Darvesch's page

I can't think of anything at the moment. What you have posted looks great as it is. I certainly you can find someone that is willing and able to help out! I'm looking forward to concluding Darvesch's chapter ;)

I know it sucks to not have a dice roller as awesome as Paizo, but I don't think that should be a reason to cross post. If you're going to cross post for the purpose of dice rolling, you may as well use a site made for that (read: invisiblecastle.com).

I appreciate all the work you've put into Rumble, though. You sure to like to make work for yourself :P

Are we on hiatus?

Merry Born Day!!!

I hope your day is most fantastic =D

"Is this one of those dark places then, this city?"

Thinking back to the scene she had witnessed atop Arrowhead from the deck of the Zephrys, she laughed at herself and shook her head. "I'm just saying, aside from the devils and demons and evil wizards it doesn't seem like such a bad place. Why, you should have it all cleaned up in no time."

Continuing his talk in his native language, "No time at all." He smiled. "I want to finish my project and train some soldiers as soon as possible. This city needs the Lightbringers."

He continues after a brief pause, "However, I'd like to spend as much of my free time as possible with you." He looks into her eyes.

"Gah, listen to me going on like a little girl. What about you on both counts: work and dreams?"

He pondered for only a moment before answering in his native tongue. "Yes, I do enjoy my work. I enjoy all the beautiful sights it brings me to." Darvesch smiled as he looked at Greasha. "As for my dreams?" He paused for a moment. "I want to bring light to the dark corners of the world. I want to make my home safe for my family and those I love."

The two dwarves enjoyed the day in the markets looking for magical reagents for Darvesch's next enchantment, as well as adding a pair of masterwork manacles to his gear. He did his best to hide what his gift was. Truth be told, he had only just come up with it. Though he would like to lavish her with gifts like necklaces and rings, he felt she was more practical than that. His time among elves and humans had made this dwarf an unusual one. For now, he had decided to simply ask some questions, to get to know her. This would help him decide his next course of action.

Darvesch asked, "Do you enjoy your work?" He listened to her answer, giving her enough time to answer before asking his next question. "What is your dream?"

He suddenly remembered his promise, all colour flushed from his face. "I'm so sorry. I was busy. Truly. I'll explain what I can another time, when we're somewhere less public. For now, I'm here to fulfill my promise and take you shopping. I want to do something special for you." He smiled.

The blushing warrior immediately broke his concentration, and decided if anyone had a problem, they'd have to take it up with him.

"Greasha!" He smiled brightly. "I'm glad I ran into you! I was just browsing the market for some essentials for my next project. I wonder if you would have time to spare to join me? With your mother's permission, of course." He smiled as the two stood in front of him.

Beginning his venture in the most populated area of the city was the most logical idea. Darvesch contemplated his reception to this elven civilization long and hard. Though Alis and those who dealt with Morgaard weren't shocked by the idea, he couldn't help but wonder, what about the average civilian? What will they think?

These thoughts were nearly overwhelming, dominating his every thought. He couldn't stop thinking, My project might be over before it starts, if nobody is willing to join. He shook his head, dismissing his thoughts.

Here we are. Let's see what they think. He thought to himself as he steped off to the side to privately cast a spell. After his spell was cast, he stepped back into the public. Wandering around the market, he concentrated on hearing the thoughts of the people around him. Since his concentration was already occupied, he quickly glanced at the products around him, not able to keep his thoughts on what he was looking at, he decided he'd have to come back after he was finished with his information gathering. He smiled and nodded at the people as he passed them, listening to what they had to think about him.

The dwarf smiles at Arion and chuckles. "Sorry friend. The information I'm gathering is meant for myself. This one is a little personal, but I'd be glad to hear your findings, if that's still okay."

No doubt I'll have to tell the Frænka though. I doubt the others would understand anyway..

Darvesch smiled. "I promise I won't spend all my time playing fort. Besides, the real work doesn't come till after the building is finished. Gathering enough volunteers isn't going to be easy."

He looked at the others, still smiling. "I can't wait to hear how your trip goes."

He turned back to Alis, his smile disappeared from his face. "If there is nothing else, I request permission to wander the city. I'd like to do a bit of my own information gathering."

The warrior glanced at everyone in the room before speaking. "I've got to be honest, Frænka, I have little interest in going to Freetown." He walked towards Alis. "My place is here for now."

He shifted his view towards the others still in the room, "Sorry, friends. As much as we make an excellent team, I'm afraid I must stay to protect the Princess."

