Hurosk allows the servant to go about their business and makes his way back through the crowd. He looks across the ballroom floor to Mathilda, engrossed in conversation with the vampire, and chuckles to himself at the servant's explanation as he quickly recalls to his first visit to this establishment only a few nights ago. He finds his other friends in the room and they seem to be doing well for themselves.
Feeling a bit bored, the ranger looks around for the source of an interesting bit of conversation he overheard earlier. He casually makes his way over and takes up a position along the wall near the couple who were earlier discussing an incident of a missing fisherman and their child. He taps his foot to the music as he listens in for anything else that may be of note.
In one of the secondary rooms of the Golden Sphynx, Moltaris is alone with her thoughts in the darkness, the sounds of the music and people laughing came muffled from her right, where the main ball room is. Then she hear a loud thud and two people talking on the hallway to her left. They are trying to keep it quiet but they haven't noticed she is there.
"Careful now.. don't spill it. We will need all of it."
"I told you to wait. I am used to carry prayer books, not barrels "
"Hush... we must hurry, the others must be in position by now.."
Molly steps out into the hallway, golden kalashtar eyes glittering in the soft light in the passage. She stares at the figures with interest, waiting to see their response to her appearance.
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"Are you a noble with enough riches and lands to impress him and... do you want to marry me?" she asks smiling and making fun of it to Kyne.
"I am... " she pauses to think. Lyreis thinks that she hesitates because she doesn't really trust him but she finally says " Sharn... a little village east of it to be precise..." and you? where are such a warrior from?"
Hurosk approaches the same chatting nobles and he overhears their conversation again. They seem to have change subject.
"... That's weird yes. He only comes for Bright Souls's celebration and we are months away from it... "
"Well, I guess that a young lady like that could make some men to alter their customs... "
They both laugh.
The two figures freeze at Moltaris sight and they left a barrel they were carrying in the floor. They are a man and a woman,
" Oh.. Excuse us Mylady..." says the man " We thought everyone was at the party. We are just carrying more wine to the kitchen."
The woman seems very nervous about her seeing them and the voice of the man is not really convicing at all.
Seb'riel sits on Moltaris' floor cross legged and absorbed in her reading. The others had all left and nobody suggested she leave and so it had not occurred to her to do so. She turns the pages of the notes, parts mildly interesting but Morlainne had gotten nowhere far and there was barely anything worthwhile other than a hint of the potential of the staff being beyond the obvious. Passing the pages of the staff though, Morlainne's plans were layed out, details of her operations and future intentions. Much of this matched the questions she had been asked to look into and Seb'riel yawned as she turned the pages, flicking through with little interest but wanting to be thorough. Turning the final pages though her attention becomes piqued and her brow furrows with concern. She jumps up and grabs the staff, heading for the door.
Mathilda blushes and answers: "They did amazingly taking out that lady from the lake, I'm afraid I only helped a little, but I'm glad we all made it out in the end." Looking around, she notices both Kyne and Lyreis are still deep in conversation with their ladies. "Those two seem to be enjoying the ball, do you know the ladies? They look so beautiful, even with their masks on."
"I am an elf of the Valenar, which means my home is now Valenar, although obviously this was not always the case, but as it is now our land we must all claim to be from there." Lyreis smiles "I would not have thought of you as a girl from a village, it is not how you carry yourself."
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The two figures freeze at Moltaris sight and they left a barrel they were carrying in the floor. They are a man and a woman,
" Oh.. Excuse us Mylady..." says the man " We thought everyone was at the party. We are just carrying more wine to the kitchen."
The woman seems very nervous about her seeing them and the voice of the man is not really convincing at all.
Moltaris prowls closer, still not speaking. Her gaze is cold and still behind her jackal mask.
After several uncomfortable seconds, she finally says, "You are not excused. You disturbed my meditation, you are terribly far from the kitchens, and I highly doubt that is a cask of wine." She ticks off their failures on her fingers as she recounts them. "Now speak true and speak quick, before I summon the master of the house."
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Lyreis:
"From Valenar... "she replies to Lyreis ".. You are far from home brave warrior. I am sure that in your travels you have learned that not all the things are as they appear..."
