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Sorry I haven't been around, I've been trying to find the time and energy to get caught up and post, but it just isn't happening. I don't want to bail out, but it isn't fair to leave you all waiting either. I'm really sorry, but it's probably best if I bow out of the game.
Ameline took in the scene beyond the doorway -- the ritual, the horrid and pathetic thing atop the pedestal, the golems, the fire... The room before had seemed much less dangerous on first glance, but looks had been deceiving. Ameline looked to the floor, even the walls and ceiling, hoping to spot any hidden traps or hazards before they were caught unawares.
As the battle came to an end, Ameline suppressed any remorse she felt for the fallen. They had been dead before she could have helped them...and there was little she could do to aid them, now. She approached Daradnu's fresh corpse and fetched the war razor from her belt. With dispassionate care she carved blessings of Zon-Kuthon, the Kyton Demagogues, taking particular care with the words for her own patron, Barravoclair. "May the Lady take your final breath," she said, softly. "And may your soul and flesh be claimed by the Kytons, to suffer their sacred torments for eternity." After, she addressed her fellow Hellknights while Kevroth worked on the traps. "Is anyone injured? And were your fallen companions devout?"
Ameline cursed under her breath as another ally fell to the horrid beast. She saw her opening to reach Kevroth, however, and stepped cautiously where the traps had already been sprung.
Ameline took a few cautious steps forward, and lamented that she couldn't reach her only injured ally. She prepared herself for whatever harms were to come next, ready to let her healing energies surge at a moment's notice.
Ameline scowled as the battle progressed, with one ally already downed and dead. "Be careful!" She snapped. "Those traps are everywhere, and I can't heal you if you're dead!" Fortunately the others weren't significantly injured. Ameline made use of her time with a simple attack spell...
Ameline scowled as traps went off, and continued her climb to the top of the stairs. She shot a glance back to Giosue. "Don't fall behind," she warned. It did not look as though the traps had done too much harm yet, but between those obstacles and Deradnu, she would be needed soon enough. For now she gave the room a good, long look, trying to spot other traps or obstacles before they were triggered...
Ameline held her place as others advanced on their horned foe, and kept her shield and unholy symbol ready. She glanced between Giosue and Hellstrider, prepared to position herself as they required. "We are Hellknights, Deradnu," she addressed the beast with a stern but level tone. "We have no fear nor remorse for reckless, mewling beasts of your ilk."
Ameline pulled off one glove and produced a platinum ring and gold bracelet; she put on both pieces and slid her hand back in the glove. She took out a matching one of each, and held them out to the other armigers. ”These should go to our front line warriors,” she said. ”The bracelet to whomever may be attacked most, and the ring to whomever is least hardy. Don’t be shy; these will greatly help me keep you healthy and on your feet.”
Ameline eased her stance. Whatever sort of beast it was, it was taken down with ease. If the rest of the mission went this way, she feared her presence would go to waste. But few missions were ever as easy as they looked, initially. "Lead on," she said to the other Armigers.
Ameline raised her shield as the creature came forth, trying to recall anything she knew about such rare and horrid creatures. She took a defensive stance, knowing full well her abilities would be more helpful to keep her comrades in the fight, rather than throwing blows herself. She held her unholy symbol tightly.
At Fort Nebarius:
"As you wish, Commander," Ameline had replied. She had already made it a habit to wear her armor at all times -- a blackened breastplate of average quality -- and was ready to depart immediately. She merely nodded to the tattooed duergar. Ameline arrived at the Gray Garrison, and approached her fellow Hellknights. "Ameline Khollarix, reporting in," she said with a bland tone. "Commander Irabeth has sent us to assist you." Ameline was not impressive in height or build, but carried herself well in her armor. Her head was shaved and her face without expression, a simple wooden shield strapped to her arm and no weapons drawn; though she carried a longbow on her back and a folded war-razor on her belt. A large unholy symbol -- the chained skull of Zon-Kuthon -- hung from her neck by an iron chain.
I can't see anything under the second spoiler, so I'm not sure what to post for an intro.
An arm and a leg.
I know I haven't actually posted to the thread yet, but here's my entry. I decided to try building an evil healer. |
