"Get back," Sanchez exclaims as the other paladins begin to move forward. "Praying won't help you now but if you must die so be it," he adds. "I curse you," he adds casting action: bane DC CHAR save DC17.
Initiative 8
At the beginning of the cells however a young female cleric takes off up the stairs disappearing from sight.
OOC: I'll get a map Phade ASAP but it'll be a minute. I'm back at work then have a DR appointment then I'll be home to make it!
"The attacks. You didn't hear? The attacks happened at ALL the camps not just the White Waste! Dragons outside of Sul Na Mara and the great forest fortress at Foraris was burnt to cinders," Marion explains dumbfounded. "It's....its horrible," she adds somberly. "I pitty them...." Marion then says with a soft look at Mace. "They already executed the others. I... I wait for the Ultus herself," she adds.
After Marion explains Mace waits a moment before explaining himself.
"Oh, uh they don't keep folks they find guilty long," he explains next with a frown. "It's a bit of a quick turn over here these days," he adds with a frown.
"No - we have heard no news. We were isolated, surviving the trials of the Waste after our internment camp was destroyed. Dirty Sanchez and his lovely girlfriend Monique told us nothing whatsoever. They just shackled us and threw us down here.
"So you are saying that attacks have happened at all the camps. Might I be correct in guessing that the other attacks have, like the one that happened to us in the Waste, been a mix of human casters and dragons laying waste to the camps and killing everyone EXCEPT other human casters?"
Nicknack is getting frothed up into a real rage again.
"Might I be FURTHER correct in understanding that the solution of these high and holy humans, then, is to kill ALL the casters instead of letting us help fight this dragon cult?
"THEIR SOLUTION IS TO BEHAVE EXACTLY LIKE THE CULTISTS??? Oh wait - they invite us to a trial before they execute us. That makes it just and righteous."
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Charisma save 15 just realised those are both concentration spells - what do you want to do?
OOC: I'll drop the BA! Just got home. P.s. skin cancer biopsies SSSSUUUCCCKK, thanks 15 years of archaeological field work and I used the strongest sun cream known to man and beast!! I'm going to work ok the map tomorrow a.m. I'm a not freaked out if I'm honest just full of holes and annoyed. Sorry all hold ups guys. I'll try to update in the a.m. ASAP right now it's wine time and a crime novel from the 70s I've been trying to finish. Enjoy your evening!
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Feeling the curse take hold Hrain remains stoic, knowing attacking is his only option now, offering a brief nod to his opponent he quietly triggers the magic of his shield and it floats free if his arm whilst still remaining in position to protect him. Moving forward, but not recklessly, Hrain launches a couple of strikes at the other captain.
OOC: Did Hrain ever attuned to the shield? I don't recall that RP.
Sanchez deflects the blows with his own shield then raising his longsword he slashes:
Attack 1: 29 Damage: 11 if 20 Hrain takes an additional 7 points of dmg; plus 1 I used the wrong # STR mod
Attack 2 21 Damage: 7 if 20 Hrain takes an additional 7 points of dmg; plus 1 used tge wrong # for STR mod
BA: Sanchez then tries to knock Hrain prone with his shield bash STR DC9o . (Wrong mod) right one 21
"Submit," Sanchez shouts through gritted pearly white teeth!
OOC: It's useless for the map. We'll say 40ft wide by 60ft wide space with 5 Mystrans guards standing back and Pat 10ft away in a cell. Hrain and Sanchez are dead center in the room.
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"I don't know what part of the Empire you were brought up in but summary judgment is the mark of tge Aurelian governance," Marion replies. "You and your are casters and in aiding you Mace explains there are two Shepherds with you they are collaborators. Regardless if they believe you when you say you didn't help the Dragon cults attacks your survival to then proves your guilt. Frankly I'm shocked that anyone let alone five people could have been so lucky," she adds next her tone honest not cyclical or berating.
"She's right. Those Shepherds who took off your chains and liberated you signed their own death warrants," Mace explains frowning deeply. "What...did you say rhe color of your Dragon was again," he asks scratching his bearded chin.
