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"Interesting. Perhaps kindred spirits still survive down here."
"Well that was... unfortunate. Tessaviri, how wounded are you? I can perform a basic surgery, but not much more."
"A little more to the right next time." Regnis says to TC, as he begins inspiring courage. Then he moves back a little bit. The skeleton seems to have taught him something in avoiding standing in the front.
"Ah yes. Elvish longevity. I'm sure that you will admit that even in the grand scale of things, although the crusades haven't been going on for very long, the world has changed dramatically since their inception. A Thassilonian Runelord made a vie for power, some Aldori puppet baron finally managed to claim the stolen lands, and the gradual spread of blackpowder weaponry from Alkenstar may eventually invalidate all we know of current warfare. I'd love to pick your brain about history some time. Just... at a better point in time."
"Perhaps we can make a sledge of sorts? So that Anevia might be more comfortable and we might move at a faster rate? Nothing too fancy of course."
"Or perhaps not. I must admit, I neglected my studies on arctic transportation techniques."
"This is not a good place to linger. I wonder, how long has all this been down here? Did anyone know about it? The demons may be more cunning and capable of extended planning than I had previously thought."
"As ready as I'll ever be. Perhaps me being in the lead was a mistake."
*Gasp* Regnis sits up blinking. "Not dead then. Surprising, but not unappreciated." The bronzed man gives a rare smile to Tessaviri. It isn't forced, but it looks strange, as if his face isn't used to bending that way. Standing, he gives a short bow. "Thank you. I know that utilizing necromantic spells, even to heal, can be difficult for some priests. I can take it from here, although you may not wish to watch."
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Howdy! I really like the bit in your character backstory about Aroden's death! It's easy to think of it as something that happened in the distant past, but many elves or similarly long lived races were alive when it happened, so I thought that was a masterful touch.
Regnis here dotting into the recruitment. I'm the Wizard/Bard mentioned earlier! Looking forward to seeingwhat people come up with, and happy to help/answer questions as well!
Regnis falls to the ground, unconscious. His familiar desperately attempts to channel the powers of the lower planes through him.
Unsurprisingly, scorpions are not very good at first aid.
Regnis curses. "This is why I insisted on making sure the other bodies were truly dead."
"Well that bodes poorly."
"It is good to rest and stretch. I think I will provide my own water though. Drinking the water from that fountain may prove hazardous to my heath." As an example, he dips a finger into the water, and then shows the burn to Aeri.
Regnis moves towards the door. I don't know if my familiar has returned yet, and if she hasn't he becomes quite agitated.
"I agree Horgus, we should split up. Those who are willing to try and fight will go ahead, and those who are not will stay behind, in the dark, until we have cleared a path for them to follow. That way we will not be slowed down by any... dead weight." The dhampir looks Horgus up and down, only a slightly mocking tone heard in his voice. "Unless that is not to your liking? Which of you are ready to fight for your survival? The dhampir sighs, before glancing at Anevia. "All of this fighting has tired me. I must rest for a short while to regain my strength. Anyone who wants to continue without me is welcome to do so. I'm sure I will catch back up."
Regnis takes a seat upon the ground, and tells Khara, his scorpion to go scout ahead. Carefully.
Regnis fires off his crossbow.
"Ah. Regnis simply says.
Once again, a desire to impress drives the party to bigger and better heights, including even Regnis himself.
"Information is power. I agree with Tart Cranberry, but any who wishes to provide cover fire with my crossbow is welcome to do so."
"Indeed." Regnis pulls a small scorpion from a breast pocket, and places it gently on the ground. He seems to treat it tenderly, moreso than even a cherished pet, and there is regret in his eyes as he gazes upon it. "Alright my dear, why don't you see what you can see. Be safe."
"If at all possible, we should confirm that. Someone capable of creating items of that caliber would hopefully have a contingency plan in place. She is valuable to the crusades. We shall see when we get to the surface." A momentary flash of emotion flashes across Regnis's usually implacable face. Concern? Is he worried for Caelda in particular? Or perhaps something about how coldly he has been approaching these problems, judging Caelda based on her use to the crusades has caused him distress. Regardless, it passes quickly.
"Precautions must be taken in order to prevent future disaster. It was a common tactic in the past of my nation. The Whispering Tyrant made us fear our own dead. Likely? No. But possible? Certainly. They are dead. Their souls are in the Boneyard, awaiting judgement. If I could consecrate them to grant them this final dignity and ensure safety I would. But, seeing as I cannot..." Regnis hefts his shortsword and if he is not stopped, will begin his grisly work, albeit as respectfully as possible
"I hate to be the bearer of such... disrespectful news, but I am Ustalavian. Many demons have the capacity to raise the bodies of the slain as undead. I do not know if the horde that attacked the city was affiliated with such a demon lord, but it would be... prudent to ensure that the more intact of these bodies are rendered unable to rise as viable corporeal undead." He pauses, and looks at Aeri. "I would not ask a healer to do such a thing, nor would I do it without the blessing of one more theologically empowered than I." Turning to TC, he says, "But rest assured Tart Cranberry, they will pay for this."
