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yup...the day, hopefully, that Grimmy shows up and fires this up again....I'll be a happy , happy camper :)
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Waves to Sam and Chill..... Yeah, just did a demo here of the 2nd Ed.....interesting, but reminds me of dnd ,4th Ed for some reason....
Hey everyone! Hope all is good with you Grimmy. and everyone else as well. I've got a nice shiny new Jerrd-bot here ready to use!
Yup, haven't had the time to re-create Jerrid in my own profiles, should get that done today...
Righto, with French Wolf's departure, I'll take up the botting Jerrid for the time being, until we're done with Eralion's keep. Hope you don't mind, FW :)
Kevezyat's eyes narrow as Jerrid speaks his doubts aloud, but she reminds herself of her mentor's admonition, There are many viewpoints in the world, some may agree with ours, but many more will not. This does not make them your enemy, for their goals may many time merge with yours... She sighs as the others voice thier opinion, "I understand your reluctance, Jerrid. But also understand that my vows do not allow me that luxury. This guardian is evil and serves yet a greater evil, greater even than the Golden Palm. It is an abomination that must be destroyed. " "I would ask, Jerrid, that if you join the battle to come, do so with no reservations." she asks the dark gnome plainly. "Come, let us prepare." she suggests striding off in the direction of the guardian, stopping outside it's chamber proper.
Kevezyat slaps her thighs with satisfaction, "Excellent. We have a course of action! First the Shard, then the stain of the Golden Palm." She looks to Jerrid, "Was there anything in Eralion's books about the guardian?"
Kevezyat listens to Jerrid's explanation of what he's found, nodding, "So we take this Shard back to the sight of it's creation, where it can be destroyed. Excellent." She looks up from the map, seeing the conflict on her friend's face, "Jerrid, my dark brother...if you must go, I for one will not gainsay your choice. But stay, help us obtain the Shard, then if we must part ways, let it be with clear hearts, in the hope that we will meet again."
I'm sure you'll do the ol'Regiment proud!! :)
Sure, as long as Black Dow is comfortable botting him. I know he's capable :)
Kevezyat moves about, trying out her new armor, finding it fitting her perfectly. Satisfied, she removes the armor to prepare for a much needed rest with the others. As talk begins on what next to do, she nods at Jerrid's suggestiong, "The Golden Palms deserve a severe cumuppance, my dark friend. But they are not going anywhere, but here we have a threat to the entire land that must be extinguished." She listens carefully to Jerrid's explanation of what the guardian said, "Then is as one feared, Eralion has fallen under the sway of the Prince of the Undead." she says softly , looking to Leoven, "It is sad to hear that a fellow follower of Thyr has fallen so low. " "This Shard, though. Is there no way to destroy it?" she asks her friends.
Kevezyat joins the others in making her way through the assorted treasure, seeking something useful for their journey into danger. She stops, looking at a set of armor positioned in one of the further alcoves. Virdigris and grime coated the sections of plate making the armor look most unsavory. For some reason however, she was drawn to it. Pulling one of her daggers free, she gently taps one of the plates with the pommel, the grime falling away like so much dead skin, revealing a gleaming, but blackened piece of armor....perfect. Slowly she makes her way around the suit of armor, tapping here and there, revealing a suit of armor fit for a warrior of light, but of the dark. Finished, she regarded the armor, the often uncanny angles of the seemingly random plates...fitting the dichotomy of her existience. Nodding, she raises her head and whispers thanks to her Protector and Friend, Freya, and unceremoniously discards her chain armor and begins to step into the revealed suit of of armor. "Damien, can you lend a hand, please..." she asks gently.
There's also the bunch of undead milling around in the courtyard, Kevezyat won't stand to have those left there...and there's the matter of the corrupted thingy guarded by the crypt thing....lots to do :)
So I was going through the various magic items listed in Hero Lab and came across Armageddon Plate, cost 2650.
Ha! forgot about that....3000gp value right?
Round 5 Kevezyat's effort to move suddenly takes effect, the drow lurching violently to the fore, as the paralytic ceases to afflict her. Unconsiously, the holy warrior transforms the energy of the involuntary motion into one of purpose...a most violent purpose...her flail hissing through the air towards one of the remaining constructs.
Round 4 The construct's venom enervates Kevezyat almost immediately, leaving her held in time, unmoving, unable for the moment even to blink... though she can still breath, albiet shallowly. Her vision however was faultless as ever, allowing her to see the surrounding serpent-things and the efforts of her friends. An soft anguished sigh is all that can be heard to give voice to her frustration.
Yeah, that sort of thing always appealed to me as well. The cost was always a big barrier, as well as the time I'd want to invest in painting, creating terrain, forts etc... I'll enjoy vicariously through you , Wolf ! :)
Round 3 Kevezyat looks down in satisfaction at the ruin of the snake construct, but the swayin of its brethren catches her eye....