Is the sword magical, if not - 6 from total damage.
Crashing to the floor the world spins for a moment for Hrain, he hears the words from Sanchez but his brain is slow to register their meaning, rolling back and surging to his feet he throws himself back into the fray, wilder now, power replacing finesse, looking to smash through his opponent's guard rather than glide past it.
As his first hit connects Hrain channel a great burst of holy might into the blade, causing a nasty looking wound. The moment seems to stretch out forever in the Sunite's mind, the shocking feeling of striking a fellow paladin robs the moment of any glory. Almost without realising the sword, still glowing fiercely slips from his fingers, the magical shield crashing to the ground, a second after.
"I submit, I lost myself for a moment and I am less for it."
Hrain kneels in submission before the Mystran captain.
"Yield your weapons and armor," Sanchez asks his expression a mix of anger and frustration his sword and shield ready as he nods to three paladins whom approach Hrain no weapons drawn but expression ranging from fury to remorse.
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"Or i guess eventhough our camp was quite the pit with a fare share of powerhungry fanatics, there was still a surprising amount of decent spirits around when comparing it to this place. Mace, you don't seem to be on of the dense ones, why are you siding with them if you realize the obvious flaws of their reasoning?" Lyra now slowly opens her eyes and rises up to grab some of the "food" they were provided with.
"That sure is some of the most bassackwards logic if I ever heard," Folzi snorts, shaking his head in the absurdity. "So everyone else that survived should be put to death as well, huh?"
"No, not the Shepherds. To my knowledge no Shepherd enlisted the aid of a caster. Only your camp. The other camps well there were mass execution of leaders and the powerful casters who survived the attacks. They were all accused of collaboration regardless of the facts," Marion explains her tone sorrowful boarding on angry. "Who ever stood after the attacks without a Shepherd or a Sister to vouche for them was killed to ensure no other resistant would stand. It's my understanding the Shepherds are certain the attacks were meant to free the casters who would be allies," she adds moving from the stool to pace. "It's all a disgusting business and I wish to be free of it. Free from the petty intrigue and social climbing," she adds her tone beginning to sound hard. "Mace I wish you to send someone to tell the Ultus I am ready," she adds as Mace frowns.
"You know she will choose Marion. You know I would help if I could," Mace replies looking sorrow as Marion becomes utterly despondent.
The day passes into night. You are feed and watered but little else in way of conversation is exchanged. In the morning everyone is raised.
The casters lead to a chamber with four silver robe clad humans. Three are male and one female. Lyra, Folzi, and Nick are among a half dozen brought from the cells along with Marion. The woman doesn't stand but she does speak as the men remain silent.
"You're evidence has been presented and you have been judged guilty as dedicated by the Empire of Aurelian the Great," the woman in the highest seat of the court. "This court has decrees you be sent to a place of execution on the mainland where your deaths can provide a balm for those who suffer in the wake of your betherens cause. You will be removed with the other guilty tomorrow. We ask now you reflect on your deeds and seek forgiveness from your betters," the Mystran replies curtly before waving the casters out.
All the casters are taken back to their cells, no response heard or entertained, having been returned they note change in Mace's mood but the dwarf remains silent taking Marion from the muscle clerics putting her gently into her cell.
"Transported! She can't even kill me herself," Marion exclaims as Mace hangs his head.
Sobbing echoes from the other cells. It's a somber mood.
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Taken from the cells at dawn Patrick and Hrain find in the courtyard a circle of priests in robes of silver. Pat and Hrain are lead into the center. Two of the priests then step forward.
"Choosing to leave their churches their records of service are to be respected. We ask that you knee now and receive the freedom you seek from your oaths," a hooded figure explains as the two priests having stepped in the center removing swords from within thier robes.
Then with a wave of their hands and the blades become spectral. Having kneeled both Pat and Hrain are met with a spectral blade plunged into their chests in their hearts! Searing pain fills their bodies as both then lose consciousness. The ceremony although brief is concluded. Both men awake later the following morning feeling strange and suffering from 2 points of exhaustion no longer posses of divine gifts given by years of training within the church. The blade having striped them of this learned divine magic power by force.