"The princess is right. Tactically, spreading out our forces is unwise. Because we don't have all the information we need to actually tackle all fronts at the same time, we'd be leaving ourselves open for an opportunity for our enemy to strike." He paced back and forth, contemplating the situation.

"If we are to go to freehold, who will stay here to guard you?" Darvesch asks Alis.

"I'm sorry to say, Arion, that I've learned nothing new." He cleared his throat. "I'm not sure how trustworthy he would be, knowing he willingly allied himself with the Queen of Lies."

The warrior looked at the princess, puzzled. "I'm sorry, I don't follow."

"And I look forward to bringing a shining light to fend off the darkness." The Lightbringer smirked, amused by his own comment.

He walked to stand next to his elven ally. "Let that be enough for now. No offense intended, but my dreams are my own. It was an extremely personal experience that showed me I have a lot of introspection to do."

He smiled genuinely and pat Arion's back. "I'm sure we all do."

He looked to his Fraenka, "Lunch sounds like a great idea."

The inquisitor shook his head. "No." After his verbal lashing, this was all he could summon.

She's been quite busy trying to get this whole thing set up. I wonder why she's going through so much trouble just to help me with my own project. Perhaps she sees the merits of having an uncorruptable militant force in this region. He shrugged his shoulders and dismissed his thoughts. "Thank you for everything, Your Highness." He said in earnest to his elven cousin as he bowed to her.

"Not at all. A nervous twitch I picked up in training. My apologies, Your Highness." He quickly wiped the smirk off his face, remembering drill sergeants from his past.

Darvesch smirks and nods silently, making sure not to interrupt her speech.

Darvesch nodded at Alis' suggestion. "Agreed. The field south of the Colosseum is exactly the area I had in mind actually."

He met Arion's whisper with a reply of his own, almost without thinking, he whispered a reply in Dwarven.

The warrior simply smiles politely at the guests. I'm glad we can get moving on this project, though I suspect the urgency to which the princess has shown for this endeavor is for another purpose. Not that I mind at all.

After considering the Guildmaster's questions he replied plainly. "Of course, I neglected to inform the Princess of the full details of my plans. These are not set in stone, and I'd gladly enjoy it if we could work together to come up with something more efficient."

He redirected his gaze to the Minister of Treasury and replied sharply. "The campus I'm drawing inspiration from comes from my own home deep within the mountains. We were prone to squander much of our resources on the protection of our citizens."

He looked to his elven cousin. "However, the Lightbringers operate solely on donations and recovered bounty. Each member is highly encouraged to seek out trinkets, baubles, and artifacts, particularly those that once served evil. These items are redeemed or used as components for holy or just causes. The fees from this, as well as the treasure recovered from felling demons, and other vile creatures, is what sustains the Lightbringers. We seek to impact the economy as little as possible, remain independent, but protect the city and its inhabitants."

He once again spoke to the Guildmaster. "To answer your question more directly, the safety of the soldiers as well as the citizens of this amazing city is paramount. As such, I would request that the site be a bastion of defense, a keep. As for it being a base of operations or a training grounds, it will serve as both. The protection of Port Eldarion will be the primary focus. In time, after many recruits have been trained, we will be able to station them all around Dafar. Once word has spread that this site exists, I hope to recruit many soldiers for the defense of Dafar."

The warrior looks to the rest of his companions. "As much as I hate to admit this, but we can't be expected to take on every single problem on our own. I'll be the first to say that I'll die defending her. But we're going to need help if we are to defend this realm against fiendish machinations."

When he says "I'll die defending her", he's referring to this realm

"Of course, Your Highness." He nodded at Alis.

He cleared his throat before he began, recalling the details of the other Lightbringer citadels. After locating his plans he had prepared, he hands them to the Maestro. "My primary goal for this project is to train those interested in becoming part of the Lightbringer organization. As such, there will need to be barracks for the soldiers, as well as the training grounds. A separate structure will be required for officers quarters. The main building will be for teaching facilities, and a secondary building will be used as a kitchen and dining facility. Traditionally, this is set up as a campus, with interconnected buildings, except the barracks of course."

Not content to sit, he paced while facing the Architect. Gesturing with his hands as he spoke, he explained in further detail the plans he had for, what looked like a full military complex. He looked to Alis and back to the Architect, "I hope my plans are neither too crude nor too grandiose. This is how I recall my own training campus."

Innocently enough, she asked, "So, first night in our disheveled new home. Did all of you get enough rest?"

"Yes, though I didn't require much. I had a nap on the ship." The warrior ignored the heavy innuendo.

After the others had mentioned the dream, Darvesch couldn't believe they all were a part of a dream similar to his own. "Sounds like you all had dreams almost as interesting as my own." He smiled.

