My base stats have not been updated. Let me adjust those real quick.
Sable looks bloody but also seems to be healing. The second round of attacks leaves him looking even bloodier... 143 damage/230 HP. Assuming I take all the attacks again. Hoping that I will have some allies that move forward.
He replies, waiting for action, "Silver interesting, well, I am game for it. I don't have any spells to help with opening it. But if we wait long enough, Olivira should arrive."
A bit surprised at hearing that he restates, "So let me get this straight... you cleared undead from the place. The portal opened and a voice invited you in to lord it over you that they are the overlord? Did anything go through the portal? Did they do something to activate it? Where are we? So what does the quarry have for deposits?"
"I could lead you through the portal. Though to understand it more, that would require my aide. She is busy at the moment. We can go down and have a look." He then leaves the inn and heads for the quarry.
He replies to Rouqar casually, "I could be persuaded. I am here to stretch and get some exercise but I can always find that where I walk."
Then to Reina he chuckles, "Technically it is a ceremonial blade but very functional as well. It is an Elven Courtblade. Yes most would see it as but a greatsword but it has its different nuances." He answers the halfling in common for all to understand.
The male elf before you has pale skin with flecks of reflective shiny skin almost like glitter. His white hair hangs loosely down below his neck. His blue eyes seem very intelligent and aware of his surroundings. Piercings and silver jewelry are very apparent on his figure showing his status and wealth. The chain mail suit of armor hangs tight to his figure with a simple blue tunic over it. Black leather breeches, belt and thick soled boots finish his look of simplicity and bring attention to his silver adornments. A thick curved blade resides on his back most of the time, it is nearly five feet long and a hollow along the blade allows a silver like liquid to rush along the blade. On his other shoulder resides a quiver and composite bow.
He greets you in the morning, "Greetings agents, I appreciate you tending to Koldur. I am Sable Soren, High Lord of Khorvian the Arcane Kingdom."
As he is pointed to he says in his commanding voice, "Silvillinis Sable Soren, Weapon Master, follower of Erastil. I submit my oath once more to assist and serve the people governed by the Council of Blades. As a present member of the Council of Blades, I will continue to serve and protect to the best of my ability."
As you leave the castle he moves further into the castle. If anyone follows he is going to the council room. Where he confers with the other members on the happenings to the South.
"We are in the castle so relatively in the center of town. Head down that hallway and follow the blue carpet and it will deposit you next to the stables and the courtyard before leaving the castle. I should let the council know about my whereabouts and update them on your success! Flouncy when Oliviria returns I will let you ask your questions." He finishes noticing the halflings excitement.
He replies calmly, "My magic tattoo actually, you could learn the magic from Olivira. Yes that is an accurate statement Flouncy. Well it sounds like we will be teleporting. Let's go tell your mounts to head home, then I will teleport us."
After putting any extra weight in the saddlebags of some of your mounts, and instructions to head home, Sable offers up his arm. Once you all grasp onto it or some of his clothing he touches the same arm you are holding and you can see the magic bleed through his armor and clothing. After about 10 minutes the spell goes off and you appear in one of Sable's room. A teleportation circle is the only furniture or object in the room. On the walls are many magical symbols and other preparations for other rituals. He goes to the doors and opens them revealing another of his chambers. He leads you out to the hallway.
He states and offers in his matter of fact tone, "No ears are necessary. Rewards will be dolled out to you by the council. I can teleport us back to the capital. The pegususes can make their own way home."
Upon hearing what happened to Olivira he offers, "If Olivira exploded in a brillant blast of light, that is one of her abilities. Though it takes her about a week to recover from it fully. Don't be so glum Koldur she isn't dead."
He stretches out his free hand to his ally. With a few magical words healing explodes upon Koldur from his hand. Then he asks Koldur, "Do you need more healing? If so take a potion from the belt pouch closest to you." Once that is done if needed he states, "I will go North, you head South, its time to exterminate the vwrmin."
Promptly you get a response from Sable, "Hill Giant, I will likely head out with Olivia to meet it. The counsel will have a representative. What does it like to eat and drink? Godspeed!"
"No this is just a statue to Erastil, the temple is about four days walk from here to the east and a bit south. Do slow down and eat your fill. If you leave before an hour has passed the spell fails." He replies.
As the group sits down to eat the food another walks through a portrait of himself. The majestic elf walks with grace and nods to the group as he walks along to an open chair and sits to eat with you as well.
Now with all of the scythe tree bodies chopped into pieces and set to flame. He nods to Koldur and follows the group. He would ask, "Flouncy do you have a magical bag to hold all that loot, or do you need a hand?"
Sable bows to Rognar in response. Then he states to Koldur, "Yes, it was an interesting dilemma as most other routes of communication still needed to be under a mile or less in distance. The council is doing well. Hundor has been very busy, he has so much to reign in with so many new subordinates. At least he has not needed to summon anyone for some help."
"You were lucky we had just finished a job and had nothing in particular to do. So we set out when we could. It is nice to be able to find friends." He says pointing at your brand new ring between swings.
"AHHH!" he groans in pain from the two branches that cut him. Though he does answer Beorn, "What these scratches, nothing compared to what I am going to do to it. Koldur lets make some good fire wood."
He then summarily cuts the scythe tree in half and cuts off a branch.
---End of combat!---
He continues making sure that the tree is cut up and then placed in a pile with its kin as he gets ready to set it ablaze. This would take about 15 minutes on his own.
He puts the dagger in its scabbard and with deft maneuvers picks up his sword and sheathes it as well. As he walks out of the room he pats Koldur's shoulder saying, "If these are just the first of your recruits, you will be fine! Good luck and have fun hunting." He waves to the others and heads off.
As he sharpens the dagger he looks up at the applicants with a smile.
The male elf before you has pale skin with flecks of reflective shiny skin almost like glitter. His white hair hangs loosely down below his neck. His blue eyes seem very intelligent and aware of his surroundings. Piercings and silver jewelry are very apparent on his figure showing his status and wealth. The chain mail suit of armor hangs tight to his figure with a simple blue tunic over it. Black leather breeches, belt and thick soled boots finish his look of simplicity and bring attention to his silver adornments. A thick curved blade rests against the wall beside him, it is nearly five feet long and a hollow along the blade allows a silver like liquid to rush along the blade.
"What are your plans now Old friend? We started these journey together but I'm getting the feeling that you might want to catch up with your paramour and rest for a time." he grins up at his oldest companion.
"Old friend, I will likely be settling into a council seat. Helping these new lands grow. Should you ever need magical aide or my sharp sword you just have to ask. Just give me enough time to come rescue you before they cut your beard!" He says with a fond banter.
Sable gets up and nods to the group. He walks forward and pulls his sheathed blade from his bag. Slipping the sheath off and putting it in the bag he leads the group to the platform.
He runs forward and drops both blade and bag as he gets within 10 feet of Olivira. As they get close he embraces her and twirls her around in his arms smiling. He soon realizes and puts her down, giving her a quick kiss and collecting his gear again.
