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Riftun grimaces as his spell makes contact with nothing but shrugs it off seeing how badly injured Yuto is in the moment. The bard outstretches his hands and a shimmering light comes forth soothing his allies wounds as best he can. "Let's get you patched up Yuto, you're safe now. The dust should at least work as a barrier for a little bit."
"Yuto it's not worth it! Go back I have a plan! Torra cover his retreat!" Riftun cries out as his friend in being carved into repeatedly by the tengu. The young bard reaches into his pocket and produces the ground mica within. Rubbing it between his fingers the red-haired man mutters under his breath, "Fulgentius Pulvis." and scatters the mica into the air which arcs around him and quickly turns to a brilliant blue slamming into the ground beside where the tengus were last seen in an explosion of dust and butterflies.
Stunned by the viciousness of the attack Riftun braces himself for combat. "Yuto and Andy focus the one in front of Yuto down! We need to reduce their numbers!"
"Yuto!" Riftun cries out as the samurai once again bares the brunt of a brutal attack. Andy swing for the neck! Torra get below his guard!"
Had a meeting today on top of work so I dont have time to post. Please feel free to bot me.
Riftun gasps in amazement and terror as the werebear pulverizes Torra's barricade. Stumbling back Riftun encourages Torra to keep up the fire power. "He's made his choice then. Torra, please honor this man with a warriors death."
Should have mentioned earlier but I'm at Phoenix Fan Fusion this weekend and posting will resume on Monday! If there is any artist there you'd recommend I check out/support please let me know as I think we only covered a third of the vendor hall the first day xD See yall on Monday~
"Most of your guard are already slain. A-And what are you doing down here by yourself if you're the head of the guard?" Riftun questions. In regards to Andy's question he merely shrugs and frowns, uncertain of their next moves.
Riftun tries and fails not to openly gag at the putrid stench of the room as they enter. Through watering eyes the bard takes note of their foe.
The tales of his people ringing in his ears the bard cries out to the man hoping he will be heard, "Werebear? Wh-What are you doing here? Are your kind not more heroic? The skalds do not tell of you skulking around with assassins. We have no qualm with you. Please lay down your arms or we will be forced to use our silver!"
"Do you think the survivors went further into the fortifications? Or do you think they've fled altogether? Sh-Should we be worried about them telling others of our location?" Riftun gulps as he prepares to enter the next area.
Riftun looks puzzled at the diary they've stumbled upon. "The Rough Beast... a doomsday prophecy is nothing new but prophecy itself is so flawed in the age that I can't see why someone would dedicate their whole life to it. A-And Andy makes a good point, who would want to rule over a destroyed world?" The bard shrugs. "At least we have some context to this place now even if it is built on logic that is a tad... flawed." The young man nods along with the others, "I'm right behind you all regardless. Let's go to the upper floors and find ourselves the sword so we can all get out of here and I can cook you up something nice and warming."
Riftun ponders on the thought for a while, "Hmm, they must have had a way to bring all this up here... perhaps there is a cart or carriage we could load it into and a safer way down once we've cleared the area?"
Riftun finishes scribbling notes of all the items the group has managed to get their hands on in this armory, folds his papers and tucks them away for later. "Nothing too extraordinary but should be worth some decent coin all-together." the Ulfen mumbles before noticing the others trying the next door. "O-Oh! Sorry! I'll get right on that!" The young man rushes up and starts fumbling for his tools.
Had a rough week. Someone killed my goose :C But I'm trying to keep up.
"Th-They sound quite powerful indeed." Riftun swallows hard pondering the words of the man they had just rescued it seemed. "Do you think we can take them on as we are? Perhaps it would be wise for us to get mister Haggersly to safety before proceeding with an assault on such powerful foes."
Riftun notices the body's pounding and his heart begins to race, what if it broke out? He quickly grabs his thieves' tools and sets to work. "Y-Yes, we should help as quickly as we can... a-and perhaps vacating this room as quickly as possible would be a good idea too."
As Riftun steps forth into the chamber he is taken aback by the sudden shift once again into the realm of the scientific... not what he expected from these ninja... and yet when the man in the glass moves he is brought out of his state of curiosity and into one of shock! His initial reaction is to try and release the man and yet... the bard's sharp mind quickly assesses the situation and he reaches an arm out to stop his friends.
"I-I've read tales of these in old religious texts in my parent's library but... I hoped never to actually see them... my gods... The man has clearly been overtaken... infested even by a swarm of hellwasps, without holy water or potent magics there isn't much we can do a-and to release the swarm would only mean our deaths... Maybe they stashed the cure somewhere around here? I would ask the man but... I believe he's speaking in Infernal, y-you can tell by the heavily structured format of the language... Riftun explains, eyes wide and swallowing hard.
Riftun puzzles over the surrounds, this was pleasant surely, even idyllic, but coming so soon after dealing with the blooded halls of the fortress it felt almost wrong. Riftun shakes his head. "My voice is fairly strained at this point but I should be able to keep going, though perhaps less effectively than before. B-But yes, let's head back into the fortress and finish what's been started. We owe the dead that much." The boy says before muttering a prayer to Desna as he follows his friends and allies back inside.