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Father Pat looks across at Hrain in the adjacent cell and says with false cheer,'well that wasn't as painful as I expected. In fact losing the leg was worse." He stands up and marches as best he can across the cell practicing a few pretend lunges and continues "looks like the Old Bastard is back."He grins at Hrain and bears his tusks "and I'm damned sure this bunch of self-righteous arseholes is going to know what hit them!"
Realising he can hear gentle sobbing from one of the nearby cells he says "Oy Niclnack, Folzi, Lyra, what happened?"
(OOC: what if any equipment does Father Pat have?)
(OOC - OK struck out irrelevant bit of the post. Content sharing worked and managed to successfully convert Father Pat to the 'Pat, - the Old Bastard - O'shannessy')'
"Well I haven't lost a limb before but I've definitely lost something Pat, there is a void, I don't have a connection to Her and I can't remember when that was last the case, you lived a life first before you found your religion, I was born into mine, I've never known another way. But, there is no time like the present to learn. I could sleep for days, but we need to find the others, I have a bad feeling we should never have let them be captured." Hrain leans back against the wall of the cell, eyes closed, controlling his breathing, trying to find calm spaces in the turmoil his soul feels.
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Not a single heartbeat after being thrown into their cell again, Lyra spins around on the spot. "Okay, I finished." She exlaims loud, contradicting the depressing mood in the chamber. "Reflecting on my deeds - check. I guess the fact that we walked around with two Shepherds without them losing their faith kinda proves us right anyway. Seeking forgiveness my ass! Those hideous hags better seek shelter!" Surprising as it might be, Lyra doesn't yet appear to be angry though. Her overall demenaour grows more energetic, as she turns to Marion. "You've got me wondering now, and excuse me if i'm barging into some private matter, but hey - we're all to be executed soon anyway. With that in mind, what was it that got you locked down here with us ostreperous sinners of guilt?"
"I was the tutor of the Ultus since childhood. My gifts of experience and magic helped council her from the first night of her command of this garrison to the night we received word that all the camps had been attacked. Even I with the gift of foresight was surprised. I had never troubled Mystra with such questions. I never imagined such a blatant disregard for life on either side would occur. Never had I dreamed that the balance of power could shift over night. They've been reminded of caster who left unchecked can do so they condemn all of us who might lead or...conspired," she explains sitting again. Although her age is no way apparent yet on her ethereal sunkissed face her movements betray her. Marion relaxes on the stool with centuries of worry in her bones. "I've seen many humans in my time in this world the first of the Aurelians but I suspect this with be my last," she adds as Mace frowns coming near the bars and putting his hand through to part Marion's hand through the bars.
"They're wrong Marion. For what it's worth I know as I am sure our Lady does you have done no wrong," Mace exclaims still patting her hand.
Dawn passes into afternoon. Meals are brought some of the sobbing stops but a faint whimpering replaces it. During the early evening meal Mace gets a visitor. A young male cleric who argues with him for awhile before simply over powering him in a struggle as Mace yields letting the man pass.
"Edmund why have you come," Marion exclaims trying to hide herself in the cell. "I don't wish your final memories of me to be in a cell," she adds a tone somber verging on anger.
"I had to see you," Edmund replies his tone desperate. "The air ship is in the harbor! They mean to load you....all of you at dawn bound for the spectacle in the new capital at Sul Na Mara. The air ship is here and it looks like a guard of Sunites directly from the Emperor's own garrison," he explains as Marion finally reemerges to take his hands.
"You shouldn't have come. Your aunt would be furious," Marion says in a soft voice as Marion then strokes his face.
Mace then clears his throat loudly as he gestures with his head towards the party.
"I must think of a way to join the detail my beloved wife," Edmund says uncaring of who hears. "I will join you...I will free you if I have to die trying," he exclaims finally as Mace sighs when the younger man and Marion kiss passionately through the bars!
