Gritting his teeth at the situation as a whole, Noct couldn't help but silently curse out at his rotten luck for putting him in another bad situation. That being said, the people he could see weren't normal, and most of them seemed prepared to fight...still, safer to figure out how to run just in case.
Noctis immediately looks for a way to get the hell out of here, but focus primarily on shooting whatever the hell that was with a bolt of flame.
Kanrath tries to channel the divine, but his Queen does not bless him with her bounty. He comes to understand that he is not prepared for this test. Nothing his teachers or tribe spoke of contained anything about the lumbering form of blood and need in front of him. His experience, however, has taught him what danger looks like and this is by far one of the most powerful things he has ever encountered.
As he readies himself for a possible battle, there is a fleeting moment when he can feel the energy pouring off the gate. Every hair on his neck and arms lifts up and he knows he is protected by his spell and by his faith. A raven's caw can be heard within this moment to his left.
Understanding the danger, he moves toward the singled out half-elf and the human female now on her feet. The monster does not take his eye off his prize when he moves.
Gwyllen puts distance between herself and the creature. When she speaks its eyes dart to her, tracking her movements, and refocuses on its main quarry only after she stops. The wail of lament echoes around her when she casts her spell and Fiachra takes flight. The frigid air coming off her can be felt by those around her.
The broken monstrosity takes a lazy moment to notice the sudden appearance of the beholder. Not until it hears its own sad, degraded voice does it become fully focused. It's head and arms begin to turn away from the illusion.
Just then, they freeze and begin to convulse. Its eyes darting from the beholder to Eira, now its mistress, and back again. With each eye movement between the two, the shaking gets stronger. Moans of confusion and pain begin to escape its mouth.
Marenos, the apple of the monster's eye, snaps out of his shock and quickly falls back to the newly formed line of defense. His quick actions are mirrored by the sudden appearance of a powerful jet of water aimed directly at the sorrowful cretin.
Distracted by the other spells and violent shakes erupting from its body, the creature takes the full force of the stream and flies backward through the air.
Then, the gush of water and surrounding area suddenly erupts in a fiery glow, as Noctis finds his moment and sends a bolt of light and heat at the monster. The flow of water was too strong, though, to see if it landed.
With the depravity in motion, the two figures in the back stare in frantic disbelief. The war horse, which had been straining to keep the leash in check, was now caught off balance. The strength of its pull had been so great that it was now sending the monster's body flying backward towards and into the gate. The horse, trying to regain leverage and still attached to the leash, was then pulled off its feet and thrown into the portal, as well.
The smaller turtle-like being could only stop and stare, severed arm in hand, as the horse tumbled into the void. After a few moments, a shocked high-pitched scream erupts from his mouth and he makes a mad dash for the portal to follow suit. He makes it mid-way through when the war of the gate's energies explode sending searing bolts of orange and black power in all directions.
Everyone who cares to avoid getting hit, please make a DEX saving throw. Those of you dodging/ducking get advantage.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Gwyllen realizes that the distance she had made between her and the gate is still not enough and runs further away, jumping and hoping she doesn't land flat on her face.
Orange and black energy sizzles through the air and chaos rains down upon the group.
Hell has landed in front of Noctis and exploded all around him. It feels like home. His whole body relaxes and everything slows down. The bolts shoot out and his body misses them with ease. His movements become fluid, as the entire encounter plays out like a seductive dance with death.
Gwyllen races away from the gate. At the very last moment, she skillfully flings her body forward with a tuck and roll to avoid the onslaught. She can feel the familiar melancholy in the air, as the longest and blackest of the bolts reach out for her. This time they have missed. She looks back at the power surge, and there is a familiar raven cackling on the gate.
The ground has never felt so safe as it does right now for Eira. On the way down, two black bolts rip through the air right above her head. So close were they that her hair is singed on top. She could also, for just a moment, feel her angel's presence. His vibration, his essence was so close. At the very last second, she could feel him react in surprise, and then it was over just as quickly.
Kanrath and Marenos, however, have a date with a gate.
The effect of unleashing a geyser does not make for nimble footing for Marenos, neither does having hooves on any given day for Kanrath. At the very same moment, orange bolts catch the two in mid-step and momentarily suspend them in mid-air. The light blinds them both and its warmth seeps deep into their bones. They feel a surge of invigorating power within them. For Karnath is feel like he's channeled his Lady for a turning, and for Marenos, it feels like he's about to let a spell fly. The hair on the back of their necks stand up and they float in the moment for what feels like several minutes. In the end, all of space and time catch up to them and they come crashing down to the ground. Singed and skin vibrating.
