Ruarc follows him in. "Looks like some kind of maze. We should probably stick together."
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"Not a single door has been trapped in this compound so far. I'm willing to take the risk," Ruarc says, unlocking the door and shoving it open. This large chamber must have once been a cistern for the sewer system. Walls made of identical stone blocks hold up a lofty ceiling reinforced with elegant stone arches, while the center of the room contains a more recent-looking structure made of brick walls that reach from floor to ceiling.
miss Ruarc swings, misses, and then steps out of the way. So that Fidget can make room for Nat.
Nat's strike kills one of the mongrels, and he steps out of the way for Ruarc to get in. The dark warrior misses horribly.
Ruarc, now small, curses as there is still no room for him to get to the mongrelmen. He is further shocked by Valeria's transformation. Could it be?! Is she like me?!
"It's but a spell, the effects will wear off after some minutes.""WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DO THAT?" Fidget demands, her voice high-pitched and urgent. "You're going to get squished!" "It was not my will which wove the enchantment. However, it's uses are self apparent. What better for smiting the servants of evil than a big damn sword?" Ruarc asks, waving the ten foot long blade of Justice about a bit in the cramped space.
Ruarc raises one eyebrow at Fidget. "It's but a spell, the effects will wear off after some minutes."
Ruarc destroys the final rat with a practiced blow from his now massive sword. The rat falls in two pieces onto Fidget and Tik below. “Heh,” the dark warrior chuckles.
Ruarc hustles over and begins climbing the ladder.
"Yeah, I don't see anything down here," Ruarc says and then climbs back out of the hole. "Let's go up the ladder then?"
"It's a river. The river itself extends to the north and south, but the ceiling dips down below the water level in both directions."
"If you believe you can take pain to demons with it, then by all means little one," the dark knight says handing Radiance over to the gnome. As soon as it enters her grasp the blade resumes its form as a scimitar sized for her.
"I am no Iomedean, but I will carry the sword. It could prove useful later," Ruarc takes the blade, and carefully straps it to his back alongside Justice.
Ruarc swings at the woman again with his long black blade. "I've had about enough of your filth infesting our city! Die!" he shouts at her. She can't have much fight left in her, she's leaking like a sieve, he thinks as [i]Justice whistles through the air. The sword clangs off the woman's armor again, doing her no harm.
Guys, I'm going to withdraw from this game. I've been feeling stretched thinly between all my various PBP commitments lately, and I'm finding I enjoy DMing more than playing lately. Sorry to pull out, but with the two new guys I think you should be okay. Feel free to run Ruarc for as long/short as you want, Fanguar. Thanks for the fun, and I hope to see you guys around the boards again at some point.
Ruarc nods in agreement, when Arwen and Pytros are ready behind him he tries to open the door.
"I will escort you," Ruarc says, drawing his shield and sword and following Aneiva. You would be a fool to go anywhere alone with the city like this, woman! The dark knight glides along quietly behind her, a protecting shadow.
Ruarc steps forward and swings at the last demon. He cuts its head off, and laughs as it dissipates back to the Abyss.
Ruarc moves up next to Arwen and swings at the blinded demon on front of him. He takes advantage of the demon's blinded condition to slam Justice's black blade down through its shoulder and into a fiendish lung. Ruarc grunts and twists the blade, eliciting a crunching noise, before withdrawing it. "You were a fool to ever leave the abyss, worm," he hisses at the Abrikandilu.
Ruarc steps up next to Arwen and swings Justice at the demon there. His strike is true, and cuts a deep wound in fiend. "DIE DEMON!" he shouts at the creature. Ah, it feels good to finally cut the flesh of true evil!
Ruarc moves up.
Raurc continues forward, stopping next to Arwen and readying his blade. "Hopefully they close with us, and give us the advantage." He readies to slash the first demon to run up to him.
Ruarc shrugs in reluctant agreement.
"I do, and Pytros hearing that the weapons aren't anything special might convince him to come with us. Or if they are magical we can use them against the troll." Ruarc shrugs. "He makes a good point, without the proper tools the troll will be invincible to us anyway. Unless Max can attack it with some acid spell...?"
