Ceiro shakily rises long knife in hand. Now now little one don't cry. Ceiro cautiously moves toward the crying dreading he will find no mere babe at the end of the wailing.
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Distraught: Ceiro slumps down next to the grave unsteady and confused. He takes a deep breath as he takes in his surroundings, taking a sip of water from his wineskin.
Weal and woe indeed! Ceiro thinks as he thuds against the wall in a heap. He steadies himself rising to his feet with the aid of the wall slowly shaking off a knock to the head. I will not die again before I understand what is going on. Resolve in his voice he pulls his long knife as he tries to regain his sight.
Ceiro realizing Devana had found the keyhole moves his hand to grab the key as he does the key continues to lift toward the keyhole. grabbing the key it nearly pulls Ceiro as it slides into place Ceiro turns it and lets go heart pounding.
A look of anguish passes over Ceiro's face as he looks into the smoke as the flames flicker. As the flames die a tear runs down his cheek and a calmness comes over Ciero once again. He picks up the key as with his other hand he pulls a braided thread from one of the tassels of the several scarves he wares. quickly he loops the key upon the thread and calling on his people he beseeches them to guide this key holding it out by the end of the thread.
T.E.T.: Do I feel like the others would benefit as well if they write their names and burn them?
Ceiro seems to almost come off the slab as he jolts back to consciousness.
ET at this point GM if you would let me know when I am done communing I think that may be better since things have started to happen :).
It doesn't quite feel like ten minutes has passed yet so I will post tonight before I go to bed.
Ceiro attempts to look at what the fellow is writing, but he closes it just a hair quicker than Ceiro can manage to make out anything. I will learn what I can. He moves away from the hole but not before shinning the light down it for a cursory inspection.
Ceiro moves back to the his slab.Odd that I would think of it as my slab he shivers.
T.E.T.(The Elusive Trout): I am using my wisdom of the ancients mystery. In future would you like to roll it or shall I? In either case if you wish to do so this time so you may proceed please do.
I assume my cart and mule are not in the chapel,correct?
I believe you are right my friend. Ceiro gently motions for Arodus to point the sword elsewhere. The light from the palm of his hand making shadows dance along the walls he stops suddenly as he notices the unnerving effect it stirred in his gut.
Ceiro trailed long settled dust like the wake off a Korvosan trader coming into port as he made his way to the window light dancing across the derelict church as he walked across the chamber the floorboards creaking breaking the eerie silence Ceiro took note of how loud his breathing was forcing himself to slow down and breath. He knew he would know more when he had gotten a look outside.
The Elusive Trout: Happy to make any rolls you would like ; perception any of his knowledges. Ceiro is attempting to remain calm and access the situation. Is his gear present.
Ceiro moaned as he rose his back aching. He shivered instinctively as he appraised his surroundings. With a few words and a gesture he tapped his left palm and it glowed with a nimbus of light. He began slowly moving it looking for any sign of who's abandoned chapel he was in. This was all together strange last he remembered the world had become a bloody nightmare.
flashback: The caravan had been crossing Cheliax for a bit over a week now. They had been camped just outside of Misarias for a few days. They were working on a bargain for supplies and trade goods as they headed north back towards Varisia. Things had gotten heated as the caravan's delegates haggled that afternoon in the village. It seemed sometime in the night a local shop keep had been robbed and of course the blame as often did landed at the nomadic peoples feet. It mattered not that we had cried out our innocence in the matter. Even after the offer to inspect the camp they would not be deterred from their accusations. The elders all agreed they would simply press on in the morning hoping to resupply down the road. alas it was not to be.
Ceiro awoke to screams in the camp. he rushed out to see Hell Knights swarming through camp ransacking everything. They were slaughtering his people. He called on his ancestors to aid his folk. Varisian specters answered his call harrying the knights as best they could. One of their number cried out Get that one! Ceiro drew his blade hurriedly, but was no match for the knight. He couldn't help but think This can't be it can it?a hot searing pain in his belly erupted as the knight plunged his sword deep into Ceiro.
Ceiro Vacillie at your service. (I believe he is ready to go.)
Ok here is a basic write up for my oracle. I still need gear and description. |