OOC: the night before is above the day after below. Lyra, Folzi and Nick should wrap up any planning or discussion before I bring both halves of the party together!
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When Hrain and Pat look around they realize their in an infirmary. Two other patients lay in need a looking slight ill but also like common folk. What they notice next is a dwarven woman with a blonde beard adored with gold and jewels wearing gold armor of Sune approach them next with a critical expression.
"Well, I'm sure you ugly brute can't be the former Sunite I've come to hear about," the beautiful dwarven woman exclaims giving Pat a hard look before looking to Hrain. "You've both been given passage on my air ship east," she then says to Hrain. "I might not understand your oath breaking but I do understand the wrath of the dragon could change the stoutest of hearts," she adds next. "They haven't provided you with much by the way of gear. Both of you are to be fitted out like common foot soldiers...bandits by the looks of it," she adds motioning to a pile of things near the ends of your beds. "Oh...I'm Gilda by the way. Gilda Firebrand. I know your business but your fall from grace is my knowledge alone. I'd advise you not bandy about your former service to the other crew. I provide you safe passage as citizens of the Empire hired to supplement this escort but nothing else," she explains her expression serious. "Shall you suit up and we be on our way," she asks. "Those casters won't load themselves," she groans moving towards the exit waiting while you two don your gear.
OOC: You'll get standard equipment for fighter class plus one more weapon of your choice. Any questions please PM me!
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OOC: yeah, i was lind of trying to get there. Although every single cell of Lyra is screaming "I demand trial by combat" :D
Lyra takes a few steps back, not really paying attention to the little affair going on but rather thankful for the short distraction. "So, you dknt happen to have any plans how we'd get out of here? I certainly dont feel like being executed, nevermind being ridiculed as a spectacle. And I kind of dislike the idea of boarding an airship while theres dragons flying around trying to kill people." , she whispers over to the gnomes.
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"Get back," Sanchez exclaims as the other paladins begin to move forward. "Praying won't help you now but if you must die so be it," he adds. "I curse you," he adds casting action: bane DC CHAR save DC17.
Initiative 8
At the beginning of the cells however a young female cleric takes off up the stairs disappearing from sight.
OOC: I'll get a map Phade ASAP but it'll be a minute. I'm back at work then have a DR appointment then I'll be home to make it!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Charisma save 15 just realised those are both concentration spells - what do you want to do?
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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"No - we have heard no news. We were isolated, surviving the trials of the Waste after our internment camp was destroyed. Dirty Sanchez and his lovely girlfriend Monique told us nothing whatsoever. They just shackled us and threw us down here.
"So you are saying that attacks have happened at all the camps. Might I be correct in guessing that the other attacks have, like the one that happened to us in the Waste, been a mix of human casters and dragons laying waste to the camps and killing everyone EXCEPT other human casters?"
Nicknack is getting frothed up into a real rage again.
"Might I be FURTHER correct in understanding that the solution of these high and holy humans, then, is to kill ALL the casters instead of letting us help fight this dragon cult?
"THEIR SOLUTION IS TO BEHAVE EXACTLY LIKE THE CULTISTS??? Oh wait - they invite us to a trial before they execute us. That makes it just and righteous."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
OOC: I'll drop the BA! Just got home. P.s. skin cancer biopsies SSSSUUUCCCKK, thanks 15 years of archaeological field work and I used the strongest sun cream known to man and beast!! I'm going to work ok the map tomorrow a.m. I'm a not freaked out if I'm honest just full of holes and annoyed. Sorry all hold ups guys. I'll try to update in the a.m. ASAP right now it's wine time and a crime novel from the 70s I've been trying to finish. Enjoy your evening!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Feeling the curse take hold Hrain remains stoic, knowing attacking is his only option now, offering a brief nod to his opponent he quietly triggers the magic of his shield and it floats free if his arm whilst still remaining in position to protect him. Moving forward, but not recklessly, Hrain launches a couple of strikes at the other captain.
