"What do ya think boys? Can I take it down?!" He implies looking at the towering beast. Then lets the panther move slightly in the other direction as they continue riding.
She says not really paying it any heed now.
The Blood wars soldier was coming out of Rosa again. To her this was just like keeping a unit intact and focused. Keep to the plan and keep going.
Finding a low point between two hills the group sets in for the night.
Rosa sits some of 1st watch and all of second, she did so, with ease as she only needed a couple of hours rest a night, and studying the unholy book took only an hour longer.
On watch one when the hell hounds came.
"Come here you pups, the fires will keep you warm"
Serill marvels at the huge creature, recalling books he had read describing such monstrosities and hopes they can peacefully pass it, not wanting to have to hurt such a magnificent beast.
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Serill uses Mage Hand to try and catch the firefly and study the rune on it closer.
Sitting the last watch, Grod looks up as metal objects begin to rise all over the camp. When they fall back down, he shakes his head. How odd. Strange place, this. But later, when the grass begins to move away, he is truly alarmed, and begins waking the others. ”Get up! Something strange is going on.”
Rose is in a war stance it seems the moment Grod starts to say something is wrong. Sword out she jumps and her dark force wings bring from her back, they beat once and she rises fast.
Wiping Desna's sand from his eyes, Davian gets up, starknife in hand.
Annwyn wakes up, mildly annoyed at the disturbance, and looks around, making no sound or barely even moving.
With the Infernal call from Rosa the hell hounds would come, resting in the fire the best they could.
Serill, the bug is an automaton and with your knowledge of the arcane you believe the word is 'fire' in Draconic. It should stay with you for now and give you fire resistance 2.
The figure does not move even at Grod's announcement.
Rosa strokes the hounds, feeding what scraps she has belt pouches.
She checks they are all healthy, healing them if they are hurt.
"Theres good boys, here have some of this, yes you want it, yes you do. Now what are you doing all the way out here, pups."
She says as she pasts and fusses over them.
A few of the hounds were hurt but they all seem in good health besides the few wounds. The hell hounds respond positively towards Rosa but are unable to communicate. They whine a bit but seem happy to have her as a companion.
He does not stir at Grod's words. Looking at him you can see he is breathing but soundly.
Davian rightfully so, keeps a good distance away from the hellhounds, probably just within the light of the campfire.
"Y-You know. Îț îs ă lovely evenîng. Î țhînk înșteăd of şleep, Î șhăll gâze ât Deşnâ’ş șţârry heâvenș țonîghț. Îf ănyone wîşheş ţo joîn me, țhey măy."
"NOŢ YOU ROŞÂ!" The desnan cleric exclaims, then recovers. "Eh, no. Your..’pâţîenţş’ need țo be țended țo."
Amazing, I must study you and find out your purpose. Serill will cast Detect Magic and study the Fire-bug for a time.
At Grod's warning Serill is alert, looking around to see what is going on.
The group stands ready, most of them see the lump especially with Grod's pointing weapon accentuating the direction of the figure. It does not move.
Rosa keeps going up wards. If anything is attacking them from under the ground she wanted distance and up was the fastest way to get it.
The hell hounds whine as Rosa ascends up into the air.
Rosa seeing he hounds waiting flies low and land some way from the group and the lump in the ground.
She pulls out her Silent Whistle from her pouch and blows it, to get the hounds to come to her.
[oob]EDITED - Hold on, the hounds stay, sorry thought they had left after that watch as so many other things showed up.[/ooc]
Rosa seeing the hounds not running off when she took off, but now waiting. Descends once more and land some way from the group and the lump in the grass.
After she lands she pulls out a Silent Whistle from her pouch and blows it. She knows the hounds hear her and she hopes they will come to her and away from the attack from under the ground.
Serill turns to his magic to perhaps uncover something here and casts detect magic focusing on the creature.
The hounds go to Rosa away from the camp and the bunched up grass.
Round 3
Lidras flies a small distance from the party. Rosa does the same and calls the hell hounds to her. Most are awake.
The desnan cleric keeps close to group, ready to provide healing or marshal support.
Rosa stands and holds out here sword.
"Stand by me pops, we will wait and see what this thing is"
Annwyn stands up under her tree, eyes keen in the darkness as she prepares for danger, enhancing her defenses the best she can.
