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Davian would make a reference to cut off the head and the body shall die :P
Davian gives a heavy sigh as Norrick gives the healing potion to Cromwin, watching the man rise as he thankfully saves the charges on the wand "I see... there were friends inside... That would have been unfortunate." He tosses the torch on the ground, frustrated at the confusion the battle was causing. "Who of you is in charge now? Guide my hand so I know where to strike next while we wait for Cromwin to gain steady ground."
I swear this is the only thread left that eats my posts xD Reposting now. Sorry GM :P
I can't wait to find this damn stick. LOL.
Withdraw to Davian, who could have SWORN he posted already when he posted yes to Maurie, but apparently it didn't post, and he'll heal you xD
Davian agrees :P
18th is fine for me!
np and take your time GM. real life always comes first!
Davian gives a hefty sigh as he looks around them- "If only I'd prepared... wait a moment... Fire is all around us.." Davian would point to Brin and lean into him to whisper "Don't do anything brash, my dear skald. I need to grab something quickly."
Davian would stand by at the ready next to Brin for the meantime, preparing to defend Brin as he braces his mace and gives his casting hand a small flick.
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You're ok GM :P We all disappear cause of life now and again. Thankfully, we're playing a game, and not orchestrating a corporate project with a deadline :P
Yeah, coincidentally, THAT'S how I heard about the error, lol. You know, *after* they fixed it xD *facepalm*
Davian hurriedly cures Brin with a frown "It appears these invaders always pick the hard way... Are you prepared, Brin?"
Davian stands by at the ready- his wisdom told him that someone like him speaking would only complicate and worsen the matters. It was much wiser and easier to await for the violence or absence of violence to present itself.
Davian, not wanting his voice to carry and alert anyone surrounding the group, gives simple and quiet nods as he begins to prepare his ice armor.
The scroll of ice armor vanishes into the air while tendrils of ice begin to slowly crawl over his exposed arms and legs. His vest and pants quickly fold into what appears to be leather under armor as the ice begins to take its final shape around him. The armor is bulky and heavy making Davian move noticeably slower with a grunt now and again as he adjusts to the weight. "I cannot risk getting hit as I heal them... I'm out of almost all my other powers..." Davian will keep towards the back center of the group while they move, hoping this will allow him to perform the most efficient rotation of healing and defensive combat.
I understand the GM's not wanting to bot, but also am 100% ok with botting. It happens sometimes as people get busy or have to disappear for a day or two. i.e. for me, normally happens on Thursday night, as I work late that night :P
"It was more than easy..." Davian uses the orc's head as a mace sheath while whipping up a rag to clean the blood off his pendant "It is but a reflex to disgrace those who cut across my allies. Considering his transgressions... He made it off easy." Davian removes the mace with another flick before grinning "Indeed. It's time this Giant meets the Pale Blue Giant of Cheliax. It is times like these I wish I was born with a true talent of front line assault, but..." Davian rotates magic in his hands "This should do."
Davian gives off a bright and shining grin as he stands just next to Maurie "It would appear our judgement is the same in this regard, Maurie." A deep and gutteral language would flow from Davian's mouth as he began to hold up his pendant of Asmodeus with pride flowing through his veins. It gleamed in his eyes as they seemed to widen with anticipation. Giant:
"I am of something greater than your Orcs. I carry a burden and hate that you could not hope to comprehend. Not even flayed would your punishment to me be satisfactory. If you can understand me, offspring of a lesser being as you are, know that your people have awoken the Pale Blue Giant of Cheliax. A devote servant to the universe's King of Kings, Prince of Law, Asmodeus." Davian nods to Maurie before forewarning Brin "Maurie... I am going to hit at the same time as you. But I will tell you now... I will not stop at one hit."
Davian sighs as he twists over the wand of cure light wounds with a mumble "I see. I have another one of you... I suppose I'll keep you-"[/i] He would give another sigh as Brin snatches it away to heal the orc. Davian brushes himself off with a sigh [b]"I'm telling you. Tell him that I will strip him bare and hang him before his people. He will die without pride or dignity. Without status or honor. And if that doesn't work... I don't think any of us care enough to let him go to a trial."
I believe I'd need to prep detect magic to do that captain :P I don't have Kn. Arcana, but with Identify + Detect Magic I could probably do all the things.
Davian peers over the orc warlord before anything else. He was more the weary of waking the creature back up "I am not confident in healing an enemy that had nearly killed two of my allies. If he is their leader... Then we should hang him up from this tower for his friends to see. And for Trunau to see the might we possess and bring to this fight." Davian clips his mace to his side with a sigh, his robes now wisps of black smoke as they slowly roll up into a sleeveless black leather vest and loosened pants. Underneath the robes of the giant and stalkish man was more tinges of blue skin wrapped with a series of ghoulish tattoos. He sighed as he kissed the star that he now placed neatly over his head and back around his neck "But then I am more than wise enough to know most of you will have problems with that. If you would bind and bound him while I investigate those items Grok put aside, I would more then happily nurse him awake. And when you are all done... I will happily kill him for his part played in this invasion." Davian would turn as he went back to the magic items, rolling the wand in his hands "Any objections?" Though he asks this of all of you, he most specifically looks to Cromwin for an answer. In the meantime, Davian will then touch the "stick" Grok had put aside in the magic pile and hold it in his hand with closed eyes as he mutters a few words under his breath.