Karnath and Marenos - you have been empowered. Whenever you would deal damage, roll 1d4 and add the result to your damage roll. This lasts until you complete a long rest.
The explosion peaks and then doubles back on itself. The pool within the gate settles down and ends in a shimmering surface. Everyone looking can see at a distance a large city with a gleaming and eerie castle sitting on top. It is menacing and glorious all at once. Then with a small pop, the scene blinks from view. The gate is empty and still, except for the orange and black energies rumbling around its ring.
The whole area is quiet for a moment, except for the flapping of wings by the gate's base. The sound is followed by moans. A hooded figure turns over onto its back and gently shoos away the raven. Stretching out pale limbs, the figure's sullen face turns to the side, towards the group, and it sighs.
A raspy voice drolly states, "Ah, you've arrived. Finally. At least this time, your clothes are on. Well done." It brings up boney hands to clap in approval.
Settling back down, but not moving, it continues, "Nasty business the Lonely. Never want to get caught up in its plight. They should have never come to find our Lady, poor bastards." Turning its head back to the group, "Anyone seen some Tortles?"
Happy new year! Got a couple of questions before I get around to posting Kanrath's response.
So the explosion and the like hasn't effected the current environment and scenario. Do we still have the initiative going and Lonely trying to scrape its way at the party?
As for the mention of The Loney, is it possible to make a Religion check to see if Kanrath's teachings and spiritual upbringing mention anything about them? He wasn't the most studious, but might recall something.
"That ended a helluva lot better than I thought." Marenos says and turns to the group "Well nice to meet you all, no better way to meet than fighting terrifying monsters. Marenos" He says reaching out a hand to the nearest person
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Gwyllen shakes her head to clear the crackling from her fuzzy mind and her ears tune in a droning noise that slowly comes into focus... it is a voice. She wipes the dust from her eyes and looks up to see an elf holding a hand in her direction. She coughs lightly and takes it, pulling against it more than shaking it as she comes to her feet.
"Well this has all been very exciting. I am Gwyllen, well met Marenos." she shifts against her spear, looking a bit weak and tired. Setting both hands against the shaft of the weapon, she groans slightly at the site of sticky, dark blood running down her arm. Giving Marenos a pained half-smile, she continues. "We might as well go see what this one wants before I fall dead again. It would be nice to get somewhere this time."
Turning towards the dais, she lets out an deep croaking sound (somewhere high above, a twin sounding calls back) and icy fire of cobalt and lavender begins simmering around her feet. She limps towards the hooded figure next to the portal and coughs again, as the fine mist of frost and feathers smoking away from the fire at her feet tickling her nose. She shivers despite her warming toes, feeling ice build up around her eye lashes. It is another reminder:Every luxury comes at a cost.
"Omega... the young Tortle seems to have been sucked into the gate." she comes up next to the ancient being and places a hand under her robes, seemingly nursing a wound.
OOC - I'm not really sure how much is apparent of everyone's appearance here. Does Marenos have blue skin, web feet, a fish for an earring? LOL :-P
For my part - the basics everyone could see at first glance, Gwyllen is of medium build with olive skin and long, black hair, shiny and sleek and full of Raven feathers. Her skin is light olive and weather worn from the road, and her eyes never seem to stay the same color. She is still pleasant to look upon, despite her unruly traveler aesthetic. Her cloak is orange and black with a frill of dense black feathers. Her clothing and boots are blackened, soft leather. A bandoleer of miscellaneous items hangs around her torso, bouncing in and out of view under her cloak. Her short spear seems to be more utilitarian than weaponized and its shaft is beaten and splintered, leather bands wrapped around it with large black wing-tip feathers hang heavy around the blade.
Those around her may at times have an uneasy feeling, like the hair standing on the back on their neck and nausea or headaches. At other times, they may find themselves having feelings of un-sourced good will and joy. There seems to be an energy about her that saps into nearby folks.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
At the initial blast of the energies from the gate, Kanrath attempted to backpedal somewhat from interposing where The Lonely stood. However, it is difficult for one with a frame as big as he to easily do so. He feels somewhat stunned, expecting terrible pain from blasts of such magnitude. His muscles tense in his arms, but it changes instead to this surge of energy. Be this a symbol from My Lady? He thinks initially, before falling back into the room, staggering to his feet.
