"The scythe is the weapon of Urgathoa, the Lady of Despair, Goddess of the undead. I suspect we may have, or at one time had, a necromancer on our hands here."
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Listening to the others tales as they return to Kendra's house, the paladin shakes his head in thought and determination. "Narah's news of the story doesn't bode well, that sort of thing almost always causes an abomination or an undead presence. We shall have to look into it, I'll not suffer the undead to unlive."
Morthos strode around Kendra's home, worriedly looking over some of the grim texts Lorrimor had left in their possession. "A nessecary evil, but dangerous professor. Earlier he had secured the trunk in the room that he would be staying in, making sure it was out of sight. Morthos was nothing if not vigilant, and caution went hand in hand.
Hearing all of this Morthos broods, deep in thought, the books he had heard of. He understood the need to know evil, know how to destroy it. "These books and this cult trouble me, I have a unending hatred for the undead but the worldwound had seemed more pressing to me. Now I am a part of this, and I'll spare the liches to live. I stay with the books, if that means the room with Maia then that's what it means. You should all figure out what our next course is. I can gaurd these tomes."
After retrieving his gear on the trip to the house, Morthos enjoys the quiet walk through the countryside to Kendra's home. Sitting on a couch and pouring himself a glass of wine, he listens to the others recount their tales of the professor. "I met him in Mendev. He visited many of the high clerics and grandmasters of the paladin orders their. Studying the world wound, it energy and anomaly, the creatures that came through it. A studious man he was and a good sort to have a discussion with fireside over a pipe. I would see him at the end of a day of fighting, when the soldiers were leaving the field he would venture out and pick through the corpses, taking samples." Morthos snorts out a chuckle. "Never occurred to me to do anything other than destroy them."
After Daniel, Morthos steps to the podium. Clearing his throat, "Ahem! Lorrimor, I met you first when you visited the Cathedral of Iomedae in Mendev, you were studying the anatomy of the demons that the paladins had killed. You were a man unafraid to get his hands dirty, and an ally to good in this world as well as a thorn in the side of evil." he looks around, "You've left us behind now, along with your beautiful daughter. I hope that the lady of Graves, turns you over to the inheritor's light so I may see you again in the next life, lo though save a violent end, I have many years left upon my journey, but I look forward that it may end with a reunion with a friend such as you." Morthos wipes a tear away from his face, replacing it with a stern look. "Find peace, brave soul. Inheritor guide your spirit." he steps down and returns to his seat.
Morthos nodded to Kendra and followed Narah to the chapel, where he changed from his armor and weapon into a high collared longsleeved silk shirt with silver filigree, black breeches and black leather boots. He then took up the coffin behind Daniel.
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Bowing as Narah introduced him, Morthos straightened his golden hair from the road. "My lady, blessings of the inheritor upon you and your family in this time of grieving." He says with heart felt sadness. Morthos adjusts his armor, making sure it is all in order for the funeral. "Your father was a great man and a friend."
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That would be cool, I'll also probably try to apply for a Jade Regent game if you run it. I've always wanted to try that AP.
I love barbarians, along with me a paladin we will hold the line til the cows come home.
I should be good for review.
Well, there is a archer paladin archetype Divine Hunter, I would just need to switch his Dex and Str and ditch the heavy armor for a bow.
I could switch to divine archer pretty easily, or a skill based character if that would be better.
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I was just trying to subdue a drunk. No striking from Morthos!
Borden flails and Morthos tries to adjust his hold and get a firm grasp.
Morthos grabs the drunken man attempting to hold him until he calms down.
"That would be unwise." he says trying not to laugh at the very drunk man and calmly difuse the situation. "How bout we just have a drink together instead? Could you stoop to drink with a 'girl's blouse'?" Morthos asks cheesing and covering his mouth with his hand.
Morthos throws out a great laugh. "If that's a challenge I say I'd drink you under the table if you weren't almost there already.!"
"Yes well played Glade, you have an astute mind for tactics." he waves the barkeep for a refill of his tea. Watching in disdain as Seraphine vomits all over Border. He pipes in "See that Borden, thats what heavy drinking gets you."
