Lady Alisande stares in awe, the hairs on the nape of her neck rising as she beholds this ancient oathsworn of Bahamut, who forsook his solemn pledges for love and fell into darkness and undeath. Instinctively, she begins floating towards the ceiling of the throne-room. She looks impressed by Meira's oratory, and it shakes her out of her momentary stupefaction.
"There can be no retrocession in the river of time, no resurrection for those you slew. But penitence has never required the erasure of one's transgressions. It begins in that most simplest of fashions - by taking a different course in the here and now."
"Lord Kithran Emberforge - is time your vigil comes to a close, and this realm be renewed under new stewardship, a haven for the fearful and dispossessed, as it always should have been."
"We pledge to you that we will free this land under the mountain of the curse that befell it so long ago. Whatever its provenance, we swear to purify Axeholm of it, corridor by corridor, hall by hall."
"My companion speaks truth. Know that your Vyldara has attained some small measure of peace after many long centuries of mourning. She yearned for the moonlight, and I believe she has it at last. She is waiting for you... on the other side, if only you will relinquish your hammer and seize a different destiny."
ACTION: Help. To Meira, should the persuasion roll not be enough.
The young dark-haired purple-robed and ususally quite cautious man with the sinister-looking scar groans quietly to himself as he suddenly finds himself surrounded by undead enemies, but with the negotiations taken well care of by the stylish bard, he discreetly readies himself to burst aloft and away from the dwarven armoured skeletal warriors. He didn't blame the others for appealing to whatever goodness and decency was left with the fallen bahamutan paladin but somehow he sensed that this time words would not quite cut it.
Zephyroshad foolishly believed the skeletal warriors now surrounding the party were macabre statues at first and paid them no mind as he walked past them to stand before the throne of Axeholm. Only after Lord Kithran spoke and the warriors began to move had the battle hardened veteran recognized the danger they were in. Listening to Meira take the lead in talking, his admiration for the rogue increased.
Moving to the northern double door, Ironheart opens it, giving the party an open exit should hostilities commence.
Lord Kithran stares at Meira with glowing ember eyes that seem to consider her words for a long moment. The disgraced Paladin of Bahamut stands from his throne, placing his helm on in the process. His warhammer rests at his side firmly gripped in his gauntleted hand. Returning to look at Meira, he says, "My love has finally found rest. I thank you for this. She was my moon and stars. You say these halls are needed once more, but they are desecrated, forgotten, cursed."
He takes a few steps down from the throne dais. Lord Kithran and looks up to Alisande as she floats 15' off the floor and says, "Moonlight, yes. My Love Vyldara missed it so..." He walks up to Meira, stopping just short and says, "Very well. These halls will once again be opened to the living. They are not yet safe. I will send my guard to purge the last remaining denizens from these halls." The disgraced Paladin of Bahamut gazes past the rogue at Zephyros as he opens the northern double door. "You wear her amulet." He pushes past Meira nearly knocking the rogue down in the process to engage with Zephyros. A gauntleted hand comes up to grab the amulet but stops short as he waits for a reply. His eyes burn a bit brighter and white flames wreath the warhammer.
The skeletal warriors begin funneling out of the room via the northern double doors. Brushing past the trident wielding warrior as they go. Two skeletal guards remain standing next to the throne, each wielding shield and spear.
Lyra,
You never paid to close attention in your classes, and the thought of facing undead back then seemed incredibly unlikely at the time. However, Lord Kithran does remind you of one such undead that was discussed that you distinctly remember your instructor speaking about with a reverence that bordered on fear. This dwarf reminds you of a death knight.
Lady Alisande stares in awe, the hairs on the nape of her neck rising as she beholds this ancient oathsworn of Bahamut, who forsook his solemn pledges for love and fell into darkness and undeath. Instinctively, she begins floating towards the ceiling of the throne-room. She looks impressed by Meira's oratory, and it shakes her out of her momentary stupefaction.
"There can be no retrocession in the river of time, no resurrection for those you slew. But penitence has never required the erasure of one's transgressions. It begins in that most simplest of fashions - by taking a different course in the here and now."
"Lord Kithran Emberforge - is time your vigil comes to a close, and this realm be renewed under new stewardship, a haven for the fearful and dispossessed, as it always should have been."
"We pledge to you that we will free this land under the mountain of the curse that befell it so long ago. Whatever its provenance, we swear to purify Axeholm of it, corridor by corridor, hall by hall."
"My companion speaks truth. Know that your Vyldara has attained some small measure of peace after many long centuries of mourning. She yearned for the moonlight, and I believe she has it at last. She is waiting for you... on the other side, if only you will relinquish your hammer and seize a different destiny."
ACTION: Help. To Meira, should the persuasion roll not be enough.
The young dark-haired purple-robed and ususally quite cautious man with the sinister-looking scar groans quietly to himself as he suddenly finds himself surrounded by undead enemies, but with the negotiations taken well care of by the stylish bard, he discreetly readies himself to burst aloft and away from the dwarven armoured skeletal warriors. He didn't blame the others for appealing to whatever goodness and decency was left with the fallen bahamutan paladin but somehow he sensed that this time words would not quite cut it.
Zephyros had foolishly believed the skeletal warriors now surrounding the party were macabre statues at first and paid them no mind as he walked past them to stand before the throne of Axeholm. Only after Lord Kithran spoke and the warriors began to move had the battle hardened veteran recognized the danger they were in. Listening to Meira take the lead in talking, his admiration for the rogue increased.
Moving to the northern double door, Ironheart opens it, giving the party an open exit should hostilities commence.
Lord Kithran stares at Meira with glowing ember eyes that seem to consider her words for a long moment. The disgraced Paladin of Bahamut stands from his throne, placing his helm on in the process. His warhammer rests at his side firmly gripped in his gauntleted hand. Returning to look at Meira, he says, "My love has finally found rest. I thank you for this. She was my moon and stars. You say these halls are needed once more, but they are desecrated, forgotten, cursed."
He takes a few steps down from the throne dais. Lord Kithran and looks up to Alisande as she floats 15' off the floor and says, "Moonlight, yes. My Love Vyldara missed it so..." He walks up to Meira, stopping just short and says, "Very well. These halls will once again be opened to the living. They are not yet safe. I will send my guard to purge the last remaining denizens from these halls." The disgraced Paladin of Bahamut gazes past the rogue at Zephyros as he opens the northern double door. "You wear her amulet." He pushes past Meira nearly knocking the rogue down in the process to engage with Zephyros. A gauntleted hand comes up to grab the amulet but stops short as he waits for a reply. His eyes burn a bit brighter and white flames wreath the warhammer.
The skeletal warriors begin funneling out of the room via the northern double doors. Brushing past the trident wielding warrior as they go. Two skeletal guards remain standing next to the throne, each wielding shield and spear.
Lyra,
You never paid to close attention in your classes, and the thought of facing undead back then seemed incredibly unlikely at the time. However, Lord Kithran does remind you of one such undead that was discussed that you distinctly remember your instructor speaking about with a reverence that bordered on fear. This dwarf reminds you of a death knight.
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