Kanrath, upon seeing the skeletal hand, first has the impression that this is one that is in need of sending and instinctively goes to touch the symbol upon his chest. However, something in his mind stops him. This one speaks of Our Lady, perhaps they are also one who follow the tenants he swore himself to not too long ago. He then looks to the aquatic half-elf he is beside, leaning down a little to offer a firm hand. "Kanrath." He replies simply for introductions.
His attention is then brought to the conversation between Gwyllen and the one she calls Omega. "It appears you are familiar with this place, Gwyllen." He attempts to make mental note of these names. "...and with this Omega." His attention turns to the cloaked figure, he keeps his shield at the ready, praying to himself for a second that he is making the right decision to speak first. "What the feathered woman speaks is true. From what I saw, the tortle disappeared into the cleft behind you, wherever that leads."
Just checking, does Gwyllen actually look physically wounded, or it is more a fatigue setting in based on her description?
Noctis cracked his shoulders with a groaning sigh, as he stood up from the blast. His eyes narrowed to the others around him as a smirk played on his lips. However, when he spotted the sudden arrival of the boney looking man, he chuckled, "Looks like this day just keeps getting more and more interesting~"
His eyes turn over to Marenos with a raised amused eyebrow and smile, "Personally, I'd like to think meeting someone over a drink, followed by a night of passion, is the best way to get to know them. But to each their own~...speaking of which." Nocti's eyes travel to everyone else, giving a wide smile as he gives a large flamboyant mock bow, "Pleasure to meet you all. Noctis Pulchra~ How we can get along~" He throws a wink to the female members of the party.(TDLR: yes, he's a major flirt. I apologize in advance XD)
Noctis is a strange looking man. His skin was a dark, almost steel grey, paired with long tied back hair that showed a pair of broken off horns. His Crimson irises seemed to be smiling as his devilish pupils seemed to burn with something else deeper inside. He was pretty handsome looking, with a lean build and graceful movements.
His attention is then brought to the conversation between Gwyllen and the one she calls Omega. "It appears you are familiar with this place, Gwyllen." He attempts to make mental note of these names. "...and with this Omega." His attention turns to the cloaked figure, he keeps his shield at the ready, praying to himself for a second that he is making the right decision to speak first. "What the feathered woman speaks is true. From what I saw, the tortle disappeared into the cleft behind you, wherever that leads."
Just checking, does Gwyllen actually look physically wounded, or it is more a fatigue setting in based on her description?
Gwyllen turns to acknowledge Kanrath and nods in greeting and agreement before turning back to Omega, trying to hide how she winces in pain. “I saw no sign of the Ancient Shaman of Jaci, but there was a large horse attached to a leashed creature. I honestly think it may have just wanted a hug…. I do hope little Arnack is alright.”
Out of nowhere, a blur of black snaps from the sky, hitting Gwyllen solidly between the shoulder blades and causing her to gasp and stumble before shaking her head with the look of a broken woman. The feathers around her cloaked shoulders rustle and pulse as a decided corvid beak worms its way out of the mass. Feathers begin to elongate and move as the head fully extends from the cloak and a raven materializes piece by piece, its full form coming to rest on Gwyllen’s shoulder.
Fiachra the Spirit Raven lets out a rolling, low bark and flaps its wings, smacking Gwyllen rudely in the head before uttering an infuriating laughing noise.
“Is it really necessary for you to try and kill me every time you make an appearance?” Gwyllen groans.
Her eyes are drawn to the sky and gate around her looking for the other Ravens. Her expression is apprehensive.
I’ll let the DM what Kanrath can glean about the way Gwyllen is wounded. Nice roll!
It obvious she is in pain from the way she is limping and holding herself under her cloak, plus the bloody hand.
His eyes turn over to Marenos with a raised amused eyebrow and smile, "Personally, I'd like to think meeting someone over a drink, followed by a night of passion, is the best way to get to know them. But to each their own~...speaking of which." Nocti's eyes travel to everyone else, giving a wide smile as he gives a large flamboyant mock bow, "Pleasure to meet you all. Noctis Pulchra~ How we can get along~" He throws a wink to the female members of the party.(TDLR: yes, he's a major flirt. I apologize in advance XD)
Gwyllen sighs and looks back towards the group, giving Noctis a once over and a weak smile. This one is going to get us all in trouble, but I could use a good roll through the leaves, she thinks. She finds his broken horns strangely alluring. Despite the pain, which she is quite used to, she shudders a bit at the thought. It's been far too long. A wave a energy begins crackling around her, sending a sense of good feelings towards everyone nearby.
