Male Human oracle 15 Init +2, pcpt +14,Fort +13,Ref +12,Will +15,Ac 27,FF 24,touch 17,Hp 152,Skills history +6 planes +10,diplomacy +15,survival +14,religion +7,intimidate +12,fly +15
The victory they had fought so hard and long for felt hollow to Jon.
They had lost far too much , his heart ached with the loss of his friends and for what had been done to Kendra. She did not deserve any of this, none of them did.
He had no time to mourn Morbar, he like the others was consumed with the search for Cara, swiftly they withdrew from the blighted lands of the Tyrant and Markus began to seek their lost friend, praying to Desna to once more show him the way he began to search through the multitude of planes that surrounded their own , casting his net far and wide until with Desna’s guidance he found their path.
The Negative energy plain. There was no hesitation, they had seen to much, overcome such odds that even a place such as this did not deter them.
As Markus opened the rift they leapt between the worlds and fought one more time together. The dark lands of the Negative energy plane had not seen such power and fury for ages.
Erek and Jon led the charge into the undead hoard. Erek wielding the ravens head, once more fulfilled its great purpose and the dead fell back before him in their droves.
Alongside him Jon unleashed all his power and anger and grief , the wardens blade vibrating with power as he destroyed the undead he hated so much.
But the undead they destroyed were nothing but droplets in an ocean of evil.
Amidst the chaos Markus focused upon Cara , pinpointing her location and together he and Davos obliterated great swathes of the dead around them.
Markus drew great pillars of intense holy light downward from the oily skies and where they touched the blighted lands they exploded in waves of divine power that swept through the dead like a tsunami.
At the same time Davos unleashed a barrage of arcane energy, huge roaring storms of fire and lightning rocked the landscape as the slight elf demonstrated his arcane power and obliterated the dead around them with his elemental mastery.
They cleared a path for Jon and Erek and the pair surged forward toward Cara. Their joy at locating her quickly turned to despair as they could clearly see they were too late but they would never leave her here in this evil dammed place.
Jon swept her body up into his arms and she seemed to have no weight at all and With Erek covering his retreat they raced back toward Markus, Davos and the rift and together they leapt through.
It seemed after all they had done there were some things that could not be undone , just as Morbar had found his peace in the next life so too it seemed had Cara.
Markus for all his power could not entreat her to return to the land of the living and they felt her loss anew.
Jons grief at the loss of Morbar and Cara
Weighed heavily upon him, sending him into the blackest despair he had felt since he lost his family all those years ago and the journey back to Ravengro seemed a blur.
Together he , Markus,Kendra, Davos and Erek brought Morbar and Caradwen and placed them in the care of father Grimburrow.
Morbar was buried beside his brother so they could rest in peace together for eternity.
Cara was lay to rest nearby and so long after the others had left Jon once more found himself standing in the rain morning the loss of those he loved more than life itself.
Kneeling in the mud beside her grave Jon reached out and placed his palm onto the fresh dirt that now covered her casket.
His arm ached with the cold and more often than not on the anniversary of the defeat of the Tyrant , Jons wounds would flare up with intense pain. Like the others he would carry the scars and the pain from that momentous event for the rest of his life a bitter reminder of what they achieved.
I am sorry we failed you in the end, we tried so hard ...you deserved to live, to find peace and happiness. I hope wherever you are that you are happy. sleep well Lady... Jon says sombrely his grief threatening to choke him and his tears mixed with the cold rain as the ghosts within him goaded and taunted him and drove him deeper Into despair.
will you fail us too...? a small voice asked fearfully from behind him and Jon spun, his hand instinctively reaching for his blade and freezing half way there as he stared at the beautiful , frightened ...yet determined girl behind him.
She stood defiantly in the rain, her cloak thrown back and her blonde hair seeming to glow even in the dim rain soaked twilight.
Jon looked at her again as if for the first time and it seemed like years since they had danced... since they had spent the night together.....yet it had been perhaps only six or seven months.
Alia? .... Jon opened his mouth and then he saw, her hands clasped protectively over her abdomen, clutching the noticeable bump and to Jon it was if the sun had suddenly risen in the sky and his heart leapt so hard in his chest he thought it would burst! then he was moving , reaching for her desperately as he enfolded her in his broad arms and sank his face into her hair afraid She wasn’t real.
Pullling back slightly he kissed the tears from her eyes and then embraced her again kissing her long and deeply until gasping he dropped to one knee before her and looking up at her he placed one hand upon her belly and took her other hand in his own.
