"Raziel, it is am honor to meet a fine craftsman." Raziel bows his head and then turns to his companions as he grabs the remaining solver weapons in case they are needed. "I'm ready to leave if you guys are."
"Well met, master Raziel," he says with a nod as he tugs on his beard. "Good luck against the dead! If ye' make it out alive, do return those weapons. Maybe we can all go get a drink when you return!"
"That would be wonderful. Let us pray that we do return." Raziel bows. "Till next time friend." With that Raziel leaves placing the three silver daggers in various reachable places well hidden by his vestiges.
"I'll catch up with the rest of you guys later. I have something to do." Raziel runs off towards the graveyard.
"Always running off, that one... We should get him some reins"Ed says dryly as Raziel darts out of view.
He turns to the dwarf as they leave, "Kohlin, you've been a great help, we shall return for that drink"
As soon as the group exits the armoury, Edward stops and kneels on the ground, "Excuse me for a moment, my friends" he says, as he removes his crossbow and rapier from his belt. He sets his weapons on the ground and takes a piece of cloth from his pack. He wraps the weapons in the cloth, unties a leather cord from his neck and fastens it around the cloth. A plain gold ring dangles from the leather band as Ed removes it from his person. Edward hesitates, his eyes closed and his hand resting on top of the bundle. He exhales, gently nods his head and stows the bundle of weapons in his pack.
Raziel slows his place as he makes it to the graveyard. The elf takes a deep breath and makes his way to the shrine of the Raven Queen, making sure no one is following him. Raziel pulls the cloth acting as his hood and scarf closer together to hide his face better.
"Here goes nothing Raz." The elf says to himself. "It has been a while since I've talked to her but....better to do it now than not at all."
You enter the cemetery known as the Greyfield and can almost feel the sound sucked out of the area around you. The hustle and bustle of Whitestone softens to a distant echo, the trees that surround the outer walls of the graveyard creak softly in the wind, and somewhere a dove mourns for those resting beneath the headstones and within the mausoleums. The Temple of the Dawn and its Pelorian clergy tend to the graves here, but the Altar of the Raven watches over them in a silent vigil. This small temple is rather simple in design, almost looking like a whitestone mausoleum; it would be almost indistinguishable from a burial hall if not for the two standards bearing the symbol of the Matron of Ravens flanking the front door.
You walk up the white steps to the entrance and push open the door. It creaks softly and reveals to you the dark interior. The main chamber is about 25 by 25 feet; it clearly isn't meant to house many people. A row of wooden benches rests in front of what appear to be padded kneelers. An altar draped in a white cloth supports a medium-sized icon of the Raven Queen, the dark voids where the eyes would be stare into your soul as soon as you set foot in the shrine. It is empty and absolutely silent. All you hear is your breath and footfalls as you approach.
Raziel walks into the small temple of the Raven Queen with a sigh of relief. As he does so, the elf slowly enters a meditative state removing his armor in a ceremonial fashion. Raziel kneels before the icon of his goddess and lays his armor before him. The elf begins to set his weapons down in front of him as well in a similar ceremonial fashion.
"Hear my plea Matron of Ravens, I am you're humble servant and blade against the forces that enslave the souls of the dead."
Raziel goes silent as he closes his eyes and bows forward so that his forehead nearly touches his leather armor. He holds the position for a few minutes before standing up and walking over to the bowl with blood in it. Raziel takes a breath and then puts his face into the blood releasing the breath the moment his head is fully submerged waiting to enter that familiar realm in which he found comfort in his child years.
As you dunk your head into the pool and release your breath, thick bubbles emerge and float to the surface. You inhale and feel the blood enter your lungs. The feeling is just as you remember it, painful and cold. Your body wants to cough the viscous liquid back up but you force yourself to hold it back. The light fades and the sensation in your lungs grows from cold and numb to a comforting coolness. A faint bead of glowing white appears in the distance and grows ever brighter until you find yourself standing before a gnarled tree in the middle of a massive graveyard. A single raven perches in its branches, which bend and twist down to bring the bird right before your face. It cocks its head as it examines you with beady eyes of shadowy darkness.
"You are here, just as I predicted. What is it you want, my derelict devotee?" A cold yet soothing voice asks from the mouth of the raven.
Raziel bows his head. "I ask you of your forgiveness...I failed you back in Marquet. I also wish to ask, is there anything you can give me to help fight this Wight? I do not wish to see the death of more innocent lives or the lives of my companions. Please my Queen, I know I've fallen from the path. Exiled and am no longer the Shadowblade that I once was...but I need power to fight my enemies...our enemies."
