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"Indeed, I am still limited to what I studied days ago, we have weathered an attack here but held out." Aravashnial says. Some grunting is heard and the door opens enough to allow everyone passage inside. Once inside the soft glow of candles and a few well placed light spells make it almost seem cosy. The bodies have been removed and the broken pews have been disassembled and cleaned up. The books are back on their shelves as well.
Firinn hears some rustling on the other side of the door, then one of the great double doors opens slightly. "Firinn why have you come back? Did we retake the city already?" Aravashnial's voice drifts though the opening
"It sounds like it yes, we should see if there are any survivors in there, plus it has knowledge that could help you in your fights." The building a head is a tower, there is a set of double doors that remain intact. Most of the buildings around the tower have been damaged or destroyed, the demons or cultist may have left this one for a reason.
"I agree with Terry, we do not know what will come behind us as we make a break for the surface." Aravashnial says.
"Once I have used a spell I cannot reprepare it without my eyes." Aravashnial moves up to the group, his voice sounds very upset at his own statement.
"It looks to me like they are most likely all out of their lair right now looking for food, now would be the time to strike. We want to rid this land of all demonic presence do we not?" Aravashnial lets the question hang
Aravashnial comes over looking around at the abyssal landscape with a bit of a frown on his face. "Killing the Queen should drive off the swarm, I have seen these sorts of creatures before and fought them in small numbers but never like this. If you can get in and kill the queen we should win this day out."
Yes book, you can at the end of the book if we don't find a solution, I mean you really can never fire more than 5 shots a round can you?
"Baphoment you say?" Aravashnial almost smiles. "I had a theory about him and his cultist, I have heard rumors that they operate like this. Enter a city, take it down from the inside bit by bit, then something big comes and causes the city to not exist anymore." Aravashnial looks proud of his assessment.
"I can yes, I have some summons that would help us fight this creature quickly and effectively." Aravashnial smiles at being asked for his help
"There is a Basidirond in these tunnels below the city? Fascinating It would be an interesting plant to study." Aravashnial says to no one or everyone since he doesn't look at anyone anymore while talking.
"What is he talking about? Freaks how? What do they look like?" Aravashnial has now learned to control his voice slightly better.
"I have a theory that some of the first Crusaders were perverted by Abyssal energies, upon their return here they went underground and formed a community. It is a theory I tell you but it makes sense." Aravashnial says not so loudly.
"Conjuration, I summon creatures to bolster the ranks of the crusaders and to keep this city safe." Aravashnial "looks" to where the voice of Carson is. "What do you study?"
"We could press on my magic is still strong I have not used any spells." The Elf beams at being asked his input. Horgus just looks around, taking a breather then Standing back up and following the others back into the tunnel.
The lone long tunnel winds sound, the passage is dark and you can almost walk 2 abreast . Everyone walks like what seems forever, Aniva and Aravashnial slow the group down, Horgus appears to want to say something but never does as he doesn't really want to go this alone.
Aniva leads Aravashnial into the Temple, Horgus follows behind but only becasue he doesn't want to be left in the dark tunnels by himself. "WHere are we? Someone tell me." Aravashnial says loudly, although it could just be an echo that makes it louder.
Rionnag kills the fly attacking Firinn, it's body crashes down with a chunk missing from its head. Khaz heads into the Fray as well. "What is going on?" Aravashnial shouts from the tunnel.
"Eyes, where did you go? What is going on? Who is the man bellowing?" Aravashnial ask loudly. "Are we under attack?"
Horgus looks shocked that such creatures could just burst out of another one, Aniva has drawn her bow and readied an arrow. "What was that noise? Who is supposed to be my eyes tell me what is going on." Aravashnial says loudly.
"I am fine, a fellow Elf good, you can be my eyes. Tell me how close are we to the surface? We need to get back up there now and help with defense of the city." Aravashnial has yet to move from where he stood up.
"Thank you for your medical assessment, I should be able to deal with the issue till we can get to Quendys. Tell me what is going on here, I need a full report so that I can lead us out of here." The Elf stands up with the help of his staff. "I need one of you to be my "eyes" and give me constant updates on what is going on." The Elves voice is hard. Sense Motive DC 20: It sounds like his injuries are more taxing on him then he is letting on, he just wants to sound like he is ok and wants to be in charge to not feel the effects of losing his sight.
Fenna and the other sit with Aravashnial and have a conversation while Lynn and Iko have a philosophical debate on good vs evil. "I am electing to stay here, as the most senior member of the Rift Wardens it is my duty to help protect these books. If you find Quednys please tell him we are here." Aravashnial helps with picking up some of the books.
