I will check out the stone.
Standing over the bloody heaps of the fallen jaebrin, Jahangir glancing at Kelgan's vicious wounds intones a prayer to Al-Akbar and channels his deity's power.
Kutho backs up Tarlan
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Raizen
As Fragos goes over the jaebrin equipment a voice calls out to the dragon mage.
"Hello old friend, it is good that you are alright. I know that you carry the gem. Meet me outside I promise you no harm."
The voice, Giorge Forsworn, is sincere about your being well, but at same time saddened.
For Lazaro
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For Lazaro** spoiler omitted **
Raizen
The Troupe went in search of one of the gems, and was never heard from again. That was until Giorge appeared weeks later. Something transformaed the man, now turned tiefling. What was once a kind and compassionate person, was now an insane, tormented thing.
Giorge and his companion Mask, a corrupted nymph, have been searching for the gems for their "master" since you meet them. During previous run-ins you found the evil Giorge commits now is not of his own free will.
"Not now Giorge... I'm busy," mutters Raizen.
"Giorge Forsworn is outside waiting for us."
To my fellow teammates
The Troupe went in search of one of the gems, and was never heard from again. That was until Giorge appeared weeks later. Something transformaed the man, now turned tiefling. What was once a kind and compassionate person, was now an insane, tormented thing.
Giorge and his companion Mask, a corrupted nymph, have been searching for the gems for their "master" since you meet them. During previous run-ins you found the evil Giorge commits now is not of his own free will.
"Giorge Forsworn is outside waiting for us."
To my fellow teammates** spoiler omitted **
Jahangir hearing Raizen's words thinks to himself, Great, sounds like every demon and his uncle already knows we're here.
Aloud he hefts his falchion, "Let us see if we can rescue him from the evil clutches that hold his mind."
"At least Giorge could give us a decent battle, unlike these minions."
Kelgan turns when the bell begins to ring. "Well, we shouldn't keep him waiting." Kelgan then walks down the hallway to Kutho and Tarlen.
Kutho winces slightly when the bell goes off
"Wonderful now we'll have company..more company than we care for I would guess"
Fragos comes wandering down the hall as the bell goes off. "A bell? How prosaic." He shrugs. "They knew we were coming anyway, I'd guess. Let's see what they want. And then not give it to them, of course."
When everyone else catches up,
"Would someone care to check out this stone that makes bell noises?"
Spellcraft (1d20 14=22)
"Well... I think it just announced us to someone. Not that the fighting was all that quiet in the first place."
"Well... I think it just announced us to someone. Not that the fighting was all that quiet in the first place."
Jahangir replies to Tarlan, "I do not recall subtetly as one of our fortes." The paladin calls out, "Giorge show yourself!"
"True." Fragos allows himself a small smile. "Let's see what our friend has in store for us. Also, don't touch the rock - it is probably harmless, but, if I was him, I'd put some sort of trap on it. Just leave it there."
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The Wanderers exit the structure. Outside the sun shines on a gloriuos autumn day. The ground outside is covered with a few boulders, that feel during the opening of the old structure. Off the cliff one can see the trees below changing their colors.
The two thing that catches your eyes though as you exit. One is that of a humanoid figure sitting on a boulder looking towards the glyph-bound heavens while humming. He wears purple full plate, emblazoned with strange whorls. The second being a plume of black smoke coming from the Lortmil Mountains.
"It's good to see you again my friends", the figure turns toward you. "Perhaps before we start hostilities we could sit and talk?"
"Awww Giorge..would you have us change the habits of a lifetime"
Kutho cricks his neck in a,familiar to his teammates,
'CRICK!'
"What could you possibly have to say to us that we would want to listen to..."
looking around Kutho searches for the corrupted Fey
I.C is playing silly buggers again
home roll
Perception 14+28=42
"Where's your pet b*tch anyway..."
"What could you possibly have to say to us that we would want to listen to..."looking around Kutho searches for the corrupted Fey
I.C is playing silly buggers again
home roll
Perception 14+28=42"Where's your pet b*tch anyway..."
"If you wish to talk have your friend show herself, Forsworn."
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"To the point, I always liked that about you." He removes his helm, a terrifying thing, wrought to resemble the fusion of countless faces twisted with agony, the flesh of one spilling into another.
"Mask is not here...well as far as I know she's not here. I asked her to let us talk in private." Sad, tired eyes stare at you.
"I'd like to negotiate for the gem Raizen carries"
"Negotiate? Are you kidding? What could you possibly offer?"
For Lazaro
"Perhaps, going to the darkside, Giorge, has scrambled your brain."
"Where's the rest of your group by the way?"
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"Perhaps, Raizen perhaps. As I said I asked Mask to leave us while we talked" He stretches. As he does his hands become visible. In the palm of each hand snarls a wet and dripping mouth.
"Shothragot offers you wish. All he requires is the gem" he slowly pulls a bag from the side of the rock. He keeps his guard up at all times.
"Now perhaps we could have some tea as we talk, or atleast before we start trying to kill one another" As he talks he removes a tea set from the bag.
"I'd rather not. It's bad form to talk pleasantries when the rest of creation is being fncked up by your patron deity."
For Lazaro
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"Well than how do we settle this?" Still not making any hostile movements, Giorge reaches for his shield and strps it to his arm. You can tell he detests having to wear the accured thing.
When you knew him he preferred lighter armor and wield two blades, which he does have has at his side.
"Shall we all just swing at each other till we drop, or should we try to be civilized and go one at a time? I would even let two of you come at me if that seems fair." He sighs at the thought of the coming battle.
"Tell me if I beat may I have the gem" As he finishes you see teas start to form in his eyes. Pain flows through him as thought of fighting you fill his mind.
"Let's see your entire team so we there'd be no surprises, Giorge."
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"MASK" A moment later appearing from nowhere the beautiful nymph appears arms behind her back. Over her mask a metal mask.
"you bellowed, my love" she bows revealing two twing-like claws.
"This is my 'team', Raizen. I would think you would know if I had to do such a deed I would do so myself or with her." He draws his blade and plants it firmly into the earth. The touch of the blade casuses the patch to wither and die.
The blade is single edged, but the spin has a row of "teeth". The guard carries the same wholed pattern as the armor, and his skin. You can see he wishes to draw the other blade, but can't.
"So how will we do this my old friend"
Raizen
"Being a bladesman, I suggest that you challenge a bladesman. It'd be unsportmanlike to ask you to fight a dirty no good cheat like me."
Jahangir fights back his growing rage at the sight of the two corrupted forms. He tries to sense if there is anything that remains of the ranger's old self. "It doesn't have to be this way. Surely there's still a part of you who remembers who you were. It is never too late Giorge." Jahangir levels his gaze at the abomination and adds gravely, "But we will do what we must, friend."
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"I remember all too well who I am...was", the tears start to run down his molted blue face.
"I'm haunted every night, by the past. Seeing myself caught and devoured by what I am now. Every day torn to pieces by the faces of people I had to kill. Screaming to stop, only to realize it's me screaming"
"I have no choice! I am bound to Shothragot...But if I must fight atleast it's you." His weeping doesn't end, but his emotions seem real to you all. A man forced to kill, and not onlt that people he considers friends.
He turns his gaze back to Raizen "Shall we make this one on one, or two on two. Mask gets upset when she can't act...Or will we just all try slaughter each other at once"
"Tag team fight?"