Morthos chuckles to himself at the question, but answers honestly. Celestial: "I can see why the thought may enter the thoughts of some. As for me the fear of the Gods is important. Now mind this is not the fear of a death or the dark or harm, no man fears in that manner to kneel before a God he trusts, but a healthy respect for the power they have attained. When I see the Inheritor in my dreams, I am often at the foot of the World Wound, or facing a powerful opponent, and she stands beside me in all or her beauty, which is the righteous fury of the light and wrath of the heavens, and her presense makes me strong. I keep my eyes on her light though I stand over all the fallen, knee deep in a sea of their organs, and on that day she says "Well done, you've helped me usher in the end of darkness." And then I wake and I pray that I live to see that day."
"I cannot join in your game Sir Glade. My martial skills are reserved for the enemies of good. I would make no display of them. I would however be willing to mediate the game, a sort of official to make sure rules are followed." Morthos pats the giant flail strapped to his waist. To Narah in celestial Spoiler:
"What did you need to ask me."
"I'm afraid I don't know any dances offhand. Perhaps I should have chosen truth." At the mention of Undead Morthos forgets the game momentarily. "Who said anything about the undead?" he almost seems angry now, not at anyone in particular just about the fact that undead may be involved with the professor's death. "Necromancy is it? Oh! By the light of the inheritor I swear! I'll not suffer their kind to live. A person who engages in the black art is as evil as the demons of the abyss. A swift end I'll bring to their false life."
"Well I have a penchant for telling the truth, as a paladin, but in spirit of the game I will say dare!" he says getting how the game works now.
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Oblivious, Morthos goes on with his otherworldly conversation.
"Well then, one day, we slay his superiors!" Morthos says with the appropriate fervor of a paladin and extreme hater of evil. "The bottle has pointed at Seraphine. What does that mean?" he asks the assembled crowd who are playing the game.
Morthos answers Maia as the bottle spins, Celestial: "My Great grandfather is an angel, he speaks to me sometimes in my dreams, and I feel his light on me during battle. I know he intercedes with the inheritor on my behalf and I can feel his love for me. It is the kind of love I try to emulate, otherworldy, beyond the scope of mortal comprehension. This leads to a swing on the other half of the emotional spectrum of course, the absolute wrath of heaven at all who do evil. To answer your question in short, I AM my homeland. What about you?"
Morthos laughs heartily, it sounds not like the deap laughter of the barbarians but a light and celestial sound, soothing and moving. "A horned freak eh? While I find Asmodeus the most palpable of the evil deities, he is indeed as you say." he chortles a bit more to himself, that bit soundind decidedly more human than his "real laughter" he sips his tea and raises it in salute to daniel. "Holy you say and correct you are, born of angels I am. Faithless you say, this saddens me. Perhaps if we travel together we could discuss this at length. I won't try to convert you, I simply wich to hear your theological views." He pats Narah on the back to comfort her. "To make a deal with devils, ill advised to say the least, perhaps we can summon the fiend and I will help you destroy it." he makes a genuine offer of his paladin services. "...what is this truth or dare you speak of?" he adds
"Hello." Morthos nods to Daniel, hoping he notices that he is not a woman. Morthos is surprised at Narah's expressed emmbaressment, he didn't take her for the type with any sort of shame. Which she shouldn't be. "You intend no ill and no ill will come of it. I'm not so naive as to have expectations of any kind from you, we've only just met. You do remind me of my friend though. She once said she was like the wind,we had a good laugh over that." he sounds sincere and is not hurt or even surprised, which some people may find odd in a paladin. Morthos sticks a hand out to Daniel, "I am Morthos, Paladin of Iomedae. It is my pleasure to meet you."
Morthos sits down next to Sera and Narah. "Well you know how to work a room dear lady." He says to Narah. "As for why, Sera was it? Isn't it obvious? It's all for the fun."
