Lucian scowls.
He fought too long for and died for what he thought Eltruel was. He sure as Hell wasn't going to bend the knee to some infernal b+$@*.
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"Thought there was something there...just not sure now." Lucian quietly skulks around the chamber, looking for any sign of a guardian of any sort.
Lucian shakes his head in more disappointment than disbelief, he was in Hell after all, at the sight of the current state of the cathedral. When Grim suggests checking the altar, the ranger nods, draws his blade, readies his shield, and moves forward.
Lucian avoids the worst of the hellhound's fiery breath and fires off two more arrows, but dodging the worst of the blast is more than enough to send his arrows off course.
Lucian rushes forward, pulling his bow as he moves and fires off three arrows into one of the hellhounds.
Standing guard until the others are up the rope, Lucian eventually follows.
"Agreed. The runes will not last much longer and once they have died out, they can not be reactivated for another hour."
Lucian readies his bow and fires off two shots at the orange clad devil.
Thinking activation of runes would be the most effective thing he could do, Lucian closes his eyes and begins uttering his prayer to Torm again. Opening his eyes at the conclusion of the prayer, the ranger is pleased to see the runes begin to glow.
Seemingly lost in thought, about what only the ranger knew for sure, Lucian snaps out of his distraction. Seeing the new bat-wings adorning Mal's back, Lucian eyes the halfling warily. The ranger assesses the situation and replays Syrina's suggestion that had just been seconded by Simon. "It will be a tough fight to be sure, but I really don't think there are any other alternatives that will prove to be much better." he says, pulling out his bow. "Definitely the one in the cloak should be the primary target. Watch out for the weapons of the bearded ones...more painful than they have any right to be."
...some days I just want to quit all my games and focus on one...others I want to join as many new games as I can etc. Hopefully it will pass soon enough and I'll get a small post up after I get home tonight, but I'm certainly guilty of the same feelings you mentioned above.
Sorry. Personally struggling with motivation on the boards in general at the moment.
Lucian remains quiet rather the utter his distaste for dealing with any fiend.
Lucian nods. "Maybe we'll be lucky enough to reach the Blade and its wards will not have been activated yet. The ward isn't subtle, but the one on the Reach was quite effective against these shamblers."
guess I'm a werewolf now How soon do these changes take effect? I'm assuming after the first time Lucian transforms, assuming it gets that far.
Huffing a bit from the exertion and whatever else seems to have gotten into the ranger's normally even temperament, Lucian expends the last of his primal magic to heal a few more of his wounds.
I would guess the flank, assuming that rule is being used.
Lucian steps to the right side of the of monstrous undead beast and with a quick backhanded strike of his blade, he lands a solid blow to the werewolf's spine causing the creature to reflexively arch back in the memory of pain. That is all the more opening the ranger needed, spinning back around and driving the tip of his blade up into ribcage of the fetid werewolf, and continuing to drive the blade up into and out of the great beast's throat. Only the weakness of the creature's rotting flesh prevents Lucian's blade from being ripped from his hands as the creature falls backwards, the length of the blade bursting from the now truly dead beast's chest. Snarling and nearly growling, Lucian turns his attention back to the more mundane zombies.
Rage pounds through the ranger’s skull, primal instincts to kill or be killed combined with Lucian's sense of duty to protect the city, or leadt what is left of it.
Grimacing in pain from the dual bites of the undead werewolf and the zombie, not to mention the wolf's claws. Lucian quickly assesses the situation and determines that the wolf is still the biggest threat. With a quick nod of thanks to Grim for a bit of healing, he continues to strike at the werewolf.
We'll see how this whole lycanthropy thing plays out. It's not like mummy rot, so realistically, Lucian would know about it definitively until his first transformation. All this assumes that he lives through this current mess...
With the new and more dangerous foe arriving on the battlefield, Lucian refocuses his Hunter's Mark to the undead werewolf and strikes twice.
Lucian continues to hack away at the undead.
Lucian, taking his cue from Syrina, moves in and quickly slashes at the undead horde with his blade.
Returning to the bulk of the group from his position in the vanguard, Lucian comments, "Getting to a bridge isn't the worst idea I've heard, although I would suggest the Blade rather than the Reach. Last I saw the reach was overwhelmed by undead, and I'm not sure the protective runes on it could be activated again so soon after they were activated last." "Traveling above ground will continue to be dangerous." he adds glancing upward toward the flying devil's and their infernal machine. "I would be in favor of going underground toward the Blade as far as we can." the ranger suggests before searching the area for an entrance to the tunnels.
