], delay poison, ironskin, resist energy, lesser restoration
. . 1st—bless, deathwatch[D], divine favor, liberating command[UC], sanctuary (DC 15), tracking mark (DC 15)
. . 0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, detect poison, purify food and drink (DC 14)
. . D Domain spell; Domains Destruction (Rage[APG] subdomain), Repose (Souls[APG] subdomain)
Warpriest Spells Prepared
. . 1st—murderous command[UM] (DC 15), Hide from Undead
. . 0 (at will)—enhanced diplomacy, light, resistance
Sivoth tweaks his monocle slightly. Suddenly, he has webbed hands and feet, even though he was previously wearing leather gloves and boots. Touching one of his pearl rings, he twitches slightly as if remembering something.
He then puts one thumb to his mouth and blows into it. With a loud huff of exertion, he somehow manages to produce an odd bubble that he attaches to his musket.
"If a wereshark up and pops out from behind a hermit crab or something, I'm going to punch it in the face with bullets until I stop laughing."
He then dives into the water with entirely too much flamboyance.