Attack 23 - Bane 3 for 7 + 2 for Divine Favour
Attack 18 - Bane 4 for 11 + 1 for Divine Favor
Edit: shakes head sadly
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Did Hrain ever attuned to the shield? I don't recall that RP.
Sanchez deflects the blows with his own shield then raising his longsword he slashes:
Attack 1: 29 Damage: 11 if 20 Hrain takes an additional 7 points of dmg; plus 1 I used the wrong # STR mod
Attack 2 21 Damage: 7 if 20 Hrain takes an additional 7 points of dmg; plus 1 used tge wrong # for STR mod
BA: Sanchez then tries to knock Hrain prone with his shield bash STR DC
9o . (Wrong mod) right one 21"Submit," Sanchez shouts through gritted pearly white teeth!
OOC: It's useless for the map. We'll say 40ft wide by 60ft wide space with 5 Mystrans guards standing back and Pat 10ft away in a cell. Hrain and Sanchez are dead center in the room.
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"I don't know what part of the Empire you were brought up in but summary judgment is the mark of tge Aurelian governance," Marion replies. "You and your are casters and in aiding you Mace explains there are two Shepherds with you they are collaborators. Regardless if they believe you when you say you didn't help the Dragon cults attacks your survival to then proves your guilt. Frankly I'm shocked that anyone let alone five people could have been so lucky," she adds next her tone honest not cyclical or berating.
"She's right. Those Shepherds who took off your chains and liberated you signed their own death warrants," Mace explains frowning deeply. "What...did you say rhe color of your Dragon was again," he asks scratching his bearded chin.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Shield bash Str check 5
Concentration on Divine Favor 17
Is the sword magical, if not - 6 from total damage.
Crashing to the floor the world spins for a moment for Hrain, he hears the words from Sanchez but his brain is slow to register their meaning, rolling back and surging to his feet he throws himself back into the fray, wilder now, power replacing finesse, looking to smash through his opponent's guard rather than glide past it.
Attack 15 - 3 for 12 magical slashing damage + 2 radiant damage
Attack 26 - 1 for 6 magical slashing damage + 2 radiant damage
Smite using level 3 slot radiant damage 20
As his first hit connects Hrain channel a great burst of holy might into the blade, causing a nasty looking wound. The moment seems to stretch out forever in the Sunite's mind, the shocking feeling of striking a fellow paladin robs the moment of any glory. Almost without realising the sword, still glowing fiercely slips from his fingers, the magical shield crashing to the ground, a second after.
"I submit, I lost myself for a moment and I am less for it."
Hrain kneels in submission before the Mystran captain.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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OOC: Yes, the sword is magical.
"Yield your weapons and armor," Sanchez asks his expression a mix of anger and frustration his sword and shield ready as he nods to three paladins whom approach Hrain no weapons drawn but expression ranging from fury to remorse.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Or i guess eventhough our camp was quite the pit with a fare share of powerhungry fanatics, there was still a surprising amount of decent spirits around when comparing it to this place. Mace, you don't seem to be on of the dense ones, why are you siding with them if you realize the obvious flaws of their reasoning?" Lyra now slowly opens her eyes and rises up to grab some of the "food" they were provided with.
"That sure is some of the most bassackwards logic if I ever heard," Folzi snorts, shaking his head in the absurdity. "So everyone else that survived should be put to death as well, huh?"
"It was a white that hit our camp."
"No, not the Shepherds. To my knowledge no Shepherd enlisted the aid of a caster. Only your camp. The other camps well there were mass execution of leaders and the powerful casters who survived the attacks. They were all accused of collaboration regardless of the facts," Marion explains her tone sorrowful boarding on angry. "Who ever stood after the attacks without a Shepherd or a Sister to vouche for them was killed to ensure no other resistant would stand. It's my understanding the Shepherds are certain the attacks were meant to free the casters who would be allies," she adds moving from the stool to pace. "It's all a disgusting business and I wish to be free of it. Free from the petty intrigue and social climbing," she adds her tone beginning to sound hard. "Mace I wish you to send someone to tell the Ultus I am ready," she adds as Mace frowns.