(OOC: Noctis, all eyes waiting on you!)
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Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
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Gritting his teeth at the situation as a whole, Noct couldn't help but silently curse out at his rotten luck for putting him in another bad situation. That being said, the people he could see weren't normal, and most of them seemed prepared to fight...still, safer to figure out how to run just in case.
Noctis immediately looks for a way to get the hell out of here, but focus primarily on shooting whatever the hell that was with a bolt of flame.
Casting Fire Bolt: 13 Damage: 10
Then ducks behind cover to hide: 11
Despair fills the air like mist in a forest.
Kanrath tries to channel the divine, but his Queen does not bless him with her bounty. He comes to understand that he is not prepared for this test. Nothing his teachers or tribe spoke of contained anything about the lumbering form of blood and need in front of him. His experience, however, has taught him what danger looks like and this is by far one of the most powerful things he has ever encountered.
As he readies himself for a possible battle, there is a fleeting moment when he can feel the energy pouring off the gate. Every hair on his neck and arms lifts up and he knows he is protected by his spell and by his faith. A raven's caw can be heard within this moment to his left.
Understanding the danger, he moves toward the singled out half-elf and the human female now on her feet. The monster does not take his eye off his prize when he moves.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Gwyllen puts distance between herself and the creature. When she speaks its eyes dart to her, tracking her movements, and refocuses on its main quarry only after she stops. The wail of lament echoes around her when she casts her spell and Fiachra takes flight. The frigid air coming off her can be felt by those around her.
The broken monstrosity takes a lazy moment to notice the sudden appearance of the beholder. Not until it hears its own sad, degraded voice does it become fully focused. It's head and arms begin to turn away from the illusion.
Just then, they freeze and begin to convulse. Its eyes darting from the beholder to Eira, now its mistress, and back again. With each eye movement between the two, the shaking gets stronger. Moans of confusion and pain begin to escape its mouth.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Marenos, the apple of the monster's eye, snaps out of his shock and quickly falls back to the newly formed line of defense. His quick actions are mirrored by the sudden appearance of a powerful jet of water aimed directly at the sorrowful cretin.
Distracted by the other spells and violent shakes erupting from its body, the creature takes the full force of the stream and flies backward through the air.
Then, the gush of water and surrounding area suddenly erupts in a fiery glow, as Noctis finds his moment and sends a bolt of light and heat at the monster. The flow of water was too strong, though, to see if it landed.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
With the depravity in motion, the two figures in the back stare in frantic disbelief. The war horse, which had been straining to keep the leash in check, was now caught off balance. The strength of its pull had been so great that it was now sending the monster's body flying backward towards and into the gate. The horse, trying to regain leverage and still attached to the leash, was then pulled off its feet and thrown into the portal, as well.
The smaller turtle-like being could only stop and stare, severed arm in hand, as the horse tumbled into the void. After a few moments, a shocked high-pitched scream erupts from his mouth and he makes a mad dash for the portal to follow suit. He makes it mid-way through when the war of the gate's energies explode sending searing bolts of orange and black power in all directions.
Everyone who cares to avoid getting hit, please make a DEX saving throw. Those of you dodging/ducking get advantage.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Eira yelps in despair as the turtle is seemingly blown to pieces by the explosion and throws herself to the ground to avoid the same terrible fate.
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Dexterity Saving Throw: 19
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Dexterity Save: 10
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
Dex save: 24
Gwyllen realizes that the distance she had made between her and the gate is still not enough and runs further away, jumping and hoping she doesn't land flat on her face.
DEX Save 6
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Orange and black energy sizzles through the air and chaos rains down upon the group.
Hell has landed in front of Noctis and exploded all around him. It feels like home. His whole body relaxes and everything slows down. The bolts shoot out and his body misses them with ease. His movements become fluid, as the entire encounter plays out like a seductive dance with death.
Gwyllen races away from the gate. At the very last moment, she skillfully flings her body forward with a tuck and roll to avoid the onslaught. She can feel the familiar melancholy in the air, as the longest and blackest of the bolts reach out for her. This time they have missed. She looks back at the power surge, and there is a familiar raven cackling on the gate.
