As the sounds of battle cease, Mathilda becomes keenly aware of her own sobbing and crying echoing in the wide ballroom. She tries to pull herself together and wipes her face with her sleeve, not letting go of the dagger. Embarrassed, she peeks over her knees to see what is going on and tries to calm herself. Dizzy, she tries to slow her breathing and looks around to see where everyone is.
The girl gasps and take some deep breaths, half soobing in Kyne's arms.
"Krothus turned into that thing... and he... then... I saw... I saw... Gods..."
Even her tone and accent had changed. The elf gets that this is the first time that he hears her true voice. Well, now and in that moments of the other night... The other bodyguard kneels too not really knowing what to do but mutters a faint "thank you"
Lord Thinderand walks towards Mathilda and offers her a hand.
"It's ok dear. I am so sorry that you had to witnessed that..."
"Sorry I was late - ran into a couple more out in the hallway hauling a cask of oil this way." Molly points out the doorway she came in through, as the radiance she channeled coruscates over her and then fades. She holds up a thin chain, from which dangles the other priest's holy symbol. "Anyone recognize this?"
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Kyne keeps holding the girl, gently running the fingers of one hand down the back of her head and through her hair.
"It's okay," he murmurs, soothingly. "I'm here. I've got you."
The sorcerer glances about at his comrades, taking the measure of the room. What Thrinderand did next would likely determine the course of the rest of the evening.
"That's the symbol of the Silver Flame," he tells Moltaris. "They're a group of fanatical religious extremists, and they were here hunting him."
Hurosk kneels down to wipe the undead ichor from his blade after having downed the wight. He looks to move on to the next target but find all have been dealt with. As the ranger rises to his feet he let's out a long breath as the adrenaline from the fray subsides. "Well, that sure was something! Everyone alright?"he comments as he looks around to his companions.
Hearing Mathilda whimpering nearby, he turns and steps up behind Lord Thinderand. "You okay, Mattie?" he asks with concern. "It's all over now."
"That's the symbol of the Silver Flame," he tells Moltaris. "They're a group of fanatical religious extremists, and they were here hunting him."
"Hmm," Molly intones, then tosses the medallion towards Thrinderand. "Well, there you go. That's the danger of living around people who drink blood to survive." She turns to look over at the quiet Seb'riel.
"What are you thinking?"
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Mathilda flinches involuntarily, but tries to hide it by rising to her feet, steadying herself by bracing her back against the wall. "It's alright, I'm alright, I just need a minute, I..." She tries to keep her voice steady, but it wavers again when she sees Hurosk walking up to them. Stepping around Thrinderand with slightly more distance than would be necessary, she swallows and gives the half-orc a little nod, not trusting herself to speak. Her eyes dart back to the vampire for a second, but then she turns her back on him and rejoins the others. The spilled blood has the air thick with its coppery scent, the burned flesh of the zombies... Mathilda awkwardly pulls at her clothes as if to try and shield herself from it and focuses on taking steady breaths in and out.
Seb jumps a little at Moltaris' question, snapping back to the present.
"Sorry I got distracted." She gives a little smile. "I was thinking we have gained all we can from this little town, I would like to go somewhere with a better library." Her voice drifts across the room, clearly distracted and far from the moment. "Perhaps just a day or two more to teach Kyne to fly."
Hurosk tries to give Mathilda a reassuring glance as she moves by. He steps up behind the vampire and clasp him lightly on the shoulder. "Tough break there. I think you're trying to do right by this town here...," he gives a nod back towards the rogue, "but some things are just going to catch up with you."He pauses for a moment as if to add more but decides otherwise. The half-orc turns to find a sheath on one of the former clerics for his for his newly acquired dagger. Once fastened to his belt he rejoins to the others.
"Too bad we couldn't have one nice night to unwind."
" This was Morlaine doing. She has been able to strike me even from the grave. I guess that after this I will have to dissapear. At least for one or two generations. I will be still protecting this city and its people though... " he seems terribily sad and despite the fact that he is talking to all his eyes turn towards Mathilda.