"You know she will choose Marion. You know I would help if I could," Mace replies looking sorrow as Marion becomes utterly despondent.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
The day passes into night. You are feed and watered but little else in way of conversation is exchanged. In the morning everyone is raised.
The casters lead to a chamber with four silver robe clad humans. Three are male and one female. Lyra, Folzi, and Nick are among a half dozen brought from the cells along with Marion. The woman doesn't stand but she does speak as the men remain silent.
"You're evidence has been presented and you have been judged guilty as dedicated by the Empire of Aurelian the Great," the woman in the highest seat of the court. "This court has decrees you be sent to a place of execution on the mainland where your deaths can provide a balm for those who suffer in the wake of your betherens cause. You will be removed with the other guilty tomorrow. We ask now you reflect on your deeds and seek forgiveness from your betters," the Mystran replies curtly before waving the casters out.
All the casters are taken back to their cells, no response heard or entertained, having been returned they note change in Mace's mood but the dwarf remains silent taking Marion from the muscle clerics putting her gently into her cell.
"Transported! She can't even kill me herself," Marion exclaims as Mace hangs his head.
Sobbing echoes from the other cells. It's a somber mood.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Taken from the cells at dawn Patrick and Hrain find in the courtyard a circle of priests in robes of silver. Pat and Hrain are lead into the center. Two of the priests then step forward.
"Choosing to leave their churches their records of service are to be respected. We ask that you knee now and receive the freedom you seek from your oaths," a hooded figure explains as the two priests having stepped in the center removing swords from within thier robes.
Then with a wave of their hands and the blades become spectral. Having kneeled both Pat and Hrain are met with a spectral blade plunged into their chests in their hearts! Searing pain fills their bodies as both then lose consciousness. The ceremony although brief is concluded. Both men awake later the following morning feeling strange and suffering from 2 points of exhaustion no longer posses of divine gifts given by years of training within the church. The blade having striped them of this learned divine magic power by force.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Father Pat looks across at Hrain in the adjacent cell and says with false cheer, 'well that wasn't as painful as I expected. In fact losing the leg was worse." He stands up and marches as best he can across the cell practicing a few pretend lunges and continues "looks like the Old Bastard is back." He grins at Hrain and bears his tusks "and I'm damned sure this bunch of self-righteous arseholes is going to know what hit them!"
Realising he can hear gentle sobbing from one of the nearby cells he says "Oy Niclnack, Folzi, Lyra, what happened?"(OOC: what if any equipment does Father Pat have?)
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
OOC: You're in the cells in the garrison for the SoTs. You're not with the casters. Y'all essentially are waking up the next day.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: You both have none. You're also in a completely different area from the casters not the same hence the separation of the posts.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(OOC - OK struck out irrelevant bit of the post. Content sharing worked and managed to successfully convert Father Pat to the 'Pat, - the Old Bastard - O'shannessy')'
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
"Well I haven't lost a limb before but I've definitely lost something Pat, there is a void, I don't have a connection to Her and I can't remember when that was last the case, you lived a life first before you found your religion, I was born into mine, I've never known another way. But, there is no time like the present to learn. I could sleep for days, but we need to find the others, I have a bad feeling we should never have let them be captured." Hrain leans back against the wall of the cell, eyes closed, controlling his breathing, trying to find calm spaces in the turmoil his soul feels.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Not a single heartbeat after being thrown into their cell again, Lyra spins around on the spot. "Okay, I finished." She exlaims loud, contradicting the depressing mood in the chamber. "Reflecting on my deeds - check. I guess the fact that we walked around with two Shepherds without them losing their faith kinda proves us right anyway. Seeking forgiveness my ass! Those hideous hags better seek shelter!" Surprising as it might be, Lyra doesn't yet appear to be angry though. Her overall demenaour grows more energetic, as she turns to Marion. "You've got me wondering now, and excuse me if i'm barging into some private matter, but hey - we're all to be executed soon anyway. With that in mind, what was it that got you locked down here with us ostreperous sinners of guilt?"
