Seven Eagle starts a chant to boon his allies, (inspire), he rolls up his sleaves ready to get dirty!
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Because there are so many of em Seven will continue singing to buff, if anyone needs healing speak up, also once we kill a few more I may switch to disrupt undead...
Seven continues singing
Seven Eagle will continue to inspire courage from the rear!
Seven looks up wishing he saw the stars, instead of this grubby tomb, he begins to recite a poem
Seven Eagle takes a step back and inches towards the door behind them, his nerves are tense and cowardice seems to hold him, something about the gutteral language of the chanting reminds him of his dreams.
Perception = 14+4=18
Seven Eagle stands at the mosaics and inspects the mural as does his peer
Seven eagle attempt to strike an undead with a golden ray, but it veers off and misses
Seven Eagle fires a golden ray once more from his finger at one of the undead
Seven Eagle fires a golden ray from his finger at one of the undead
continue inspiring courage "Hold your hearts hight light shall prevail!"
Initiate Inspire courage
Seven Eagle looks at himsel, covered in muck and grime, "My poor boots" he sulks, eager to get on dry ground once more he picks his pace up
seven eagle stretches out an arm and points at the dead kobald, a spark of white energy arcs towards its fleshy entrails.
Seven Eagle ventures forth hating every second of it, he follows as close as possible to the group, he fails to hide his fears.
"I miss my painting studio, this jungle heat is opressive" [ooc]Seven Eagle fails his fort save.
continue perform (story telling) to inspire courage
Seven Eagle feels a fear wash over him as he rcognizes a familiar sight from one of his nightmares, these monsterous undead often cause him to wake up in a cold sweat..."NOT this time"! Seven Eagle yells he then begins to chant an incantation designed to increase the spirits of his companions
May the five pointed star protect you, may the elders grant the knowledge to beat this unatural enemy, back to your graves, they have died once so shall they die again, this time at OUR HANDS!
Seven Eagle uses the opportunit to paint the coastline as the ship travels. He trues to keep to himself, but a quiet confidence continues to change his demeanor.
Bunkroom for Seven Eagle as well
Seven Eagle also asks for water, but with some lime and mint in it, he then excuses himself, as he walks to his studio to get his gear.
"Well Tobias, we need to see if the boogey man is real, do these secret societies exist, the map may lead us to them, we know what we face, cultists, the undead, liches. arm yourselves brothers and sisters, it will be a long day!"
Looking to the pretty girl, Seven Eagle winks and smiles, "I think I may have done exactly that my dear" Excitedly, Seven Eagle pulls out the Howe original and turns it over, he draws a line in charcol to conect several points, What is he trying to tells us my dear, his psyche knows the truth and it is protecting his fragile mind, what does this all mean... Then as if hit by a mighty war hammer seven eagle exclaims "There dear do you see it, its like he said, Strings, feet and master, things that should not be, and the fire that freezes, of course how could I have missed that before!"
know arcana=26; know history=16;know local=13; and sense motive=25.
"Mr Howe, I am a fan of your art, it seems my dreams share some of the creations you make, I would like to discuss this with you further, I also have a painting of yours, I'd like more information about, you have seemed to have drawn a map on the back, I dance with no strings, I only hope to keep humanity safe Mr. Howe"
Seven Eagle supresses the urge to run to Mr Howe with excitement, but he lets his companions do the talking.
"You may" Seven Eagle supresses the urge to laugh. The people around Seven notice he is walking alot more taller and his stutter and scared act are gone, almost as if he had planned to play the role of weakling in need as to recruit some "Heroes" Suddenly, his demeanor is quite confident.
Seven Eagle looks to the painting he found and reads the man's name aloud, "He is an artist is name is Lovthian Howe, it would be very apreciated if this could be accomodated soon" Seven Eagle again looks around nervously
"Before we head out into the mosquito infested jungle, we need to head to trhe Sanitorium to find more about this map, the creator is housed there, does anyone know about the Sanitarium, any of you been there?" Looking at the two jungle guides Seven Eagle replies flatly, "We can use two guides, work together, I would not be surprised if we all do not make it back" His voice trails off as he continues sorting his notes.
Pleased at the gathering of heros Seven Eagle begins to speak again "Who knows where or what the old ones are exactly, but they had a civilization up in those mountains that prospered long before we were even standing, I cannot imagine the treasures they must have left behind in the wilderness, I propose we each get an equal share, and if one of us shall fall, if resources permit, we work to bring us back from the beyond."
Astonished by the gathering crowd, Seven Ealgle begins, The name is Seven Eagle, if you look here ah yes, here it is, its a map of a Ziggurat I got this at an art show, it was drawn on the opposite side of a painting from a man in a local sanitarium, when I tried to pay him a visit I was mugged by some creepy looking fellows, I have not had the courage to try the sanitarium alone since I have seen this layout before, and I believe it has clues to the origins of the old ones, if I can only contact the insane artist who drew the map, maybe more clues will come our way." Looking over his sholder, then hopeful to the group, What say all you, the job pays like crap, but so do most
"Oh I assure you, Tobias is it, this is no joke, it is common knowledge of the lost treasures contained in the jungles, I am just making sure to let us all know they are not left unguarded. I wish I was just crazy, it would definatley be easier that way. Seven Eagle points to the parchment containing the Ziggurat, "That is what we seek, sure there will be riches and fame to claim, but it is my destiny to find something else, a weapon, some lore to keep the old race at bay. If I am crazy, well at least it beats hanging out in this place..." Once more Seven Eagle looks with Paranoia around the bar room. "So, are you and your friends in, do ya wanna save the world?"
Seven Eagle jumps when the man introduces himself, he looks at the man and glances around. Moving close to the man he whispers to him, "There are things in the jungle that should not be, high atop the mountains in the lands of the ancients I have seen it, What does not exist, does.". Seven Eagle looks around to make sure no one is listening, "They have plans you know, they are waiting for the right time, they do not care about our meaningless existance, for we are just a speck in their world, we are one minor pebble on a beach of thousands, any moment they may return and claim us" Once again Seven Eagle peers to make sure no one hears him, "But we can stop them, for they underestemate us as a whole, we are their experiments, their playthings, but with clear heads and valiant souls we can delay their second coming, look and behold!" Seven Eagle points to his pile of pictures on the table. He begins to pace around the table nervously.
Oblivious to his surroundings Seven Eagle piles his parchments into an arrangement of pictures including: Lost temples and Ziggurats on one side, tentacled horrors in the middle and then artifacts and treasures on the far side. "I have seen it, I have seen it, I have seen it" Seven Eagle mutters under his breath as he makes his piles. It is obvious these paintings were done with a tired hand, but the stroke work is quite brilliant.
A tall thin man dressed in cheap dress clothes stumbles into the bar, he nearly trips over the piles of canvas and rolled up parchment he carries. Bumping into several customers as he swaggers in, it is obvious this man has two left feet. He topples his piles of papers onto the nearest empty table, looks up and exclaims. I need a group of hearty souls, I think I have found something, who cares to join me!" The inn goes silent and Seven Eagle swears he can hear the crickets chirping, defeated he plops into his chair and starts to organize his papers and canvas. He is a comical site and it is obvious this man is a bit paranoid, between looking over his sholders for an unseen threat and mumbling to himself, something is not quite right with this native son. |