Kyne:
Supai laughs "Are you serious? You own a title? I must say that kind of surprise me... but then perhaps my father likes you, and then I am not sure if I would like you" she teases him back.
Mathilda:
The vampire looks towards Mathilda's friends and smiles. "I think that the one with the snake head is a regular. The other one though... I don't know her."
Moltaris.
The woman clearly open her eyes in panic and moves her hand and the man grabs something under his robe and pronounce one word...
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Molly:
Initiative: 21
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The cleric is faster than him and uttering a word in celestial makes him freeze in the middle of grabbing whatever he was trying to catch under his robes, something that hangs around his neck it seems. The woman takes a step backwards and gasps. Silver flames surround Molly but her own magical defenses protect her from them. She takes a step forward and the woman muters " How... " clearly not believing her own eyes.
Seb'riel takes the stairs down towards the party swiftly, entering hall and scanning the masked characters for any signs of her brother or other new companions.
"I inherited a title, by bloodright," Kyne responds in mock offence, "but sadly I am no longer welcome in my homeland. I have been banished, and so I wander."
The elf takes a sip of his drink and gazes out the window at the lake.
"Somehow I doubt that that is what your father has in mind for you."
The girl chuckles at Kyne's comment but her reply is cut by a hard and cold voice.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE YOU FOUL CREATURE OF THE NIGHT!! "
Inmediatly all the eyes turn towards the one who yells in that way. Some feet away from Lord Thrinderand stands tall a bald human, clad in a full plate silver armor. He seems to be on his early fifities and points at the lord of the Golden Sphynx with a defiant right hand. On his left hand there is a morning star.
Hurosk sees how the "security" servants approaches him while the illusion of their clothes dissapear and is remplaced by the sight of plates, shields and maces.
People exclaim and gasp not knowing what to do or if this is part of the night entertainments for a couple of claps can be heard.
"You will no longer prey on the citizens of this city." contines the bald one " Tonight you are going to find your final end and I, Parteward, High Priest of the Silver Flame will make sure of that."
With that words, another disguised servant drops a torch to the ground while speaking a word of power and all of a sudden a a wall of silver flames surrounds the clerics, the vampire who remains calm and Mathilda.
At the sight of the flames the bards start to run towards the nearest exit and some of the servants, revealing themselves as clerics of the Silver Flame start to yell to everyone
"OUT! GET OUT!"
While chaos spreads at the ball room Lord Thrinderand puts himself between Mathilda and the clerics, and trying to remain calm he simply says.
"This is no sense my good friend. Surely we can talk about it in a more private enviorement."
Despiste his words Mathilda sees that his right hand is extended a little bit behind him, as if he was waiting for something to reach it, or to appear on it.
The cleric laughs.
"You think I am as weak minded as that poor girl you have there vampire? Morgainne warned us about all of your foul tricks. They will not work with us... You have no escape"
Lyreis sees the ambush unfold and funds himself nearer than many of the group to Mathilda and Thinderand, he looks back at the woman he was getting to know as the fear of the moment takes her "Get yourself to safety, I must aid my friend and her friend too." The battlemaster doesn't look back but draws his dagger and races towards the line of silver fire cutting him off from Mathilda. Unwilling to immediately risk passing through it he decides on a different way, the powers unlocked in him are almost begging him to use them, and hand extended Lyreis brings forth the lightning throwing it out like a whip around the torso of the closest of the Silver Flame servants inside the fire.
Catching him off guard the lure takes hold and with a sharp pull the elf drags his target towards himself, through the silver flame, which seems to hurt even more than the lightning which surges across his chest.
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The sudden commotion immediately draws Kyne's attention, and his eyes flick rapidly across scene transpiring before them. Carefully, he takes the measure of each of the players. Then, Parteward mentions the 'Silver Flame', and the elf groans in irritation.
"Please excuse me for a moment, Supai," he tells her, with an almost apologetic squeeze of hand as he sets his wine down. It's said in the same tone one might use just before stepping out to clean up a small mess.
"I'll be right back."