I will never fail you....I will never fail you both. I am yours forever ...if you will have me he asked looking up into her eyes and her smile banished all the darkness and anger and loss from his heart as she replied.
yes
......................
Jon and Alia stayed in Ravengro, the only place Jon had felt at home in for a very long time and together they built a life, Jon married Alia and purchased a good parcel of land to breed horses and built them a comfortable homestead ready for the birth of their children.
Alia gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl who they named Sebastian and Caradwen in honour of Jons lost friends.
Whilst Jon enjoyed working the on the ranch he could not help but offer his services to his friend Benjen. The sheriff was mostly recovered from his ordeal and was glad to name Jon Deputy and whenever he had need of him Jon would be there.
He made it his mission to keep Ravengro and his family as safe as could be, he had promised to keep after all.
Male Human oracle 15 Init +2, pcpt +14,Fort +13,Ref +12,Will +15,Ac 27,FF 24,touch 17,Hp 152,Skills history +6 planes +10,diplomacy +15,survival +14,religion +7,intimidate +12,fly +15
Jon saw the opening through a haze of red and as he slashed his blade into the Tyrants exposed neck he felt the razors edge cut through flesh and bone and then suddenly he was blasted backwards, a jolt of raw primal power ripped his blade from his grasp and almost tore off his arm as he was thrown backwards.
Then the world disappeared in a white hot shower of glittering sparks and as his wings flared outward trying to keep him aloft he was suddenly riddled with shrapnel as the machine exploded. He could feel the red hot shards of metal tear into his body and without his Hardened demon skin and his armour he would have been torn to shreds.
Even so his wings streamed out behind him like tattered rags as he plummeted to the tower roof, crashing into the ground, his body pierced a dozen times by the chunks of twisted metal and he groans in absolute agony, his throat cracking as he retched up blood and bile and gasped for breath.
M...Markus? Erek... Jon croaks as he struggles to right himself, trying to push himself upright he screams again as his arm buckled and hangs limply as it refuses to bear his weight as his dislocated shoulder gives way and he crashes to the floor again.
unngggg! Jon groans and forcing his mind to focus through the pain he called upon his powers and flooded his body with healing light.
The effect was immediate and intense and such was the relief he almost laughed as the intense warming energy repaired his shredded burnt body.
His whole torso was bathed in a white glow and it spread outwards, healing his dislocated shoulder, repairing his punctured lung and his shattered femur.
But even as the light moved across his body there were patches of darkness that lingered, areas of damage so tainted by the Tyrants evil that even Jons great power could not heal them fully and his right arm, chest , back and neck were forever marred by jagged dark patches of darkened flesh that resembled great ragged claw marks.
Grunting with effort Jon scrambled to his feet stared around numbly at the carnage surrounding him.
Male Human oracle 15 Init +2, pcpt +14,Fort +13,Ref +12,Will +15,Ac 27,FF 24,touch 17,Hp 152,Skills history +6 planes +10,diplomacy +15,survival +14,religion +7,intimidate +12,fly +15
Jon grips his blade tightly his anger raging within him as Adivion reveals his true purpose here.
you selfish bastard! Jon snarls in anger this was your plan all along! To release the Tyrant and use us AGAIN! jons anger burns within him and he strides over to the stricken man grasping him around the throat
Your dreams will be nothing but ashes Adivion, the Tyrant may rise but his power will not spread around the world! we will never let that happen! Jon snarls as he slams him back into the ground
Listen to Erek! We take down this f@!&ing machine and then we deal with the Tyrant.
It cannot be done any other way. Whatever happens, the machine must be destroyed! He shouts, echoing Ereks plan
Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69
As the night draws in around them and the temperature falls Elleross settles himself on a fairly comfortable lot and leans back against the trunk of the tree behind him and as he puffs lightly on his well worn pipe he closes his eyes to the world around him.
memory palace:
...and opens them to the world within.
The air around him was crisp and cold but he felt no discomfort, not here.
Even though the garden was gripped in perpetual winter it’s bite did not reach him.
He moves slowly across the frozen ground, his stride strong and even, no sign of a limp at all and soon enough he passed the grand archway that led to the frozen lake at the centre of the garden.
The black rider as ever reached heavenward in desperation.
Reaching the frozen lake he stepped out onto the ice and shot forward, gliding at tremendous speed toward the pearlescent Spire at its centre.