The ground has never felt so safe as it does right now for Eira. On the way down, two black bolts rip through the air right above her head. So close were they that her hair is singed on top. She could also, for just a moment, feel her angel's presence. His vibration, his essence was so close. At the very last second, she could feel him react in surprise, and then it was over just as quickly.
Kanrath and Marenos, however, have a date with a gate.
The effect of unleashing a geyser does not make for nimble footing for Marenos, neither does having hooves on any given day for Kanrath. At the very same moment, orange bolts catch the two in mid-step and momentarily suspend them in mid-air. The light blinds them both and its warmth seeps deep into their bones. They feel a surge of invigorating power within them. For Karnath is feel like he's channeled his Lady for a turning, and for Marenos, it feels like he's about to let a spell fly. The hair on the back of their necks stand up and they float in the moment for what feels like several minutes. In the end, all of space and time catch up to them and they come crashing down to the ground. Singed and skin vibrating.
Karnath and Marenos - you have been empowered. Whenever you would deal damage, roll 1d4 and add the result to your damage roll. This lasts until you complete a long rest.
The explosion peaks and then doubles back on itself. The pool within the gate settles down and ends in a shimmering surface. Everyone looking can see at a distance a large city with a gleaming and eerie castle sitting on top. It is menacing and glorious all at once. Then with a small pop, the scene blinks from view. The gate is empty and still, except for the orange and black energies rumbling around its ring.
The whole area is quiet for a moment, except for the flapping of wings by the gate's base. The sound is followed by moans. A hooded figure turns over onto its back and gently shoos away the raven. Stretching out pale limbs, the figure's sullen face turns to the side, towards the group, and it sighs.
A raspy voice drolly states, "Ah, you've arrived. Finally. At least this time, your clothes are on. Well done." It brings up boney hands to clap in approval.
Settling back down, but not moving, it continues, "Nasty business the Lonely. Never want to get caught up in its plight. They should have never come to find our Lady, poor bastards." Turning its head back to the group, "Anyone seen some Tortles?"
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Happy new year! Got a couple of questions before I get around to posting Kanrath's response.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Happy New Year and thank you for asking!
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Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
"That ended a helluva lot better than I thought." Marenos says and turns to the group "Well nice to meet you all, no better way to meet than fighting terrifying monsters. Marenos" He says reaching out a hand to the nearest person
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DM:
Gwyllen shakes her head to clear the crackling from her fuzzy mind and her ears tune in a droning noise that slowly comes into focus... it is a voice. She wipes the dust from her eyes and looks up to see an elf holding a hand in her direction. She coughs lightly and takes it, pulling against it more than shaking it as she comes to her feet.
"Well this has all been very exciting. I am Gwyllen, well met Marenos." she shifts against her spear, looking a bit weak and tired. Setting both hands against the shaft of the weapon, she groans slightly at the site of sticky, dark blood running down her arm. Giving Marenos a pained half-smile, she continues. "We might as well go see what this one wants before I fall dead again. It would be nice to get somewhere this time."
Turning towards the dais, she lets out an deep croaking sound (somewhere high above, a twin sounding calls back) and icy fire of cobalt and lavender begins simmering around her feet. She limps towards the hooded figure next to the portal and coughs again, as the fine mist of frost and feathers smoking away from the fire at her feet tickling her nose. She shivers despite her warming toes, feeling ice build up around her eye lashes. It is another reminder: Every luxury comes at a cost.
"Omega... the young Tortle seems to have been sucked into the gate." she comes up next to the ancient being and places a hand under her robes, seemingly nursing a wound.
OOC - I'm not really sure how much is apparent of everyone's appearance here. Does Marenos have blue skin, web feet, a fish for an earring? LOL :-P
For my part - the basics everyone could see at first glance, Gwyllen is of medium build with olive skin and long, black hair, shiny and sleek and full of Raven feathers. Her skin is light olive and weather worn from the road, and her eyes never seem to stay the same color. She is still pleasant to look upon, despite her unruly traveler aesthetic. Her cloak is orange and black with a frill of dense black feathers. Her clothing and boots are blackened, soft leather. A bandoleer of miscellaneous items hangs around her torso, bouncing in and out of view under her cloak. Her short spear seems to be more utilitarian than weaponized and its shaft is beaten and splintered, leather bands wrapped around it with large black wing-tip feathers hang heavy around the blade.