Riftun runs forward to catch up with Andy and Yuto, once again impressed by the samurai's sword throwing skills... Now certainly there were swords whose design lended themselves well to throwing but a katana was certainly not amongst them!
"Torra try to take out this last one in a way we can still question them later... Andy if you could do the same?" Riftun instructs in a defeated, melancholic tone.
Riftun averts his gaze as bidden, biting his lip uncomfortably as he hears the screams of another dying person. The bard tightens his fist and looks forward taking a few steps forward towards the open doorway. "We'll do what we must then... Andy pleas finish that ne in the corner. Let's try to get a good grouping." He says with deadly resolve.
Riftun tries his best not to vomit at all the gore. As he chokes down his bile he nods solemnly to Torra. Skald: He pleads with the Frozen Shadows.
"There's no need for this to be the end! Please just surrender and we can end this pointless conflict!" "Yuto and Andy focus up on the one in the door if they don't back down!"
Riftun snaps to attention, "More Frozen Shadows! Ready yourselves everyone! Yuto take on the one closest to the door so they can't get through!"
Riftun stands stunned, impressed by Andochtuir's swift healing capabilities, unarguably much greater than his own. "Th-That's amazing Andochtuir!" He exclaims. "You really are something else." Preparing himself for the next part of their adventure as Andy finishes healing up Yuto Riftun ponders their next move. "I fully expect an ambush at some point... These are ninja after all. But I-I don't know what distraction you want me to create Yuto. I don't have the ability to summon wasps anymore. That item was sold a-and my magic wouldn't really be able to create illusions other than of myself... a-and those can't really be sent out frommy person."
Riftun bites his lip as the ninja vanishes... He knows he has a potential counter but... with one final chance to cast a big spell... was it worth it? The bard shakes his head and prepares himself on all sides for an unseen assailant. "R-Right now lets just... move carefully... they could be leading us into a trap so stay cautious please Yuto. I-I don't want you getting hurt."
Ah sorry sorry! XP I'll add some items to my inventory but as for buying things... I hadn't mentioned it becauae Riftun is shy about it but he's been saving up for something special ^^
Riftun gasps as the ninja strikes out at Yuto but can breath easy woth the knowledge that his friend's armor is truly most effective in battle. "They mean to regroup and outnumber us! D-Don't let that ninja get away Torra and Yuto!"
"Yuto can take the one in the doorway, Torra please help with the bow guy if you can! I-It would be much appreciated."
Riftun gasps in shock as the arrows nearly tear out his throat. He spins around and prepares himself for their attacks now that he's aware of their presence. "Don't worry about me Yuto! You're doing brilliantly! Torra and Andy if you could each take out one of the closest foes however, that would be much appreciated!"
"Torra take out the spear thrower in back if you can! They will try to overwhelm us if we let them so stay on your toes!" Riftun calls out readying himself for action.
Riftun sprints up to Andy as soon as the birds have dispersed, his voice cracking with panic and tears in his eyes. "Torra i-is Andy okay? Oh gods! Andy it's going to be okay I promise!" The young bard turns to Yuto and wipes the tears from his eyes as quickly as he can, nodding his head dutifully. "Yuto, y-you're hurt too. Let me help." The bard reaches out and a warm light emanates from his hands sealing the wounds covering Yuto's body.
"Keep it up Yuto and Torra! Bludgeon as much as you can and the birds should disperse!" The bard continues to advise his allies.
Riftun gathers a few feathers from the tengus before proceeding, stashing them away for his harpy friend for later. ------- When the ravens begin to descend and viciously rip and tear at Andy and Yuto Riftun can't help but gasp in horror, tears streaming from his eyes. "Yuto no! Shield your eyes everyone and steel yourselves! Those birds will blind you and throw you off balance! Torra you're our best hope here! Fire again at the swarm in front of you!"
Riftun continues to give advice the best he can as his friends fight valiantly, "Just one more! Quickly Torra and Andy take it down before if can warn the others!'
Having spent some time informing himself on the nature of tengus since their last encounter Riftun begins to explain what he knows to his allies. "Be on your guard tengus tend to live in large numbers so we are likely to see more! A-And their weapons may be poisoned so keep your guard up! Yuto! Finish the one in front of you maybe we can question the survivor!"
Riftun prepares himself as the tengus do the same. He intones the mystical chant and divides himself into four separate Riftuns. Then points for Torra. "Torra the one on our left if exposed! Hit him!"
Riftun exhales as the battle reaches its climax and can't help but giggle at the scene of the others poking and prodding at Yuto as he laughs and flails about. "I think Yuto will be fine. If the eggs had managed to successfully penetrate his system he would be completely immobile s-so we should be okay." The bard looks up at the rest of the path before them. "So... the first hurdle has been overcome... You were all incredible by the way. Sh-Shall we go onwards and upwards then?"
