Slipping through the passage, Bründir finally finds his way to a fight with sword in hand. A cultist had been brutalized by Valaith's assault and left a perfect opportunity for the dwarf. Despite a wide opening, the cultist's arm interposed itself andncaught Bründir's blade. The mighty swing ran flat and the blade's flat clipped the man's head. A solid gash and a visibly stunning cultist was now harried by two opponents.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Val snarls at the cowardice of the Dragonborn as she suddenly flee from the fight. She gasps as the spirits assail her once again, draining her energy; however, the cold rage that simmers beneath the surface pushes her onward! The air around her is starting to feel cold to those around her as she swings her hammer with a grunt and crushes the skull of a cultist! Before she can turn her attention to the next target, she spots that same strange sparking energy shootin up the handle again... she almost drops the weapon in fear it had something to do with the same energy she spotted on the Dragonborn until she suddenly feels envigorated... and she lets out out a terrible, mirthless laugh that echoes in the tight confines of the cavern!
As the cultist fall thanks to the assault of Val, Thurston sees an opening to go after the conjurer. He moves forward, using his shoulder to push the cultist that is trying to cover his leader and raises his hammer to hit the masked one again. But the culist focused his dark energies around the paladin and the great men felt the cold touch of the spirits trying to rip his souls apart. With a scream of pure rage and determination, the paladin hits the leader again, reaching his chest this time. He could hear how the cultist was drained of air from the impact, but he was still able to stand.
“Your foul magics will not help you this time. You are going to die.” He says to the masked leader.
Seeing Val looking quite worse for wear, Vark begins to move closer, intending to hand her one of the healing potions Brundir had trusted him with. But by the time he reaches the melee, he witnesses Val seemingly invigorated by the strange energy circling her maul. Instead of pulling out the glass bottle he was reaching for, he pulls out his hand now crackling with lightning and thrusts it towards the nearest cultist, a surprised smile spreading as the enemy drops.
Another cultist dashes forwards from the tunnel to the left, slipping past Dorno and interposing himself between the druid and the cultist leader.
"Protect the boss!" he shouts, taking up a protective stance between the two of them... before twirling his short blade in his hand and jamming it backwards, up between the masked man's ribs. He gurgles, twitches and then blood begins to run from his mouth as he falls slack to the floor.
The other cultists stare in shock, before letting out a battle cry and swinging their own blades at the traitor. Slashing brutally at him in a relentless onslaught.
“Wait.. what?!” Exclaims Thurston surprised that one of the cultist has killed the cojurer. He would not complain though and will engage one of the cultist that are trying to avenge their leader against the traitor.
Dorno tries to be brave amidst the chaos despite having taken a hit that knocked him from his bestial form. He furrows his brow and casts a spell on his quarterstaff, causing it to glow a faint green for just a second. With that he swings at the nearest cultist and proclaims “you’re scary, and not very nice!”
"Don' go chatting with'em, just take'em down!" Bründir swings his blade following Dorno, but the cultist is able to catch it in a hard, static parry.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Val turns towards the traitorous cultist with a wear glance, her words slurred slight from the still fresh wound around her mouth. "I don't know who you are, but thank you for your aid! Let us finish them all!" With that she steps onto the broken body of the cultist at her feet and sets up a flanking position with Dorno as she slams her hammer hard into the cultist between them! He man barely parries the heavier hammer with a blow that causes the handle to impact into his shoulder instead of the deadly metal head! The cultist grunts with the impact as it jars him hard, but not quite wounding the man!
Vark's icy ray sails high over the melee this time, as he endeavours not to hit any of his allies again.
Fighting back to back and seeing that they are surrounded, the cultists drop their blades and turn to face each other. The reach up and grasp each other's hands, entwining their fingers together as they begin to chant in their foul tongue once more. Black smoke rises up out of the stony floor, swirling about them as they slowly sink to their knees.
The stranger nods an acknowledgement at Val, grins at Dorno, as he takes his short sword, raises it above the kneeling cultist and plunges it down through the space between his neck and collarbone, severing the carotid artery.
"Well met Dorno Shapechanger. Perhaps I can be of some aid here."