... but the movements hold no sway over her. Turning to the immediate threat, she raises her flail, her face a mask of determination...
Round 2 Kevezyat waits for Damien's hammer to finish it's sweep onto the creature and by, then stepping up to deliver her own blow...
Round 1 Kevezyat rushes forward to defend her dazed friends, gently easing by their swaying forms. Leaving Valkyia in its harness for now, the ebony Paladin plucks the flail from her belt and swings mightily...
Kevezyat watches as Sam and Jerrid skillfully deal with the traps and door, "Ah, that was well done." she comments to Damien. She allows some time for the two to finish their work within the vault, but when the new guardians reveal themselves, she rushes to thier aid.
Kevezyat had watches curiously over the scholar's shoulders, trying to glean for herself some little knowledge of the cultist's endeavours. Ultimately, as they all stand before the strange door, she nods to Leoven, "Indeed, Leo, destroyed. This was a labour a long time in thought and deed by these vile cultists. It will be a considerable blow to their efforts if we can destroy their work. " She pauses, thinking, "If we can somehow determine where in the mountains the others lurk....but that can wait, let us see what is within this 'treasure vault', perhaps something to aid our efforts to find the brass anvil..."
Kevezyat steps out of the stairway and makes way for Damien and Vhillish to exit. She looks up at the figure curiously, then to the others, "Is that familiar to either of you?"
Kevezyat help load the priest and acolyte into the fireplace and stands watching them burn. Shaking her head, "That such men, talented, would waste their lives with such evil...A terrible shame.." she comments, more to herself than anyone else. She remains at the fireside as Damien and Vhillish industriously search the donjon , resolutely muttering prayers to Freya for the safe conduct of the souls of the evil priest and his acolyte. Though certain they'd made their way into the foul pits of the Abyss, she felt it her duty to at least try. Her rituals are interrupted by Damien's call. Finding the two standing before the small staircase, she says, "Ah, you've found a secret... well done! I will take the fore..." Sizing up the entranceway to the stairs and the descending spiral itself, she pulls her flail from her belt, and edges into the stairs, Valkyria scraping along the wall. "A tight fit..." she observes, before looking downward and descending...
Kevezyat stands still, breathing deeply, watching her friends search the fallen priest and his acolyte. Taking a handful of the priest's robes , she cleans orc and priest blood from it's blade, then once clean returns it to it's scabbard. She wiggles her fingers, the tingling sensation of the holy purpose she'd invoked against the priest slowly draining from her body. Turning at Damien's suggestion, she kneels and produces a flask of oil, "A sound precaution, Lieutenant, considering what happened to the acolyte downstairs." She looks to Janna after Damien asks her for her opinion...
Round 9
The evil cleric's foulness passes over and through Kevezyat, dimming for a moment the light that shone within. Eyes narrowed against the pain and wrongness, the Paladin gives her head a shake and raises Valkyria to strike down the chattering priest....but Damien's blow comes first, felling the man into a heap at Kevezyat's feet. Breathing hard, sword still held high, she can see that the foul man yet lived, but had been knocked unconsious by Damien's blow. Letting out a sigh, she lowers her weapon, then looks aside at the Lieutenant, "Well struck...". Looking back, she sees that Jerrid had been felled by the priest's latest salvo. Kneeling by her dark friend, she places an ebony hand on his brow and quietly prays to Freya...
Ah you're kiling us Grimmy !!! :) Just realized your other recruitment was a Midgard game! Gonna put a submission together...
Round 8 Kevezyat strides purposefully forward, gently easing those of her friends that lay between her and the Priest aside. Finally, she faces the foul holy man once more, "We meet again, apostate! " she exclaims, Valkyria shooting foward to skewer the devil-worshiper.
Round 7 addition
Round 7 Smiling grimly as her friends bring their considerable talents to bear on the unfortunate orcs, Kevezyat brings Valkyria up into the air, it' blade sparkling in the dim basement...
Round 6 Kevezyat notices Jerrid's subtle indication to move to side and nods, then brings her sword about and cuts down on the impertient orc, "You are strong, but follow a false god....may death bring you to his tender bosom!"
...but, it seems there are still traces of Sam's smoke in her eyes, her blow sliding harmlessly off of the orc's armor. Unperturbed by her failure to harm the orc, Kevezyat steps aside to allow her friends to greet him appropriately. As she does so she whispers a prayer to Freya , a warm glow surrounding her hand where she presses it against the wound inflicted by the orc.