Reaching the circular door of crystal he looks at the etching of the wild girl and her wolf and he hangs his head in sorrow.
we have lost more of our Pack Nasrin, I ...lost them. But we have gained as well and we continue he says and as the door swings open the crystal likeness of his fallen companion nods its head in understanding and swiftly he ascends the stairs.
Stepping into the large circular room he moves across the dark marble flooring and gazed up at the newest addition to the room.
One of the huge floor to ceiling windows was now transformed into an exquisite stained glass work of art. Before him writhed the great frost wyrms, their bodies glowing with an icy blue light and locked into mortal combat with them were their lost companions.
Sapphire and Lucrezzia.
Sapphire was depicted mid flight, hurling herself at the creatures her black blade reaching eagerly toward them while Lucrezzia stood before them defiant and courageous to the last as she unleashed her powers upon them.
At the base of the window one of the stained glass panels bore a bold epitaph
sine sacrificio nulla victoria
without sacrifice there can be no victory he reads the words in a whisper his heart heavy, sitting before the window he remembers them and all they did together.
we will not let your sacrifice be in vain, we will end this winter he says with a grim determination as this latest loss further polarised his hatred of the witches and their ilk
Male Human Mesmerist - Bard 6 INIT +1, PPT+10, FORT +5, REF +7,WILL +15,CMB+4, CMD +16,BA +4,AC 17,EAC 15, T 11, FF 15 HP 45
if he were not sane he would never have stood trial dr Sterne says simply in my professional opinion he is completely aware of his actions and their consequences. He knows exactly what he is doing and why he says remembering the chilling conversations with the man
I did attempt to "touch" his mind, to learn as much as I could from him. It did not work, his mind is strong with his own purpose and all I could get was a faint chilling whisper "one batch two batch, penny and dime" Sterne shudders at the memory as he feels cold all over it was repeating in his mind like a stuck record and I have never felt more afraid of anything than when I heard those words.
I have no idea what they mean, and I could not very well ask him about it either without exposing myself he says as he gestures to the wall
I guess SHIELD involvement will be inevitable at this point but first we need to go through all this together, your insight may prove invaluable
Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69
memory palace:
the manse is a blur as he tears through the halls faster than an arrow loosed from a bow as he speeds toward his destination. The great library.
His mind trawls through the multitude of horticultural texts and scrolls he had absorbed over the years and as the great library rotates around him he reaches out for various objects and texts searching for the answers he knew he held.
Finally he plucks a small leather bound volume from the upper shelf and upon its cover he could see an etching of a savage looking tree
As he opens the book the title flashes into his mind "the savage garden" by Peter D'amato and the answer he seeks presents itself ....
it is a giant flytrap, a carnivorous plant that will swallow whatever prey it can grab!
We must destroy it quickly before it digests Sapphire.
It is highly resistant to acids! But not to electricity!
He says as he watches it grab onto Greyston and he watches the plant warily as he begins to weave a spell.
Potestatum,fulgur arcus! his arms are suddenly wreathed with writhing streams of lightning and as it coalesces into his hands he pulls them apart sharply and a massive bolt of lightning rips through the plant.
Male Human oracle 15 Init +2, pcpt +14,Fort +13,Ref +12,Will +15,Ac 27,FF 24,touch 17,Hp 152,Skills history +6 planes +10,diplomacy +15,survival +14,religion +7,intimidate +12,fly +15
Jon looks on the fallen paladin with a mixture of pity and admiration.
Even now, dammned and without hope he still tries to fight, in the only way he can.
I hope we can find a way to help you. You do not deserve this date. We will be back for you Jon says sombrely as he turns to follow Markus
we are we walking into here Markus? wood golems? I have no idea what they are capable of let alone this undead bastard she has protecting her. One of the Tyrants own soldiers! Damn it all. Why is nothing ever easy he curses savagely
once we come up against this witch I will try and control her like I did the other one, if I can curb her spell casting, we may have a chance but it means I can do little else but hold her.
Can you use that chain of yours on her? Jon asks as they head further into the complex.
Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69
ok j that's fine, shame...I would have liked to dump it into a pit :)
I will cast a different spell
...with a gesture he completes the spell, but as he releases it he alters the structure slightly,boosting its power
tonitrui,fulgur,orbis!
With a crack like rolling thunder and a sudden sharp smell of ozone Elleross pulls apart his hands and an incandescent stream of lightning arcs between his open palms, the raw arcane energy slides over his skin like water as it coalesces Into a series of crackling orbs of pure electricity.
With a thought they rise up into the air and he sends them hurtling into the mass of vegetation.
