Initiative:
"Who's side are you going to take, elf?" Sefirous calls to Alethiro.
Round 1: Skaar, Cyna, Rayne, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Pavil, Alethiro
Skaar tosses away the parchment and, with the momentum of a charging bull, rushes forward to slam into one of Sefirous's goons with a massive forearm.
Rayne falls to the ground, clutching at his throat. "Ghhaahck!"
R hp: 2
Round 1: Skaar, Cyna, Rayne, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Pavil, Alethiro
[ooc]Before the goons
“I guess. Trying to do something worthwhile and responsible for once. If I can learn something from it, be a better person, maybe I can at least convince myself they died for something more than my selfishness.” Aurelea says with a sigh.
Silent as the exchanges occurred Aurelea gathers up all of the emotion she’d been feeling as she talked to Skaar, all the focus and purpose as she communicated with her new…companion, and honed it into something deadly. A razor sharp fury.
Her hand shifted to her sword’s hilt as if on instinct.
‘Looks like you were right about these three being trouble, ready for some action?’
Looking at the other two men alongside the leader as Skaar’s voice bellows the challenge.
”Just been dead, didn’t much like it. Your turn!”
"Always, Aurelea," the sword responds.
Aurelea feels a rush of power flow through her as the sword changes forms. It elongates and the blade widens to twice its original width. It now looks more suitable for cleaving stone, but its weight remains unchanged.
Cyna waits for Skaar to initate the battle before quickly useing her tail to hold her blade, shes grabs her bow and fires two shots at the 'replacements'. "Somethings not right... "
Cyna manages to catch the other subordinate behind Sefirous with her arrow, causing a minor wound.
P hp: 14
R hp: 2
The fallen Rayne attempts to stand, still clutching his throat.
Round 1: Skaar, Cyna, Rayne (if he doesn't die), Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Pavil, Alethiro
Skaar takes a swing at the goon as he climbs to his feet.
Skaar manages to punch the prone man's lights out.
Round 1: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Pavil, Alethiro
Not wanting a repeat of last time, Harakhty approached Skaar and said a prayer to Nethys. "You brought us back; don't fail us now." Summoning an envelope of protective energy around him, he touching the hulking half-orc, transferring it to him. A barely-visible distortion in the air around him took hold.
Skaar gives Harakhty a nod of thanks as the invisible protective field wraps itself around his massive frame.
Turning to face the remaining men, the big orc gestures for them to bring it.
A wicked grin spreading across her face Aurelea explodes into action, her voice raising in a chant as she moves, electricity dancing along her blade as she lashes out, a vicious strike to deliver both shock and ebon steel to the second underling.
Hearing his name called, Alethiro snapped out of his contemplations and looked at the leader of his travelling companions. Before he could answer, his holy symbol began to glow. This must be a sign. But of what? He thought, turning his attention back to Sefirous and seeing the fight. No, I need them. The Elf screamed mentally. Drawing his mace and moving up Pavil, Alethiro raised his weapon and brought it down on the man's head.
Aurelea quickly disposes of the other underling, leaving Sefirous to fight alone. Yet, the man seems nonplussed by the quickness that his companions were slain with. He cracks his knuckles, then draws a thin dagger.
"Now, you have to have others protect you, Skaar? Pathetic. Perhaps I should start by stabbing this b$$~% instead. Would you like that?" he says, walking towards Aurelea.
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Round 1: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Alethiro
Hearing his name called, Alethiro snapped out of his contemplations and looked at the leader of his travelling companions. Before he could answer, his holy symbol began to glow. This must be a sign. But of what? He thought, turning his attention back to Sefirous and seeing the fight. No, I need them. The Elf screamed mentally. Drawing his mace and moved up to Sefirous. Raising his mace, the Cleric struck the man.
Sefirous reels from Alethiro's hit. "Bastard! You dare to betray me?"
Round 2: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Alethiro
Skaar struggles to make sense of what was happening between Sefirous and Alethiro but it appears the elf was on his side for now.
"You leave 'er alone. Yer fight is with me!" Skaar roars.
Sefirous twirls his dagger. "Then come get me!"
Happy to oblige, Skaar rushes to his opponent's side and lunges.
"The horsemen. Yer with 'em!"
Cyna keeps herself clear of the frey and continues to fire arrows. "Don't let him get in your head Skaar." she shouts.