Perception if Passive doesn't cut it:
Okay, not sure where Lucian is in any of this at the moment, so not sure of where to jump back in.
Back among the living, so I should resume regular posting as soon as this evening.
Currently sick as a dog. Please bot me as needed.
Lucian charges the imp, slashing with his blade three times in quick succession with the imp barely dodging the first two strikes before the third lands.
Glancing at the contract, Lucian sees the poison pill clause and rushes in to slap the contract out of the hands of Pilster's hands. Pointing his blade at the imp, the ranger growls, "Don't even think of signing that contract, you'd be exchanging your entire family's soul as well as yours." Keeping his sword trained on the imp, glares toward Simon, "And you, you pompous ass, would follow this little fiend right to our dooms...you do realize it is just playing along, right?"
Blade in hand, Lucian approaches closer, hoping to get a look at the principals of the conversation.
Lucian hearing bits and pieces of the conversation about a large food store, draws his blade and approaches the stone door.
As the pair head off in front of the remainder of the group, Lucian vanishes from Mal's sight. "I haven't abandoned you, I'm still here."
Lucian nods. "That is where Harkina and I had been traveling prior to meeting you." he says to Syrina. "All paths inward lead to the citadel, unfortunately there is the matter of that rather large chasm to deal with though." "As far as we saw down here previously, there wasn't really anything of note, that being said, as we get closer to the chasm, I imagine there are a few nasties that have made their way into the tunnels." When the group is about underway, and Grim lights his shield, Lucian shrugs. "I've done a bit of scouting in the past, and my particular talents are suited to working in darkness, so I'll go out front."
Quiet as he observed his new "companion's" interactions with those beyond the barricade, the ranger is more than just a little impressed with the no-nonsense bounty hunter's ability to get a point across...he is somewhat less enthusiastic about the manner and arrogance of the one called Simon. Once beyond the barricade and able to relax at least a bit, the ranger approaches the halfling he briefly helped during the group's fight through the undead horde. "Sorry I didn't respond to your introduction earlier, Mal. Then again I suppose we were a bit busy at the moment." he adds with an unintentional chuckle. "Lucian Faucon." he says extending a hand.
The former Hellrider listens in gape-mouthed surprise to Lulu's explanation of what had happened. [smalller]"Unbelievable..."[/smaller] he utters quietly to himself. Turning to Reya following Mal's question, Lucian waits for a response. "Afraid I can't be of much help on that plan. I spent the overwhelming majority of my time on the outskirts of Elturel."
"I see...Reya Mantlemorn. I should stop trusting the rumor mill. But you are most welcome, well done felling the bone dragon!" She pauses a moment, heaving another pile of glass shards on top of the dinosaur fat "Rank still matters to me, Lucian Faucon...every increase was an honor, for deeds hard labored..." Gazing about the hellscape "...and rank gives me the duty to broach those hard labors to come." whispering a short prayer. "Well met, Reya, good to see a friendly face...even if the circumstances are far less than ideal. As far as the skeletal dragon goes, I believe that was a group effort...just managed to strike the killing blow. It would seem the others are heading for what's left of the print shop." the ranger says. "Gods know we could use the rest after that."
Going with Grim for MVP, and Lucian for Least Valuable Player on that whole mess. At least I managed to keep Mal alive.
As asked, Lucian drags the wagon into position. Afterwards, the ranger approaches Reya. "I'm not sure rank means much of anything anymore, but yes, I am Lucian Faucon." "As to Scar, he certainly wounded me gravely, but obviously I survived."
Insight DC 13: While there doesn't seem to be any maliciousness behind it, there is certainly something not completely truthful about the man's last statement.
Taking heed of the now flying Mal's directions to a path through the mass of undead, Lucian crouches low and tries to sneak his way passed the shambling dead.
Helping Mal back to his feet, Lucian watches the patterns of the shambling dead, attempting top anticipate their movements and find a clearer path.
Lucian lowers his stance to power against the trampling mob, just in time to see the halfling go down. Despite dwindling resources, the ranger calls upon primal energies to tend to the least of the halfling's wounds before trying to pull him to his feet. "You've come too far to go out like that. On your feet!"
His eyes having failed him before, Lucian attempts a brute force approach to making his path.
On my last day of the break. Back to the grind tomorrow.
As many of the dead fall in their tracks to the power granted the Doomguide by the Judge of the Dead, Lucian looks for a way through the mass of corpses that would be the path of least resistance.
"Lead the way." Lucian says to fungal druid. While casting a curative spell on himself, he glances to Syrina. "Where are Harkina and the others?"
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