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I'm thinking of either a Ranger or a Cleric now... not sure of a deity, but possibly Iomedae or Sarenrae would fit well with Rift Wardens.
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Hmm... not really sure what I want to play, yet. Maybe an Abjurer, though a non-spellcaster might be more interesting, so that the arcane talent can slowly awaken. I'll be away for the weekend, so I'll think about it.
Will the new game also be starting in Nex? Or have our descendants spread out across Garund and Golarion?
"If we can confirm that it's purpose is limited to Geb, then I see no reason to interfere with it... we may as well leave, if it poses no danger to Nex."
"Truly?" Allumbris asks, his brow furrowing in concern as he gently lowers himself to the ground, "is there aught we can do to help prevent this, beyond simply leaving?"
"You see?" Allumbris calls down to his allies, "this is not our enemy; we came here to fight Geb's forces, not this being." "An explanation of your intentions would go a long way to soothing my friends, though," he turns towards the now faltering Aeon, "you arrived in the heat of battle, and it is hard to tell friend from foe in such circumstances."
"Or we could fight, I suppose." The knight resigns himself, soaring back towards the dark figure and unleashing a lash of lightning from the tip of his blade down towards it and it's newly arrived allies.
The knight gives a look back towards the carnage, then nods back to Lilly. "I will save whoever I can," he offers, though from the hesitation in his tone, it seems he might be more concerned with his living allies.
"We needn't fight this!" Allumbris calls over the roar of energy and destruction around them, allowing the force of the black sphere to pull him closer, "Let it ravage Geb's forces while we report back to Nex." As the vortex of energy draws him closer, he waits for the right moment before propelling himself towards Lilly to intercept her before she is drawn into the sphere, and utters a quick incantation as he grabs hold of her.
The hazy and shifting form of Allumbris bursts into visibility above the horde, but somewhat distant still from the Daughters. His black curved sword lashing out at the lesser undead as it gathers around it a green, crackling energy, which the knight thrusts towards the still corporeal large Daughter in a thin ray.
Allumbris flies invisibly in the direction indicated by Lilly, keeping his blade in hand and his eyes searching the ground for any sign of the Sisters.
Once aloft, the blue-steel wrapped knight retrieves a thick ointment from a pouch at his waist, spreading it over his eyelids as his intones the arcane syllables of a spell. Varos:
"Not an unsound plan," Allumbris says in agreement, rising from the ground while mimicking Havandrier's spellcasting to call forth a protective barrier of his own.
"I am able to do so only for a few moments;" Allumbris admits with a shake of his head, "but in any case, if I recall correctly--which I cannot guarantee I do--many of the undead do not only see with their eyes."
As the blackened arms shudder and jerk their last, the smoky cloud that forms their essence seems to coalesce around the dark blade Sir Allumbris wields; the energy of the creatures flowing down the weapon and into the knight's hand.
Frowning down at where the long dark nails of the cloudy creature had managed to find a gap in the elbow joint of his armour, the blue clad knight responds with a flowing counter attack, his blade whirling towards the central mass of his foe in a sudden surge of fire and ice.
"Anyone can make a mistake," Allumbris nods understandingly, "but all the same, I would appreciate it if you kept your use of negative energy to a minimum for now; your... friends may enjoy the effects of the negative energy plane, but the rest of us are not so lucky. I am able to protect myself from the worst effects, and should the need be great a few others, but not all of us."
"I do not believe this cloud is simply a highly concentrated area of unholy influence, such as a powerful unhallowing," the knight observes grimly, "but rather, this entire area is being shifted towards the plane of negative energy, and the process seems to be becoming more pronounced the more death and negative energy the cloud is exposed to." "I hope I needn't explain why that would be a hindrance to our task here," he continues, with a pointed glance towards Lilly, "not only would the Sister's be far more powerful on such a plane, it would prove to be a rather hostile environment for ourselves."
Nimon: Any indication of how quickly it is increasing in strength? Or what sort of further changes might be expected in the few hours before the Sister's arrival?
