Marzira sighs when the Master leaves and she turn to her friends.
"What do you say if we take a walk? Have you seen the gardens? Come now...let's take a walk, we all could use some fresh air"
Without more words Marzira leads the group outside and they find themselves in a beatiful garden where the grass is well kept but the trees seem to grow naturally, but at the eyes of the more observant among the party they recognize the hands of a skilled gardender in the choosing of the spieces and the spots where they grow. Still they feel somehow unease under that red, crossed by dark plumes of clouds, sky.
Once they are afar from prying eyes of the mansion, under the branches of and old oak. Marzira kneels and hugh Merzin, once she gets up she puts a hand on the shoulder of the rest of her former companions.
"You must be crazy to come after me to this place. I mean... I really appreciate it but you should known me better. I would never let them take me against my will. I am sorry not to be able to contact you before my departure, they were in a hurry and the decision had to be made in the heat of the moment. But now you are here and we have to deal with the balltes of tomorrow. I am sorry that you have been dragged into this too " she says to Charles and Caiden " Not that I don't appreciate the gesture but I would rather not had you involved... any of you... "
She looks to their companions
" I guess that you have a lot of questions but about returing to Eberron... I think that we could persuade the Master into making a deal with you so if you win you could be teleported back... "
Charles responds to Marzira "I understand that you might have wanted that but sadly that isn't in my nature plus I have been fighting for myself all my life, I think that this will be something new and it might make me stronger if I were fighting for someone." Charles has been abandoned as a child so this was the first time he has ever felt this kind of feeling he is pretty sure it is petty and sympathy but he doesn't know what the other feeling is especially when he is around Marzira.
"Well " replies Marzira to Charles " I am glad that you'll join us on this... better have you on our side " she smiles to him.
" No idea Vox, guess is a semi-plane of their own creation? Or maybe they just took this... island.. and the mansion of their own porpuoses... what I think is that is not wise to confrot them here... The feeling of power emanating from them grow up when we reached the plane... "
"Hmm," Vox replies thoughtfully, "they're either of this plane or created it. I don't like this situation... at all."
"If we're really stuck here for now, then let's survive tomorrow. If we're not allowed to return home as suggested - we'll have to just improvise and find another way."
After some dinner the party splits at their chosen rooms and have a good night rest. At least as good as their own nerves allow them to have some rest. All of them know that they are in some kind of trouble and fear what the Master could have for them in store the next day.
The red sky gets a little clearer, or has some few less dark clouds, anyway they start to prepare, along the rest of the fighters for the start of the competition that the Masters had organized.
As the ones that has spent more time getting ready for this, the competition was among twelve fighters, all hand picked by the Masters and the competition was designated to be fought in three days, with the final the last day.
They walk down to the center of the mansion, a zone that has been restricted till that moment and now they all can enter guided by a couple of servants.
They enter in a circe, a circular fighting pit and they all are in a lower zone that the arena itself. Peeking above they can see that the arena itself is surrounded by dark stone walls of about 10 feet tall, and all around it there are balconies with humanoids on it, eating, drinking and enjoying themselves. There aren't too many, maybe a dozen of them they calculate and just in front of the porticullis that gives access to the black sand of the arena, the most fancy balcony dominates the whole arena. In there they can see both Masters. He is dressed with a expensive green tunic made of silk, while she wears a dress of white satin with the back open and that really fits her well.
He starts to talk.
"Dear guests. Friends from old and those of you who had come for far the boundaries of the realms. Welcome to our annual gladiator contest!!" from the balconies came some educated yet enthusiastic claps.
"We know that you all love surprises and we got two for you this year!" the melodious voice of the woman reaches the party as she takes the spot at the Master's side " We have decided to lower the number of the contestant from twelve to ten... but instead we brought you two opening fights. The same group of fighters will have to face not one, but two dire monsters that will test their mettle and skill. Please... allow me to introduce our defiant warriors today. "
She waves her hand and the porticullis raises, as if it was responding to her will, and the party can enter the arena of black sand. The couple of servants that had brought them there indicates to them that its their turn to enter the arena.
Not wanting to be left out, Merzin breathes in and takes a few brave-ish steps forward. Large bags can be seen under his eyes, due to his night being spent not in sleep, but in nervously considering every way this could go wrong. Every step taken is followed by glances in every direction, and everything not from his native plane is immediately seen as a threat, not to be trusted or approached. ''You can do this, everything will be ok.'' He mutters to himself on repeat, ready to pull out his blade at any moment.
The party enters the circular arena and they now can see better the diverse public that fill the balconies around it. There isn't a lot of people, but in each there are about ten or dozen individuals.
In one they can see what are clearly devils, in another one they can see what seems to be pale elves. Black skinned dwarves with black beards, fill another one. A group of silvan creatures look at them from another one. There is one balcony in silence, it's half a dozen occupants looking at them with small, black eyes in their faces ended in purple tentacles. It's clearly a weird amalgam of creatures, some of them they had never seen.
They all cheer and howl to them as they walk towards the center of the arena.
