"Yes, let's be rid of this foul place. At the very least, I can take these books we found to my temple brothers for translation: why such vile low-lifes would have books in the first place is the greater question."
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"Do any of you know who the Crimson Banner are? This letter suggest we may have found what they are looking for, or one very similar."
"You are wounded, Jerry? By the power of the Dawnflower, be healed!"
"Indeed; there are some at my home temple who could help. I did not pursue such studies though it seems there is merit to doing so as the opportunity arises."
Blackhands will Stabilize any of the thugs that may still be alive. "Jerry, please assist me, if you would," he requests. "At the very least, they should be tied up before healing them sufficiently before we turn them over to the constabulary."
With Jerry and Ostog off chasing down the last few thugs, Black stays to assist Rabe - or Stabilize the wounded in anticipation of handing them over to the authorities.
Cast Bless instead.
Blackhands roasts the men alive in the flames as they were unconscious and unable to fight back.
The two thugs take the flames directly and come out horribly singed, but still standing.
Still beset, Black shoots another blast of flames at the thugs.
Status hp 16, AC 16, 2/4 Level 1 spells remaining
I'm squeezing in a few hours of Europa Universalis IV every once in a while.
The power within him erupted in a gout of flame as Black turned to confront the rush of goons rushing to surround them.
Oh, I've had Medieval 2 for years... ;)
Still here. I've been cramming in Crusader Kings II and now Europa Universalis IV as much as possible around work and home projects and, starting next week, classes again. Desperately want to pick up Rome II Total War, but I think I'll wait til it goes on a 50% off (or better) Steam sale.
Hey all, I am back on the boards after an unexpected hiatus. My place of residence burnt down and with it my access to the internet. I am willing to hop back in if this PbP is still rolling and everyone with have me back? IMO, post away! DM has been really busy so the game has slowed a lot but so far as I know we're all still here.
Just to give fair warning, I'm going on vacation August 8-18 and will probably not have internet access. Even after I get back, it may take a few days to get caught up with everything again.
Oh, Dwarf Fortress... how I wanted to "succeed" at thee! Instead of starving to death in the wilderness because I couldn't even figure out farming. :P Instead, I'm working on my Econ homework and chasing a toddler the rest of the time.
Black looks at Jerry in horrified astonishment at such ribald humor.
Black stood around awkwardly, his sheltered life in the temple providing him no experiential framework with how to act in such a situation.
Black follows along after everyone else, unwilling to split the party.
Quietly to Jaidoh or Jerry a little ways back in the alley, Black observes, "I think he's telling the truth. Maybe Irthir got it wrong?"
"How odd. I've lived here my whole life, and am only beginning to realize how little I know of the city," Black observes quietly to his "kinsman" Jerry. "I know, wrong time and place. May we talk later?"
A disturbing vision. Whence its provenance? Troubled, he rose from his bed to light a candle. Staring into the flame and lost in thought and prayer, the remaining hours of the night passed as the wick slowly burned down to nothing.
"Indeed it does, Jerry."
"Druglords and slavers, let's go!!!" "Indeed, let us deal with Beacon's Point. While doing so, Irthir can better find out where to go next so we can take care of the lycanthropes."
"Irthir, how soon can you provide knowledge on the location of the lycanthrope attacks you mentioned as possibly being related?"
"It seems we are decided, Irthir, on the matter of the girl. As for the shard, perhaps we could allow the priestess to keep most of the shards, and we can keep one or two in case they prove necessary for some unforeseen purpose."
"If by 'thugs' you mean undead creatures of various types followed by some kind of devil-summoning cleric - which together between them nearly killed me - you may be correct. I suspect, however, the notion of just what you were asking these others to accomplish for you was in error," Black replies coldly.
"That would be a promising start, Joffrey. Come, let us get off the street where we may talk more privately," Black suggests, aware of how such a conversation must seem to strangers in the street.
Black looks at Jaidoh, considering her words, and reluctantly nods in agreement before retuning his attention to the young man. "It is unusual that such a well-prepared escort would be attacked by goblins. What of the possibility that she was taken and a ransom coming forth?"
Black looks at Jaidoh with a carefully neutral expression and asks, "What does financing matter in the face of doing what is clearly the right thing to do?" "Joffrey, do you know it was goblins that attacked the cart or is that only your first suspicion?"
Nobleman: "The light of the Dawnflower embrace you, friend. You say your niece went missing outside the city? Whereabouts did this occur?"
Black continues on Jaidoh's heels to make sure the young man understands, "Indeed. Further, we spoke with him afterwards and I am sure of his innocence in this matter. I am sorry that your daughter is missing; have you reported it to the Town Guard to investigate?"
Black stays with Utrath and the young nobleman, internally rehearsing possible conversations with the man when he awakens.
"Is this interesting enough for you, Rabe?" Black asks wryly.
Black watches the hobgoblin as the man accuses him, and waits for the reaction.
Matters are then possibly! taken out of his hands when Jaidoh attempts to cast a spell on the provoking young man.
"Priestess, whoever was behind this was using some form of magical artifacts through which they could speak. I have a large piece of one here," says Black, holding it out to her.
"My friends, I ask that I be the one to take the shard for now. As one touched by the divine, I am better protected from any possible ill effects," says Black. "Otherwise, it seems we are finished here and should return to the Abbott."
The fight seemingly over, Black slowly enters the room. "I am sorry to have burdened you all in this fight; those skeletons were a very unwelcome surprise," he says, even as the conversation turns to the room needing to be investigated before the remains be properly returned to rest. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his feelings to get a sense of the spirits of the room.
Skills: Diplomacy, Heal, Knowledge (planes), Knowledge (religion), Sense Motive
Round 4 Black moves forward, approaching the orb, and calls upon the divine power within himself. "Let this evil be purged, and the dead rest in the Light!"
Black will merely stand up to observe/assess the situation, maybe moving forwards 20 ft / 4 squares.
Feeling the energy of Life enter into him, Black groans at the pain of his wounds. He opened his eyes to see Ostog kneeling over him. Closing them again, he focused on the Light within himself. His entire body began to glow a golden-white color until he became as a living flame itself, and his remaining wounds closed themselves entirely.
The light then dimmed, and he opened his eyes gain. "Help me up, my friend, for these wretched creatures of black sorcery have not finished me yet!" he spoke clearly.
Status hp 9, AC 16, prone
Black falls to the ground having taken one wound too many from the skeletons. -1 hp
Surrounded by skeletons, Black releases the power of the sun against them.
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