"Normal weapons will avail us nothing against the foes who overrun the city. Unless the arms are magical, they will be useless," Ruarc counters. "Someone should ask Aneiva for more details on the weapons."
"While weapons might be useful, I think we should help the townspeople first. Then check out the cultist hideouts," Ruarc says to his companions after hearing the news of Defender's heart.
Once the prisoners are secure, Ruarc returns with the others to the Crusader's base camp. He seeks out Aneiva's wife, and tells her of the situation with the captives, and their need for judgement.
"Sarenite..." Ruarc mutters, kicking a stone angrily.
Ruarc goes to stand with Maximillian. "We're at war Arwen. The government is gone. There's no court left to judge him, no noose left to hang him. I'm a former law enforcer from this very city. This man would pay for his crimes by dying, throwing down his weapon doesn't absolve him of that. We cannot afford to let those who might be equally as destructive as the demons to walk free..."
"You're lucky these longsword lovers are here. Ragathiel knows no mercy," Ruarc says grimly.
Ruarc charges the mercenary leader. "Die, scum!" he shouts. He cuts a slash in the man's chest with Justice's black blade.
Ruarc rushes forward with his own low cry. Justice slides from its sheathe with a sinister hiss. "May your eyes fall on me, and your wings shield me!" Ruarc says with conviction, skidding to a halt in front of one of the barriers.
Back home and working on catching up on all my games.
Ruarc slips in after the Iomedaens, Justice ready in his hands. When he spies the mercenary, and hears his ultimatum, he growls in a low tone. "Kill her, and you take your own life. We will not just walk away from such a scene."
Ruarc stealthily approaches the doors, and listens at the crack for the sound(s) of anything within.
Aglamore takes aside Joao, Pytros and Ruarc. "I think we should offer the Sword to Arwen. He is a paladin of the Inheritor and may do much with it that shall benefit us and our cause." "I'm fine with that." =================== Before the group leaves to go to the library, Ruarc leaves a message with Aneiva and her wife for his sister and lover, should either of them show up at some point. Message: I'm alive and well. I hope you are too. Stay with the crusaders. I love you. -Ruarc
Ruarc spends the next time searching for his sister and his former lover, on the nearly dead hope that they may have somehow survived the demonic onslaught.
Ruarc allows Pytros to do the talking, following the others into whatever form of debrief the Crusader resistance has in mind for them. He tries to count the resistors, to assess how well they are doing and what forces are still available to the side of good.
"No need to worry, we'll keep the Hermean from slitting your throat," Ruarc says sardonically. He allows his transformation into a troglodyte to end, and approaches the newcomer. "My own blood is also tainted with that of fiends, but I've managed to get along with this lot alright so far. Ruarc Bataar," he says by way of introduction, offering his hand for shaking.
Ruarc chases after the cultist.
In less than 24 hours I'll be heading out for three weeks of international travel. There will be times when I'll be able to post, but other times I may not be able to. Please bear with me, and/or bot me as necessary.
Ruarc moves over to Aglamore, whipping Justice from its sheathe and swinging it at one of the cultists. His polymorphed muscles drive the blade with great force and he cuts the cultist nearly in half.
I like Max, none of the paladins I looked at really stood out to me. Whichever one will be fine, long as they post.
Ruarc growls as the glaive slices through his armor and hide, then lunges forward with blinding speed. He bites the throat out of the cultist to his right, before tearing his heart out of his chest with one claw. Then, he jams his off-hand claws into the guts of the other cultist standing there. "Go back to the Abyss, demon-slaves!"
That'd be cool. It'd be nice to pick up the pace some as well. I'm running WoTR now too, but I haven't read past where we are in this game. If my game gets caught up to and passes us, I'm not going to have very much incentive to keep playing here. We've been going for nearly a year and we're only at 594 posts. My game's been going since May and we're at 283 posts. They are in Neathholm about to go fight the cultists. Just a heads up.
Ruarc steps forward immediately. "Have no fear, Chieftain Sull. I will not rest until every last cultist is slain," he says, bowing his head to Chief Sull.
Ruarc kneels, taking the cultists' coin purses, the potion and the scroll. "Can anyone identify these?" he asks of the two magical items. He then makes ready to follow Nat and Lann.
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