The diminutive knight had taken his rest early in the evening, only needing a scant two hours before being back up and about his duties. He had been more than a little disturbed as Rosa called the skulking hell hounds into their camp, but as they seemed to keep to her and offer no issue to any of the remaining company, he tolerated the situation as best he could. With a little chuckle he had gone back into a meditation of faith and duty.
When his grim counterpart calls upon strange creatures in the night and metal objects floating, Aden leaps to his feet, drawing his righteous blade and turning about to see what threat approaches. His eyes failing to find a foe, he offers himself a blessing, hoping that his words might draw forth whomsoever may be approaching.
Speaking boldly, with a voice far deeper and more resonant that should be possible from a halfling. "Those that approach this company, let it be known you'll be judged as hostile and met accordingly lest you reveal yourself. I am Adegard Underhill, Swordbrother of Iomedae. Speak with me openly, and I will see that harm need not be visited upon you."
Round 3
After Aden's words a trio of three appear in the opposite direction of the clump of gathered grass. They appear well equipped adventurers. Likely a tiefling that looks the part like a succubus. A figure in a breastplate, leather bracers, metal shin guards, stout metal boots, and a dark helmet with a plume of blue fur off the top with a greatsword in his hands. The third figure is an old dwarf which for dwarven standards seems frail and worn-out looking with deep blue eyes and a really long snow-white beard that is braided into numerous strings hold together by multiple bronze rings, the longest of the braids nearly touching the ground. In contrast to his enormous beard, his head is completely bare but covered in numerous tattoo's. He wears wide, practical and warm clothes, in the colors of nature (dark green, brown, grey, white). And he don't seem to change his clothing style between adventuring and normal day wear. You see no weapons on the old geezer. You may make out tools for woodworking and hunting strapped to his backpack, but neither looks ready for a fight.
Round 3
Her appearance is that of a tempting succubus. Raven black hair spilling over two massive horns and a massive mane behind. Glowing red eyes, stark white teeth in comparison to her dark ruby glistening lips. A glittering diamond on her forehead and a necklace of bones and black leather. A red dress leaving little imagination to the viewer of all her deadly curves. Pert and amble breasts nearly ready to be free from the lack of clothing covering them. The rest of the dress covers her front and back, leaving cuts along the side to let her athletic legs be viewed easily. No wings or other demonic appearances as her hands are delicate with clean fingernails. On her head is a strange metallic hat of sorts made of flat strips of metal some six inches long with strange runes upon them, they almost seem to suspend in the air around her face as if ioun stones without the rotation. No weapons can be seen.
"Greetings, I hope you are here to venture into the recently found tomb? The Tomb of Nazarack. We have failed and hope you can find our allies within that graveyard. I am Olivira, this is Matthew" She raises her finely manicured hand to herself when she says her name and then points towards the armored one when she says his name, then to the old dwarf as she says his name, "and the last member Snowbeard. I am sorry for the misdirection but we are charged with survival and wanted to investigate and gather information before revealing ourselves."
Old Snowbeard (what a name?) is leaned heavily on a dark-wood walking cane. Atop the can sits a white, nearly translucent crab with oversized scissors. Should you focus on it, you may catch it blinking - so it is alive and not part of the cane after all.
As he lifts the left arm for a wave, a gnarling voice is carried by the wind. It sounds like the sound of a very distant snowslide in the mountains.
"Yarll, evn'in folks, yar heading fer the grave, arnt yar?
We searched fer yar in this place'o'creeps.
Ready fer a good'n'bloody adventure, yarll?"
"Yarll, evn'in folks, yar heading fer the grave, arnt yar?
"You know, you probăbly could hâve săîd ţhâț â beţţer wăy, said the heavily-accented varisian male as he slowly approached the trio; weapons lowered, but not put away.
"Well, îf you meăn uş no hârm, țhen you âre welcome. My năme îs Dâvîân Dreămspun, clerîc of Deşnâ."Looking to the living embodiment of sexual sin, Davian says to Olivira, "Ând for țhe record, Î prefer my soul țo remâîn în my body unţîl Phărășmă clăîmș îț. Juşţ for fuțure reference." Almost without thinking, Davian adds a wink to finish the sentence.
"Yaharr, this youngling of our lady North Star sure has a heavy tongue.
Naar harm, narr. But yar maybe shoudn touch me beard fer some suns.
Takes it some time to trust new faces and we narr want ya to get strangled before ya had yer chance to loose yer soul to Olivira, ehr?"
Turning to the palain who called them out:
"Yarll, small'one.
I always liked yer folk. Not judging by the outside but by once actions."
Then he catches sight of the towering devil-Lady further at the back.
He turns back at Aden and asks with a bewildered tone: "Yer knowing that yar having a devil in yer midst, arnt ya?
Wit helldoggies, evil-cutter, wings'o'smoke an all that, yarll?"
"Your words say one thing Davian but your actions say otherwise...though if only I was a brilliant succubus that would be something. Nay, just a lowly tiefling with sorercous powers to govern my lovely visage." She giggles and slowly walks to next to the fire and looks down upon the goliath. "So which one of you cursed him?" she says as she points at the goliath.
The man in armor puts his glowing great sword on his back and joins the circle around the flames. After a few minutes you can hear a groan and him coughing up things. Blood, phlegm and a collection of other liquids are coughed up through his helmet. Once he clears this throat he groans out, [b]"Deaaath awaits us within that grave. Snowbeard said it correctly. The other 20 members that went in never came back. We found remains of devils and angels, we are not the first to enter though we might be lucky enough to leave. My special ability to resurrect is the only thing that helped me escape. I was cursed though before I left. I could not speak until I met the next 'pitiful fools' to enter the great Tomb of Nazarack. As I am charged to guide I will take you in if you still wish. Don't take anything you did not bring with you.
"Your words say one thing Davian but your actions say otherwise...though if only I was a brilliant succubus that would be something. Nay, just a lowly tiefling with sorercous powers to govern my lovely visage."
Rosa seeing the others come into being casts protection form Chaos, on herself. She watches as the Dwarf and fighter come up into the camp. But the Demoness has Rosa's full attention. As her last comment Rosa just walks up to Olivira as if to say something. But then 16' tall Rosa just kicks the tiefling strait between the legs.
Rosa's Hell blade comes into being in front of her, she snatches it from the air. To the demon kin she says in a clear voice of command.
Her black blade is now point at Olivira.
"Well we looted, I got away by throwing my pack at the skeletons that followed me and they stopped. Perhaps from the loss of the pack or I got far enough away from the the Tomb." Matthew the armored fighter relays simply through his slotted helmet. "Undead, thousands and thousands of undead. There are vampires there too, so going in the day is likely best."
Lore Keeper (Sp): [DC30]
You can touch a creature to learn about its abilities and weaknesses. With a successful touch attack, you gain information as if you made the appropriate Knowledge skill check with a result equal to 15 + your cleric level + your Wisdom modifier. = 30
As soon as Lidras places a hand on the blade it is gone, vanished. Rosa takes a step back and points at Olivira.
She turns then having spoken what she need to and walks to the fighter.
The dwarf makes a grimace at the loud voice and the kick of the towering devil-woman.
"Ohhh-Ahhh, good thing Olivia 's'a succubus a' not an incubus, oioioi!"
"Gods-dâmmîţ, Roşâ!" The desnan scowled the towering hunter of souls. "We dîd noţ âţţâck you ouțrîghţ deşpîţe your ţîeş ţo Hell! We âll muşţ ţâke leâpş of fâiţh în ţhîş endeâvor! Or elşe we wîll kîll eâch oţher before ţhe ţomb hâş ît'ş chânce!"
Davian walks over to help the tiefling up. " Ăre you ălrîghț, Olîvîră? The cleric asks in a hushed tone.
Rosa is looking over what the fighter puked up.
She pulls out a healing kit and Anti Toxin kit from her belt.
As she sets to work she says.
She offered her hands in a motion to Matthew in indication he should take his helm off. As she did she added.
She layed out her medical kit.
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”You have told us that you are connected to hell and admitted that you could be considered evil. Should we also not trust you? From your actions thus far, it makes me wonder. And where do you get off telling us that we cannot be trusted here due to our gender? I, for one, am well warded against magic. I do not appreciate being talked down to as such, nor treated as if though you are the only one who knows what to do.”