"IT is ok, no one was prepared for this. As you can see I was wounded severely in the assault and now I must find a way to restore my sight." Aravashnial will sit on one of the benches.
Aravashnial and Aniva come in just after the start of the conflict, both trying to decide how to help out. "Who do I direct my summon to attack?" A ball of shining light floats just over the shoulder of Aravashinal. K. Planes 12:
Aravashnial has a Lantern Archon with him.
"I have nothing for calming humans, my specialty is support for the Rift Wardens, conjuring beasts to assist with fighting demons." Aravashnial has a sense of urgency in his voice.
"We are in the Noble District? I wish to return to Blackwing Ruins, it is in the southern most portion of the city. I feel we have passed the area already but it is where I have my things and others that I may know." The Elf has changed the bandages on his face recently.
Aravashnial comes out from the back after a couple hours of meditating, "I feel a bit better, can you please tell me where in the city we are located? I have some business that I would like looked into as well."
Aravashnial touches the bandages over his eyes. "I would rather you not, it is not something that you need to witness." Aravashnial retreats into the back room and rest.
"Can you please describe it to me? I will be able to tell you more about it." Aravashnial is standing at the door to the back room, holding on.
"The Tower of Estrod, that is a haven of information, a library that we use to research the Demons and the World Wound. It has some of the last writing from Sarkoiris, I would like to explore that to see what we can recover."
"Hmm boats, I once sailed on a ship down in the shackles, met the meanest pirate captain ever. She was named after the Sea Goddess Besmara. This captain could throw a dagger through a mans eyes at 20 paces, nearly did it to me when I met her at a port." Aravashnial rubs his chin thinking more. "Had a temper too but her crew loved her. Maybe you should make your way down to the Shackles Don if you survive up here."
"I would like to reach the surface quickly, my spells are lessened each time I use them." Aravashnial holds his staff tightly, fatigue playing on his face.
"Why have we stopped are we at the traitors den already?" Aravashnial looks around sightless
"These bodies need to be returned to the Rift Wardens for identification and to make sure that as Lady Lynn has stated we root them out."
"I always knew they were here, so many of our major movements have been leaked lately. The Rift Wardens never had issues but the regular crusaders would get attacked when they arrived at a Secret location. This confirms it, there must be more of them down here somewhere." Aravashnial touches the unholy symbol.
"I should like to study the creature, I have never encountered a plant like that before." Aravashnial sits up a little taller in the cart, trying to sense a head.
Aravashnial yells from the other side. "How heavy is the cart? My magic is strong but the cart may weight to much for me."
"I can also levitate myself across, if someone can pull me that would be helpful." Aravashnial stands up and looks around wanting to feel helpful.
"What is it? Why have we stopped again? We need to move faster to get to the surface." Aravashnial turns his head to "look" at the issue.
"Lizard elves? What are you talking about?" Aravashnial says from the back of the cart, turning his blood stained clothed eyes toward all the talking.
"I would like to know more about his studies in to Demonic Magics, while out on patrol in the World Wound you see all sorts of Demonic perversions and monstrous things."
"I wasn't in the city but a report did come out once he escaped that if found we were to apprehend him at all costs."
"What is going on? What is the shouting and who else is talking?"
A faint breeze blows in from the exit off to the east, Aravashnial stops when he moves by the door and holds his hand up. "Must be a way out this way,I feel a breeze. Even if it does not lead out right now I am in need of rest as well."
"I think so, I wish I could see them. We must get moving along again, there will be someone left on the surface who can restore my vision."
Aravashnial turns to the sound of Iko's voice, "looking" at him through a blood covered cloth. "The energies perverted the Crusaders, causing mutations and deformations. It is just a theory but an entire contingent of Crusaders just went missing when they returned from the First Crusade."
"What do the Statues look like? I have a theory about places like this, has to do with the abyssal energies from the World Wound." Aravashnial will move about the room using has staff to keep him from falling.
"What was all the racket? Who is smashing about here? Where are we now?" Aravashnial runs his hands along the walls, touching the groves carved there. "Worked stone? Is there Dwarves around here? They could help us get out quicker."
"Why not just proceed the way we were going? Back tracking will only delay us." Aravashnial looks around without seeing.
"How did a cart survive the fall? Is it treated with something? Let me have a look." Aravashnial starts forward but stumples over some odd looking rocks. He leans down and picks one up. "These hold power, what are they?"
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