"You all can stay at the Sphynx for as long as you can of course. I guess that it will be a lot of questioning by the authorities of what's happened here, but you are to be commended as heroes for your help. Farewell strangers. I hope that our fates will meet again. "
He finally turns towards Mathilda and wishpers to her " I am sorry"
With that a flash of silver light he dissapears.
Supai let a little scream when the vampire dissapears and she jumps a little in Kyne's arms.
The other girl, the one who was talking with Lyreis remains with her back on the cold cristal, one of her fist clunched looking around but it seems that she is relaxing now that all the danger seems to have pass.
Some survivors start to look scared inside the ball room.
The noble that was bitten on the arm and was able to avoid the zombie until it was destroyed says
Kyne takes Supai under his arm and guides her away from the scene of the disaster, glancing over his shoulder as he goes to look back at his friends. Lyreis is quiet, but Hurosk seems to be taking care of poor Mathilda.
Good, he thinks, somebody needs to be looking out for her.
Seb and Moltaris he knows can take care of themselves.
"I'll be back in a bit," he tells them. "If anybody comes looking for us, I'll be upstairs. Otherwise we meet in the morning? We have a long journey ahead of us."
"When life-consuming monsters dwell among the living, death and destruction are the inevitable result," Moltaris sighs. "But those Silver Flame bastards couldn't care less about the people of this place either..." she shakes her head and kicks some fallen decoration. She makes her way over to Thilda and Hurosk, grabbing a glass of wine from a now-unattended table.
"Here, toss this back and let the warmth drive the madness from you - I am sorry I was not here sooner."
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Mathilda hardly seems to listen to Thrinderand as he speaks, but she blinks in surprise when the vampire disappears in a flash of light. Her face is very pale and she is still breathing unevenly. She looks up at Moltaris, as if only now realising that she's there, and gratefully takes the wine. Taking big gulps, she drinks the entire glass without putting it down. The warmth of the alcohol spreads through her body, relaxing her tense muscles a little, but it does not take away the barrage of images assaulting her mind. Still holding the glass, she stammers: "I... I'd like to get out of here. Can we get out of here now?"
"I agree, this place is not where I wish to be anymore. We thought we would enjoy ourselves and instead that was one of the most disturbing things I have encountered in a long while." Lyreis stands off to the side, the dagger still in his hand, bloody and gore soaked white shirt, once a classic statement of elegance now a filthy rag, which he removes in disgust, dropping it on the floor.
Seeing the woman he had been talking to on the floor he quickly goes over, kneeling by her side, taking stock of any injuries she might have sustained. Reaching out he brushes her hair a little smoother but just waits until she has come back enough to speak to before saying "I'm sorry, things took a strange and unsettling turn but I am glad to see you survived. Can I help you in any way?"
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The lady in the blue dress, Ryn, wich is surprisingly clean even after the whole thing thanks the aid of Lyreis to stand up.
"I am fine I am not injured. I just.. I just cannot believe what that man did to his own men and the others. Why do you think " she seems to address all of them now that she has seen them fighting and talking to each other " it affected some of them and not all of us?"
When they talk about leaving the place she says
" I couldn't agree more" she offers her hand to Lyreis. "is your friend ok? Maybe I could do soemthing for her..."she offers.
Seb'riel tilts her head in confusion as Lyreis speaks for a moment. "Disturbing?" She looks up from where she has been staring at one of the chewed corpses. "Oh the dead people raising. It is a simple spell really, as the divine strands of the weave run vertically they are perfectly positioned to influence over the life strings on which they tug. Fascinating really." She smiles at Ryn. "That though, is a very smart question, and one which I find fascinating. The why them and not us part. How it seems to work is quite strange." She looks down again at a zombie, lying battered and broken on the floor. Squatting down she turns over a pendant to see the engraving on the front. "Though I'd wager, if you took the names of those who were risen and asked where they were prone to worship, you would find the connection. I suspect his magic worked on those who shared his faith and if you were to visit the temple of the silver flame you would find it rather shorter of worshippers tomorrow."
"I.. I do not think I will have a better answer to offer than Seb has given you, I cannot speak for Mathilda but if you think you can help her then yes, I would be grateful if you would try." Lyreis moves with her to Mathilda.