Allumbris raises an eyebrow as the dark energy washes over him, before soaring into the air to attack the skeletal abomination from above. If this is a betrayal, then it is a clumsy one, he thinks to himself, bringing down his curved blade while willing an acidic coating to form around it.
"I fear my own arcane training is not focused on thwarting magical detection," Allumbris admits, before glancing towards Varos.
"It should not serve to alert them if we choose a location for our attack further towards them, before they would gain sight of this place... do any of you know of a likely spot?" "It would also behove us to hunt down these giants, once the Sisters are dispatched; we must show that those who choose to align themselves with our enemies will be punished."
Allumbris follows after Lilly at the sounds, taking in the sight with well practised calm; though a slight tightening of his eyes does reveal a certain concern over the gnoll's plight. "Common decency, for one thing," the knight replies to Gallus' comment, "but if simple compassion is insufficient to move you, then there remains the promise of whatever information the poor fellow might have regarding our enemies."
"Well, someone is up ahead." the knight whispers, squinting through the darkness at the shadowy figures, "would someone like to scout ahead so we know what we are dealing with, or do we all approach together?"
"Quite," Allumbris nods, "we can deal with these additional issues once our primary goal is accomplished."
The blue-clad knight hovers a few feet above the ground, keeping pace with the group.
"With luck we can dispatch the Sisters before whatever those creatures may be turn their attention towards us." Allumbris concurs, as the group land to reform into solidity just outside of the cloud. Looking grimly into the dark and shadowy miasma, the knight pulls up the hood of his robes, triggering a ripple of energy flowing through the garments as they appear to harden and reshape into a full set of blue enamelled plate armour; twin lightning bolts adorning the breastplate. The quick transformation complete, he draws his rune-etched scimitar and performs a few short slashes into the air before him and slowly rises from the ground.
"I am unsure it would be wise to give them the night," Allumbris intones, "but if whatever you have in mind for the morning would transport us immediately to our destination then it would make little difference, as it would likely take us until dawn travelling by flight in any case."
"Do not mistake me, my lord. I do not baulk at the danger, indeed it was the danger of the task which led me to suggest we be the ones to undertake it... we shall soon teach them the folly of their arrogance." "Have you no magic that would allow you to pry the secrets from their unliving minds?" He asks, turning to Varos.
Hmm... I've just noticed that +5 weapons already bypass DR/good; would it be okay with you, Nimon, if I switched out Devoted Blade for Bane Blade?
The knight frowns at the sight within the crystal ball, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "That they are so open about this reeks of a trap, or at least a diversion... what do we know of the enemies other movements? Is there something they don't want us to see?"
After entering into the imposing tent and taking quick stock of the contents, Allumbris gives Nex a formal bow, the faint clink of metal on metal revealing that despite first appearance, the knight is armoured in more than the blue and silver robes wrapped around his muscular form. "My Lord Archmage," he says, the magical illumination within the tent glinting over the colourful gems fused with the skin of his forehead as he lowers his gaze to the maps, "with all the respect due to my noble colleagues, it would appear to me that all three tasks are vital; as you say, Geb has proven most resourceful, and able to capitalise on even our smallest weakness. I do not believe that this is a matter of which task is of greater importance, but rather which most needs our particular skills to be accomplished. Surely there are many members of court eager to lend their silvered tongues to sway the southern dwarves, and no doubt a few ships could be spared to defend our coastal regions from these opportunistic thieves." "Now, a strike behind enemy lines," he says, planting a finger on the maps, "is a far more difficult thing to achieve, and yet it must still be done; lest when the time for battle comes, our front lines be overwhelmed by an endless horde of the dead."
Actually, I'm a Magus... I've just gone with the knighthood as a bit of flavour.
Okay, this is what I've got together for Sir Allumbris, the Knight of the Wrathful Skies, who's mighty scimitar was forged by Nex himself in recognition of loyal service. |