"I am also unharmed. It is lucky you are so skilled with sword and shield, those mandibles look quite deadly." Noting Aeri's distress, Regnis steps forward. "If I may..." With a casual flick of the hand, he presti's away the centipede innards from Aeri herself. Interestingly, the flourish of the hand seemed to be completely irrelevant to the actual casting of the spell, as well as it lacking verbal components. "I trust a plant's intuition when it comes to finding the sun. Lead on Tart Cranberry, you direct and I shall follow."
"Demons can see well in darkness, and are resistant to the cold. And very few of them use bedrolls. Someone mortal was down here."
"I agree with Tart"
"Yes, let's continue." Regnis's brass colored skin has a slight greenish tinge, as he stops his performance, which manifests as a desire to impress him, driving one to grander heights. "I do not know how long this may last, nor do I want to wait to find out. Still, it is good to know that we have so many capable fighters. My own abilities are somewhat... lacking."
"Vile critters." Regnis will make an appropriate knowledge check to identify them, if it's knowledge planes than he will take 20 for 28.
"There are more pressing matters than either of your previous reputations or prior history." Regnis says mildly. "After all, there's still a very good chance that we die down here, I'd prefer for it not to be because we refuse to work together." He gives a slight grin, and in the dancing lights of the halo and the literal dancing lights it becomes obvious that his canines are too long, and pointed. "Yes, I'll help protect all of you." Something about the thought seems to give him some pleasure, despite the grevious situation As he says that, he begins his bardic performance, and holds his flag up high, giving everyone a +2 to hit, damage, and saves against fear.
"We'll need a sledge to drag Anevia. I am not physically strong enough to lift her myself. And a light for those who cannot see in the dark. Gwerm perhaps should carry it, as the rest of my companions have their own ways to see in the dark. Aravashnial, I can lead you as best I can, lean on me and I will help you." This entire monologue is delivered somewhat dispassionately, as if there was a layer of separation between the man and the situation that they all find themselves in. He takes a step back, and glances over at Aerianna. "I'm very open to alternatives though. The situation seems almost unbelievably dire."
"I have some basic training in the healing arts, allow me to aid you." With no small amount of effort, Regnis breaks his quarterstaff/cane over his good knee, to be used as a splint. He drapes the banner it carried over his shoulder.
"Tart Cranberry speaks true, for I am no friend of demons. Nor do I expect that the large spider intends anything good for you either."
Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Regnis can see quite well in the dark, having both Darkvision 60, and Low Light Vision, and can see quite well the reactions of his new acquaintances. Once again, it is hard to tell from his face what this man is feeling, but one thing is for certain; no one could have expected that. Perhaps we should have though, today was a day of festivities. Of course if the demons were able to attack they'd do it today. He decides to focus in on what he can actually observe and influence, noting the woman's halo.
"Some Aasimars are known for being able to generate halos, although I have never personally seen one before. I assume that you are one then?" As he talks, he focuses, and casts dancing lights, and moves them to the downward edge of the halo's radiance, extending it by another torch's distance.
Regnis moves around the festivities, looking somewhat lost himself. Ustalav is a country filled with weary, battered people, and he has never seen a festival of this size before. Nor really a festival at all. The man's skin is the color of faded brass, and he carries a banner on a quarterstaff with him. The banner is of a scarab with an eye on the back, but the rest of his clothing is plain. As he wanders, he tries his hand at the physical activities of the festival, but finds no luck there. It is strange to be among all these people and to not be the strangest in the room. Indeed, the people of Kenabres are quite varied! Like the strange bush creature, riding that woman with the rather striking emerald eyes.. Regnis's train of thought is cut off as his familiar stings him. Yet more downsides. An empathic link.
Howdy! Regnis here, a wizard/bard combination, although my bardic casting comes off the mesmerist list so it's slightly less utility than it could have been. But there was a bardic architype that was devoted to the order in my backstory, how could I not take it? Interestingly enough, my familiar will be a not terrible auxiliary healer starting at level 5, and a pretty damn solid one by level 10. Focused school divination, opposition schools evocation and enchantment. (As well as a personal objection to using necromancy, but he has studied it) Anyway, I kind of suck a bit at level 1, due to wizard not really coming online for a while until you get a reasonable number of spell-slots. The good news is, I prepared grease, and bardic performance+flagbearer gives everyone +2 to hit and damage, so that's useful. I'll probably cantrip spam. Much, much, much later, I'm planning on using Kirin Style with firey shuriken for damage. Melee: Oh please no. If I'm in melee, something has gone terribly wrong
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Marquis Alexius Angelos
Reiji Nakami
Fabrignatio
Dark Arrow
Idemi N'josk
Valais
Imrana Reza
Adeline Lux
Palladia
Renegade Al
Edelmira Charthagnion
Shwurk the Greebler
