Sharp notes again abound from Williams instrument as bolts of force fly to one of the shadows on the balcony.
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William makes his way quickly back to the central hall, readying his violin as he moves.
William moves into the Salon to repair the barricade there.
William feels the cold fear of the grave seep into his bones but he holds himself together and attempts to move closer and locate the threat.
I'm ok. We were packed and ready to go, but we didn't need to evac. It's kind of spooky, if you look at a map of the fire and find the westernmost point - my house is just a little west of that. The air quality is still like sitting on the wrong side of a campfire. But I'm incredibly thankful - three of my coworkers no longer have homes and the town of Paradise (~25k people) no longer exists.
William draws his bow again and repeats the passage with sharp notes. Bolts of force appear and streak towards the rearmost creature.
The tune William is playing on his instrument changes and with a few quick, sharp notes, bolts of energy fly through the air to impact the remaining creature.
William also joins Esrian, returning his sword to its scabbard and readying his violin. Drawing the bow, he begins a somber tune to ease nerves.
"I bow to your wisdom, Lady Mystery," William says, true to his word, bowing before her and grinning.
"I'll help you," William says to Esrian. He still looks a little pale. "It seems that I wasn't as prepared for this as I thought," he adds with a smile.
"Now three against one and regenerating to boot. That's not really cricket, lads, and you can't expect me to continue to play with those odds." William says, although his grin seems quite forced. He stabs again at the create next to him and then falls back to the group.
"Have at you foul creatures! Regeneration is cheating now!" he says as he stabs at the creature to his left. He then takes a step back.
William begins moving towards the newcomers, but is stopped by an exploding ball of flame. He turns to Esrian and gives her a raised eyebrow and a smile. He then continues his movement with his readied blade, ready to deal with any survivors.
Once he sees that his inspiring melody gives no benefit within the sanctified area, William stows his instrument on his back and draws his sword. He steps forward ready to assist in holding the line.
William strikes up a haunting, but inspiring tune on his violin.
William nods appreciatively. "Didn't you say you found lamp oil in the pantry?" he asks, a smile forming.
"We should probably do something about all the greenery growing up the back of the manor," William says with a smile. "As much as I appreciate the potential easy access to a willing maid's bedchambers, I'm not so receptive to undead visitors climbing it."
As William begins descending the stairs, he hears the sounds of conflict below. "I know this tempo," he says to himself as he readies his bow and begins a quick, racy tune appropriate to battle.
Having an odd feeling about the manor receiving a visitor, William makes his way to his room to retrieve his instrument.
"Point well made, Sir. May I join you?" William asks, his smile widening. Without waiting for a answer, William moves through the pantry himself before joining Godfrey again in the dining room. "So, you're a follower of the Dawnflower, eh?" William says, tearing off a piece of bread and a small wedge of cheese. "How's that pay?"
Seeing that the other two rooms have already been claimed, William deposits his bag in the easternmost room. He checks his violin to verify that it survived the journey with a minimum of wear and tear. He plays a few bars of a light tune before setting it on the bed and heading downstairs. He sees Esrian perusing the books, but doesn't stay to chat. Finding Godfrey in the dining room, he attempts to make casual conversation. "So, rifling through our host's silver, Sir?" he says with a smile, clearly not intending any real insult.
"Well spoken, Lady Mystery," William says with a look of admiration.
"Doomsday, my dear," William says, his smile not fading in the least. "I did say it was no small matter."
William dials up his warmest smile. "Good evening, Madam. We're here to have a word with Dr. Oscilar regarding no small matter. If you would be so kind as to let him know we're here?"
William steps forward with confidence and, using the knocker, announces the groups presence. "Hope someone's home," he says with a half-smile.
William waits a beat for Esrian to respond. When it's clear that she has no intention to do so, he nods his head and smiles a friendly smile. "So, Lady Mystery it will be then." He then turns to Godfrey. "Pleasure to meet you, Godfrey," he says, taking the outstretched hand in a firm but companionable grip. "William Fair, man of many talents, consumer of alcoholic beverages, and ... " With his other hand he pulls from a pouch a letter similar to those the others have received. "Apparent fellow preventer of Doomsdays."
"Well, hopefully, not tomorrow," William says, not taking his eyes off Esrian. "Then there wouldn't be time for more pleasurable ... pursuits."
The haunting strains of a violin drift through the crowd as a tall man with a chiseled jaw draws close to the table. He brings the sombre music to a halt, stows the instrument and bow, and smiles at the gathered people. "Since the world is coming to an end that means there's no reason not to have another pint, right Nibiru?" he says with a smile at the pale gnome. "And whom do we have here?" he says in a less jovial tone as he sees Esrian. He reaches out to take her hand in greeting. "William Fair, m'lady, and the pleasure is all mine."
Ok, Here's William. He doesn't have a backstory yet and I really don't like the terseness of the statblock that HLO generates. I'll have to flesh it out when I get the chance. He also doesn't have a backstory ... yet. |