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"I will leave you for a moment, I must collect my weapons." Lyreis leaves the area and goes off to put on his armour and collect his weapons determined not to be caught with his metaphorical pants down again.
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Mathilda takes a step back, wrapping her cloak even tighter around herself. Her face looks very pale against the dark fabric, but she holds herself upright. Taking in Rin's elegant clothes, she seems to settle on her decision. In a small voice, she answers: "Thank you, but I'm not the kind of person you would normally sing to, my lady. If you will excuse me." She turns back around and asks Hurosk and Moltaris: "I'll head upstairs and come find you in the morning." Setting down her glass, she lingers for a moment, then heads for the door and upstairs to her room.
As soon as she closes the door behind her, she sags against it and covers her face in her hands. Sobs wreck her small frame and she tears the cloak off herself. As it falls to the floor, the motion stirs up the stench of blood again, having soaked into the bottom of it. Mathilda stares at it for a moment, trying to keep the nausea at bay - the next moment, she is running for her washbowl and throws up. When she looks up into the mirror, her face is pale as chalk and her eyes are bleary. She tries to clean herself up a little, but it doesn't seem to help. Giving up, she lets herself glide to the floor and gives herself over to her tears. Between sobs, she gulps for air and tries to think of home. Making porridge for the little ones in the morning, sneaking out at dawn with everyone else still asleep, stealing pastries at the market... but it is no use, as much as she tries to focus, the images of the vampires and their dark magic pushing through. Exhausted, she eventually drifts off into a fitful sleep.
In the middle of the night, Mathilda wakes in a cold sweat, completely disoriented. She finds herself in the middle of the hallway, having apparently wandered out of her room in just her nightgown. Remembering their kindness from yesterday, she briefly considers knocking on Moltaris' or Hurosk's door. But I can't bother them in this state, they must be exhausted, they'll want to sleep. Too shy to ask for help, she returns to her room and wraps herself in her cold blankets. Staring out the window into the night, she waits for dawn.
As the sounds of battle cease, Mathilda becomes keenly aware of her own sobbing and crying echoing in the wide ballroom. She tries to pull herself together and wipes her face with her sleeve, not letting go of the dagger. Embarrassed, she peeks over her knees to see what is going on and tries to calm herself. Dizzy, she tries to slow her breathing and looks around to see where everyone is.
The girl gasps and take some deep breaths, half soobing in Kyne's arms.
"Krothus turned into that thing... and he... then... I saw... I saw... Gods..."
Even her tone and accent had changed. The elf gets that this is the first time that he hears her true voice. Well, now and in that moments of the other night... The other bodyguard kneels too not really knowing what to do but mutters a faint "thank you"
Lord Thinderand walks towards Mathilda and offers her a hand.
"It's ok dear. I am so sorry that you had to witnessed that..."
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"Sorry I was late - ran into a couple more out in the hallway hauling a cask of oil this way." Molly points out the doorway she came in through, as the radiance she channeled coruscates over her and then fades. She holds up a thin chain, from which dangles the other priest's holy symbol. "Anyone recognize this?"
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Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
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Kyne keeps holding the girl, gently running the fingers of one hand down the back of her head and through her hair.
"It's okay," he murmurs, soothingly. "I'm here. I've got you."
The sorcerer glances about at his comrades, taking the measure of the room. What Thrinderand did next would likely determine the course of the rest of the evening.
"That's the symbol of the Silver Flame," he tells Moltaris. "They're a group of fanatical religious extremists, and they were here hunting him."
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Hurosk kneels down to wipe the undead ichor from his blade after having downed the wight. He looks to move on to the next target but find all have been dealt with. As the ranger rises to his feet he let's out a long breath as the adrenaline from the fray subsides. "Well, that sure was something! Everyone alright?" he comments as he looks around to his companions.
Hearing Mathilda whimpering nearby, he turns and steps up behind Lord Thinderand. "You okay, Mattie?" he asks with concern. "It's all over now."
"Hmm," Molly intones, then tosses the medallion towards Thrinderand. "Well, there you go. That's the danger of living around people who drink blood to survive." She turns to look over at the quiet Seb'riel.