As everything comes to an end Davian immediately goes into the more nurturing side of his lessons. His hands reach for Cromwin first before looking to the bard Brin "No worries, Grok. I have no doubt that I cannot heal them up and bring them back to this world. It is not their time yet."
Davian's gaze after revitalizing the others would cast a glance over the whole of the town he had been a recent tourist and visitor in. He looked from the top at the building Cromwin had saved him from hours ago, and now below to his feet as chaos waged. "Order is attempting to establish itself. It appears it is up to us and Asmodeus who will have the proper reigning command." He looks encouragingly curious as he asks the now risen Cromwin, as well as to others "Should we go see if we can tip the scales against the rest of them?"
Davian then casts his Ihys hammer after the Orc Mage
"Enough of all this!" Davian looks over at those who have fallen with a sigh "Damn. I'm going to have to raise them back soon... They've taken massive injuries and are losing blood... Even my kit won't save them if this isn't over quickly...."
Next week / this coming Monday to Thursday, I'm going to be on a little vacation + job interview in South Carolina. (way out of my state) I'll only be able to post on my phone, which is just an "ugh" process, so please, feel free to insta bot me to keep things moving along!!!
Davian shakes off the mild feeling of fear as he grins after the caster, aiming once more at the orc soldier in front of him with grin "No one is qualified to speak on Asmodeus, even through the arcane, that does not know the true fear he can instill. My Lord and Prince is merciless." He takes another swing with Ihys as the dark and red negative energy surrounds the weapon once more-
A good and challenging CR match should have us almost at a draw between NPC / Enemies and players. It's not often I get a combat that isn't completely violently favored to one side or the other- as a GM, I struggle with it all the time myself. This combat, however, seems pretty well done. I'll have to take notes from you DM Deevor xD
Davian gives a gruff and angry sigh as he watches another person fall to the ground. He grasps the wand in one hand and the mace in the other as he quickly debates his actions before attempting to smash down the Orc in front of him after quickly kissing his pendant "Looks like it's time to call in a favor again, Asmodeus."
Davian leans over to cast another use of the wand as he sees Cromwin fall with a "tsk" "Bard, do not let your song stop, or I have a feeling we won't be able to speak any longer!" Davian touches a hand to his chest as he becomes doubles of himself "We have them divided, attempt to focus on one at a time while we have the chance!" He swings Ihys at the Orc that had chopped at him with a falchion in a spinning flourish
Davian will do what he can to climb up, and if he is able to see Maurie in her state, will immediately attempt to heal her. IF Davian cannot heal her with the amount of actions this requires, he will instead stand before her, and if able to, cast copy cat on himself.
Duh Crunch:
Davian flourishes Ihys with ease as he watches Cromwin fall and Maurie trip one of the orcs "Let's see if my luck has changed yet today....." He hurls Ihys after the orc not targeted by Maurie and watches it soar after the beast before snapping back into his hand.
"Grok! Cromwin is falling! I believe we need your assistance..."
Are we on the proper init order now? I didnt want to post until it was resolved :P
Davian would quickly and steadily heal Norrick as he looked him over and, if there was time, he would cast Ice Armor over the caster as well "It will serve you as my images serve me. We cannot risk your wounds being injured so severely so close to healing. As for Zove... I am conflicted and biased on what to do. When one goes out on their own way they accept the consequences. To insist worrying over them is to insist on their failure. However to not search for them after a certain amount of time has passed is unreasonable.... More unreasonable is not dealing with the threat just ahead of us." Davian ponders this over as he finishes healing Norrick and mending his wounds "Cromwin. You seem to be fair minded. I owe this group my life, and several in this group owe theirs to me. I would look to you, being the first to do so, for guidance on this puzzle of wisdom." Upon hearing Cromwin's directions to go through the tower Davian would nod with a smile "Now I'll get to try my mace from a distance. I will stand with Norrick- I can shroud us in mist if things become to overwhelming."
Davian readily heals Cromwin before they move in formation up the stairs. He has his mace hanging low at his side, still in his right hand. The wand of cure light wounds is neatly pointed at the one in front of him, preparing to heal at any moment. He grins at Maurie's questioning "I nearly finished the first step a few seconds a go- dying." He gives a rather comfortable and convincing grin as they continue to move forward. Seeing the half-orc, Davian sighs as he begins to observe him and look over the damages.