"This group here had come to our home " says the Mistress calming down the crowd " moved by the love and friendship for one of our fighters. Aren't they cute? " the crowd laughs and cheers. " We think that they are. And that kind of expression of love is one of the better expressions of life. And we celebrate and cheer life. We ask you our honored guests. What if we test that brighter life with some... death?"
She waves her hand and another porticullis raises at her right. From the shadows behind it they can see a huge vaguely humanoid form. Taking heavy steps towards them, and finally reaching the light when steeping out they can see a huge skeleton, covered in pieces of armor. The creature has anormal number of limns, from its back they can see how an skeltal torso and arms move around trying to reach something.
The creature starts to charge towards them as it sees them, but the Mistress closes her fist and pulls back and the creature stops as if it was restrained by a chain.
The crowd cheers and applauds.
"Let's see wich one wins... life or death..."
She opens her fists and the creature charges towards them.
''You think?'' Merzin pulls out his bow and knocks an arrow. He then lets out a confused jumble of sounds as he loosens the arrow in the general direction of the creature.
The arrow hits one of the multilpe arms of the creature and stays there. Merzin would have expected it to break the bone but the creature seems more resistant than normal bones.
The crowd cheers the brave halfing for beign the first to attack.
Charles unseathes his sword and the rest could swear that they see a spark of blue energy coming out of his chest. The brave warrior charges forward towards the creature and as he does he grows in size, going as big as the horror. The Skelton does not seem impressed though as he parries Charles first attack, grabbing his sword in mid air. The warrior doesn’t hesitates and pulls out his sword, turning it as he does and a few bone fingers drop to the ground. Marzira springs into action too and she launches a couple of fist into the air, towards the skeleton. As her fists moves, a golden energy surrounds her hands and a beam of radiant energy flies towards the golem, hitting it and sending bits of charred bone away. She then moves forward, taking the opposite side of Charles and launches a serie of punchs and kicks, but it’s hard to determine if the golem is affected at all or not by them.
"Thanks for the help Marzira!"Charles yells over while he is being swung around by this massive creature. "Whatever this thing is it is sure as hell tough"
Marzira sighs when the Master leaves and she turn to her friends.
"What do you say if we take a walk? Have you seen the gardens? Come now...let's take a walk, we all could use some fresh air"
Without more words Marzira leads the group outside and they find themselves in a beatiful garden where the grass is well kept but the trees seem to grow naturally, but at the eyes of the more observant among the party they recognize the hands of a skilled gardender in the choosing of the spieces and the spots where they grow. Still they feel somehow unease under that red, crossed by dark plumes of clouds, sky.
Once they are afar from prying eyes of the mansion, under the branches of and old oak. Marzira kneels and hugh Merzin, once she gets up she puts a hand on the shoulder of the rest of her former companions.
"You must be crazy to come after me to this place. I mean... I really appreciate it but you should known me better. I would never let them take me against my will. I am sorry not to be able to contact you before my departure, they were in a hurry and the decision had to be made in the heat of the moment. But now you are here and we have to deal with the balltes of tomorrow. I am sorry that you have been dragged into this too " she says to Charles and Caiden " Not that I don't appreciate the gesture but I would rather not had you involved... any of you... "
She looks to their companions
" I guess that you have a lot of questions but about returing to Eberron... I think that we could persuade the Master into making a deal with you so if you win you could be teleported back... "
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Charles responds to Marzira "I understand that you might have wanted that but sadly that isn't in my nature plus I have been fighting for myself all my life, I think that this will be something new and it might make me stronger if I were fighting for someone." Charles has been abandoned as a child so this was the first time he has ever felt this kind of feeling he is pretty sure it is petty and sympathy but he doesn't know what the other feeling is especially when he is around Marzira.
Vox nods, "Perhaps it wasn't your intent, but with no notice, we have to assume the worst. You would've done the same."
"So does anyone have any idea where we are? This is some sort of extra- or demi- plane, right? Does anyone know which?"
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Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
"Well " replies Marzira to Charles " I am glad that you'll join us on this... better have you on our side " she smiles to him.
" No idea Vox, guess is a semi-plane of their own creation? Or maybe they just took this... island.. and the mansion of their own porpuoses... what I think is that is not wise to confrot them here... The feeling of power emanating from them grow up when we reached the plane... "
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"Hmm," Vox replies thoughtfully, "they're either of this plane or created it. I don't like this situation... at all."
"If we're really stuck here for now, then let's survive tomorrow. If we're not allowed to return home as suggested - we'll have to just improvise and find another way."
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
“You’re right I guess that we should go to rest. Tomorrow we will have a long day ahead” replies Marzira looking to the others.
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After some dinner the party splits at their chosen rooms and have a good night rest. At least as good as their own nerves allow them to have some rest. All of them know that they are in some kind of trouble and fear what the Master could have for them in store the next day.
The red sky gets a little clearer, or has some few less dark clouds, anyway they start to prepare, along the rest of the fighters for the start of the competition that the Masters had organized.
As the ones that has spent more time getting ready for this, the competition was among twelve fighters, all hand picked by the Masters and the competition was designated to be fought in three days, with the final the last day.