Those around her may at times have an uneasy feeling, like the hair standing on the back on their neck and nausea or headaches. At other times, they may find themselves having feelings of un-sourced good will and joy. There seems to be an energy about her that saps into nearby folks.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
At the initial blast of the energies from the gate, Kanrath attempted to backpedal somewhat from interposing where The Lonely stood. However, it is difficult for one with a frame as big as he to easily do so. He feels somewhat stunned, expecting terrible pain from blasts of such magnitude. His muscles tense in his arms, but it changes instead to this surge of energy. Be this a symbol from My Lady? He thinks initially, before falling back into the room, staggering to his feet.
Kanrath, upon seeing the skeletal hand, first has the impression that this is one that is in need of sending and instinctively goes to touch the symbol upon his chest. However, something in his mind stops him. This one speaks of Our Lady, perhaps they are also one who follow the tenants he swore himself to not too long ago. He then looks to the aquatic half-elf he is beside, leaning down a little to offer a firm hand. "Kanrath." He replies simply for introductions.
His attention is then brought to the conversation between Gwyllen and the one she calls Omega. "It appears you are familiar with this place, Gwyllen." He attempts to make mental note of these names. "...and with this Omega." His attention turns to the cloaked figure, he keeps his shield at the ready, praying to himself for a second that he is making the right decision to speak first. "What the feathered woman speaks is true. From what I saw, the tortle disappeared into the cleft behind you, wherever that leads."
Just checking, does Gwyllen actually look physically wounded, or it is more a fatigue setting in based on her description?
If required, Medicine: 13
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Noctis cracked his shoulders with a groaning sigh, as he stood up from the blast. His eyes narrowed to the others around him as a smirk played on his lips. However, when he spotted the sudden arrival of the boney looking man, he chuckled, "Looks like this day just keeps getting more and more interesting~"
His eyes turn over to Marenos with a raised amused eyebrow and smile, "Personally, I'd like to think meeting someone over a drink, followed by a night of passion, is the best way to get to know them. But to each their own~...speaking of which." Nocti's eyes travel to everyone else, giving a wide smile as he gives a large flamboyant mock bow, "Pleasure to meet you all. Noctis Pulchra~ How we can get along~" He throws a wink to the female members of the party.(TDLR: yes, he's a major flirt. I apologize in advance XD)
Noctis is a strange looking man. His skin was a dark, almost steel grey, paired with long tied back hair that showed a pair of broken off horns. His Crimson irises seemed to be smiling as his devilish pupils seemed to burn with something else deeper inside. He was pretty handsome looking, with a lean build and graceful movements.
Gwyllen turns to acknowledge Kanrath and nods in greeting and agreement before turning back to Omega, trying to hide how she winces in pain. “I saw no sign of the Ancient Shaman of Jaci, but there was a large horse attached to a leashed creature. I honestly think it may have just wanted a hug…. I do hope little Arnack is alright.”
Out of nowhere, a blur of black snaps from the sky, hitting Gwyllen solidly between the shoulder blades and causing her to gasp and stumble before shaking her head with the look of a broken woman. The feathers around her cloaked shoulders rustle and pulse as a decided corvid beak worms its way out of the mass. Feathers begin to elongate and move as the head fully extends from the cloak and a raven materializes piece by piece, its full form coming to rest on Gwyllen’s shoulder.
Fiachra the Spirit Raven lets out a rolling, low bark and flaps its wings, smacking Gwyllen rudely in the head before uttering an infuriating laughing noise.
“Is it really necessary for you to try and kill me every time you make an appearance?” Gwyllen groans.
Her eyes are drawn to the sky and gate around her looking for the other Ravens. Her expression is apprehensive.
I’ll let the DM what Kanrath can glean about the way Gwyllen is wounded. Nice roll!
It obvious she is in pain from the way she is limping and holding herself under her cloak, plus the bloody hand.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Gwyllen sighs and looks back towards the group, giving Noctis a once over and a weak smile. This one is going to get us all in trouble, but I could use a good roll through the leaves, she thinks. She finds his broken horns strangely alluring. Despite the pain, which she is quite used to, she shudders a bit at the thought. It's been far too long. A wave a energy begins crackling around her, sending a sense of good feelings towards everyone nearby.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys