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.
"Please forgive our ignorance oh lord, brave Zephyros is a very honourable man and was merely keeping the amulet safe. I am sure you would want to hold it oh lord."Rasziel says in a near desperate attempt to keep the peace, and the bearded warrior feels how the amulet is slowly lifted and floats over to the fallen paladin.
Persuasion: 12 Another roll if help action is provided: 25 (Mage hand)
"Wait!"Meirasays quickly, as the amulet stats to float away from old warrior. Scanning the room, her eyes come to rest on Rasziel casting his spell. Rolling her eyes at him she turns back to what remains for Lord Kithran. "Take the amulet if you must. Your lady Vyldara left it behind when she finally was free from this place. But it is only right that this man here take it up." She glances briefly to Zephyros. "It was with some difficulty that he chose to share his own grief over his own losses. He gave greatly of himself to see that she would be free."
Again, she looks back at the dwarf lord. "You do not need the amulet. And I have to believe that in letting yourself finally go from this place, perhaps you and Vyldara can again be united."
Zephyros instinctively raises shield and trident as the undead leader approaches him. Forgetting the amulet rested around his neck, the bearded warrior looks down only to see it rising to lift up and off of him. The armored warrior shifts his trident to his other hand and grabs the amulet before it floats away from him. Holding the amulet in front of him, Zephyros says, "A beautiful moonstone amulet. One worthy of a queen. Of course this amulet belongs to you my Lord." He offers the amulet to Lord Kithran with a slight bow. His nervousness increasing as the undead warriors brush past him and out the northern exit. "Of course, if you would entrust it to me, I would ensure it was given a place of honor among the living so all may remember the sacrifice she made for you and your kin." Zephyros nods in appreciation at Rasziel's comment.
"Thank you for your gracious agreement for us to utilize your halls as a sanctuary against the dragon menace we're currently dealing with." Ironheart says in follow-up after the amulet issue is resolved. Unsure of what to do, Zephyros slowly moves to put himself in between Lord Kithran and the rest of the group, gently nudging them away from the unpredictable disgraced Paladin of Bahamut.
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.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights. DM for Dragons of Icespire Peak Pbp
"Please forgive our ignorance oh lord, brave Zephyros is a very honourable man and was merely keeping the amulet safe. I am sure you would want to hold it oh lord." Rasziel says in a near desperate attempt to keep the peace, and the bearded warrior feels how the amulet is slowly lifted and floats over to the fallen paladin.
Persuasion: 12 Another roll if help action is provided: 25
(Mage hand)
"Wait!" Meira says quickly, as the amulet stats to float away from old warrior. Scanning the room, her eyes come to rest on Rasziel casting his spell. Rolling her eyes at him she turns back to what remains for Lord Kithran. "Take the amulet if you must. Your lady Vyldara left it behind when she finally was free from this place. But it is only right that this man here take it up." She glances briefly to Zephyros. "It was with some difficulty that he chose to share his own grief over his own losses. He gave greatly of himself to see that she would be free."
Again, she looks back at the dwarf lord. "You do not need the amulet. And I have to believe that in letting yourself finally go from this place, perhaps you and Vyldara can again be united."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Zephyros instinctively raises shield and trident as the undead leader approaches him. Forgetting the amulet rested around his neck, the bearded warrior looks down only to see it rising to lift up and off of him. The armored warrior shifts his trident to his other hand and grabs the amulet before it floats away from him. Holding the amulet in front of him, Zephyros says, "A beautiful moonstone amulet. One worthy of a queen. Of course this amulet belongs to you my Lord." He offers the amulet to Lord Kithran with a slight bow. His nervousness increasing as the undead warriors brush past him and out the northern exit. "Of course, if you would entrust it to me, I would ensure it was given a place of honor among the living so all may remember the sacrifice she made for you and your kin." Zephyros nods in appreciation at Rasziel's comment.
"Thank you for your gracious agreement for us to utilize your halls as a sanctuary against the dragon menace we're currently dealing with." Ironheart says in follow-up after the amulet issue is resolved. Unsure of what to do, Zephyros slowly moves to put himself in between Lord Kithran and the rest of the group, gently nudging them away from the unpredictable disgraced Paladin of Bahamut.
Persuasion: 16
Or helping Rasziel