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Aristaios is waiting for Tassira to fire off her spell so he's not caught in it when he rushes in.
Everybody ready?
Aristaios stares out from the bushes, occasionally casting a glance at Daniel nearby. He tries to steady his breathing, waiting for the signal.
Ditto. Also, I just thought of a cool name for our burgeoning band of vigilante-heroes!
Get well soon, Evil DM! :)
Aristaios will be focusing on trip attacks too. That's what he's designed for anyway.
Aristaios has his sword drawn as he lurks in the shadows, the kinds of shadows he'd known for a long, long time. He glowers as he waits for the signal to spring the trap. Patience. The Way of the Children is patience. Only when the enemy releases their energy can you turn it back upon them.
Aristaios looks around. "Chandra's disguises gave me an idea. What if we had masks of some sort? Not just to disguise ourselves but take on a unified identity? Like we're not just a motley of disaffected Wiscrani, but a true united force? It would make quite a statement to the Hellknights, I think..."
"Hellknights aren't going to be scared of soldiers, they'll just assume they can barge past."
Aristaios quickly tries to regain his composure and nods at Andrezi's suggestion. "A...a feint is a solid idea, Andrezi. You saw what we can do in the sewers, Janiven. I volunteer to aid in the strike team taking Arael back."
Aristaios is still a bit blown away by the location of the hideout. "Seriously, this is the most conspicuous building in the entire city! I could even see it from my house when I was a kid!" he says to no one in particular.
Aristaios rises early, meditating and praying before cleaning himself up and a brief weapons drill before joining the others. "How did you manage to hide a safehouse under the Arodenama?!" he asks, clearly surprised.
Tis cool. I keep an eye on these things anyway.
Aristaios nods and follows Janiven up the stairs. "I am sorry things ended today the way they did. I will not fail you again." When he sees the Iomedaean icon he seats himself in a position many monks recognize as "lotus position," rather than kneeling as most priests would, and pulls out his sword. He places it before him and begins to focus on it. He sits there for a long time, silent, before finally preparing for bed and going to sleep.
Aristaios nods and looks about the place. "This place..." he says to no one in particular, "...it looks like a shrine or temple. Tell me, is there a space here for prayer? I wish to meditate."
"For now, we wait, give Janiven a chance to rest and recover tonight. I presume we'll ambush the Hellknights and recover him." Aristaios takes one of the beds and sits down. "We were truly blessed in our escape."
"Daniel, Chandra's right here. She just took her wig off. You were wounded and Janiven saved you, then we saved her. We're in Janiven's safe house. Calm yourself." Aristaios folds his hands.
Aristaios listens to Viktyr's small speech and his countenance falls. "Why?" he replies softly. He looks crushed. "We need you. This city needs you!"
"They tried. They died," Aristaios replies.
"Taken, apparently. He was supposed to rendezvous with us at Vizio's Tavern, but the Hellknights got to him first. Morosino here warned us quickly enough that we were able to escape in time." He jerks down in in a quick bow. "Aristaios of the Upper Reach, at your service, Miss..." he trails off, clearly expecting her name.
Aristaios looks around, his eyes widening slightly. "You really are prepared for this. I'm impressed. Not to mention grateful for having a place to sleep rather than trying to find some sort of makeshift shelter back in the Dead Sector."
Aristaios takes out a sash and begins wiping the blood from his blade as he walks over to Chandra and Daniel. He stands over them, watching with a furrowed brow, waiting to see what will happen.
DAH, I forgot it was my turn! Sorry! D8
Welcome, welcome! :D
Aristaios slides to the side to allow Viktyr through and then grabs the last vial from his sash. "JANIVEN! CATCH!" He tosses the vial to Janiven.
As far as dice rolling goes, I only have to say "NOW DAT'S MO' LIKE IT!!!" *please read that in Danny DeVito's voice*
Aristaios advances, his hooked blade glinting in the small pockets of light throughout the sewer. "Did you truly think we were alone, tyrants?" he says darkly as he flanks the one fighting Janiven. He swings his blade rapidly, hoping to cut the armiger down quickly.
Well, I'm in two games with Dragoncat (He GMs the Rise of the Runelords game I'm in, and he's a fellow player in a Carrion Crown game we're in together). He's dependable and creative, on both sides of the screen.
"Yes," Aristaios says matter-of-factly. "If she is in danger, we will help her, if she isn't we will reunite with her. The Hellknights got the drop on us once, but we are prepared now. They won't do so again. Have faith." Aristaios draws his sword again and looks to the blood, trying to follow it.
Aristaios nods back. "Likewise. I've wanted to test my skill in battle for a long time now. It is the only way I will improve, as I have learned all I could from the practice arena. Now let's get out of here. I think we all could use a bath."
"Here, sword-brother. Take one of mine." Aristaios takes out another vial and offers it to Viktyr.
Aristaios grabs one of his potions and sips it slowly, allowing the magic to do its work. He crushes the vial in his hand and casts the pieces aside, then tucks his sword back into his sash. "I will be fine. Well fought, everyone. Lead on, Morosino." He glowers a bit, evidently not as fine as he claims.
"Press the attack, now!" Aristaios barks as he belabors his foe further.
Yay! I can't wait to meet them! :)
I'll miss you folks. You were awesome. :(
"I'll savage you with the tenacity only Hell can muster!" Aristaios says with a snarl as he continues trying to strike the little wretch who got the lucky shot in.
Aristaios presses his attack on the goblin who injured him.
Aristaios grunts in pain and then glowers at the wretch that just injured him after dispatching its friend. "Good shot. You'll not get another."
No apology necessary. Glad you're okay! :)
Aristaios lowers into a defensive stance, swinging his sword at the the goblin right before him, not aware of the goblin right around the corner.
"Shadows..." Aristaios says with a shudder. "That's something I never want to encounter again. I may have escaped from a slaver band thanks to one ambushing us, but it killed my friends before they could get away too..."
"Goblins are a lot easier to fight than Hellknights, Morosino, I don't think they'll give us too much trouble. Besides, if we don't look for the way out we'll never find it. The only way to stop being lost is to press forward until you find the way again. Janiven's doing her very best to keep the hunters busy, and we need to take advantage of the opportunity she's given us."
Aristaios squats down and looks Morosino in the eye. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. No one is ever ready for the strife and wrongs life brings to them. No amount of training can allow you to see the future...well, unless you're a wizard but neither of us are." He chuckles, his stern facade cracking a little. "You did the best you could with what you had, Morosino. The only thing we can do now is watch, learn, and remember when we are next called to act. You have not failed. Let's find our way out of here." He stands up straight again and offers his hand to the lad.
Aristaios nods and waits for Morosino's directions.
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