Flashing a grin over his shoulder at his paramour, Kyne draws Daedagnir, mentally thanking the gods that he'd made sure to wear his sword belt. He can feel the static in the air as he concentrates his sorcerous power through the ruby red-shard embedded in the hilt, preparing to weave a spell from the strands. Instinctively, he reaches for fire, the ideal spot for an explosion naturally catching his eye. However, one guest is just a little too close to pull it off. Kyne recognises the dancer. A young man who'd been flirting with a girl the other night, before he and his friend left to purchase the Red Dream. A dilettante perhaps, but not a killer.
Suddenly, a thunderous crack rings out across the hall, followed by the smell of ozone as Lyreis draws one of the priests through the wall of silver flame. The electricity crackles, and a new plan begins to form in Kyne's mind as he thinks back on the spell he'd seen Seb'riel work the night before. He could feel the magic on the tips of his fingers. The electricity of the weave.
Air.
He'd asked Seb to teach him to fly. Somehow it was all about the air.
Kyne's legs begin to carry him forwards before his brain has thought the plan to its end. He moves faster, and faster. First jogging, then breaking into a run towards where Lyreis stands. Bringing one hand up in front of him in a curving arc, the sorcerer gathers the crackling energy of raw elemental air between his grasping fingers, before pivoting in a full circle on the ball of his foot and thrusting both hands out in front of him. A torrent of arcane power streams out in front of him in a dense bolt of electricity. It crosses the full length of the hall in a flash, rebounding off of the far wall and back onto the two priests Kyne has caught in its path.
Both fall smoking to the ground before they can even react to being hit.
Hurosk is about to call it at night having his fill of dancing, drinks and dining. Taking a few steps towards the residences the commotion occurs behind him. He turns back around to find the questionable security guards having changed their appearance. He sighs at the lost chance of a quiet evening after their recent adventures having recognized the emblems of the new guests.
"Stuffy sons of *****es. Don't know how to give ones that are different a chance!" He dashes the table and retrieves two of the knives. "Can't have y'all ruining a good party,"he says approaching the nearest one. His quickness catches the guard by surprise and buries his first strike below their armor. He quickly strikes again finding his mark.
The cleric looks at Hurosk's face, first surprised and then terrified when he realizes that what is coming out with the first knive are his guts. The second stab is more a mercy cut not to make him suffer than a real attack.
"NO!" scream the bald cleric looking at Kyne, enraged. "I will not be stolen of my chance. I will destroy him and you will not interfere!! BE GONE!!! " with a gesture and a brigth silver flash of his raised holy symbol the rest sees as Kyne is engulfed by the silver light and then... is gone. No trace of him whatsoever. The girl Kyne was talking all night, who was looking amazed screams now that he is gone.
He then turns to Lord Thinderand. "Your piteous puppets will not stop me. You will meet true death tonight... monster..." He walks over the two fallen clerics and remains there.
The clerics run towards both Hurosk and Lyreis. Both young clerics smash them with their clubs, hoping to stop them of their agressive demeneaor.
One of them even says to the half-orc.
"Drop your weapon citizen, you are under the spell of a monster, we only want to help"
Despite that cleric words, the one that was pulled out of the fire by Lyreis invokes his divine powers and from his holy symbol a beam of pure silver light hist the elf. He feels his flesh burning as the divine fire roars around him. Small flames keep surrounding him, giving a silvery glimmer to his burned skin.
Seb'riel is approaching the ball room when she sees many people running out in panic and hears the screams and the magic unleashed
As she runs down the stairs, Seb'riel had intended to warn her companions and subtly seek out the order, however as she gets closer she is suddenly passed by screaming party goers, running from the ballroom and the sounds of battle from inside. Too late, maybe this is why people like to be at the party. She bursts through the doors to the ballroom ready to join the action, she looks on in horror as she is just in time to see her brother shrouded by magical light and swept away. A vengeful coldness surrounds her, sweeping down across the staff rather than from it and she raises it forward as she had seen Morlainne do, focusing her arcane energy through it. The frost engulfs the cleric who had banished her brother as she had seen it do to Lord Thinderand the night before. Rising up from his legs it halts his movement in an icy grip as he slowly solidifies into an ice sculpture. As Kyne reappears she gives him a grin. "I usually find staying on the same plane of existence helps with winning a fight. Maybe you could try it this time?"