He pulls his sword free, using his leg for leverage as the cultists body slumps to the ground, releasing gradually weaker spurts of crimson from the hole in it's neck.
As the injured cultist dies with a gurgled death rattle, the black mist that had arisen around the pair wraps viciously about his surviving ally. Dark scratches stamp a circle of carved marks in the stone of the floor around him and he spits blood as his eyes mist over black.
"Not that shite agin!" Bründir's fervor - or possibly ignorance - made him disregard any sense of danger from the demonic circle. Driving an end of his sword's hanguard low, the blunt metal point drove the possessed cultist's knee to the floor. Whipping the blade back up, Bründir's arms worked a terrible arc that planted his weapon up through the foe's neck where it stopped at the jaw.
Wrenching free of the corpse, the dwarf spat at the dead congregation, "An' stay dead, ye sorry demon-f***ed, stone-shitters!" Bründir's fury didn't last long as the foreign sight of so much corruption and death overcame him. A dozen breaths didn't pass before his was heaving in a corner.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As Bründir's sword cleaves open the front of the cultist's throat, it releases the cloud of black smoke from its vessel. The tip of the blade glows briefly with a golden light as it comes into contact with the darkness, and the cavern is filled with the sound of a piercing shriek. A dull rumbling noise echoes around the caves and, with a whoosh like the sea hitting rocks, the smoke is dragged from the man's corpse in a small tornado and flies off up the tunnel to the right.
Bründir is left heaving against the rocky wall, a single rune on the hilt of his weapon softly glowing at his side.
After voiding the small contents of his stomach, Bründir finally notices the rune etched to the hilt of his blade, "That's a new one...Oi! Anybody know what in th'Hells this is? Don' want demon arses stuck t'my sword."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Slipping through the passage, Bründir finally finds his way to a fight with sword in hand. A cultist had been brutalized by Valaith's assault and left a perfect opportunity for the dwarf. Despite a wide opening, the cultist's arm interposed itself andncaught Bründir's blade. The mighty swing ran flat and the blade's flat clipped the man's head. A solid gash and a visibly stunning cultist was now harried by two opponents.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Val snarls at the cowardice of the Dragonborn as she suddenly flee from the fight. She gasps as the spirits assail her once again, draining her energy; however, the cold rage that simmers beneath the surface pushes her onward! The air around her is starting to feel cold to those around her as she swings her hammer with a grunt and crushes the skull of a cultist! Before she can turn her attention to the next target, she spots that same strange sparking energy shootin up the handle again... she almost drops the weapon in fear it had something to do with the same energy she spotted on the Dragonborn until she suddenly feels envigorated... and she lets out out a terrible, mirthless laugh that echoes in the tight confines of the cavern!
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
As the cultist fall thanks to the assault of Val, Thurston sees an opening to go after the conjurer. He moves forward, using his shoulder to push the cultist that is trying to cover his leader and raises his hammer to hit the masked one again. But the culist focused his dark energies around the paladin and the great men felt the cold touch of the spirits trying to rip his souls apart. With a scream of pure rage and determination, the paladin hits the leader again, reaching his chest this time. He could hear how the cultist was drained of air from the impact, but he was still able to stand.
“Your foul magics will not help you this time. You are going to die.” He says to the masked leader.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Seeing Val looking quite worse for wear, Vark begins to move closer, intending to hand her one of the healing potions Brundir had trusted him with. But by the time he reaches the melee, he witnesses Val seemingly invigorated by the strange energy circling her maul. Instead of pulling out the glass bottle he was reaching for, he pulls out his hand now crackling with lightning and thrusts it towards the nearest cultist, a surprised smile spreading as the enemy drops.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Another cultist dashes forwards from the tunnel to the left, slipping past Dorno and interposing himself between the druid and the cultist leader.
"Protect the boss!" he shouts, taking up a protective stance between the two of them... before twirling his short blade in his hand and jamming it backwards, up between the masked man's ribs. He gurgles, twitches and then blood begins to run from his mouth as he falls slack to the floor.