Riftun spies a moment of weakness in the creature and calls out to his allies hoping they use it to greatest effect. "That's it! Now Yuto, Torra hit it again! The beast is on its last legs but it's no less dangerous until we put it down!" As Yuto's blade flashes Riftun perceives the blade as if in slow motion and see's Yuto for who he truly is. A brave samurai warrior, a friend and protector, an indominable force that should strike terror in the hearts of his enemies and quell the fears of his allies. The words almost seem to fall from his mouth before he realizes, "That's it Yuto! Bring honor to your ancestors!" In that moment, Yuto feels his blade shift slightly, his focus and resolve honed to a razor's edge... just shy of enough.
Sorry, I thought we had a round to prepare because we knew rhe creature was coming. But if not then yeah skip the mirror image~
Riftun braces himself in a tight hug as he recalls the creature instantly from his days researching in his parent's study. The boy had been driven to sickness by the images in the book which accompanied the creature's reproductive process forever scaring the knowledge into his mind. He makes the gestures and incantations to summon up the mirrored images of himself almost as a reflex at this point bringing up three additional Riftuns on the lonely mountain path.
Before he can speak up further the creature is already within sight and his allies are moving to strike. "Spider Eater! That beast will try to inject you with its eggs and paralyze you! Try not to let it stab you but if it does try stiffening your muscles immediately and exhale deeply! It could force the eggs back out!" He instructs his allies and points. "Torra! Think you can cripple a wing and bring it down?"
Riftun gulps looking at the precarious climb ahead. "P-Perhaps we should tie ourselves together with a rope chain? Th-That way if one of us falls then the others can catch them so to speak." The boy suggests wearily. Zaiobe, what I would give to have wings like yours at this moment. he thinks, contemplating the fall against his better judgement.
Riftun is aghast at the notion of smelling of boiled cabbage and turns pinknwith shame. "C-Cabbage?! But I-I just washed this morning I swear!" He investigates where the smell is coming from until he finds the offending cabbage. Relieved that his hygiene is not in question and, frankly getting more used to the idea of people constantly trying to kill him Riftun tries to puzzle out who their mysterious benfactor could be. "Thank you kind sir for the warning." Riftun bows causing his braid to dangle twisting the bauble at the end in the light. He takes note of the gift wrapped perfume Andochtuir accidently reveals and wonders breifly who it was for before deciding that was a question that could wait for later. "Baths may be a good idea in general Andy. We've had quite a busy day."
Riftun level 5: Hp + 5
Spellslots: +1 second level, +1 first level Level 2 Spells: Gallant Inspiration Feat: Steadfast Personality
"Qu-Quite right, I too had some more questions about the deal then w-we should be headed off." Riftun tries his best to get the conversation moving along and get them out the door in one peace with the information they have already.
Riftun frowns, uncertain of what this bug upcoming event could be... he had been away from his homeland a long time after all. Had he perhaps started to lose touch with his roots? "I-I'm sorry. What is this old Ravenscraeg you speak of? A pub of some sort perhaps?" the young bard ventures.
"O-Oh don't worry about the drinks then, one mug and I would've been at my limit regardless. I-I'm a bit of a lightweight." The bard chuckles awkwardly. "As far as connections to market in Tian Xia go... What kind of maneuverability do you have in the markets there? Are you connected with members of nobility o-or the merchants guild? I suppose what I'm asking is what sort of reach could we expect from the Rimerunners as far as market penetration in this foreign economy?"
Riftun's body ceases to tremble under the firm steadying grasp on Andochtuir at his shoulder. He sighs and smiles brightly at the halfling woman and offers a polite bow. "Thank you ever so kindly." Following the woman to the meeting room he waits along with the others for the factor before restating the terms he had just lain out with the woman at the counter. "I have more firm details in this scroll the master tucked away with me. But does the initial offer strike an interest before we get into the finer details? O-Or perhaps we should have a pint?" He leans over to whisper to Andochtuir. "Some folk here refuse to talk business without a drink in hand i-it can even be considered ill manners not to. Or bad luck." He fidgets nervously his gaze tilting towards Torra's resolute figure with some awe. She's so calm and collected. Immovable like the earth itself. How does she do it? I'm shaking like a leaf... If only I could be as cool under pressure as her. his shoulders shrug.
If the coast is, indeed, clear Riftun shall lead the approach to the individual behind the front counter and makes a gracious bow as his noble upbringing had taught him. "G-Greetings, we approach as representatives of Master Fynn Snaevald with aspirations of striking an accord with the Rimerunners Guild in the transport and trade of whale oil and amber over the Crown of the World and into Tian Xia would it please all parties involved... I-Is there a room somewhere we could better discuss the finer details?"
Riftun graciously partakes in the meal offered and listens intently to the schemes Fynn has concocted. "Thank you again for your hospitality. As for your plans... as far as sneaking in... I'm good at picking locks but not so much in the sneaking department. So the trade deal seems the best option to me but... if the Rime-Runners are associated with the Frozen Shadows and they have a contract to k-kill us. Then... wouldn't they know what we look like? Wouldn't we be offering ourselves on a silver platter?"
Sorry for the delay. Bronchitis sucks -.- I'll get a post up shortly
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