Kart grunts in frustration as he hefts his blade again. High block into low thrust, he makes the transition smoothly and slices forward into the ugly dead thing as his mind races through his training for anything to help against this creature.
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Kart notices Manfred charges forward and with a moments hesitation decides against doing so himself. He drops his greatsword with a mighty clang, his bow off his back before the blade hits the ground. Kart sidestepped as he drew, hoping to get an angle at which no one was in the way and at the end, pulled to full draw and fired.
Kart advanced on the temple with greatsword in hand, though not in a readied position. "I wonder why anyone would want a temple all the way down here." He pauses a moment in front of the doors and rotates one of his bracers until he finds a carving that looks much like the one on the door, then touches it to his forehead, kneels before the door and mutters in a strange tongue. Hallit:
"Earth Father, God of Clan StoneBound I thank you for your comfort and shelter in your holy place. Though I am not of your clan, I respect your power and welcome your assistance. Thank you." He then stands, greatsword still present. "Have a care... Just because someone good built this temple doesn't mean new inhabitants haven't moved in." He pauses a moment and examines the water, dipping a fingertip into it. "Does anyone know if this would still carry the properties of properly blessed water? It could be handy." Upon noticing Sir Manfred's plan Kart will step to the other side of the door and ready himself, then nod silently to the knight to open it.
"My apologies Master Gwerm." Kart states with an amused smile. "I'll be sure to be quicker with my scouting next time." Kart rolls his eyes firmly toward Anevia as Horgus turns his back. "Anyone mind if I keep this broach for now? I quite like it, perhaps it's magical?" If no one objects Kart will pin the broach to the front of his tunic. "How well explored are the caverns down here? What were their original purpose?" Kart asks of the group as he moves along, eyes firmly on their forward path. "I don't like the look of that light. Makes me feel sick just looking at it. But I suppose it's better than no light. Let's see where it's coming from."
"It looks like some sort of campsite." Kart says softly, looking around the chamber a bit. "So we're not the first explorers down here, not even counting our dretch friends." Kart cautiously approaches the bedroll and pokes at it with the blade of his sword. "I wonder who would choose to live down here?" He muses aloud.
"I'll check the side path." Kart offered quickly, shrugging his pack off his shoulders to lay against the rock and drawing his sword. "If I yell or you hear a fight, you'd better come running." He smiles a young smile and steps toward the hole, torch in one hand and blade in the other. "Or if the light drops. I can't see too well in the dark." Glad there's someone down here willing to take control. Kart wasn't a leader, and didn't want to try to be one. God-Calling was all about supporting those who needed to be in the front.
"I'm going to check ahead a bit. I'll keep within earshot, but I should be able to at least look into the tunnels, maybe one is blocked, in which case the choice is made for us." Kart rolls his eyes at the offer from Horgus. I would not put good odds on your fortunes surviving what happened above, you twit. He thinks acerbically. "We'll do all we can to get everyone to the surface, Horgus. Be calm." Kart wished he'd paid more attention to his training in how to talk to people. It was the most mundane God-Caller skill he often failed at. Without waiting for an answer, assuming one is even forthcoming, Kart takes his own torch and begins his way down the southern opening from the cavern.
"I wonder if any useful supplies fell down here with us." Kart thought aloud, sheathing his long blade over his shoulder. "After looking around I suppose we should move on, has anyone seen an egress?" He asked, looking around at the group before searching the area around, looking for any packs or pouches that may have fell with them.
Kart will step forward and finish the creature with a careful strike, running it through with his greatsword.
"Thank you for the healing." He nods to Suriyani as he wipes his blade as well as he can on the disgusting creatures hide. "It seems you're more useful than you give credit for."
Kart cries out as the claws rake him, but does not break his new stance. Sword low, he invites the creature's attack, his gravity forward and ready. "Focus your strikes, they will shrug off all but heavy wounds." He says, switching his focus to the injured creature, but keeping the other in sight on his right. He starts as the healing energy flows through him, the warmth reminding him of lazy summer days on the farm. I must remind myself to thank her, when I am able. He mentally notes, not dropping his guard. He waits until he sees Gianetta strike from the other side, using her momentum to hopefully break through the hated creatures guard.