Round 5 The orc's blow rocks Kevezyat back on her heels, but does not lasting damage. Over the sound of booted orc feet stomping her way, Kevezyat hears the entreaties of her friends to retreat back to a sounder strategic location. Fuming that the priest would so surely follow stereotype, and hide behind his lackeys, Kevezyat nonetheless can't help but acknowledge her friend's advice. With a swipe of her blade, she disengages from the orc in the doorway, giving way as she descends back into the basement...there she nods to her friends, and awaits the orc's arrival at the bottom of the stairs...
round 4 Kevezyat blinks as Sam's ill-advised trick obscures the stairway, but her eyes grow wide as an orc lackey looms in the doorway... Her sword comes up in a flash , causing swirling eddies in the alchemical smoke...
....but the smoke gets in her eyes, causing her blow to go awry.
Round 3 Kevezyat watches as the foul priest scuttles away, calling out orders to his lackeys. Looking over her shoulder at hearing Damien's shout, "Glad you could make it, Lieutenant, there is sinister goings-on. Come, let us take the battle to them!" she cries, surging up the remains of the stairs... ...but she isn't stupid, she pauses at the door way and takes a quick look out to see the disposition of the enemy..
Grimmy, could you describe 'bloodied' for me.
If it's a 'mortal' blow, does Kevezyat need to hit him again? or is he dead on his feet? thanks
Round 2 Kevezyat smiles as the priest's foul curse falls away from her like so much fluff, "My faith is stronger...my blade is stronger..." she says almost conversationally as she closes the distance , Valyria flashing throught the air....
I think Kev's power attack is -2/+6 \ \Thanks leo :)
Yay! Happy Birthday!
Eh...rule of cool !!!
Kevezyat shares a look with Vhillish, as the cultists enter the room. Unceremonioulsy dropping Vortigern's corpse, she pulls her sword from her back as the Sergeant let's fly with his crossbow. The cultists move fast, one enscorcelling her friend into immobility, as she faces the priest.
"Indeed, face your doom like a man..." Kevezyat snarls, bringing her gleaming sword to bear on the apostate.
Kevezyat cocks her head to hear the voices above, frowning at the import of their discussion. Nonetheless, she was about to jump up and slay the odious Voltigern when the capable Sergeant efficiently ended the rogue's life. She squeezes the Gnome's shoulder, "That was well sent... and delivered. Whot!" she says, unconsiously mimicking the gnome's distinctive chatter. "Mistress Faen if you would... Perhaps silence those voices should they prove a threat?" The holy drow nods, acknowledging the fact these cultists can't be left to their own devices, "Come along, then...have the others hurry up..." 'Was that... the intruders? Go check it out." For a moment undecisive, Kevezyat makes a decision... she trots across and fetches Voltigern's body, then run back to the stairs and Whillish, "We do not know the strength of the cultists here, let's gather our strength with the others before facing these..."
Kevezyat allows the earth to roll and shake beneath her, her face a study in concentration. Once the earthquake has finished, she watches as the fetit , corruptedd water washes away any traces of Voltigern's travels. "I'll have to trust your more discerning eyes, Vhillish, for I've lost his trail. " she says thoughtfully, "That earthquake...there's a wrongness there...I believe it came from deeper in the complex, beyond the door guarded by the undead guardian.But let us see if we can catch up with this 'bounder' , as you would say." she says with a smile, running up the stairs towards the surface. She stops near the top, to peek up and over , looking for the escaped wizard and any other threats...
Kevezyat's eyes narrow at the report that their old foe Vortigern had returned, the skin of her ebony face darkening more than one would think possible. "If he's wounded...he can't have gone far. Mr Quarrelwick, your assistance please." she says, making her way to the pit and crossing quickly, trotting up the stairs, pausing at the last turn to check for their quarry...
As soon as the doorway is open enough, Kevezyat step out and takes in the scene, asking "Where is Janna?"
Round 8 (con't) Kevezyat takes a step towards the area behind Sam, but Damien's hammer beats her to the punch. Gazing at the squished remains of the imp for a moment, she then looks to Sam, "Quickly, Samduc, let's get that door open. The others must be dealing with whomever threw that lightning...." She moves to stand next to the door, to be the first through when it opens...
Round 7 Kevezyat was just about to take a step towards the crypt thing when Jerrid's call rang out. Turning swiftly, she says to Damien "That one will wait , I think..." indicating the undead guardian. Striding quickly into the study, she asks Jerrid, "Where is the imp?" She scans the room...
Kevezyat sees Samduc snatch the staff, and nods approvingly at the little man as he sneaks by. She looks to Jerrid for signs of the imp....
I think I realized before that I forgot to allocated some skill points for Kevezyat in the knowledge (religon) area....sheesh , a paladin with no idea about religion :) I guess I'll have her start hitting the books at next level up :)
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