Mace looks hard at Lyra but Marion waves him off.
"I was the tutor of the Ultus since childhood. My gifts of experience and magic helped council her from the first night of her command of this garrison to the night we received word that all the camps had been attacked. Even I with the gift of foresight was surprised. I had never troubled Mystra with such questions. I never imagined such a blatant disregard for life on either side would occur. Never had I dreamed that the balance of power could shift over night. They've been reminded of caster who left unchecked can do so they condemn all of us who might lead or...conspired," she explains sitting again. Although her age is no way apparent yet on her ethereal sunkissed face her movements betray her. Marion relaxes on the stool with centuries of worry in her bones. "I've seen many humans in my time in this world the first of the Aurelians but I suspect this with be my last," she adds as Mace frowns coming near the bars and putting his hand through to part Marion's hand through the bars.
"They're wrong Marion. For what it's worth I know as I am sure our Lady does you have done no wrong," Mace exclaims still patting her hand.
Dawn passes into afternoon. Meals are brought some of the sobbing stops but a faint whimpering replaces it. During the early evening meal Mace gets a visitor. A young male cleric who argues with him for awhile before simply over powering him in a struggle as Mace yields letting the man pass.
"Edmund why have you come," Marion exclaims trying to hide herself in the cell. "I don't wish your final memories of me to be in a cell," she adds a tone somber verging on anger.
"I had to see you," Edmund replies his tone desperate. "The air ship is in the harbor! They mean to load you....all of you at dawn bound for the spectacle in the new capital at Sul Na Mara. The air ship is here and it looks like a guard of Sunites directly from the Emperor's own garrison," he explains as Marion finally reemerges to take his hands.
"You shouldn't have come. Your aunt would be furious," Marion says in a soft voice as Marion then strokes his face.
Mace then clears his throat loudly as he gestures with his head towards the party.
"I must think of a way to join the detail my beloved wife," Edmund says uncaring of who hears. "I will join you...I will free you if I have to die trying," he exclaims finally as Mace sighs when the younger man and Marion kiss passionately through the bars!
OOC: the night before is above the day after below. Lyra, Folzi and Nick should wrap up any planning or discussion before I bring both halves of the party together!
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When Hrain and Pat look around they realize their in an infirmary. Two other patients lay in need a looking slight ill but also like common folk. What they notice next is a dwarven woman with a blonde beard adored with gold and jewels wearing gold armor of Sune approach them next with a critical expression.
"Well, I'm sure you ugly brute can't be the former Sunite I've come to hear about," the beautiful dwarven woman exclaims giving Pat a hard look before looking to Hrain. "You've both been given passage on my air ship east," she then says to Hrain. "I might not understand your oath breaking but I do understand the wrath of the dragon could change the stoutest of hearts," she adds next. "They haven't provided you with much by the way of gear. Both of you are to be fitted out like common foot soldiers...bandits by the looks of it," she adds motioning to a pile of things near the ends of your beds. "Oh...I'm Gilda by the way. Gilda Firebrand. I know your business but your fall from grace is my knowledge alone. I'd advise you not bandy about your former service to the other crew. I provide you safe passage as citizens of the Empire hired to supplement this escort but nothing else," she explains her expression serious. "Shall you suit up and we be on our way," she asks. "Those casters won't load themselves," she groans moving towards the exit waiting while you two don your gear.
OOC: You'll get standard equipment for fighter class plus one more weapon of your choice. Any questions please PM me!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: yeah, i was lind of trying to get there. Although every single cell of Lyra is screaming "I demand trial by combat" :D
Lyra takes a few steps back, not really paying attention to the little affair going on but rather thankful for the short distraction. "So, you dknt happen to have any plans how we'd get out of here? I certainly dont feel like being executed, nevermind being ridiculed as a spectacle. And I kind of dislike the idea of boarding an airship while theres dragons flying around trying to kill people." , she whispers over to the gnomes.