Kart freezes up as he sees the Dretches. He recalls almost a year of bed rest, of being fed like a child, of angry nights and resentful days. He recalls the dretch that caused it, laughing over his helpless form, only visible through a veil of tears as the demon prepared to strike, before being ripped in half by the Wolf That Shines Like Stars. Then he focused, took his first stance, his feet sliding into position a little wider than his shoulders, back foot held perpendicular to the front, knees bent, pommel lightly held in front of the hip joint, one hand near the pommel, the other holding the leather wrapped unsharpened edge of the claymore, just over the guard. Blade forward, and just a bit high. The position his ancestors had called The Plow. Kart's training took over and his fears flowed away. His companions had already struck, and the demons still stood, it was time to do what was necessary. He stepped forward, lead foot striking down with a bang like a drum as the blade moved forward and down. "For Sarkoris!"
"Gods..." Kart feels a tad shaky at the thought of a horse sized spider. "All right. I'll go ahead and... yeah..." He draws the greatsword from his back, it's golden runes shining on the base of the blade.
He saw the conflict between the two survivors but kept his words. After the immediate crisis he'd make sure to have a word with them about leaving behind old wounds.
Looks good to me.
Kart felt... uneasy about the elven woman who seemed so jubilant after that display. He helped search for Timeon but when it became clear he was not among them he found a largish rock and sat for a moment. "I... feel we should discuss our options." He said calmly, looking around at all those within the light. "We are alone, cut off from the outside world. I have a little food and water, but not enough to last out a protracted stay underground." He tried to catch eyes with everyone as he spoke, anchoring them in the conversation. "And that's assuming a rescue is coming, which is... far from guaranteed. We need to move, in whatever direction we can. We also need to know what each of us can do, and I'd prefer to learn in relative safety." He began stringing his bow as he spoke, which he had picked up with it's broken string as he had searched. Then begins silently counting how many arrows are still in his quiver. "I am Kart Vorlesh, a... God-Caller-In-Training. I am handy with my blade and adequate with my bow. I'm also an adequate hunter, and can sneak or catch sight of prey well, though I fear my eyes won't pierce this darkness, so I doubt I'll be quite as useful outside the light. I also know a little about animals and plants, although not much about those that flourish under the ground." Kart draws his hunting knife and begins shaving down a long, thin piece of beam. "If I get the rough spots off this, you can use it as a crutch, miss." He gestures toward the woman with the broken leg. "Not an ideal solution, but I'll help you walk as well as I can."
Kart doesn't pay much attention to the man climbing the podium. But his attention is immediately arrested by the excitement. Muttering a quick prayer to a long litany of gods he drew his bow, almost by pure instinct. His hope soared as the dragon appeared, only to be dashed as The Storm King came from the smoke. He fired one arrow, pleased to note that at least one other person in the crowd did the same, but his arrows were no match for the demon's skin and magic. The young man turned, trying to find another target that he might actually help against, but found instead the massive rift opening under his feet. Kart threw himself to one side, his chest slamming against the edge, but unable to gain any purchase. Tears came to his eyes as he saw the dragon's final gesture. After falling through the darkness he landed fairly comfortably, and then was immediately struck in the back by rocks from some part of the cieling coming together. Bruised in half a dozen places, his eyes stinging from the dust and unable to find his bow, Kart was incredibly reassured to hear the voices of the others and see the light. He coughed several times before managing "Here! I'm here! I'm alive." He checked himself for injuries. His legs had been pinned a bit by a rock, but a bit of squirming and scraping got himself out. He felt a gash on his chin, caked with dust, but it was minor, superficial. "How many of us made it?"
Kart takes the offered candy and looks at it with trepidation before putting it in his mouth. He immediately yelps and jumps. "It shocked me! Are these magical candies? Why in the world would one use the god's magic on magical candies?" The big man considers, his jaw working. "Though I suppose they are enjoyable after the immediate shock. A bit like raspberries." He turns to watch the orders go by. "Never heard of them." Kart seems uninterested, scanning the ranks of the knights. "I'm more curious as to why that Order of knights is singled out. Are they special? Have they done something wrong?" Kart knows his people skills are less than stellar, so as much as he'd like to know he keeps his own counsel when it comes to asking the crowds. He scans the people he now keeps counsel with, his eyes darting over them. Timeon seems a fine sort, though from his sister's comments perhaps in need of some training. The crusader, Hessex, is obviously an Iomedaen. Pretty voice too... pretty quite a lot actually. That elven woman has so much hair it's shocking. I would think perhaps an elven thing but the man doesn't... perhaps it's cultural. "I've never met an elf before. Is it true that your people live hundreds of years?"