"What are you thinking?"
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Mathilda flinches involuntarily, but tries to hide it by rising to her feet, steadying herself by bracing her back against the wall. "It's alright, I'm alright, I just need a minute, I..." She tries to keep her voice steady, but it wavers again when she sees Hurosk walking up to them. Stepping around Thrinderand with slightly more distance than would be necessary, she swallows and gives the half-orc a little nod, not trusting herself to speak. Her eyes dart back to the vampire for a second, but then she turns her back on him and rejoins the others. The spilled blood has the air thick with its coppery scent, the burned flesh of the zombies... Mathilda awkwardly pulls at her clothes as if to try and shield herself from it and focuses on taking steady breaths in and out.
Seb jumps a little at Moltaris' question, snapping back to the present.
"Sorry I got distracted." She gives a little smile. "I was thinking we have gained all we can from this little town, I would like to go somewhere with a better library." Her voice drifts across the room, clearly distracted and far from the moment. "Perhaps just a day or two more to teach Kyne to fly."
Hurosk tries to give Mathilda a reassuring glance as she moves by. He steps up behind the vampire and clasp him lightly on the shoulder. "Tough break there. I think you're trying to do right by this town here...," he gives a nod back towards the rogue, "but some things are just going to catch up with you." He pauses for a moment as if to add more but decides otherwise. The half-orc turns to find a sheath on one of the former clerics for his for his newly acquired dagger. Once fastened to his belt he rejoins to the others.
"Too bad we couldn't have one nice night to unwind."
The vampire sighs and replies to Hurosk.
" This was Morlaine doing. She has been able to strike me even from the grave. I guess that after this I will have to dissapear. At least for one or two generations. I will be still protecting this city and its people though... " he seems terribily sad and despite the fact that he is talking to all his eyes turn towards Mathilda.
"You all can stay at the Sphynx for as long as you can of course. I guess that it will be a lot of questioning by the authorities of what's happened here, but you are to be commended as heroes for your help. Farewell strangers. I hope that our fates will meet again. "
He finally turns towards Mathilda and wishpers to her " I am sorry"
With that a flash of silver light he dissapears.
Supai let a little scream when the vampire dissapears and she jumps a little in Kyne's arms.
The other girl, the one who was talking with Lyreis remains with her back on the cold cristal, one of her fist clunched looking around but it seems that she is relaxing now that all the danger seems to have pass.
Some survivors start to look scared inside the ball room.
The noble that was bitten on the arm and was able to avoid the zombie until it was destroyed says
"Now... that was a party!"
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Kyne takes Supai under his arm and guides her away from the scene of the disaster, glancing over his shoulder as he goes to look back at his friends. Lyreis is quiet, but Hurosk seems to be taking care of poor Mathilda.
Good, he thinks, somebody needs to be looking out for her.
Seb and Moltaris he knows can take care of themselves.
"I'll be back in a bit," he tells them. "If anybody comes looking for us, I'll be upstairs. Otherwise we meet in the morning? We have a long journey ahead of us."
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"When life-consuming monsters dwell among the living, death and destruction are the inevitable result," Moltaris sighs. "But those Silver Flame bastards couldn't care less about the people of this place either..." she shakes her head and kicks some fallen decoration. She makes her way over to Thilda and Hurosk, grabbing a glass of wine from a now-unattended table.
"Here, toss this back and let the warmth drive the madness from you - I am sorry I was not here sooner."
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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...
Mathilda hardly seems to listen to Thrinderand as he speaks, but she blinks in surprise when the vampire disappears in a flash of light. Her face is very pale and she is still breathing unevenly. She looks up at Moltaris, as if only now realising that she's there, and gratefully takes the wine. Taking big gulps, she drinks the entire glass without putting it down. The warmth of the alcohol spreads through her body, relaxing her tense muscles a little, but it does not take away the barrage of images assaulting her mind. Still holding the glass, she stammers: "I... I'd like to get out of here. Can we get out of here now?"