Hurosk allows the servant to go about their business and makes his way back through the crowd. He looks across the ballroom floor to Mathilda, engrossed in conversation with the vampire, and chuckles to himself at the servant's explanation as he quickly recalls to his first visit to this establishment only a few nights ago. He finds his other friends in the room and they seem to be doing well for themselves.
Feeling a bit bored, the ranger looks around for the source of an interesting bit of conversation he overheard earlier. He casually makes his way over and takes up a position along the wall near the couple who were earlier discussing an incident of a missing fisherman and their child. He taps his foot to the music as he listens in for anything else that may be of note.
Molly steps out into the hallway, golden kalashtar eyes glittering in the soft light in the passage. She stares at the figures with interest, waiting to see their response to her appearance.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Are you a noble with enough riches and lands to impress him and... do you want to marry me?" she asks smiling and making fun of it to Kyne.
"I am... " she pauses to think. Lyreis thinks that she hesitates because she doesn't really trust him but she finally says " Sharn... a little village east of it to be precise..." and you? where are such a warrior from?"
Hurosk approaches the same chatting nobles and he overhears their conversation again. They seem to have change subject.
"... That's weird yes. He only comes for Bright Souls's celebration and we are months away from it... "
"Well, I guess that a young lady like that could make some men to alter their customs... "
They both laugh.
The two figures freeze at Moltaris sight and they left a barrel they were carrying in the floor. They are a man and a woman,
" Oh.. Excuse us Mylady..." says the man " We thought everyone was at the party. We are just carrying more wine to the kitchen."
The woman seems very nervous about her seeing them and the voice of the man is not really convicing at all.
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Seb'riel sits on Moltaris' floor cross legged and absorbed in her reading. The others had all left and nobody suggested she leave and so it had not occurred to her to do so. She turns the pages of the notes, parts mildly interesting but Morlainne had gotten nowhere far and there was barely anything worthwhile other than a hint of the potential of the staff being beyond the obvious. Passing the pages of the staff though, Morlainne's plans were layed out, details of her operations and future intentions. Much of this matched the questions she had been asked to look into and Seb'riel yawned as she turned the pages, flicking through with little interest but wanting to be thorough. Turning the final pages though her attention becomes piqued and her brow furrows with concern. She jumps up and grabs the staff, heading for the door.
Mathilda blushes and answers: "They did amazingly taking out that lady from the lake, I'm afraid I only helped a little, but I'm glad we all made it out in the end." Looking around, she notices both Kyne and Lyreis are still deep in conversation with their ladies. "Those two seem to be enjoying the ball, do you know the ladies? They look so beautiful, even with their masks on."
"I am an elf of the Valenar, which means my home is now Valenar, although obviously this was not always the case, but as it is now our land we must all claim to be from there." Lyreis smiles "I would not have thought of you as a girl from a village, it is not how you carry yourself."
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Kyne laughs wryly.
"I might have been once..." he muses. "Alas, the riches and lands were not to be. All I am left with is my title."
He shrugs, nonchalantly.
"I've lived without even that before though," he admits.
"Perhaps I am destined to forever live a life of the road, but I wouldn't consider you the limiting factor in the arrangement." Kyne teases in return.
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Moltaris prowls closer, still not speaking. Her gaze is cold and still behind her jackal mask.
After several uncomfortable seconds, she finally says, "You are not excused. You disturbed my meditation, you are terribly far from the kitchens, and I highly doubt that is a cask of wine." She ticks off their failures on her fingers as she recounts them. "Now speak true and speak quick, before I summon the master of the house."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Lyreis:
"From Valenar... " she replies to Lyreis ".. You are far from home brave warrior. I am sure that in your travels you have learned that not all the things are as they appear..."
Kyne:
Supai laughs "Are you serious? You own a title? I must say that kind of surprise me... but then perhaps my father likes you, and then I am not sure if I would like you" she teases him back.
Mathilda:
The vampire looks towards Mathilda's friends and smiles. "I think that the one with the snake head is a regular. The other one though... I don't know her."
Moltaris.
The woman clearly open her eyes in panic and moves her hand and the man grabs something under his robe and pronounce one word...
