I know. I forgot to level :/ Will do asap. Thanks for the backup. ;)
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The young tiefling stands his ground and does not flinch away at the threatening postures of those gathered. "I am Raziel, so named by Shafilka of Qadira, the late priest of Sarenrae who was himself a crusader. I am a true son of the crusade and would see all evil purged from the world." "Now put up your weapons. I mean no harm. Tell me what has happened and how I may help."
No worries!
Ok. Raziel may try multiclassing at some point. Not sure into what now though :)
Unnoticed in the commotion, at least by most, another tiefling, this one dressed as a crusader scout, steps from the shadows behind the lintel post with hands raised. "I apologize for any alarm. After seeing Voren's welcome, I thought it best not to stay hidden any longer."
I'll be changing. :) Do we have any paladins?
I am here! Sorry all, unexpected storm = no internet for a long time. All good now. I'll be catching up today :)
Are we gonna be long lost twins if selected Voren? :P
This is Raziel. His info is in the alias. Currently he's level 1 but I can easily adjust that. He started as a ninja, but will become a paladin. I will update if chosen. :)
Here is my submission. I can redo stats to match if chosen. All info in the alias.
I'm here too.
Raziel wordlessly walks to Gnawl and aids him in trying to pry open the door.
Raziel turns to Horgus once Nijena is through speaking. Looking straight into the dissenters face, the tiefling speaks to Nijena. "You are correct Nijena. We cannot maintain a quick march with the wounded in our charge. Clearly there is no arguing that point, and it would be folly to split up." Raziel pauses to let his words sink in for Horgus. "I recommend a constant move wherein we travel at a pace that is comfortable for the slowest of us. We maintain forward and rear guards at all times, and we stop often so we do not have to stop long. This way, we can cover the most possible ground while keeping ourselves in best repair."
"I am close, though you may not see me." Sword in hand, Raziel shifts into shadows.
"We need to get out. The longer we are here the more likely we attract something nasty."
"I agree." Raziel rests his blade over a shoulder.
Raziel quietly stores the scale in a pocket.
Raziel looks at what the others are holding. "What have you got there?" He scoops up a scale and examines it.
^Ditto^ Everything's been good so far. :)
Unwilling to sit out of the combat, Raziel charges into the fray, slicing the air with his sword.
Sword out before him, Raziel scans the area trying to determine the most dangerous foe.
Story based. It makes things feel more real, and I hate tracking xp :)
"They can move under their own power. That is sufficient. They can follow as we go and we need not leave them behind, but we cannot stay here. Let's move." Raziel moves off into the darkness ahead of the party. Trusting his stealth and his demonic vision, the tiefling searched for the way out.
Raziel shifts uncomfortably. "We should not linger here."
"We are survivors of an attack on the Crusader City. Where do your loyalties lie?" Raziel does not step from the shadows, his blade held out of sight, but ready.
Raziel presses himself into the shadows to mask their numbers.
I think we may be a bit over zealous :) This is his first time GMing after all.
"Whatever language you are all speaking, I don't know it. Can we try to stick to common for now?" Raziel draws his sword, the motion is fluid: almost an afterthought. "Which way?"
Raziel nudges Nijena and point at Kjellberg. "Is she not the one who would have opened my throat in the square above?" Before waiting for the answer, Raziel waves the woman over. "Please, come and join us. We mean no harm."
Shifting out of the shadows immediately behind Nijena, Raziel simply says, "Yes."
No worries. PBP is slower paced than most games. We get it :)
"HaHA! Yeah!" Raziel bellows as Terendelev launches into the air. He tears his blade free of its scabbard and rushes to the fight. The ground lurches: cracks. Raziel falls. Instinct overtakes the boy. He does his best to stay hidden. Suddenly a light sprouts in the dark and Raziel shrinks away from it, keeping to the shadows. Two creatures speak nearby in an unknown language. Accursed demons...to slay something a beautiful as Terendelev... Raziel shakes himself. Stay focused, find out what is friend and what is foe. Raziel creeps forward to try to get a better look.
Raziel looks at his chest where the staff had poked him. He opens his mouth to speak, but Nijena beats him to it. Once she is finished, "Thank you..." He stops short realizing he did not know the woman's name. He smiles sheepishly. "Well, thank you for coming to my defense." Raziel turns his attention to the elf. "You were right to recognize my blood, sir. I am of demon parentage, but I do not share their cause. In the future, try to assess all of a situation before crying demon." He points to Kjellberg. "Or people like her could kill me before I can protest."
"It seems to me, a healer's place in in the thick with those who will need the most attention. Wouldn't you agree?"
"I hope to recieve a benediction and be sent into the armies fighting th demons."
Raziel inclines his head. "And may your hearth burn bright through the darkness." "Are you here in official capacity for the festival?"
Bathed and dressed in his new uniform, Raziel exits the temple of Sarenrae and squints into the bright sun. How you shine today my goddess. Please teach me to love the light as you do and quickly, lest my eyes burn away in the bright of day. The young tiefling carries a Minkaian sword at his belt (and a few other implements less obviously), and stands proud in the white, gold, and red of the Goddess of Redemption. The white of his tunic is especially contrasted by his red skin. Raziel follows his feet to Clydwell Plaza, not wanting to miss the festivities.
Sad face... Well Raziel is here :)
I'm not sure he's coming :( His character was cool.
Raziel here! |