Luc smirks as the man catches him once. It's here he bellows as he raises that sword on high. The templar grins afterwards, and hoists his blade once more, feeling his energy surging through him still.
"I think not, my friend. The only thing you're taking with you is your betrayal."
Seeing the other caster harming her 'allies' Ninn eyes become steely and like a blade she unleashes her next spell. As she weaved runic glyphs in the air, she targets the ground just behind the caster, she smirked as the sound this rival 'mage' was making becomes quite and less annoying. She offered them surrender, now they could die in silence as her friends tore them down in close combat without the aid of their feeble magician.
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Seeing the other caster harming her 'allies' Ninn eyes become steely and like a blade she unleashes her next spell. As she weaved runic glyphs in the air, she targets the ground just behind the caster, she smirked as the sound this rival 'mage' was making becomes quite and less annoying. She offered them surrender, now they could die in silence as her friends tore them down in close combat without the aid of their feeble magician.
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Aria realizing she is a bit far away from the group, she sprints towards them in hopes that she may be of some help. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at Thrall. Her eyes set and her lips move without sound as she casts an old spell in her mind.
Standard Action:Cast Haste on Thrall
Free action: sustaining inspire courage
(Benefits of spell for players:) +1 attack rolls +1dodge bonus ac and reflex +30 speed increase by feet, to a maximum of twice the subject's normal speed, 1 extra attack during full attackAria realizing she is a bit far away from the group, she sprints towards them in hopes that she may be of some help. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at Thrall. Her eyes set and her lips move without sound as she casts an old spell in her mind.
Dot...posting shortly.
Will use this post an edit.
The roll of battle and carnage fills the air... the sound of killing and dying.. so much the song of conflict. The ring of steel on steel, the desperate mutterings of spellcasting, and the cries of the dying...
The smell of blood in the air... oh yes ...the smell...
From the mix of warriors and the clang of battle a fighter comes through cutting a bloody swath of carnage... in her path... Feral she is in her fury her glittering green eyes alight with... joy? Her face excited with the destruction she lays upon any who get in her way. Her lips parted in silent glee... her tawny-reddish hair tossing about her from under the shiny light helm at her brow. She is clad in the furs of a northern barbarian, cut and sewn together with sinew from the furs of slain dire winter wolves... instantly declaring herself, on sight, a clanswoman of the savage Glacier Wolf horse clans.
But her nature and her presence here this far south is far from her only uniqueness...
Glinting from under her travel furs she is clad in a mail shirt of shimmering metal that glints darkly as though it were fashioned of hematite and it is utterly silent. In her hand moaning an eerie wordless song ...almost as though a human tongue were at work is a grim looking longsword that flickers with a greyish-colored flame about the blade bathing the area around her in eerie shadows. In her other hand a shortsword of bloodstained cold iron bites deeps into her foes. Her hand knows no mercy as with her twin blades she butchers all before her with a fell and ...gleeful demeanor. Upon her breast a blackened silver disc with the emblem depicting the dark goddess CERELIA declares her dark allegiance for all who fall before her bloody hand. Her forearms bear fur and metal bracers adorned with emblems of the war god NITEN matching the same emblem upon the amulet clasping the wolfskin cloak at her shoulders. There is a shimmering in the air about her as though some magics were at work...
But her appearance notwithstanding, what catches the eye and chills the heart is the 10 foot long beast that leaps and pouches at her side in battle... a nightmarish beast that defies identifying.
It seems to be a reptile, of some sort, quadrupedal but the size of a large pony, its vibrant blood-red scales glinting in the day's light. It loops and pounce upon foes mawing them with fangs and long talon-like claws that clatter ominously splitting stones as it bounds from one victim to the next - ripping and killing. It has a long snout, like a wingless dragon, filled with teeth it rips with claws at its hapless victims rending them limb from limb.
Though by far most disturbing is the glint of - not just animal predator cunning in its eyes... but deadly malevolent intelligence, for it does not move or fight like a beast! It moves with a understanding akin to a man as it nods in response to his barbarian mistresses' battle orders and flanks and claws, seizing weapons and hindering foes in a way no 'true' animal could possible understand the knowing of. This fiendishly cleaver creature supports the barbarian warrior woman in battle ...
They are not fighting... they are slaughtering all those that draw their eye.
And now the cluster of guardians protecting the spellcaster have drawn their bloodfuried attention.
Katani moves right into the foes charging ythe cluter of defenders Tallon at her side hissing and rasping. The Barbarian woman yells, "DOGS! Doom has found you... pray for swift death... for mercy has failed you..."
Then a piercing metallic voice furtively chimes ...seductively in the air, [Feed me blood... the golden armored one... you never let me drink my due...]
The woman scoffs loudly, "BAH... talking swords are tiresome in battle! Be silent! I need not your prattling ...save the dying cries of mine foes...!"
The metallic voice sneers, [...b++$&!]
She taunts back, "...trinket!"
Rushing toward her foes Katani utters an incantation swiftly and in practiced manner and a spray of greenish liquid targets the spellcaster behind her circle of guards. Then she moves forward her shield spell still shimmering about her. Tallon charges the foremost of the guards and pounces upon him clawing and biting
Pre-Cast Spells: Shield {currently being shared with Tallon}
Katani starting in A8
SA Cast spell - Acid Splash at E10
Ranged Touch Attack:
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MA to H8 {Acrobatics to move through enemy square for no AoO}
Acrobatics:
- Set up for flank attack
TALLON starting in A10
FULL RD A Charge and Pounce on target E10 {Yes.. this is a diagonal attack but he still threatens squares G9-11 and still fulfills the needs for charge 'straight-line move and attack at nearest square threatening target.}
2x Claws and Bite - getting flank bonus form Katani in H8
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The tall violent barbarian woman trades a glance with her scaly companion and speaks rapidly in a language that is strangely beautiful and chimes in the ears of hope and purity.
"Tallon, I'm moving to get in behind them, pincer maneuver ...go for the spellcaster..."
Then she moves, laughing at some private joke, with a swiftness that belies her size as she rolls under the guard of the defenders in a expertly executed maneuver putting herself in a perfect tactical position to flank her foes her swords at the ready to begin the bloodletting... The fell longsword in her hand scatters its eerie grayish light from the flames dancing up and down the blade. She licks her lips in gleeful anticipation... and the swords metallic voice moans,[Dooooommmm!]
Her scaly monstrous companion pauses and regards her with understanding and nods in response...
Did the creature actually mutter something in response?
Hard to tell with the constant clatter of battle. Then as if a well trained killer the scaly beast bounds at the defenders moving tactically to threaten from the flank the agile Barbarian woman has set up. Then leaping at the last moment he comes down with all his full mass - maw rending and tearing with fangs and claws he lays into the hapless spellcaster victim...
DC9 Th, Tr, Le, N; DC 11 A {Based on distance and Distraction of battle}
In the glint of the sunlight as the scaly beast tears into his victims a glowing rune is emblazoned upon the top of its head - a rune that might have some religious meaning.
DC 20 'exacting information'
DC 20 - An obscure emblem associated with omens of good favor from CERELIA
THE DISCLAIMER: [This is my first post gamewise here at this site..please do not laugh too loudly.. and forgive my spelling errors... I think faster than I type ... and I'm a TERRIBLE Typist.]
* Alos..I have a pic for her sword...but do not know how to link it to script in my post... and help with that?
Your typing/grammar looks better then mine lol xD.
I will post a reaction once Ronin has the time to continue, but you will have definitely caught Ninn's attention.
{Grin!} Thank you...
Like this...[IMG]http://img839.imageshack.us/img839/1298/greynexus.jpg[/IMG]..?
Acrobatics roll fumble save?
As a new threat emerges, allying herself with our heroes, their foes brace themselves for their final hour. Three enemies are all that remain (E3, E4, E10) aside from the now unconscious E2 that Zero mauled. With this new player on the field, how will our heroes fair now? Is this new person friend or foe?
Katani smiles as the rest of the combatants close in for the kill. The Barbarian woman opens her mouth to speak a last taunt of doom upon her foes ...but no words come forth? She glances at <GREYNEXUS> the grim mithril longsword in her hand silent for once and she laughs in silence from shear mirth and amusement... realizing her position within a field of silence, and knowing <GREYNEXUS> must be furious for being forcefully silenced. The glowing sword in her hand flickering with its , almost - angry looking, grayish misty flames - coating those around her in eerie shadows.
A silent kill.
Reaching out with her mind she commands her faithful Eidolon Tallon to move and strike in practiced precision with her...
ONE. LAST. GLUT.... of CRIMSON NECTAR for her hungry blades...
Energized by the appearance of the lethal newcomer who, for the moment anyway, seems to be fighting by his team's side, Thral narrows his eyes and focuses on his connection to Isaura, his bloodline, and his mynd. He is thankful for Tristan's presence directly opposite him. The Dhampir's eerily quick movements and calm help him focus, and keep the enemy distracted, allowing him to press the advantage.
"Enough of this." he states matter-of-factly, the flames on his blades leaving streaks as they whirl through the air, "You die now, and take your insults and warmongering with you, dogs."
His fluid movements sped-up to supernatural speeds by Aria's spell, Thral's blades flash out, striking once, twice, thrice, four times; landing multiple blows on each of the enemies in front of him. He pauses at the completion of the mynd, awaiting the next threat, his magicked blades in attack position. Look-First is somehow still gleaming, the reflections in its blade giving a clear view of the room, and Glad-Of-War is thoroughly encrusted with gore and viscera from Thral's successful hits.
"Aria, this spell is a gift! I thank you!" The half-elf calls out to his new friend. "Now let's finish their spellcaster and be done with this!
Tristan blinks upon the entry of the women and her reptilian ally. What in the hell is that thing? May have to deal with that next. He thinks to himself quickly as he dodges in between two of the remaining enemies slashing about himself his blade seeming to dance around his body as he attacks. Zero runs to flank with his master attacking the enemy that Tallon missed.
Bite attack:
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Grab:
Rake:
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Attack 2 E10 offhand:
Attack 3 E3 main:
Bonus Attack main:
Damage 1 E10 main:
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Damage 3 E3 main:
Damage Bonus Attack main:
:-D
With retribution spawned from vengeance, Thral forces his power against E4 who collapses to the ground - lifeblood flowing from her. With that foe vanquished, Thral turns his eye to E3 and, with the collective might of him and Tristan, E3 finds solace in death as well. The only foe to remain is E10. Amidst the barrage of attacks that connect not only with his magical aura but with him as well, E10 finds himself facing off against overwhelming odds.
E10 - dressed in elaborate robes of blue-and-gold - lets a slight smirk cross his face as the party gathers close around him. It is not the smile of a man who plans to die. It is the smile of a man who plans to live.
Shortly before the final telling blow, of which no one is quite sure who administers it, a wave of pure arcanum rattles the entire area, launching everyone within a 10' radius back five feet. When the dust settles and the blindness wears off, E10 is nowhere in sight. The only enemy left nearby is E2 and even then it is unsure whether or not he is still alive after the mauling given to him by Zero.
You notice just before the blinding wave hits that there is a small amethyst draped around E10's neck that's beginning to glow. Seconds later, a wave of energy is unleashed that throws you all backward. When everything clears, E10 is gone, but you notice a small burnt out stone in his place.
***COMBAT RESOLVED***
As the last of the attackers fall, the sounds of battle begin to die down all around. All across the battlefield, these attackers lay beaten and battered by the same adventurers that were called to fend against them. Around you, some of the other warriors interrogate prisoners, execute others, loot the corpses, and others simply shake their heads and walk away. Searching the bodies of those fallen reveals a collective total of [i]Moving over to investigate where the Councilors had been attacked reveals the bodies of a dead Altheiri archer which still sizzles with arcane power. Finally there is E2 who, upon closer inspection, is barely breathing, but you estimate he has less than a few minutes of life left in him. While you'd like to interrogate him, his wounds are too severe.
Ninn curses as her spell fails to stop the mage from escaping, she would find out how he had beaten her Silence spell! Had she not been paying attention to that feral savage that had joined the battle she would have seen what HE HAD DONE and perhaps countered it! She shook with frustration before sighing, casually wiping the dust off her armor, and she slowly paced her breathing using the teachings of the church to help achieve a more serene state of mind. Finally calming down, she glanced at those around her and could easily see some had been wounded in the battle.
She couldn't allow their pain to continue. Reverently she took hold of her silver holy symbol of Soleil and knelt in the bloodied street near her allies and began praying for the power to heal the wounds around her. AS she prays those near her feel a warm energy pulse through them. It is a pleasent feeling as each pulse passes through them their wounds begin to mend, the aches and pains of the battle fade away. Until there is nothing left.
She staggers to her feet and begins making her way over to the downed man, who is barely holding onto life. She fumbles to reattache her Battle Aspergillumto one handed to her belt and keeps hold of her goddesses symbol.
"As much as they deserved the fate they brought upon themselves, I cannot stand by and let a person suffer in my presense... No matter how foul or loathsome...
'Ye Gods, I am NEVER leaving the bows at home again!'
After deftly spinning away from the blast of arcane power that emanates out from the wizard, Thral feels enervated by a wave of celestial healing energy. He looks at the Aasimar who joined the battle just as it got underway and nods his thanks. He then follows her up to the lone enemy soldier not completely destroyed by the combined might of their group. Thral also makes eye contact with Luc, Aria, Tristan, and Zero, nodding thanks to each in turn for their skill and power.
Still under the effects of Aria's spell, Thral zips up behind the enemy soldier as the Aasimar is healing him. He sets Glad-of-War's tip by the man's throat, and speaks to her. "I am called Thral, who would you be, who arrived at such an opportune time and threw your lot in with us? Whoever you are, I'm glad you came, and thank you for your help." Then, more quietly, he says "I do not believe this man will remain long in our possession. Anything you wish to learn from him, I'd wager you should learn quickly. Also, as I was close to him as it happened, I saw their mage grinning as he disappeared, and there was a strange, glowing amethyst about his neck. Does this mean anything to you?"
Thral then eyes the latecomer, the barbaric-looking woman with so many scars and the terrifying animal companion. "And who would you be? Please, forgive my directness, though I see you are also from the northlands, as am I, and gather from your actions I may call you friend, much bitter experience has taught me not to assume such things. Are you friend or foe?"
The barbarian warrior woman looked on in admiration at the swiftness of the two slayers. The tall half-elf with his curiously curved and ornate blades moving in a literal blur of deadly motion leave a cloud of blood and evisceria in his path and his dark and coll companion with his wickedly sharp Mithril double-blade a whirlwind of death in motion...
They were... awe inspiring, battle hardened killers, the kind that made her woman's body tingle with lascivious delight and fiery appetites!
She was slow in reaction..watching these masters do their blood art-work but when she moved in on the Robed spellcaster she could almost feel the pull of magical power with him as he drew in power to unleash his backlash... she had not had time to reposition to flank with Tallon when the burst of power was unleashed from the coward...
Katani Perception check DC 10
Katani Perception check DC 20
Tallon Perception check DC 10
Tallon Perception check DC 20
The Barbarian woman's instincts tell her this man, is not ready to die... but make good his escape with magical trickery. Her reactions not fast enough to forestall him... she makes not of his elaborate blue & gold robes... and the small amethyst glowing at his neck that signal the fell power he is using for his escape, thinking to herself, {Oh yes... we are not done... another day...!!!}
Tallon instinctively drawn to the pull of magic spots the glowing bauble around the wizard's neck and reacts with unnatural fluidity read for the release of power he knows is coming...
Kitani Reflex Save
Tallon Reflex Save
The wave hit her full on standing next to him as she was and through her to the ground knocking her light metal helm free from her brow and clattering it upon the stones of the plaza. The Barbarian woman was stunned by the unexpected blast of magic...though she seemed unharmed but momentarily blinded.
The man-sized, unnatural wingless dragon-like beast with the scarlet-colored scales ducks and rolls cat-like to avoid the brunt of the magical burst. Seeing his mistress felled he leaps to her side hissing menacingly at any nearby to keep their distance while he protects her valiantly.
Shaken but not harmed merely annoyed at the caster's escape The Barbarian woman slowly regains her feet shaking her head to clear it, her tawny-reddish blonde hair casacading about. knocked out of the area by the force of the blast she turns her gaze venomously upon the grim looking mithril longsword, GREYNEXUS, on the ground laughing in its metallic voice at her mishap,[hahahahaaahaaa! Lost your footing... sweet blood-spatter hussy? Now! Give me my due... feed me blood... the golden armored on---~!]
She cuts off its speech as she picks it up and sheaths it angrily 'Shaaaakt! in her metal scabbard at her right hip muttering, "Be still, you've been feed well enough ...gorged on blood today, that is enough of you... you'll get fat!"
As if in response the metal sheath clatters angrily at her side and she smiles wickedly... enjoying her jest at the sword's expense.
she tenderly caresses the guardian wingless drake at her side calming him, "I'm fine Tallon... the battle is done."
As she turns to survey the carnage of her and others handiwork, the spoils of battle all can see now that she is unhelmed that a glowing sigil is upon her forehead... matching the the same glowing sigil upon the her loyal drake's head as well. She looks over the other nearby warriors sizing them up... like a cat looking at ...strange new prey and smiles. She picks up her bloody shortsword of cold iron and twirling it into a reverse grip wipes it on the back of her knee in practiced habit before sliding it... almost seductively into the right-side waist sheath at the small of her back parallel to her ...slim and shapely waist. She is lovely to behold, lean and muscular, wild like a hunting cat, blood-spattered, breast heaving from the flush of battle, emerald eyes glittering with... naughtiness... and desires best not spoken aloud. She regards the others in silence watching their movements like a predator. Seen up close now and not in motion it is now obvious that she is wearing a blackened Mithril Chain Shirt, stylized in honor of the Dark Goddess CERELIA. It is so finely made that it huge every curve of her woman's form. she smells of burnt wood chips and mountain pine-cones. She glances at her helm lying across the plaza... but holds her ground as if trying to decide if these new warriors can be trusted to turn back upon. she regards them... in a most leering gaze smiling gently... like a cat watching... a favorite plaything.
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The barbarian woman regards the tall half-elf when he addresses her, and smiles mischieviously, coming to a snap decision. She stalks over to him and looks up into his eyes leering, "My. You are a tall one... slayer! Mmmmm... and gore-splattered... how... enticing! Worry not my... 'feral-kitten', I will not bite... ...not yet. I am no enemy. I am Kitani, from the Northern Frozen Steppes, of the Glacier Wolf Horse clans. {She sniffs the air around him and smiles... even more wickedly...) Mmmmm... I like ...direct men!"
She looks down at the dying warrior at their feet, "Do you perhaps know who these fools were? Or were they just eager for a messy death? I also saw the wizard had an amethyst necklace that he must have triggered with sheer will... he made good his escape... for now. But his ornate Blue and Gold Robes might lend a clue as to his sanctum's location... but I am unfamiliar with the 'soft' finery of the Imperial tyrants..."
As Katani speaks to the tall half-elf warrior, her guardian drake stalks up to sit patiently at her side. His scarlet scale vibrantly shimmering in the day light. Its demeanor is one of calm boredom, occasionally his forked tongue snakes out to sniff the air. It yawns.
Her metal sword sheath clatters 'tcktcktcktcktkc'...rapidly as GREYNEXUS vents some frustration.
Thral is, for a moment or two, speechless; a bit overcome by the presence of this astonishing woman. "I...uh...yes, the Glacier Wolf Horse clans are known to me. My tribe is from the Northern Deadlands of Gare, we are children of Isaura, who whistles her songs in the rocks on the cliffs by our villages." Thankfully turning back to business, he continues. "I do not know who our attackers were, and I saw the same Amethyst you did. They appeared to have some political motivation. Master Arkenstol! Templar!" Thral calls over to Luc. "Do you know anything about these would-be killers? Who are they?"
Giving Thrall a tired smile, Ninn politely motions for him to wait a moment. She kneels near the dying man and clasps her goddess symbol, praying quietly. Deeply focused she slowly places her hands on either side of his head, his body moves involuntarily, as before their eyes his muscles and skin knits itself back together. Sighing she turns to look at Thrall and gives another tired, yet mischievous, smile. "I have a knack for being in the right place at the worst possible times, but I do have my uses." She gives a light and musical laugh, being this close causes her otherworldy features to be more prominent, her golden eyes seem to sparkle as she laughs. "My name is Ninn, I am an ex-priest of Soleil an apprentice at the local Wizards Guild. I perform minor services in the poorer districts and... Pardon me a moment. Her eyes change from being filled with mirth one moment to being hard edged and cold, she turns back to the man as he begins to moan. As the pain of his wounds seep into his barely conscious state, she places her hand over his mouth and kneels over him.
Between being badly injured, a blade on his poor throat and the calls of the Imperials nearby as they do their 'duty', she barely represses a smirk as its obvious where the man's attentions lie as she stares him directly in the eyes. She gives him a deadpan stare, her golden eyes are close enough that he has no choice but to look at her and she holds him firmly so he can't look away there is no escape except to face her as she speaks in a voice that betrayed none of her previous mirth and was utterly devoid of emotion. "Soleil has given you two choices: Redemption or the imperial cells. You will either tell us what you know, especially about that wizard you had, and live an 'Honest' profession from now on. Or I leave you here. You have very little time, Choose Now."
Luc was a knight before any man, and the carnage before him was a sight to behold. For years he was martially trained in the ways of a blade, especially a blade that was his father's first and then 'claimed' in due time. They had feared well in taking their time to allow him the skill needed so as to not become some mercenary with a blade. Yes sir - he was no mercenary even now, for he had a mission, and that mission was to --
Yes, he thought. This is his will. These adventurers are sent to me, and in time all will be as you have wished, great one. I will give you your prayers soon, for all i-
Then there was a flash of light like no other, and it seemed to him that his eyes burned and his ears rang. The man instantly went to hold his ears like any man would, and winced - for it was momentary, and relief came as fast as the agony had appeared. This caused much disturbance in Luc, for he noted the details of the man, and would remember him for his trespasses.
None may escape the wrath of my god. None. Your days are numbered.
When the dust has settled, he recalls a great beast unlike Zero had appeared, and a woman beside it. Her appearance bothered him, for it was foreign and showed few signs of civilized upbringing, as he watched her movements and Thral's generosity impact, like shields on a battlefield. When Thral turns to him, he nods in turn, and sets himself to approach this barbaric lady. His movements blur lightly in touch, the clanking of his armor echoing just lightly as golden-ribbed plates move up and down with his body. On his path, he pats Tristan on the shoulder, and does not sheathe his blade. It still glows with remnants of his spell, red lightning arcing up and down the blade's surface. He recalls her saying her name before he arrives: Kitani. He stands a good fifteen feet away, and hoists [i]Tabris up, pointing the edge at her. The blood still dripped from its edges.[/i]
"Your name is Kitani, is it? For what qualm do you intrude upon our battle? As much as I and my compatriots enjoy having everyone hop in for their little two copper's worth, I need to know your goals for the greater good of our safety, so that if the others wish your company it is not ill-received. Understand this to be protocol, and nothing more."
He will wait for a reply, and choose to not search the bodies for anything of worth. He does inspect her creature - very different from Zero, the tiger, but still similar in that they are ferocious. He regards them with forced respect, but nothing permanent.
"Regardless - I am Knight-Templar Luc Arkenstol, and your prowess is on par with friend Thral's, if not the deadly Tristan and his wife. I would hate to see such talent go to waste, and so I will ask you now: do you wish to accompany us, or will you leave now, and go back from whence you came? This choice, is yours."
"To my friends who have aided me this day, I am a divine conduit for my god as much as that woman kneeling is, and I have an authority so long as I breathe. I wish to not force myself on you, my newfound friends, but as most groups have someone in charge of the hard decisions, I would like to take that role. Allow me to take your burdens, and in turn you will take mine - in this we will grow strong! I promise you that! And we will undo any hardships that lie before us!"
And, Thral turns to ask him something of the amethyst that he'd seen himself, though he shakes his head in affirmation.
"No, Thral - I know very little beyond what the authority in there has told us. He is a rebel of their group, and most likely deserves death for his injustices." It's here he walks over to Ninn, and Thral, and holds his blade aloft. He turns it upside down, and grips it with two hands - setting his shield on his back first.
"Stand back. His life is forfeit - he is a ne'er-do-well and will always remain so. If he wishes to pass any information along, he can - it might spare him a little longer."
Katani briefly turns her gaze upon the knelling gazelle-thin Aasimar woman her eyes widening with wonder. she had heard of such beings but had never seen one let alone been so close to one. Were they 'all' so lovely she wondered? The Barbarian woman chuckles at her comment about having a bow ready.
Forcefully she pulls her attention from the lovely creature, her heart stirring with desires she had hoped to put behind her, from when she was enslaved in the pleasure pits of SHALIMAR...
She turns her attention back to Thral, and sees his speechlessness, and smiles ...hungrily like a predator sensing weakness in a meal soon to be enjoyed. Her voice is sultry full of innuendo, "Thrall....? Are you indeed... {she leans her face in close to his - close enough to feel the warmth is his body}...to what I wonder... hmmmm? I have heard of your people, my people are the battle-sworn of bloody NITEN, whose gore-caked throne we send the souls of our enemies to. But there is more to us than just blood-letting, our blood runs hot as the nights are very cold in our lands. {She leans in even closer to almost whisper...} And not all screams in the night are in pain... my 'feral-kitten'!"
Her mannerism is seductive and hints at fiery passions stirring in the blood. Her...lack of observance of personal space is evident she and her people are an irreverent, violent and aggressive people who take what they desire...!
At the words of the approaching Templar her manner swiftly changes. Her eyes once fired with lust now turn cold and serious, her brow knits in a frown of frustration...
Katani incants a cantrip and gestures to her distant light metal helm which suddenly rights itself and lifts into the air to flying to her out stretched hand. Katani resets her helm upon her brow concealing the glowing sigil upon her forehead again.
Spellcraft DC15
The barbarian woman casts an arcane spell in her light armor effortlessly - no arcane chance of failure. She Cast Mage Hand.
Turning to face the Templar speaks,Is that an imperial lapdog I hear yapping at my heels? I believe it is. Why do I intrude... these DOGS attacked me? I was looking to see what would call such grand collection of sell-swords to the plaza as I was passing through and saw the reward of gold offered. I was reading one of the papers strewn about when men with drawn steel charged in. Forgive me, for 'giving reply to those threatening with steel'... they paid for the error of their ways... with blood! You call these fools rebels? Bah... more fool than rebel to me...! Though I understand their goals... the Imperial Tyrants have always tried to enforce their iron rule upon others. Yearly patrols of Imperial troops harry my peoples on the boarders of their Empire. We raid villages and towns along their boarders for spoil and slaves so it is nothing but the spoils of fortune. My people have resisted Imperial dominance for years and will not soon change our ways! But these fools were hunting for their death, for only a fool attacks where the enemy is strong... and with every sell-sword in the land lurking about at the doorstep eager for quick gold... these 'rebels' were ASKING to have their bones adorn the feet NITEN's gore-filled throne...{to punctuate her point she kicks the rebel warrior at her feet in disdain}!!!
My people have no love or wish for the yoke of the Tyrants of Ren... but would not be fool enough to march an army to their doorstep either! We only wish to left to rule our lives the way we have always ruled them with steel, and blood and a swift 'mount'...{She casts a most unladylike leer at Thral when uttering the word 'mount'...}!
But as for me... the Horse clans ways were tiresome... and the role set for me by my people was not one of my liking... so I set out on my own to see the warm lands of the south and its wonders - to marvel at the crystal spires, whitewashed citadels, golden thrones and riches... to see them and sample them for myself! I am a mercenary... as much as anything else. If the Tyrants of Ren will offer gold to hunt these fools... well, Tyrant Gold spends just as well as any other! My sword is for hire, especially if finding these walking dead-men will keep Ren soldiers out of the North Frozen Steppes looking for Rebels that are not there!"
Tallon does not seem to be irritated at the exchange of words and shifts his gaze from one speaker to the next as if following the conversation. His forked tongue flickers at Thral getting his scent...
Luc listens very, very intently to her words. For one so uncivilized, it befits her to speak in her manner, disregards for respect that one has earned through hard work and labor, rather than simply taking what you want at the expense of others - though, he never said he didn't do such things...
In any case, Luc grows weary of hearing her talk down on the society they all lived in, and how it was some form of forced government. Last he noted, there was no force - it may have been warlike at some time ago, but now it seemed rather influential, and an icon in the world. he had to defend what was order in front of himself, and in front of his allies, lest he lose face.
"The only lapdog you'll ever hear is that creature behind you, cur. You need to mind your words and manners in this city, especially when one is protecting those he might call friend. You could be hanged for heresy, simply on the words you've said about Ren - and I could easily convince the guards to do so, if only because of my station. That is the power I hold - and yet, you insult me, my city, and my people to my face. You even said you claim slaves, and pillage innocent people's homes for no reason but your wants and whims. That makes tyranny look ideal, but you would know nothing of that, would you?
"When you are finished spouting off on how we are tyrants and spreading lies, girl, I will be glad to escort you to the cells, where you will be tried for heresy against the Chancellor of Justice, and the people of Ren. Unless, of course, you seek redemption for your wrongdoing? "
Katani glowers at the gold-plated strumpet.
"And now we see the full measure of your tyranny... I have broken no laws of this city, I did not bring violence to its citizens, and only defended myself when I was attacked! I spoke truth from my heart... nothing less, nothing more! In the Horse Clans WOMEN are NOT allowed to RAID!!! The clan has better use for them - warming sleeping furs for the wounded and lustful returning warrior men! We are trained to fight... but only to defend the tribe when other tribes make war upon the holdfast. I left my people years ago... for that role did not... suit me. I bow to no man... and call none my king! I came to the south to seek my fortune on my own skill and courage... and not be constrained or 'saddled' to the will of some borrish lout of a youth - who I likely fight better than anyways!"
She sets her stance in preparation to defend herself ...but makes no move to draw weapon...
The scarlet colored drake makes no move...only to regard the gold-plated warrior...patiently.
"If my words offend thee ... then that is YOUR problem and not mine! I am not a 'courtly' devious liar like many I have come to meet... I speak my mind! Has that suddenly become illegal in Ren? Or am I just a 'special case'? I have known men of power who slap the word 'crime' upon a lass only to drag her away to chain her to his bedpost to sate his perverted lusts... how do you do things... noble Templar?"
The impudence of this woman is baffling to him. The templar stands his ground over the body, and still holds aloft his blade. It's with no fear that he does so, energy still pulsing from it.
"This 'borrish lout' has more wisdom in his finger than you possess within that head of yours. You speak too much, and all you do is spout nonsense. There are laws in this city, and there are laws for speaking out against this city. What if you are one of those rebels we just slaughtered? Maybe you killed a partner to live further, and otherwise fill us with deceit? It is not a matter if I find your words offensive - it's another matter if the Chancellor himself does, and every family man in this city.
"If you cease your childish ranting, I may yet spare you the agony of the guards carrying you away unconscious or dead. These are the options you have left me with."
The Barbarian Woman smirks in jest raising an eyebrow...
"You would compare yourself to the 'borrish louts' of my Clan? More the shame for you... they are not as clean smelling as you are...!"
Glancing over her shoulder she asks, "So Thral are you 'thrall' to this gold-plated 'hardhead'? I thought this was a gathering of free sell-swords...?
Tristan suddenly let's lose a laugh revealing his fangs to everyone who hadn't as of yet heard about his heritage. "Oh don't mind me I just find humans so entertaining sometimes. I mean look at this these people sacrificed their lives for what freedom? What is that really they just don't realize that their are those who lead and those that follow. Their are cattle and then there are those with the intellect and the ability to prey of them. Clearly these men were the cattle the real question is which are all of you. I personally know what I am as you say I am bound to no 'man'. This last word is said with a level of contempt so far unseen in the pale warrior.
Before you try to kill him give me a moment and see what I can get from him. He says in a voice that sends ice down the spine of normal men his crimson eyes glowing from within promising pain.
Bluff:
Intimidate:
The Barbarian woman's head snaps in the Dhampir's direction, her glittering emerald green eyes going wide in surprize... not fear but truly wonderment!
She smiles, "...So. I take it ...you, DO bite? How... intriguing ...Dark Slayer! And you speak your mind... I can respect that. You do make good point ...freedom ...what does it mean? I am 'free' from the traditions of my people, and 'free' to go ...mostly where I will. I choose to be a predator... to take life by the throat and make if give me what I desire... And yet, I am still constrained by mortal limits."
She eyes the tall dangerous dark slayer admiring his build and deadly demeanor... her eyes flashing with sinful thoughts.
"By what name are you called ...my Dark Slayer? I see your Great Hunting Cat is most formidable... and beautiful too... how alike are you two... hmmmm? {smiling seductively...} What is your favored prey? I am a Fiendslayer... those evil - demonic or diabolic imps that oft-times make their way to our realm to wreak havoc... they are my... {and she glances very lasciviously up at Thral next to her...}'professional-favored' prey..."
Tristan doesn't even blink as he notices the women looking him up and down. Me and my wife Aria are what some would call hunters of the dead. He says simply as he walks to his wife and for the first time something other than anger or disinterest is shown on his face as he stares at his wife their is passion and a look of peace.
Katani's expression turns to sheer amusement, "WIFE! Well now... I guess you... Bite often...!"
The Barbarian woman looks on as Tristan goes to his beloved's side. She sees the gentleness in his touch, and the adoration in his gaze. Katani's demeanor - shifts. Her expression softening. Her smile... less sinful. The delight on her face is, for once, pure and not lustful...
Katani meet Aria's eyes, "Aria? You should keep tight hold of that one... your dark slayer. He is quite the catch... fortune has favored you!"
Her smile is genuine and without challenge, threat or double meaning.
Tristan pulls out a small wand from his bag and has his wife use it on him healing him of his wounds.
Heal
There is a small red crackle from the tip of the wand as it heals Tristan's wounds. "That's much better. If you plan on using your healing ability warn me please. It effects me differently than it does you."
Listening to the back-and-forth between Katani and Luc, Thral winces and shakes his head. They're as bad as Bella and Rhoval, in the old gang. he thinks to himself, remembering friends he had to leave behind in Tomo. Nonetheless, Thral is thankful the shapely barbarian's attentions are away from him for the moment. He has, after all, been in the woods for a long time. Noting her gesture of respect, turning her back to him -- a northern tradition not all would recognize -- Thral hopes she and Luc will be able to put aside their differences so they can both work in this group. She is a remarkable person, he thinks, and her power is obvious. She, too, could be a tremendous asset to this team. Warily, he eyes Katani's...familiar? Warbeast? Pet?, noting its flicking, forked tongue. His vision passing over the rest of the party he mutters to himself "...though I reckon Ninn should probably handle negotiations with innkeepers and the like. Any of the rest of us would inspire an immediate call for the constabulary."
When Ninn waves him away from the prisoner so she can work, Thral steps back, sheathes Look-First and, after tearing a piece of cloth off one of his dead enemy's shirts, wipes down Glad-Of-War and sheathes it, as well. The Aasimar seems to know what she's doing, and this one won't be much of a threat.
Hearing his name at the end of Luc and Katani's "discussion," Thral shoots his fellow northerner a smile and a bemused look at the pun on his name. "No, Katani, I call no one 'master.' Strictly speaking, I'm just a woodsman; owing no land allegiance, no kingdom fealty. I'm free to strike down what enemies I declare mine." He pauses. "Though I confess that currently the only enemy I'm interested in slaying is a mug of ale. I've been in this hall too long. What say the rest of you?"
"I could do with a glass of D'arleeng red wine my self, but first I have something I need to do in town."
Katani turns her gaze to Thral her expression lights up with excitement her seductive smile slowly returning, "Aye, Thral!!! By NITEN's bloody loins, My fey-touched 'feral-kitten' speaks with more wisdom than the both of us combined... 'hardhead'!!! A drink is what I need ... this butchery of the day ...does build a powerful ... thirst ...and appetite that needs ...sating! Or I am not Katani 'Stormrider'!!!"
She leers at the tall half-elf warrior her gaze holding ...many double meanings in her words.
She turns to her reptilian companion, gently caressing his long scaly snout in her hands - to which he ...purrs/chirps loudly in delight, "...Rest now TALLON... my faithful heart. Return to the bosom of the Dark Goddess from which I called thee... I'll have need of your strength later!"
And with that the creature hiss's seductively and the rune upon his forehead glows brightly as he fades from view... the last glimmerings of light being only the rune that lingers for a few seconds ... and vanishes...
Thral Perception check DC 15
Then she turns, a sinful mischievous look in her emerald eyes. She slides up next to Thral hooking her arm in his, "So... my handsome Thral... will my 'feral-kitten' show me the taverns of this city... for I am only newly arrived and would know its...delights...?
She is ...intoxicating... a woman of fierce beauty and even fiercer passions. Her smiles cast about at the adventurers, even 'hardhead', but mostly for the tall half-elven warrior she clings to her soft shapely form...