The raven stoops a bit, trying to view your face as you bow. "It is no question of forgiveness; when a thread is woven into the tapestry of fate there is no way to unravel it. What's past is past," the Matron whispers. The raven straightens its posture."Though I know how this all will come to pass, you must prove yourself through your own power and that of your compatriots. But mark this: a son of giants, a goliath, is about to cross your path. Find him and he will join you. I can help you no further. The rest is up to you."
The raven ruffles its feathers and takes to the air beyond your line of sight as the trees branches shrink back to their source; it seems the Matron is done talking. The scene fades before you to a void of blackness and you snap your head back out of the communion bowl. The blood covers your face and hair. Surprisingly, a wash basin and towel on the right side of the altar that certainly was not there before; someone must have left it for you. You clean yourself up, wash your face, say another quick prayer, and leave for the city.
As Raziel finished his prayer, he fixes his equipment so that his rapier and one silver dagger and two mundane dagger hang on his right side while two silver and a curved mundane dagger hangs on his left. His bow, quiver, and longsword are strapped to his back. Raziel fixed the cloth he uses as a hood to cover his shoulders, mouth, and act as a hood.
Pleased with how he looks, Raziel leaves the temple and glances at Codric, "I thought you were a worshiper of the Everlight."
“And I am, but I didn’t wanted to disturb you, neither the Raven Queen by... tresspasing into her temple while your were performing a sacred ritual dedicated to her. “ he adjusts his armor “ Well... are we ready? We should get going. How do we are going to reach our destination? Do we rent horses? A Wagon?”
Raziel thought on this for a second, "We find the Goliath, he will be our way out to our destintation." There was a pause,"My rituals are very sacred to me Cadric. I'd greatly appreciate it if you do not mention them to the others."
Raziel starts making his way to the same tavern he met the party at.
A small trading caravan consisting of four wagons and roughly fifteen varied beings, though mostly human, arrived at the gates to Whitestone earlier that same day. The most noticeable of the new arrivals was that of one of the guards, a grey skinned Goliath that towered over even the tallest human among them at seven feet nine inches. Draythos would approach the caravan leader after that gained entry to the city and asked how long they would be here, as well as when they planned to leave. The leader informed him that it would be several days before they left again and that if he wanted to join them again, to find them in the central market around then. With a nod and thanks for the information and his payment as a guard, the Goliath made his way into town.
Draythos' slightly glowing green eyes took in the cityscape as he wandered around, taking in the sight of a civilized city for the first time. Many of the passersby would look upon him with both curiosity and caution, as he struck an imposing sight with a bald head and black tattoo like markings running along much of his exposed skin. His fur and animal skin monk robes did little to improve his appearance, nor did the strange longsword and matching shortsword belted firmly on his left hip. The Goliath would eventually find himself standing in front of a tavern that a local had recommended to him as he was exploring.
"Journey's End," he rested his left arm on the hilts of his swords as he read the sign hanging over the door. "Doesn't look like much, but so long as it has ale." With that he ducked his head under the doorway and entered, crouching just enough to keep his head from touching the ceiling. Carefully making his way to the bar, Draythos takes an empty seat and holds up a hand. "Ale, whenever you get a sec." Shrugging off his backpack, he sets on the floor at his feet between him and the bar.
Not needing anything from the armory, Kriv decided to grab a quick warm meal at the tavern before setting off on adventure.
“CAWWW” Quoth said as the newcomer sits next to Kriv.
Kriv looks up from the borrowed book. “Oh my, you’re quite a large fellow aren’t you?” Somewhat embarrassed at his comment he nervously continues “I’m sorry, you must hear that a lot... no offense intended... My name is Kriv”
Edward makes his way to the tavern after leaving the armoury to meet with Kriv, he walks through the door and loudly announces as he enters, "Kriv, there's no time to have a meal n... Whoa, who's your new friend?" He says as he spots the Goliath sat next to his Revanite companion.
Raziel walks into Journey's End and spots Krov and the Goliath. The elf leans over to speak with Codric. "That Goliath, the matron spoke of him and said our paths would cross." The elf admitted as he walked to Kriv and the goliath pacing a hand on the shoulder of the newcomer.
"I hate to cut this short fellas but I do believe its close to time for us to leave." Raziel looks up at the strangely dressed monk. "You look like you're in need of coin, care to join us? We are going to fight some undead."
“That was an omen hard to miss...” says Codric to Raziel when they see the height and bulk of the Goliath.
He join the others with Raziel but he doesn’t speak for the moment.
One more thing, I thought that we all were heading to Raven Queen temple, not only Raziel, in that case he wouldn’t be with him sorry about that but I don’t think we need to retcon :) .
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"Raziel, it is am honor to meet a fine craftsman." Raziel bows his head and then turns to his companions as he grabs the remaining solver weapons in case they are needed. "I'm ready to leave if you guys are."
"Well met, master Raziel," he says with a nod as he tugs on his beard. "Good luck against the dead! If ye' make it out alive, do return those weapons. Maybe we can all go get a drink when you return!"
"That would be wonderful. Let us pray that we do return." Raziel bows. "Till next time friend." With that Raziel leaves placing the three silver daggers in various reachable places well hidden by his vestiges.
"I'll catch up with the rest of you guys later. I have something to do." Raziel runs off towards the graveyard.
"Always running off, that one... We should get him some reins" Ed says dryly as Raziel darts out of view.
He turns to the dwarf as they leave, "Kohlin, you've been a great help, we shall return for that drink"
As soon as the group exits the armoury, Edward stops and kneels on the ground, "Excuse me for a moment, my friends" he says, as he removes his crossbow and rapier from his belt. He sets his weapons on the ground and takes a piece of cloth from his pack. He wraps the weapons in the cloth, unties a leather cord from his neck and fastens it around the cloth. A plain gold ring dangles from the leather band as Ed removes it from his person. Edward hesitates, his eyes closed and his hand resting on top of the bundle. He exhales, gently nods his head and stows the bundle of weapons in his pack.
"Right" He says, somewhat solemnly, "Shall we, gentlemen?"
Raziel slows his place as he makes it to the graveyard. The elf takes a deep breath and makes his way to the shrine of the Raven Queen, making sure no one is following him. Raziel pulls the cloth acting as his hood and scarf closer together to hide his face better.
"Here goes nothing Raz." The elf says to himself. "It has been a while since I've talked to her but....better to do it now than not at all."
You enter the cemetery known as the Greyfield and can almost feel the sound sucked out of the area around you. The hustle and bustle of Whitestone softens to a distant echo, the trees that surround the outer walls of the graveyard creak softly in the wind, and somewhere a dove mourns for those resting beneath the headstones and within the mausoleums. The Temple of the Dawn and its Pelorian clergy tend to the graves here, but the Altar of the Raven watches over them in a silent vigil. This small temple is rather simple in design, almost looking like a whitestone mausoleum; it would be almost indistinguishable from a burial hall if not for the two standards bearing the symbol of the Matron of Ravens flanking the front door.
You walk up the white steps to the entrance and push open the door. It creaks softly and reveals to you the dark interior. The main chamber is about 25 by 25 feet; it clearly isn't meant to house many people. A row of wooden benches rests in front of what appear to be padded kneelers. An altar draped in a white cloth supports a medium-sized icon of the Raven Queen, the dark voids where the eyes would be stare into your soul as soon as you set foot in the shrine. It is empty and absolutely silent. All you hear is your breath and footfalls as you approach.
Raziel walks into the small temple of the Raven Queen with a sigh of relief. As he does so, the elf slowly enters a meditative state removing his armor in a ceremonial fashion. Raziel kneels before the icon of his goddess and lays his armor before him. The elf begins to set his weapons down in front of him as well in a similar ceremonial fashion.
"Hear my plea Matron of Ravens, I am you're humble servant and blade against the forces that enslave the souls of the dead."
Raziel goes silent as he closes his eyes and bows forward so that his forehead nearly touches his leather armor. He holds the position for a few minutes before standing up and walking over to the bowl with blood in it. Raziel takes a breath and then puts his face into the blood releasing the breath the moment his head is fully submerged waiting to enter that familiar realm in which he found comfort in his child years.
As you dunk your head into the pool and release your breath, thick bubbles emerge and float to the surface. You inhale and feel the blood enter your lungs. The feeling is just as you remember it, painful and cold. Your body wants to cough the viscous liquid back up but you force yourself to hold it back. The light fades and the sensation in your lungs grows from cold and numb to a comforting coolness. A faint bead of glowing white appears in the distance and grows ever brighter until you find yourself standing before a gnarled tree in the middle of a massive graveyard. A single raven perches in its branches, which bend and twist down to bring the bird right before your face. It cocks its head as it examines you with beady eyes of shadowy darkness.
"You are here, just as I predicted. What is it you want, my derelict devotee?" A cold yet soothing voice asks from the mouth of the raven.
Codric will wait outside the Raven Queen temple.
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Raziel bows his head. "I ask you of your forgiveness...I failed you back in Marquet. I also wish to ask, is there anything you can give me to help fight this Wight? I do not wish to see the death of more innocent lives or the lives of my companions. Please my Queen, I know I've fallen from the path. Exiled and am no longer the Shadowblade that I once was...but I need power to fight my enemies...our enemies."
The raven stoops a bit, trying to view your face as you bow. "It is no question of forgiveness; when a thread is woven into the tapestry of fate there is no way to unravel it. What's past is past," the Matron whispers. The raven straightens its posture."Though I know how this all will come to pass, you must prove yourself through your own power and that of your compatriots. But mark this: a son of giants, a goliath, is about to cross your path. Find him and he will join you. I can help you no further. The rest is up to you."
The raven ruffles its feathers and takes to the air beyond your line of sight as the trees branches shrink back to their source; it seems the Matron is done talking. The scene fades before you to a void of blackness and you snap your head back out of the communion bowl. The blood covers your face and hair. Surprisingly, a wash basin and towel on the right side of the altar that certainly was not there before; someone must have left it for you. You clean yourself up, wash your face, say another quick prayer, and leave for the city.
As Raziel finished his prayer, he fixes his equipment so that his rapier and one silver dagger and two mundane dagger hang on his right side while two silver and a curved mundane dagger hangs on his left. His bow, quiver, and longsword are strapped to his back. Raziel fixed the cloth he uses as a hood to cover his shoulders, mouth, and act as a hood.
Pleased with how he looks, Raziel leaves the temple and glances at Codric, "I thought you were a worshiper of the Everlight."
Codric nods
“And I am, but I didn’t wanted to disturb you, neither the Raven Queen by... tresspasing into her temple while your were performing a sacred ritual dedicated to her. “ he adjusts his armor “ Well... are we ready? We should get going. How do we are going to reach our destination? Do we rent horses? A Wagon?”
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Raziel thought on this for a second, "We find the Goliath, he will be our way out to our destintation." There was a pause,"My rituals are very sacred to me Cadric. I'd greatly appreciate it if you do not mention them to the others."
Raziel starts making his way to the same tavern he met the party at.
A small trading caravan consisting of four wagons and roughly fifteen varied beings, though mostly human, arrived at the gates to Whitestone earlier that same day. The most noticeable of the new arrivals was that of one of the guards, a grey skinned Goliath that towered over even the tallest human among them at seven feet nine inches. Draythos would approach the caravan leader after that gained entry to the city and asked how long they would be here, as well as when they planned to leave. The leader informed him that it would be several days before they left again and that if he wanted to join them again, to find them in the central market around then. With a nod and thanks for the information and his payment as a guard, the Goliath made his way into town.
Draythos' slightly glowing green eyes took in the cityscape as he wandered around, taking in the sight of a civilized city for the first time. Many of the passersby would look upon him with both curiosity and caution, as he struck an imposing sight with a bald head and black tattoo like markings running along much of his exposed skin. His fur and animal skin monk robes did little to improve his appearance, nor did the strange longsword and matching shortsword belted firmly on his left hip. The Goliath would eventually find himself standing in front of a tavern that a local had recommended to him as he was exploring.
"Journey's End," he rested his left arm on the hilts of his swords as he read the sign hanging over the door. "Doesn't look like much, but so long as it has ale." With that he ducked his head under the doorway and entered, crouching just enough to keep his head from touching the ceiling. Carefully making his way to the bar, Draythos takes an empty seat and holds up a hand. "Ale, whenever you get a sec." Shrugging off his backpack, he sets on the floor at his feet between him and the bar.
“Don’t worry” Codric says to Raziel.
”Wait..what Goliath?”
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Not needing anything from the armory, Kriv decided to grab a quick warm meal at the tavern before setting off on adventure.
“CAWWW” Quoth said as the newcomer sits next to Kriv.
Kriv looks up from the borrowed book. “Oh my, you’re quite a large fellow aren’t you?” Somewhat embarrassed at his comment he nervously continues “I’m sorry, you must hear that a lot... no offense intended... My name is Kriv”
Edward makes his way to the tavern after leaving the armoury to meet with Kriv, he walks through the door and loudly announces as he enters, "Kriv, there's no time to have a meal n... Whoa, who's your new friend?" He says as he spots the Goliath sat next to his Revanite companion.
Raziel walks into Journey's End and spots Krov and the Goliath. The elf leans over to speak with Codric. "That Goliath, the matron spoke of him and said our paths would cross." The elf admitted as he walked to Kriv and the goliath pacing a hand on the shoulder of the newcomer.
"I hate to cut this short fellas but I do believe its close to time for us to leave." Raziel looks up at the strangely dressed monk. "You look like you're in need of coin, care to join us? We are going to fight some undead."
“That was an omen hard to miss...” says Codric to Raziel when they see the height and bulk of the Goliath.
He join the others with Raziel but he doesn’t speak for the moment.
One more thing, I thought that we all were heading to Raven Queen temple, not only Raziel, in that case he wouldn’t be with him sorry about that but I don’t think we need to retcon :) .
PbP Character: A few ;)