The other cultists stare in shock, before letting out a battle cry and swinging their own blades at the traitor. Slashing brutally at him in a relentless onslaught.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
“Wait.. what?!” Exclaims Thurston surprised that one of the cultist has killed the cojurer. He would not complain though and will engage one of the cultist that are trying to avenge their leader against the traitor.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Dorno tries to be brave amidst the chaos despite having taken a hit that knocked him from his bestial form. He furrows his brow and casts a spell on his quarterstaff, causing it to glow a faint green for just a second. With that he swings at the nearest cultist and proclaims “you’re scary, and not very nice!”
"Don' go chatting with'em, just take'em down!" Bründir swings his blade following Dorno, but the cultist is able to catch it in a hard, static parry.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Val turns towards the traitorous cultist with a wear glance, her words slurred slight from the still fresh wound around her mouth. "I don't know who you are, but thank you for your aid! Let us finish them all!" With that she steps onto the broken body of the cultist at her feet and sets up a flanking position with Dorno as she slams her hammer hard into the cultist between them! He man barely parries the heavier hammer with a blow that causes the handle to impact into his shoulder instead of the deadly metal head! The cultist grunts with the impact as it jars him hard, but not quite wounding the man!
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Thurston moves towards the cultist that Val has just hitted and slams his warhammer into the man's ribs, making him spit some blood.
" We will not let these evil to continue..." he says to the two remaining cultist.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Vark's icy ray sails high over the melee this time, as he endeavours not to hit any of his allies again.
Fighting back to back and seeing that they are surrounded, the cultists drop their blades and turn to face each other. The reach up and grasp each other's hands, entwining their fingers together as they begin to chant in their foul tongue once more. Black smoke rises up out of the stony floor, swirling about them as they slowly sink to their knees.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"Stop them!" says Thurston as he swings his warhammer once more trying to avoid the cultist to summon another foul creature or spell.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Dorno looks over at the cultist who seems to have just betrayed his group. "Are you our friend now? You can call me Dorno."
At that the firbolg continues fighting, not wanting to let his friends down, and reaches out and whacks the cultist between and and Val.
OOC: 21 to hit, 8 damage with shillelagh
Dorno's staff thumps the man hard in the leg, almost sending it buckling from beneath him.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
The stranger nods an acknowledgement at Val, grins at Dorno, as he takes his short sword, raises it above the kneeling cultist and plunges it down through the space between his neck and collarbone, severing the carotid artery.
"Well met Dorno Shapechanger. Perhaps I can be of some aid here."
He pulls his sword free, using his leg for leverage as the cultists body slumps to the ground, releasing gradually weaker spurts of crimson from the hole in it's neck.
As the injured cultist dies with a gurgled death rattle, the black mist that had arisen around the pair wraps viciously about his surviving ally. Dark scratches stamp a circle of carved marks in the stone of the floor around him and he spits blood as his eyes mist over black.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"Not that shite agin!" Bründir's fervor - or possibly ignorance - made him disregard any sense of danger from the demonic circle. Driving an end of his sword's hanguard low, the blunt metal point drove the possessed cultist's knee to the floor. Whipping the blade back up, Bründir's arms worked a terrible arc that planted his weapon up through the foe's neck where it stopped at the jaw.
Wrenching free of the corpse, the dwarf spat at the dead congregation, "An' stay dead, ye sorry demon-f***ed, stone-shitters!" Bründir's fury didn't last long as the foreign sight of so much corruption and death overcame him. A dozen breaths didn't pass before his was heaving in a corner.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the melee dies down, Vark mostly seems interested in the cultist-bretrayer. "W-what are you doing here? Why did you help us?" he says in suspicion.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
As Bründir's sword cleaves open the front of the cultist's throat, it releases the cloud of black smoke from its vessel. The tip of the blade glows briefly with a golden light as it comes into contact with the darkness, and the cavern is filled with the sound of a piercing shriek. A dull rumbling noise echoes around the caves and, with a whoosh like the sea hitting rocks, the smoke is dragged from the man's corpse in a small tornado and flies off up the tunnel to the right.
Bründir is left heaving against the rocky wall, a single rune on the hilt of his weapon softly glowing at his side.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
After voiding the small contents of his stomach, Bründir finally notices the rune etched to the hilt of his blade, "That's a new one...Oi! Anybody know what in th'Hells this is? Don' want demon arses stuck t'my sword."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero