With the rest of the group having defeated the insect and moving ahead to examine the structure ahead, Stella continued to work on Hallvaror until he regained conscienceness. Afterwards she handed him the healing potion and had him drink it so that he could quickly get back on his feet and keep moving. She then stood up and looked around to see if she can find the source of the eerie light in the cavern.
Afterwards she sees Kokam, Damon and Granite struggling in front of the structure and trots over and says "Let me try" before attempting to open the door by pushing against it with both her hands.
After a few moments, the old door began to give way and Stella was able to push it open enough that the group could enter the building one at a time. "Easy!" she exclaimed "Not sure why you were having so much trouble." she continued cheekily. Stepping back to examine the structure as a whole she finishes with "And what do you think this building is?
Onyx smiled widely as Stella seemed to push the door open quite easily "Aha! All it needed was the touch of Desna! Well done, Stella!"
Healing
Aid another on Str
Grunting Stormbrow puts his shoulder into the door to help Stella, who seems to work out how to finesse the door that seems to have wedged shut in the seismic chaos.
This is a holy place, blessed of the gods... this might be a goodly place to rest if we need to do so, even for a hour while we tend our wounds. Tis too much an omen not to take, Hallvardr said.
Also a good place to allow Anevi to rest her leg some. Let's just make sure we're alone in here first
Truth be told the skald wanted to smash the nobleman in the face but he was distracted from focusing his feelings beyond contempt by the discomfort of his wounds... it hurt to draw deep breaths. The wound from the dive bombing demon fly was gone but his ribs still felt the impact of its assault. It was not just Anevi who could do with a rest.
Hallvardr's words jolt Kokam, realizing for the first time that they weren't just looking at a building but a temple!
Alongside the big man, Kokam as well stares daggers at the despicable nobleman, then looks up into the Ulfen's bearded face, "How are you feeling, big man? You took quite the blow there."
Kokam then advances into the little room, looking down into the basin , then turning to look at the door, running her fingers along the hammer engraved there, commenting mostly to herself, "Should we even be trying to get into here? It is a temple after all..."
Onyx, his face shrouded by his hood, sneered at the nobleman and stood behind Anevia and put a hand on her shoulder. He said nothing, but offered his support in silence.
Onyx moved alongside Kokam and looked at the holy symbol on the door. "Torag is good, and we mean no harm to him or his temple. I doubt he would have any objections as long as we are respectful."
I can still fight. It caught me an unfortunate turn of the body is all. I will think on carrying a shield, is all he says in reply to any concern for his condition.
He looked around, trying to think on what he knew of Torag. The God was popular among the Ulfen but had never called to him... not like Gorum had.
OOC: or it could be a temple that was neither 'hallowed' nor 'defiled', just a regular temple. I don't think all temples have been hallowed.
Let me know if you use your divine sense again but remembered that it does not work for things under 'total cover'.
Questions?
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”We are all tired, Anevia; this has been a trying day for everyone,” said Damon to the distraught archer. ”We all have a choice how to deal with our situation in general or our faith in particular—does it remind you of what you have lost, or give you hope for what might yet be saved?” Looking at Anevia with a warm smile, he added, ”I know what choice I will make this day.”
Turning to the elderly noble, Damon continued, ”Lord Gwerm, if you were injured, I would still be doing my very best to save you, even if you slowed us down. You are more than welcome to keep your own faith private, but I hope whatever deity you revere would encourage you to extend the same mercy to our wounded archer friend.”
Stella, hearing the confrontation between the woman and the nobleman, prepares to comment on the situation until she hears Hallvaror's and the others comments about taking a break in the temple. Chiming in, Stella follows up with "Perhaps this would be a good place to rest for a few moments. It'll let us all recover our strength a bit..." And hopefully cool everyone's heads as well... If this bickering doesn't stop we'll never make it out of here, she follows up to herself afterwards. Longing for the times when she wandered Avistan alone, she promised herself that she would step in should any of these confrontations escalate.
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"Well-said, Stella," said Damon. "Let's check the rest of the building, and when all the doors are open, I will check for Divine Presence again--to see if any residual blessing remains on this temple," he considered. Standing up by the fountain at the next door, Damon held his shield at the ready and prepared to open the door, saying, "Shall we?"
Aye
OOC: you are all doing a great job RPing your PCs, but let's see if we can bring them to life even more.
Have you thought of any quirks and/or mannerisms that your PC has?
What about fears? Bugs, undead, ghosts, disappointing daddy, criticism, etc.?
I promise I won't hold it against it mechanically, but it will make for an even better RP experience.
Consider telling us, writing these down in your PC sheet, or, even better, bringing them out in RP.
Questions?
Game on!
The noble was grating more and more on Onyx's patience How can somebody be so arrogant without offering anything in a time like this?. He wanted to speak his mind, put the man in his place, but what he said earlier rang true. The Duskrunners were a very small unit, and if this man was as powerful as he claimed his ire could be the undoing of his father's work. [I]He'll be gone soon, Onyx, he'll be gone soon...[i]
Onyx was impressed by the workmanship of the door as it easily slid open. He called forward to Damon "What do you see in there? Anything interesting?"
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Actions 1:
Though Horgus' words cut him to the quick, Damon did his best not to let his face show his feelings. Having never lived up to his father's expectations for a noble son, the words of the elderly noble implying he wasn't a good servitor of Iomedae felt like a critical echo from the past.
Actions 2:
Drawing his sword, Damon strode towards the being emitting the evil aura. Not knowing if it was fiend or undead, still he advanced to rid the temple of its unholy aura. "You have desecrated this temple and I will end your foul existence. Face your judgement, evil creature!" called the paladin as he advanced, unwilling to strike the being without warning in dishonorable fashion, though it may have been the tactically wisest course of action.
Entering the place of worship did not thrill the blood like a shrine of Gorum did, but like most of his people, he was not a monotheist. The gods were worthy of respect, and Torag was one of the deities venerated by the Ulfen in general.
He walked in, using his spear ever so slightly as a walking staff, keeping an eye on elf, archer and noble.
There is a priest here?, he wondered in surprise on seeing the seated figure within.
"Suffice it is to say that I am on the opposite side of the demons,” he looked at the blind elf, “despite what some conspiracy theorists believe.” Horgus continued with his foul mood."
Hearing Horgus' odd comment, Stella asks (with less tact than she realized) "Allying with demons? Why would you be accused of that"
Action #2
Seeing Damon stride in at the ready towards the "corpse" in the main chamber, Stella instinctively moved slowly in front of the the non-combatants ready to defend them should something unnatural occur in the next room. Desna let this just be an old corpse she said to herself as she moved into position.
Kokam smiled at Onyx's reassurances about their presence in Torag's temple. She didn't have much experience with other faiths, and did not want to offend; dwarves were a prickly bunch, so she assumed their gods were so as well!
As Damon entered, Kokam followed going wide to the left, hugging the wall, spear at the ready.
When he made his declaration, the hairs on Kokam's arms rose and she gripped her spear tighter, watching the seated figure intently...
Entering the place of worship did not thrill the blood like a shrine of Gorum did, but like most of his people, he was not a monotheist. The gods were worthy of respect, and Torag was one of the deities venerated by the Ulfen in general.
He walked in, using his spear ever so slightly as a walking staff, keeping an eye on elf, archer and noble.
There is a priest here?, he wondered in surprise on seeing the seated figure within.
Seeing Damon stride forward with his blade drawn and hearing his declaration, Onyx said "So I'll take that as a 'Yes' on the interesting front" He then drew his short bow and readied himself for a fight.
OOC: Blasphemy!!! :)
It's alright. Not that big a deal.
I know this is a different format for the game so things like that happens.
All of you try to remember to continue writing in past tense and using quotes when speaking. Think of this like a chapter in a book.
Questions?
Game on!
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Damon strode forward as the wretched creature revealed itself, his focus narrowing to attack and defense as he drew within range . Praying to Iomedae for guidance in defeating this foe, Damon swung his sword in a diagonally downward slash, trying to hit the creature on its left shoulder and perhaps disable one of those nasty-looking claws.
Landing a solid hit, Damon steadied himself into a ready position, trying to keep his shield between himself and the foul creature's sharp claws. Almost as an afterthought, he added, "Oh, and that's for Torag too."
Action #1
Horgus harrumphed, “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask the blind elf here. He might know something about that.”
Implying that there's some mutual animosity between himself and the elf, Stella approached the wizard and asked "Aravashnial, do you know what Horgus is talking about?"
Action #2
After hearing Damon and the others begin to deal with whatever is in the main chamber, Stella - who was protecting the non combatants - searched around the cavern for anything else that might've been a threat.
Round 1
The 'priest' turned an revealed it's nature...no longer a servant of Torag! It's desiccated skin and long dirty teeth and claws sent a shiver down Kokam's spine, freezing her to the spot.
But then, Damon strode forward, a prayer to Iomedae on his lips...striking at the creature that desecrated this temple. Her heart warmed by her friend's bravery, Kokam shook off her shock and maneuvered to come at the 'priest' from behind...
...her spear thrust was tangled by the priests' vestigial robes, but her solid punch snapped a number of ribs, the bones popping loudly in the small chamber.
RUSTED BLADE!, Hallvardr swore, jerking in surprise to the horror before him, bringing up his speak in a reflexive jerk. Stay back!.
Whether his words were a warning to his charges or an involuntary appeal against the terror before his eyes is not known.
Onyx cursed as his allies rushed into the temple, weapons ready. "Calistria's sting! Get out of the way, get me a clear shot at... whatever is making you angry!"
Just realised I was surprised last round when everyone attacked...
Revised. You can use that flavour text for last round if you want.
Assuming it isn't dead on my turn, I hurl a spear at it...
minus modifications for throwing into combat/cover etc.
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Round 1
The 'priest' turned an revealed it's nature...no longer a servant of Torag! It's desiccated skin and long dirty teeth and claws sent a shiver down Kokam's spine, freezing her to the spot.
But then, Damon strode forward, a prayer to Iomedae on his lips...striking at the creature that desecrated this temple. Her heart warmed by her friend's bravery, Kokam shook off her shock and maneuvered to come at the 'priest' from behind...
[dice=Attack, Spear, one-handed]1d20+5
[dice=Damage]1d6+3[dice=Attack, bonus, open-hand]1d20+5
[dice=Damage]1d4+3...her spear thrust was tangled by the priests' vestigial robes, but her solid punch snapped a number of ribs, the bones popping loudly in the small chamber.
Action #1
Implying that there's some mutual animosity between himself and the elf, Stella approached the wizard and asked "Aravashnial, do you know what Horgus is talking about?"Horgus harrumphed, “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask the blind elf here. He might know something about that.”
OOC: No, we can continue this scene as we develop the other scenes. That is probably the main strength of the game format (aside from keeping things neat and tidy).
As long as things don't escalate where it would void the 'future' scenes (like you kill Horgus for example) then it's not a problem but rather highly encouraged.
Kokam may strike with advantage (i'll strike for her if she doesn't get to it before I recap).
I intend to recap later tonight.
Questions?
Game on!
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
, hit
, Damon
, hit critical
Onyx rushed forward into the doorway just as the creature's claws sunk deep into Damon. He watched his friend collapse to the floor, his new sword clanging loudly on the once-polished stone. "Damon! No!" He drew his bow, knocked an arrow and let it loose at the creature Pulura, guide this arrow true he thought in silent prayer.
The priest ducked away from the arrow at the last second.
Onyx drew another arrow from his quiver, ready to fire.
Round 2
Kokam's spear becomes tangled in the priest's tattered robe and when she pulls it out a large section of dried skin and bone come with it, clattering to the floor.
However, her efforts do not slow down the undead creature. Kokam watches with despair as it strikes down Damon in a shower of blood.
Kokam has to steel her mind to not fly into the rage her people are most known for, hearing her Elder's voice in her mind, Trust in your training....
Gathering herself, she takes a deep breath and launches herself at the priest's exposed back...
...her spear plows into the creature's back, bone and dried flesh exploding outward from the impact.
Following up on her spear strike, Kokam spun around, her leg and foot travelling at incredible speed, connecting with the undead creature's side, bones crunching under the impact.
Following up on her spear strike, Kokam spun around, her leg and foot travelling at incredible speed, but the creature moves at an importune time, her foot missing by inches.
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Damon felt a sudden coldness in his chest as the undead thing moved past his defenses and plunged its claws deep into his torso. “Is this what death feels like? At least I die as a valiant servant of Iome...”, thought the young Paladin as his body slumped to the floor, the evil whispering at the edges of his mind mercifully silent for now.
1 Success
"Return Iomedaen! Gorum has need of you!", the Viking intones, voice reverberating with iron echoes.
Healing energy surges through the inert Paladin.
Action #1
Turning towards Horgus and understanding his sour disposition slightly better, Stella says to both Horgus and the elf "I understand why you might be frustrated with everything that has happened between you two but our lives are still in danger and now is not the time to bicker. Once we've all worked together to get safely back to the surface I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that." before ending with a smile and hoping that that would settle the matter for the time being.
Round #1
Hearing quite a commotion from the main chamber but unsure what was going on Stella readies herself to protect the three behind her should anything dangerous make it past the rest of the group I hope it's nothing too serious... Desna and Torag, lend them your aid if you can...
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Damon felt a sudden coldness in his chest as the undead thing moved past his defenses and plunged its claws deep into his torso. “Is this what death feels like? At least I die as a valiant servant of Iome...”, thought the young Paladin as his body slumped to the floor, the evil whispering at the edges of his mind mercifully silent for now.
[dice=Round 2 Death Save]1d20
1 Success
The light was bright and swiftly approaching, but it had a warmth to it Damon had never experienced before. He could almost make out...”Gorum has need of you!” suddenly reverberated in his consciousness and Damon opened his eyes to a stone cold floor and the sounds and smells of combat. ”Gorum?” he asked weakly, trying to get his bearings as the world slowly swam back into focus.
Turn 021 - Gorum has Need of You
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
, hit but silver scale triggered
Onyx pulled the second arrow from the quiver at his waist end fired it in the same heartbeat.
The undead creature quickly spun and knocked the arrow from the air. Onyx swore I need to relax, I'm better than this...
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Kokam could only watch as the thing clutched at her spear and slowly drew itself closer, then the other claw was slashing towards her!
The flash that saved her life brought momentary tears to her eyes, for she saw, and any who were near saw, a pair of ghostly , dragon wings spring forth around Kokam and rebuff the fallen priest's attack.
Just as suddenly as they'd appeared, the wings faded from sight....their work done it seems.
With renewed faith and vigor, Kokam wrests the spear from the priest's grasp and spinning, swung it at it's head...
... catching it just under the jaw, separating the head from torso with a loud sound of broken bone and torn flesh. The head caroms off of a nearby pew, coming to rest up against the far wall. The body, crumpled to the ground, allowed to finally rest.
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Unable to move even as he awoke, Damon’s self-doubting voice returned. ”Your weak goddess couldn’t protect you, boy. The only reason you live is due to the power of a strong god. Pity you are too weak to even move when the Lord of Battle calls you back to the fight...coward,” whispered the voice in his mind. Not even able to turn his head, Damon heard the sounds of combat fade, and he could only hope his friends had been victorious, for he was too helpless to even blink his own eyes.
Yes!, he exulted inwardly when his spear flew true, and there was a momentary surge of relief when Kokam took its head off.
Well struck Kokam! Praise the Lord in Iron!
Hallvardr moved to threaten the undead remains with his blade in case it sought to rise again while he checked Damon. He was pleased to see the Paladins chest rise and eyes open, albeit without blinking.
Well? Is the floor so comfortable that you don't rise?, he jested but completely deadpan, his gaze returning to the bony heap.
Are there other threats Kellid? Riftwarden?, he asked, keeping his attention focused on the vanquished foe.
Hearing the sounds of combat die down, Stella relaxed slightly and turned to the three behind her, "It seems that the others have handled what ever threat was in the church. Let's join them but please stay behind me in case things are not what they appear..."
Entering the main chamber, Stella was surprised to see the headless body of a former priest lying on the ground. Concerned about what transpired and as she was about to ask what happened she noticed Damon lying motionless on the ground. Walking forward to help him up, she then noticed his distress and quickly kneeled down and asked him "Damon can you hear me? Can you move?" When she received no response outside of his widening eyes Stella began to examine him looking for clues. Seeing the claw marks on his chest, she noticed a small amount of an odd black colored liquid slowly seeping out of the wound; taking a small drop, she quickly sniffed the sample before tasting it. Sensing a foul taste/ presence, she spits it out almost immediately before announcing to the group "Damon's been poisoned by whatever it was you just fought. Luckily it seems he only received a small amount of the toxin - praise Desna - and should be able to move in a few minutes. Now more than ever, it'd probably be wise to rest here for a short while and recover as many of us have taken serious wounds..." looking slightly concerned at all the injured in their small band of survivors.