"Yes." Kart says, his eyes a little downcast. "Sarkoris certainly knows." His eyes rest on the symbol for the god of his tribe, dishonored since the witch had opened the door to the Abyss. "My apologies Gianetta. I am Kart Vorlesh, a God-Caller of the Widowknife Tribe. A pleasure to meet you. This is Timeon, whom I have just had the pleasure of meeting myself." Kart forced a smile and offered his hand to shake. "I understand that Armasse is a day of learning for the common folk but... do you ever wonder if so many not knowing their place during a problem would perhaps be detrimental to the safety of the city as a whole?" The dusky kellid casts his gaze about, settling several times on people in fine clothes who seemed out of shape or lazy. "I've had an assigned duty in case my village was attacked ever since I was large enough to carry water to the men."
"Then I see no reason he is acting foolish." Kart says, his smile widening. "After all, I'm quite ready to help rid the world of them as well, and the Crusaders will not place your brother in any danger until they believe him ready to handle it." Kart turned a bit toward Suryani. "I for one look forward to calling him my brother. What of you Suryani? What are your plans within Kenabres?"
"I am indeed here to join the Crusades." And have been trying for a week now. Kart thought, keeping the sneer from his face. "It is wonderful to meet you Suryani and Timeon." Kart tasted the foreign names as he carefully pronounced them. So flowery. He considered his answer before beginning to speak to Timeon. A God-Caller is a voice of wisdom for his tribe. He must speak only with consideration. "Timeon, for what reason do you wish to join the Crusades?" He asked carefully. "My reason is simple. My people were driven from their homes and my society was almost destroyed entirely. I wish to rectify this. I wish to drive the demons from the lands of my people and to bring the land of Sarkoris back from the ashes, greater than it ever was before."
Kart wandered through the festival air in a foul mood. It seemed that many of the Crusader recruitment offices were closed for Armasse and that meant a whole week of no one to pester to cause his papers to move forward. Kart didn't much like the idea of Armasse anyhow, What kind of person requires a holiday to learn to fight. It seemed silly. In Kart's own village every man, woman and child already knew what to do when demon's or their forces attacked. I suppose in places like this the walls are generally enough to keep an attack at bay. The young Kellid kept himself out of the way of the people in their garish and occasionally gaudy festival clothes. He felt drab and uncouth next to them with his leather jerkin over his long sleeved green tunic. The symbols of his people and his profession glittered at his wrists and throat, made of gold and silver. Kart had resigned himself to suffering through this celebration. Perhaps if he distinguished himself in one of the competitions or duels he could manage to stop the receruiters from losing his paperwork. Archery isn't my forte, but I'm better than many, and father taught me that draw that stretches the bow. I'd likely be better in the duels though, I wonder if I can use my own weapon. I'd be much worse with something different than my own claymo- His thoughts were interrupted as he bumped into a bulky young man followed by his sister. "My apologies sir, I didn't intend to hit you, I was just lost in my own worries." Kart extended his hand, his strange bracers obvious against his red skin. "Kart Vorlesh, God-Caller of the Widowknife Tribe."
Not sure what Kart will do in his downtime. Can't picture him running a shop. Maybe help train a new group of God-Callers?
Ammunition bought, character sheet I. Your program is good and no PMs. I'm ready to roll when everyone else is!
Hey guys, super psyched to have gotten in. Thanks for the chance to play. DRB, you mentioned that some people had some issues, any for Kart? Didn't seem like that to me, but if I missed something I'd love to make it right.
So I've got an idea here of a Sarkoran, trying to hold onto and redeem his cultural heritage and maybe even take back his homeland. Not quite finished (crunch is done, but fluff is not quite yet) Wanted to ask before I did fluff, as an extension of the "reclaiming honor" theme for Kart, I'd like to have him be distantly related to Areelu Vorlesh (really sharing name only, but he feels that name is sullied by her). I think it would be fun playing someone who has a name some would spit upon who feels his family is given a bad rap because of this one particularly terrible egg, but I'll happily change that detail if you're not ok with it. Just figured I'd check if you had any feedback.
FLavor is done. Ready to go.
Ryuko here. Long day, decided to hit the hay before typing up fluffy bits but here's Devlin, an inquisitor of Erastil taking after his father, a priest of Erastil, and travelling through Taldor at the moment. Young, naive, and full of dreams. Lemme know what you think.
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