Male Human oracle 15 Init +2, pcpt +14,Fort +13,Ref +12,Will +15,Ac 27,FF 24,touch 17,Hp 152,Skills history +6 planes +10,diplomacy +15,survival +14,religion +7,intimidate +12,fly +15
Jon helps erek out of the rubble and laughs as the TIefling jokes about his fall.
you aren't very light on your feet it seems. Let's get back up to the others. Jon draws upon his powers and his skin glows briefly as he adds another layer of protection to himself.
casting protection against energy -fire j
Wary of the spirits they encountered outside he won't be caught unawares again.
Flaring his wings he launches himself back up through the hole and re joins the others.
we won't have long before they are on us. Jon says as he lands
erek is fine, he's making his way back up
landing in ad43. How long has it been since the wine stores j? Would my bull str and prot vs evil still be in effect?
Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69
As his spell withers and dies before his eyes the old elf calls back over his shoulder seeking the feys help
I am at the limits of my powers house keeper , if there are any stores of arcane scrolls here I can use them against this golem. If you know of anything bring them to me before it is too late he says Knowing he has very little left to use against this golem
Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69
they can't reach this doll! I have to try something. he thinks to himself as he tries to ignore his wounds.
Moving as quickly as he can he stumbles through the hut and looking upwards he can see the doll levitating in the air above him.
...talem,Imbre, ignis he calls forth the words of the spell but as he completes the spell he manipulates the fabric of it, in the same way he has learned to replicate other spells he also alters this one , boosting it's potency and more than doubling its power .
with a twist of his wrists he fans his hand outwards and a searing sheet of flame bursts from his hand and engulfs the doll above him.
burning hands:5d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 4, 2, 2) = 13 dc15 reflex I believe j, any flammable items will catch fire, full round to extinguish. If this thing has spell resistance can you roll it for me I'm not gonna be able to post much today. Using my ability to raise my caster level by 4 for this spell
How did the paladin killing a chained vampire child end up with two party members dead?
This has kind of been made out to be my fault, but it was not.
The party was attacking an npc boss. Can't remember what it was exactly or the npc name, it was above us and out of my reach to attack.
I noticed movement in the corner if the room and investigated and found the vampire child which I killed. (It was really the only thing I could do except stand around and watch the others fight the boss)
Our Mage got dominated early on and specialises in battlefield control. The other players were already damaged from previous attacks, I think one was down already when they were subjected to a stinking cloud I believe, which they failed their saves for. Followed by black tentacles and possibly something else I forget now.
So they were helpless and taking automatic damage plus I couldn't see any of them and so they died.
I fought the remaining npc's and my own team mate which I dealt non lethal damage to so I could incapacitate him and save him.
Just to clarify, the paladin in question here is my character.
Over 9 levels I have had to deal with constant questioning, second guessing and meddling with everything my guy does.
Everyone wanted me to be whiter than white and pious, even to the point where if an npc is needlessly giving me abuse (wig seller! ) and I react by telling said npc to #*@$ off. That makes me fall from grace.
I saw my paladin more as a soldier of his god, up holding the code but not acting like a priest or a saint.
I upset the dm by killing a vampire child, apparently I " wouldn't have done that" well sorry the child ceased to be human or even alive when it was made vampire and I destroyed it like I would all evil undead.
Regarding the confusion episode, I had waded into a flooded river to save these kids, whilst wearing full armour. Massive monster turns up, huge save for the confusion effect and It made me attack and kill the child.
The monster then later fled , my paladin wanted to immediately go after it and hunt it down, the rest of the party and the dm completely shat all over that option and instead demanded I stand around wailing over the killing of the child. My guy would have done something to aid the family or the child but the constant arguments about what I should be doing had got very old.
At that point I couldn't be bothered anymore and in the subsequent session I went out of my way to get him killed, which also upset the dm as he had already planned my fall and subsequent rise again.
I am enjoying the campaign story and will continue with a new character I just hope this one doesn't make the dm even angrier than he usually is.
;) I still love you iktoo even though you didn't love my paladins choices in life.
Male Half elf fighter HP 30 | AC 17 | FF 13 | T14 | saves 5/5/2 | Init +4 | Percep +5 | int +5 | dungeon+7 |
I've taken average hit points ,
Name time again what about these
Legio passa means "the legion that has sufferred/endured" or legio passura "the legion that will suffer/endure". Or "the legion of those who have suffered/will suffered" = legio passorum/passurorum.
We could call ourselves legion for short