He reminded himself of the contents of the dream and pressed forward. "Let's get to business then."

The inquisitor woke early and layed in bed staring at the ceiling for what seemed an eternity. His nap on the ship provided enough sleep for the evening, and he found himself thinking about his dream while everyone else was still asleep.

Imagine what the others would think if they knew I spoke to the progenitor of my own clan! His mind couldn't hardly believe what had happened.

Still.. dream or not, he was right. I need to figure out what's going on, and why. I should investigate Bonati, and figure out what their game is. He stood up and dressed himself. After locating his combat equipment and adorning his armour, he set out to have another chat with the prisoner.

The sun still had quite some time before it would rise, and he didn't want to miss this one. Today was going to be a long day.

"I do!" Darvesch boasted proudly. "I stand against evil, wherever it may be!"

Darvesch held up his axe, hesitant to speak at first. "My axe, which once belonged to cousin Grimnon Hellhammer, knows no foe it couldn't vanquish!" He boldy spoke as he gripped the axe tight and lowered it to his side. "Even now I have plans of building a new chapter of the Lightbringers coming to fruition!"

He looked on the visage of the forefather of his bloodline. "If ever there was any doubt of my loyalty and dedication, let me put those doubts to rest right now! My resolve to follow in Kahn's footsteps, fighting the forces of evil and protecting those that need it!"

I know my thoughts have wavered. I'm sorry they did. Let this be a reminder. I cannot ever waver.

"You're right. It's better than nothing, anyway. Though, this situation has me longing to go back home for a visit." The dwarf said as he lead the way to the apartments.

I wonder if anyone has heard from Ortai. Such a random thought. Oh well. I'm sure Dara will have something to say about me being away from home, "playing with the elves" as she'd put it. I've got to make it a point to visit home before I start my project.

Darvesch stopped in front of Amhranai's apartment, "Well, here you are. If you need anything, I'll be over there." He pointed to his own apartment. "Have a good night, Amh. I need to get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us." He parted ways with the elf and followed the path to his own apartment.

The dwarf grumbles, unsatisfied with the Princesses lack of action. He stands silent while she addresses Amhranai.

"Sometimes, I wonder just how father could deal with the vast difference in our people." He sighs.

The stoic warrior takes a deep breath. "I wasn't there when it happened. What Amhranai speaks about happened after my own interrogation. All my questions were answered, so I left to rest. In hindsight, I recognize it was my duty to remain with the prisoner, and will accept whatever punishment you see fit. To clarify that situation, the last answer he gave me is the slight they imagined. He was simply remarking after my inquiry about the nature of the spell used to summon, and whether it was a calling or summoning. I asked because I wanted to know if Avoreene was killed, if she'd simply be sent back to the Abyss, or if she was truly dead. His remark was, essentially, anything's possible."

The warrior sighs and catches a breath. "My concern was two-fold: Lureene and Sasha. Bluntly speaking, I don't think Sasha should be permitted to accompany us anymore. She's becoming a liability, and quite frankly, couldn't handle herself against the summoner. She nearly died, and subsequently, sent Arion and Lureene into a frenzy."

He shakes his head and sighs once more. "As for Lureene, she blantantly disregarded your orders to do no lethal harm to our quarry. Even after being reminded more than once. I have my own recommendations on what I would do, however, you are the Princess and that jurisdiction is yours alone."

Darvesch quickly finishes what is on his plate before replying. "Now is good."

The warrior stands and approaches the princess. "May we speak to you in private?" He looks to Amhranai then the princess. "We have something important to discuss."

In a hushed tone, the inquisitor responds. "Please see that you do. An incident of that sort is the last thing the Princess has to worry about." He pauses to eat a bit of food before continuing. "I have matters to speak with the Princess later anyway. I'd like you to be there."

The dwarf greets his companions as they dine, stomach grumbling with hunger. He approaches the Princess with a smile on his face. "Glad to see the mage didn't turn you into a toad!" He gives her a hug and whispers in her ear as quietly as he can.

Does it look like he gives a sh*t? lmao! =D

He was startled awake by the yelling elf, surly and still groggy, the dwarf implores with Arion. "Dammit man! I was sleeping!"

He stands out of the hammock, noticing the lingering elf with his jaw agape. "Don't act like you're not impressed." He gets his clothes on and begins to put his armour on. "Since you're here anyway, help me with my armour."

The inquisitor speaks up in a tone loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Are we back already?"