"What of it?" Sefirous replies as Skaar gets a hold of him.
He grunts as an arrow pierces his side. "We all die anyway, might as well join the winning team."
Round 2: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Alethiro
Grinning as she easily evades the man's thrust, Aurelea brings her bade in a parallel thrust of her own.
"You are one dumb sonovab~*@~ bringing a knife to a swordfight."
The situation looking under control, Harakhty saw little he would add by tossing himself into the fray. Readying himself to move quickly if the man attacked, he watched.
Sefirous groans as he feels his strength sapped away by Aurelea's blade. He deftly attempts to stick Skaar in the ribs.
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"How does that feel?"
Round 2: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Alethiro
Skaar stares down at the tiny blade stuck between his ribs.
"I don't feel much but with what you're packin' I'm sure you hear that a lot", the hulking orc growls.
With a snarl, Skaar slips his arms around his opponent's torso and tightens his grip.
"How's that feel?"
Seeing the Orc stabbed, Alethiro didn't want to risk striking him unintentionally. Once the blade was removed, the Cleric put his free hand on the massive warrior he said, "Fa anira vmilnya eo Pharasma, fa irailcaw."
The wound closed up, leave yet another scar among the many he already had.
The big orc is distracted for a moment by the unfamiliar touch and the sensation of magical healing, something he hadn't felt since Stephan was lost.
Skaar gives the elf, previously untrusted, a nod of understanding and then returns to crushing his opponent.
"Is that all you've got?" Sefirous taunts Skaar.
Round 2: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Alethiro
Cyna maneuvers into a flank drawing her blade as she moves, and once in position she attacks the surrounded man.
Harakhty picks-up his staff and moves beside Skaar - just in case their opponent went free.
Cyna manages to hit the grappled man with a slight blow.
Round 2: Skaar, Cyna, Aurelea, Harakhty, Sefirous, Alethiro
Aurelea shifts, her blade darting forward in a straight thrust to the man's side, drawing more blood.
Aurelea gives the man another wound. Sefirous seems to jerk and convulse in Skaar's grip, then it feels as if the orc has nothing in his hands at all. He glances down as a dark smoke surrounds him, then fades away. You look to Sefirous' companions and they too have disappeared, leaving only their belongings.
Skaar stares in confusion at his empty hands and then looks around.
"How... Where did he go?"
"I know not large one," Alethiro responded, equally bewildered.
"The name's Skaar", the big orc comments. "And last time I saw him that sod couldn't pull tricks like that."
"He knew alot about us Skaar, almost like he was in our heads. I don't think he was who we saw him to be, maybe a phantom of some sort."
Placing his hand over heart and bowing his head, the Elf said, "And I am Alethiro Milocathe, Cleric of Pharasma and hunter of the undead."
"I hope yer right Cyna", Skaar replies.
Answering the elf's greeting with a sharp nod of his own, Skaar turns his attention to the newcomer.
"If you're looking for deadmen then youf come to the right place. But Drago's gone. They got him. The female yer lookin' for, she's dead too except not... I don't really get it."
"Cyna's right," chimed-in Harakhty. He cast a glance behind him. "The paladins were as if we weren't here. They don't seem like the type to ignore those in peril, so I'm guessing we weren't ... in their eyes. An illusion of sorts?" He looks at Skaar's wounds. "Yet also real. I don't quite understand it."
Harakhty looked at the newcomer. "Starting with that shark would be a good way to begin if you're looking for something to hunt."
"Don't strain your mind Skaar, it makes sense to very few."
Turning to the Vanara, "I would need a boat first, and the Paladins do not seem to be very helpful in that regard. Perhaps you fine adventures, would care to help?"
”With the boat or the shark?" Skaar asks.
”Because we’re waitin’ on the boat too.”
Seeing nothing seem to be going anywhere in the near future, Harakhty decided to rest. Having been through death now was a rather troubling experience. It didn't quite carry the weight it once did. The importance of their mission to powerful beings also was ponderous on his self, the downtime allowing the heavy thoughts to catch up to him.
"I'm going to sleep for a while," he announced, wandering off to the camp in his thoughts.
"Good night then little one. May Pharasma guide you." The said to the Vanara.
Turning back to the rest of the group he asked, "So, who is this...Drago?"
Disappointed that none of the paladins are interested in blowing off some steam, Skaar returns and pokes around the dropped belongings.