"I agree, this place is not where I wish to be anymore. We thought we would enjoy ourselves and instead that was one of the most disturbing things I have encountered in a long while." Lyreis stands off to the side, the dagger still in his hand, bloody and gore soaked white shirt, once a classic statement of elegance now a filthy rag, which he removes in disgust, dropping it on the floor.
Seeing the woman he had been talking to on the floor he quickly goes over, kneeling by her side, taking stock of any injuries she might have sustained. Reaching out he brushes her hair a little smoother but just waits until she has come back enough to speak to before saying "I'm sorry, things took a strange and unsettling turn but I am glad to see you survived. Can I help you in any way?"
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The lady in the blue dress, Ryn, wich is surprisingly clean even after the whole thing thanks the aid of Lyreis to stand up.
"I am fine I am not injured. I just.. I just cannot believe what that man did to his own men and the others. Why do you think " she seems to address all of them now that she has seen them fighting and talking to each other " it affected some of them and not all of us?"
When they talk about leaving the place she says
" I couldn't agree more" she offers her hand to Lyreis. "is your friend ok? Maybe I could do soemthing for her..." she offers.
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Seb'riel tilts her head in confusion as Lyreis speaks for a moment. "Disturbing?" She looks up from where she has been staring at one of the chewed corpses. "Oh the dead people raising. It is a simple spell really, as the divine strands of the weave run vertically they are perfectly positioned to influence over the life strings on which they tug. Fascinating really." She smiles at Ryn. "That though, is a very smart question, and one which I find fascinating. The why them and not us part. How it seems to work is quite strange." She looks down again at a zombie, lying battered and broken on the floor. Squatting down she turns over a pendant to see the engraving on the front. "Though I'd wager, if you took the names of those who were risen and asked where they were prone to worship, you would find the connection. I suspect his magic worked on those who shared his faith and if you were to visit the temple of the silver flame you would find it rather shorter of worshippers tomorrow."
"I.. I do not think I will have a better answer to offer than Seb has given you, I cannot speak for Mathilda but if you think you can help her then yes, I would be grateful if you would try." Lyreis moves with her to Mathilda.
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Ryn moves towards Mathilda and whispers to her
" I can sing for you... it could help..."
If she accepts she moves with her to private chamber, alone, and sing to her a quite melody.
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"I will leave you for a moment, I must collect my weapons." Lyreis leaves the area and goes off to put on his armour and collect his weapons determined not to be caught with his metaphorical pants down again.
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Mathilda takes a step back, wrapping her cloak even tighter around herself. Her face looks very pale against the dark fabric, but she holds herself upright. Taking in Rin's elegant clothes, she seems to settle on her decision. In a small voice, she answers: "Thank you, but I'm not the kind of person you would normally sing to, my lady. If you will excuse me." She turns back around and asks Hurosk and Moltaris: "I'll head upstairs and come find you in the morning." Setting down her glass, she lingers for a moment, then heads for the door and upstairs to her room.
As soon as she closes the door behind her, she sags against it and covers her face in her hands. Sobs wreck her small frame and she tears the cloak off herself. As it falls to the floor, the motion stirs up the stench of blood again, having soaked into the bottom of it. Mathilda stares at it for a moment, trying to keep the nausea at bay - the next moment, she is running for her washbowl and throws up. When she looks up into the mirror, her face is pale as chalk and her eyes are bleary. She tries to clean herself up a little, but it doesn't seem to help. Giving up, she lets herself glide to the floor and gives herself over to her tears. Between sobs, she gulps for air and tries to think of home. Making porridge for the little ones in the morning, sneaking out at dawn with everyone else still asleep, stealing pastries at the market... but it is no use, as much as she tries to focus, the images of the vampires and their dark magic pushing through. Exhausted, she eventually drifts off into a fitful sleep.
In the middle of the night, Mathilda wakes in a cold sweat, completely disoriented. She finds herself in the middle of the hallway, having apparently wandered out of her room in just her nightgown. Remembering their kindness from yesterday, she briefly considers knocking on Moltaris' or Hurosk's door. But I can't bother them in this state, they must be exhausted, they'll want to sleep. Too shy to ask for help, she returns to her room and wraps herself in her cold blankets. Staring out the window into the night, she waits for dawn.