Davian nods with a smile "I can throw my mace from a distance and it be just as effective... These orcs are much stronger than I anticipated. Perhaps a different formation is better indeed... And thank you, whoever healed me. I had thought my journey on this plane was done when the final hit fell."
Power supply crapped out last night, sorry about the delay. Seems Davian went down as expected- oh poor armorless Davian. Gotta fix you up right you weary traveler. Assuming he lives to that point :P
As the raging song fills Davian's body he gives a grinning smile at the nearest orc, bracing his mace well in his hand "I believe I am obligated to return the favor...." He swings Ihys as the song replenishes his health, if only by 1, and he calls out "ASMODEOUS! SMITE THE ORC BEFORE ME!"
The spirit from the Bard joins in as well, slamming after the same target in unison with Davian's negative energy.
Davian moves into the building quickly with Cromwin at his side as he creates a duplicate of himself while bracing his mace "Hopefully this is hardly as troublesome as before.... If my red mists are needed simply call for it! We must remain alive in order to accomplish the objective, Cromwin."
Davian nods to Cromwin and puts his hands on the man immediately "Of course. That I can do very well." After perusing Cromwin's injuries he takes out the wand and begins to cast over him. CLW Casts until Cromwin is healed:
"If they throw anything at us from above I can hide us in my red mists once more. Now... Does anyone need armor before we begin?"
"You are the scout in this case. I will follow your advice. Do you require any sort of distraction? A second party? I should tell you now... Aside from my smoke I am no good at stealth." Davian shifts his mace side to side as he is unsure of which action to take next without the Abadar worshipper's counsel.
Davian isn't a shot caller, not with a brand new group. Given that Grok can speak orc, he'd follow Grok's lead as far as what to do and where to go. Based on his last post, should be plain for the others in character to see he's ready to go!
Davian thinks for quite some time on what Grok and Maurie had said as he moves into proper position, ensuring everyone is well healed for the no doubt massive wave of invaders "I believe they were only a taste of what is to come from these.... savages...." He looks to Maurie first "I would settle for nothing less.... Than becoming a Devil myself....." As he lets this sit, he stows away his mace in place of the wand of healing for the time being while looking to Grok "My new ally, allow the dead to rest away from your mind.... As far as the beacons- we should light them immediately. I have a feeling those orcs were only meant for a distraction, to keep us unorganized.... After all, why else would an invading force hide inside and away in homes with varied hostages?" After he finishes patching everyone up he nods while bracing the mace once more "I believe we are ready, then.... All that remains is the town.... Though to say that like an easy task is.... Incorrect."
Davian looks to Grok with a slightly tilted head and laughs "I'm afraid a deal with a deity cannot be so easily ignored or abandoned. This is what I love about my god, My Prince. You see, he values souls. That is why before I can even make a deal I must become powerful. I must become worthy. I must garner his attention. Then I make a simple deal when I have found one of his own. I discover just how much my soul is worth when I offer it in place of a worldly reward. It is... It is a wonderful feeling to truly know what your worth to your god is. But no, Grok- you cannot back from a contract once it is signed. Not with the Prince of Laws."
Davian gives a nodding smile to Maurie's commentary, and gives a silent respectful pause at the mention of the death of the Sergeant. Wrapping his pentagram around his mace's handle back and forth, unwinding and winding again, Davian looks back to Maurie "Civilizations are at the whim of the gods, with my Prince over all other gods. It does not matter the writing of a contract so much as it matters what you want, and earn it rightfully from the will of Asmodeus. Ihys-" Davian raises his mace as he says the name "Believed in people. But they are now under his rival and brother's control. I do not take contracts lightly, my dear and lawful Maurie- but I believe no contract matters more than what a deity has determined I have earned. They will move us and control as they see fit, and we will do what we can to gain from their favor. We were betrayed by a loophole the moment of the First Betrayal by my Prince. Robbed of one Father, replaced with Another." Through his narrative Davian carries a soft smile with his towering figure, his eyes never truly coming away from his mace and pentagram in his right hand.
Davian grins wide at the halflings response, "There is no need to read a contract when you are the one who writes it. It all is a matter of graces, and what our Lords think of us, that determines the power and prize given... don't you think?"
Based on your ramblings that Davian may or may not know, this will be interesting :P
Davian moves swiftly after comparing Maurie's state and ramblings to the potion that had been passed to Zove "I apologize, but, I believe...." Davian opens the halfling's mouth, and begins to pour it for Maurie. He tilts her head at an angle ensuring it makes its way down "This small one needs this drink, I believe. This is quite interesting- I wonder if its properties are similar to my wand's....... You called her "Maurie", Cromwin?" Davian pours until he begins to see Maurie, hopefully, awaken and become coherent. At his he brushes a hand over her forehead with a smile "Rise, Maurie. It is a new day for you, like so many others out here on the battle field. The Prince is asking for your hand- take it, if you'd be so kind." |