They walk down to the center of the mansion, a zone that has been restricted till that moment and now they all can enter guided by a couple of servants.
They enter in a circe, a circular fighting pit and they all are in a lower zone that the arena itself. Peeking above they can see that the arena itself is surrounded by dark stone walls of about 10 feet tall, and all around it there are balconies with humanoids on it, eating, drinking and enjoying themselves. There aren't too many, maybe a dozen of them they calculate and just in front of the porticullis that gives access to the black sand of the arena, the most fancy balcony dominates the whole arena. In there they can see both Masters. He is dressed with a expensive green tunic made of silk, while she wears a dress of white satin with the back open and that really fits her well.
He starts to talk.
"Dear guests. Friends from old and those of you who had come for far the boundaries of the realms. Welcome to our annual gladiator contest!!" from the balconies came some educated yet enthusiastic claps.
"We know that you all love surprises and we got two for you this year!" the melodious voice of the woman reaches the party as she takes the spot at the Master's side " We have decided to lower the number of the contestant from twelve to ten... but instead we brought you two opening fights. The same group of fighters will have to face not one, but two dire monsters that will test their mettle and skill. Please... allow me to introduce our defiant warriors today. "
She waves her hand and the porticullis raises, as if it was responding to her will, and the party can enter the arena of black sand. The couple of servants that had brought them there indicates to them that its their turn to enter the arena.
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Not wanting to be left out, Merzin breathes in and takes a few brave-ish steps forward. Large bags can be seen under his eyes, due to his night being spent not in sleep, but in nervously considering every way this could go wrong. Every step taken is followed by glances in every direction, and everything not from his native plane is immediately seen as a threat, not to be trusted or approached. ''You can do this, everything will be ok.'' He mutters to himself on repeat, ready to pull out his blade at any moment.
Oruk (Half-Orc Barbarian) - Soldiers of Vord Three (Human Sorcerer) - Dragons Armies Merzin Quickfoot (Lightfoot Halfling Thief) - Eberron Tales Alpha
DM - Ultimate Adventure
The party enters the circular arena and they now can see better the diverse public that fill the balconies around it. There isn't a lot of people, but in each there are about ten or dozen individuals.
In one they can see what are clearly devils, in another one they can see what seems to be pale elves. Black skinned dwarves with black beards, fill another one. A group of silvan creatures look at them from another one. There is one balcony in silence, it's half a dozen occupants looking at them with small, black eyes in their faces ended in purple tentacles. It's clearly a weird amalgam of creatures, some of them they had never seen.
They all cheer and howl to them as they walk towards the center of the arena.
"This group here had come to our home " says the Mistress calming down the crowd " moved by the love and friendship for one of our fighters. Aren't they cute? " the crowd laughs and cheers. " We think that they are. And that kind of expression of love is one of the better expressions of life. And we celebrate and cheer life. We ask you our honored guests. What if we test that brighter life with some... death?"
She waves her hand and another porticullis raises at her right. From the shadows behind it they can see a huge vaguely humanoid form. Taking heavy steps towards them, and finally reaching the light when steeping out they can see a huge skeleton, covered in pieces of armor. The creature has anormal number of limns, from its back they can see how an skeltal torso and arms move around trying to reach something.
The creature starts to charge towards them as it sees them, but the Mistress closes her fist and pulls back and the creature stops as if it was restrained by a chain.
The crowd cheers and applauds.
"Let's see wich one wins... life or death..."
She opens her fists and the creature charges towards them.
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// Vox's initiative 18
Vox comments, "Well... That's not a pleasant looking dead thing."
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
''You think?'' Merzin pulls out his bow and knocks an arrow. He then lets out a confused jumble of sounds as he loosens the arrow in the general direction of the creature.
Oruk (Half-Orc Barbarian) - Soldiers of Vord Three (Human Sorcerer) - Dragons Armies Merzin Quickfoot (Lightfoot Halfling Thief) - Eberron Tales Alpha
DM - Ultimate Adventure
The arrow hits one of the multilpe arms of the creature and stays there. Merzin would have expected it to break the bone but the creature seems more resistant than normal bones.
The crowd cheers the brave halfing for beign the first to attack.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Charles unseathes his sword and the rest could swear that they see a spark of blue energy coming out of his chest. The brave warrior charges forward towards the creature and as he does he grows in size, going as big as the horror.
The Skelton does not seem impressed though as he parries Charles first attack, grabbing his sword in mid air. The warrior doesn’t hesitates and pulls out his sword, turning it as he does and a few bone fingers drop to the ground.
Marzira springs into action too and she launches a couple of fist into the air, towards the skeleton. As her fists moves, a golden energy surrounds her hands and a beam of radiant energy flies towards the golem, hitting it and sending bits of charred bone away.
She then moves forward, taking the opposite side of Charles and launches a serie of punchs and kicks, but it’s hard to determine if the golem is affected at all or not by them.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Thanks for the help Marzira!"Charles yells over while he is being swung around by this massive creature. "Whatever this thing is it is sure as hell tough"
"Indeed it is... and has a lot of arms!" she says ducking to dodge one boned claw of the creature.
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