"I'm sorry to hear that your father was killed Sandalero." Morthos says with sincerity. Morthos watches as the beautiful Narah retires for the evening,her gaze subtley beckonin him to follow. He finished his meal. What to do. He had known many women in his life, some more intimately than others. Some kind and quite others passionate and forward. What I seek is real. he decided for himself. Connections with real people, real love of all who are good and deserving. Was that what was before him? A loving women to be sure, genuine as far as he could tell and blessed with an inner grace that few could match. Morthos was a gentleman, neither forward or boarish. He thought about how he ought to proceed. This needs time. Time to grow before I rush in. He wanted to rush in, A slyph would live long, like him, unlike the other women, mostly humans he had loved. Taken so often by the forces of evil or the cruel nature of the world. He continued to talk amongst his new friends. He waited hours til the candles burned down and most had gone to sleep. He paid the barkeep for room and board and went up to the room with the four beds and watched Narah slumbering peacefully for a moment. He then made sure she was covered for warmth and decency and kissed her on the forehead. Stripping out of his armor he slept in the bed nearest her bed, but his own bed all the same.
Having finished his tea, Morthos now drinks the stout ale. "I was trained in Mendev by the church of Iomedae. But I have learned from many people from many walks of life. One must always be open to new experiences and learning of new cultures." his smile radiant. "The light of the inheritor can help people from all places not just zealous crusaders."
Morthos looks at the sharp featured man. "I imagine sir that he is an elf or dwarf?" Studying the mans nature, the pale skin, lythe body. "Or perhaps another sort of creature." he says in a stark voice that is heavy in undertones like "Vampire" "I myself have seen my greatgrandfather in my dreams, an immortal angel of heaven. He speaks words of order and kindness to me on occasion, and exalts my actions in battle." "Bartender, could I have another round for everyone and some food for me please kind sir?" He raises his voice to be heard by the bartender.
"True enough." Morthos responds to Narah, not breaking her fixed stare. "Not all in war are soldiers, and there are many forms of courage. I have seen the help of the Calistran priestesses on the frontlines, many a common foot soldier wears a token of some priestess or another, their beauty inspiring men who would have been farmers otherwise to fight the foul spawn of the abyss." He brushes a golden strand of hair behind his ear. "As for the lady whom I visted, my last visit was to her deathbed. She died at the age of 80, she was a human not blessed with the long life my kind enjoys." he looks sad at the talk of the passing Calistran priestess.
Turning to the man addressing him, "Yes good sir, 115 nearly 116. Where are my manners I am Morthos, and you are?"
The innkeeper.
Morthos walks up to and greets the beautiful slyph. "Greetings my lady, a pleasure to meet a servant of Calistra here on the path." He smiles brightly. Morthos appears to be an Aasimar in his early twenties, "I last visted a lady of your order some fifteen years ago on my one hundreth birthday. She was a fine companion, and an astute conversationalist." A look of fond memory crosses his face. "I am called Morthos Thadrius, Paladin of Iomedae and member of the Mendevian crusade." He bows slightly before her. "Sir bard!" He says over the slight murmering of voices, "Might we have a tune? A solemn dirge perhaps in honor of the proffesor? And followed by a joyus tune to celebrate warm food and good companions."
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"Attending to legal matters I'm afraid. A friend of mine, professor Lorrimor, passed away and has named me in his will." a sad look passes over Morthos' face. "He was a good man, though I've not seen him for nearly twenty years. After my visit, in which I hope to meet the good professor's family, I will return to the crusade to continue to fight." He smiled at the lady. "By the way I am called Morthos Thadrius, and you are?" she was very small, but polite and projected an aura larger than her figure would deem suitable.
Morthos smiles at the short woman. "Well as well, I always enjoy a change of scenery from Mendev, though I've business in Ustalav, a dark country I'd prefer somewhere nicer." he sighs. "Well duty weighs on us all I suppose." he says with a resigned smile. "Is that tea I smell?" he asks eagerly. Shifting his weight on the stool, he accomdates the massive flail at his waist.
Morthos opens the door to the inn, a breeze of cold from the autum air outside flitters around the place. Ducking his head as he passes a the crossbeam of the door, he pulls back his black hood and lets it rest on his shoulders atop his brightly polished pauldrons. Brushing a strand of golden hair from his handsome face he approaches the crowd and offers a quick smile to the group. "Hail friends. How fare you this evening?" he asks in a friendly voice. The Aasimar takes a seat at the bar.
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