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7 for them.
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Molly:
Initiative: 21
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Moltaris:
The cleric is faster than him and uttering a word in celestial makes him freeze in the middle of grabbing whatever he was trying to catch under his robes, something that hangs around his neck it seems. The woman takes a step backwards and gasps. Silver flames surround Molly but her own magical defenses protect her from them. She takes a step forward and the woman muters " How... " clearly not believing her own eyes.
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"Yes I have, are you going to enlighten me further?" Lyreis keeps close to Ryn but scans the room for his friends and signs of anything suspicious.
Perception 23
Ooc Lyreis obviously didn't bring his scimitars to a ball but would have brought a dagger unless forced to give it up. You know, just in case.... ;)
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Seb'riel takes the stairs down towards the party swiftly, entering hall and scanning the masked characters for any signs of her brother or other new companions.
"I inherited a title, by bloodright," Kyne responds in mock offence, "but sadly I am no longer welcome in my homeland. I have been banished, and so I wander."
The elf takes a sip of his drink and gazes out the window at the lake.
"Somehow I doubt that that is what your father has in mind for you."
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The girl chuckles at Kyne's comment but her reply is cut by a hard and cold voice.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE YOU FOUL CREATURE OF THE NIGHT!! "
Inmediatly all the eyes turn towards the one who yells in that way. Some feet away from Lord Thrinderand stands tall a bald human, clad in a full plate silver armor. He seems to be on his early fifities and points at the lord of the Golden Sphynx with a defiant right hand. On his left hand there is a morning star.
Hurosk sees how the "security" servants approaches him while the illusion of their clothes dissapear and is remplaced by the sight of plates, shields and maces.
People exclaim and gasp not knowing what to do or if this is part of the night entertainments for a couple of claps can be heard.
"You will no longer prey on the citizens of this city." contines the bald one " Tonight you are going to find your final end and I, Parteward, High Priest of the Silver Flame will make sure of that."
With that words, another disguised servant drops a torch to the ground while speaking a word of power and all of a sudden a a wall of silver flames surrounds the clerics, the vampire who remains calm and Mathilda.
At the sight of the flames the bards start to run towards the nearest exit and some of the servants, revealing themselves as clerics of the Silver Flame start to yell to everyone
"OUT! GET OUT!"
While chaos spreads at the ball room Lord Thrinderand puts himself between Mathilda and the clerics, and trying to remain calm he simply says.
"This is no sense my good friend. Surely we can talk about it in a more private enviorement."
Despiste his words Mathilda sees that his right hand is extended a little bit behind him, as if he was waiting for something to reach it, or to appear on it.
The cleric laughs.
"You think I am as weak minded as that poor girl you have there vampire? Morgainne warned us about all of your foul tricks. They will not work with us... You have no escape"
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Lyreis sees the ambush unfold and funds himself nearer than many of the group to Mathilda and Thinderand, he looks back at the woman he was getting to know as the fear of the moment takes her "Get yourself to safety, I must aid my friend and her friend too." The battlemaster doesn't look back but draws his dagger and races towards the line of silver fire cutting him off from Mathilda. Unwilling to immediately risk passing through it he decides on a different way, the powers unlocked in him are almost begging him to use them, and hand extended Lyreis brings forth the lightning throwing it out like a whip around the torso of the closest of the Silver Flame servants inside the fire.
Catching him off guard the lure takes hold and with a sharp pull the elf drags his target towards himself, through the silver flame, which seems to hurt even more than the lightning which surges across his chest.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The sudden commotion immediately draws Kyne's attention, and his eyes flick rapidly across scene transpiring before them. Carefully, he takes the measure of each of the players. Then, Parteward mentions the 'Silver Flame', and the elf groans in irritation.
"Please excuse me for a moment, Supai," he tells her, with an almost apologetic squeeze of hand as he sets his wine down. It's said in the same tone one might use just before stepping out to clean up a small mess.
"I'll be right back."
Flashing a grin over his shoulder at his paramour, Kyne draws Daedagnir, mentally thanking the gods that he'd made sure to wear his sword belt. He can feel the static in the air as he concentrates his sorcerous power through the ruby red-shard embedded in the hilt, preparing to weave a spell from the strands. Instinctively, he reaches for fire, the ideal spot for an explosion naturally catching his eye. However, one guest is just a little too close to pull it off. Kyne recognises the dancer. A young man who'd been flirting with a girl the other night, before he and his friend left to purchase the Red Dream. A dilettante perhaps, but not a killer.
Suddenly, a thunderous crack rings out across the hall, followed by the smell of ozone as Lyreis draws one of the priests through the wall of silver flame. The electricity crackles, and a new plan begins to form in Kyne's mind as he thinks back on the spell he'd seen Seb'riel work the night before. He could feel the magic on the tips of his fingers. The electricity of the weave.
Air.
He'd asked Seb to teach him to fly. Somehow it was all about the air.
Kyne's legs begin to carry him forwards before his brain has thought the plan to its end. He moves faster, and faster. First jogging, then breaking into a run towards where Lyreis stands. Bringing one hand up in front of him in a curving arc, the sorcerer gathers the crackling energy of raw elemental air between his grasping fingers, before pivoting in a full circle on the ball of his foot and thrusting both hands out in front of him. A torrent of arcane power streams out in front of him in a dense bolt of electricity. It crosses the full length of the hall in a flash, rebounding off of the far wall and back onto the two priests Kyne has caught in its path.
Both fall smoking to the ground before they can even react to being hit.
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Hurosk is about to call it at night having his fill of dancing, drinks and dining. Taking a few steps towards the residences the commotion occurs behind him. He turns back around to find the questionable security guards having changed their appearance. He sighs at the lost chance of a quiet evening after their recent adventures having recognized the emblems of the new guests.
"Stuffy sons of *****es. Don't know how to give ones that are different a chance!" He dashes the table and retrieves two of the knives. "Can't have y'all ruining a good party," he says approaching the nearest one. His quickness catches the guard by surprise and buries his first strike below their armor. He quickly strikes again finding his mark.
The cleric looks at Hurosk's face, first surprised and then terrified when he realizes that what is coming out with the first knive are his guts. The second stab is more a mercy cut not to make him suffer than a real attack.
"NO!" scream the bald cleric looking at Kyne, enraged. "I will not be stolen of my chance. I will destroy him and you will not interfere!! BE GONE!!! " with a gesture and a brigth silver flash of his raised holy symbol the rest sees as Kyne is engulfed by the silver light and then... is gone. No trace of him whatsoever. The girl Kyne was talking all night, who was looking amazed screams now that he is gone.
He then turns to Lord Thinderand. "Your piteous puppets will not stop me. You will meet true death tonight... monster..." He walks over the two fallen clerics and remains there.
The clerics run towards both Hurosk and Lyreis. Both young clerics smash them with their clubs, hoping to stop them of their agressive demeneaor.
One of them even says to the half-orc.
"Drop your weapon citizen, you are under the spell of a monster, we only want to help"
Despite that cleric words, the one that was pulled out of the fire by Lyreis invokes his divine powers and from his holy symbol a beam of pure silver light hist the elf. He feels his flesh burning as the divine fire roars around him. Small flames keep surrounding him, giving a silvery glimmer to his burned skin.
Seb'riel is approaching the ball room when she sees many people running out in panic and hears the screams and the magic unleashed
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As she runs down the stairs, Seb'riel had intended to warn her companions and subtly seek out the order, however as she gets closer she is suddenly passed by screaming party goers, running from the ballroom and the sounds of battle from inside. Too late, maybe this is why people like to be at the party. She bursts through the doors to the ballroom ready to join the action, she looks on in horror as she is just in time to see her brother shrouded by magical light and swept away. A vengeful coldness surrounds her, sweeping down across the staff rather than from it and she raises it forward as she had seen Morlainne do, focusing her arcane energy through it. The frost engulfs the cleric who had banished her brother as she had seen it do to Lord Thinderand the night before. Rising up from his legs it halts his movement in an icy grip as he slowly solidifies into an ice sculpture. As Kyne reappears she gives him a grin. "I usually find staying on the same plane of existence helps with winning a fight. Maybe you could try it this time?"