"Ugh, I hope they realize we're all sharing a room on this trip." The nude warrior thinks to himself, swinging above his pile of armour, enjoying the comfort of the hammock. Of course, being behind some barrels might not give way to the fact that he was there. "Whatever." He mentally shrugs and turns from his side to lay on his back.

He looks to Amelia, "Thanks for acting as translator." Not entirely satisfied with the answers he got, Darvesch waits for the rest of the crew to join him before heading off to a private quarters to catch his breath.

"Was it the kind of summoning that, should the summoned creature be killed, it is instead unsummoned?" He asked out of curiousity.

"And what was your intention for your summoning? What were you trying to summon in the first place? And why?" Darvesch asks.

The dwarf paces in frustration, tightening his grip on his axe. "What do you mean, "I don't know"? You either did, or you didn't!"

Darvesch looks to Amelia. "This would be so much easier if he could talk." He looks to "Toni". "But that's just not going to happen."

"Now. Let's try this again. Did you, or did you not, perform the spell that summoned Avoreen? He says as calmly as he can, obviously still furious.

Meanwhile, down in the brig..

Darvesch paces back and forth, staring down the prisoner, constantly shifting his grip on his axe. "So.. Were you the one responsible for summoning the Queen of Lies?" Understanding he's gagged, he waits for a nod or a shake of the prisoners head.

Lureene watched the events unfold as the Avenger arrived and began disgorging the soldiers to apprehend the crew of the Sprite. Seeing the dwarf moving swiftly to bind and gag the wizard, she nodded in approval. Walking slowly towards the others she decided to swallow her pride here as she smiled at the dwarf.

"Good job, Darv! Still, he may have other items of power on him. Let me make sure he is completely disarmed here."

Lureene will move to E8 and cast Detect Magic on Ugorji and will confiscate any magic items detected. She will also remove his spell component pouch and his Arcane Bond item, should he have one.

The dwarf, now that he has calmed down, looks to Lureene with a blank look on his face, "Thank you, Lureene. That's a very good idea." He helps Lureene empty his pockets and disarm any jewelry as she gets the mages components needed for spellcasting. "Can you also see if you can find small bits of cloth to bind his fingers together, sorta like mittens? I don't want to take any chances."

He continues with his duties, leading the prisoner to the brig on the Avenger. Speaking to Lureene, "Listen. I'm sorry for my outburst. It's just.." he pauses for a second to let out a sigh, "We can talk about it later, if you'd like. Now, I don't think is an appropriate time," he glances to the escorted prisoner.

"I'm sick of your games, mage! You're going to come with us whether you like it or not!" His rage continues.

Sick and tired of not being able to see, Darvesch grips his axe and prays:

As his enemy is revealed to all, he quickly swings his axe in an unorthodox manner, so as to not fatally wound his quarry. Thankfully, Arion has provided exactly the tactical positioning he needed to land a solid blow!

Being hasted has its advantages, and Darvesch was sure to make use of it.

"LUREENE! I don't give a flying rats ass if he's not cooperating! You have your orders! Now carry them out, or get out of our way! I'll be sure to deal with you when we get back!" The seething warrior scolds.

He quickly gets up top and makes his way off the boat and back on, ending his movement between two of the crewmen, and blocking the door.

"You will stand down and submit! NOW!" Darvesch rages at the man, swinging as hard and swift as he can, nearly losing contol.

Darvesch swings the flat of his axe at the mist making its way past him. "Dammat people! We need him alive! The next one to take a lethal strike against him will answer to me before answering to Alis!" The dwarf warned angrily.

"Now that I can see..." He hastily makes his way down toward their target.

Face to face with the assailant, he prepares his attack, "You're not going anywhere!"

Darvesch rushed near the opening (E9), and yelled to everyone:

Then to Sasha:

"By the beard of Kahn!" He looked to Amelia with delight. "Many thanks to you!" He smiled before running as fast as he could, chasing Arion and boarding the target vessel.

"DAMMIT ARION!" He cursed. "Impatient little ba.." He started to curse. "Can someone go after him?!"

"Everyone can fly! What the hell?!!" He yelled in his head.

He pondered Arion's report for a moment before answering, "I do recall. I would very much like to know what's in that extra crate. How long before we board the Sprite?"

He thinks a moment, "I find it odd that any vessel would have a passenger get on board, with records of such, and not get to its destination with that passenger. Though the crate is suspicious, and we will find out what is in it, I want to be sure that he may not be hiding elsewhere."

He quickly gathered with the others, quickly leaving what he was doing. "Are we ready to do this?" Darvesch grins.

"Have fun, Aerys!" Darvesch says, still walking away towards an unknown destination.