Revelling in the firestorm of Voren's fireball as it flows around him, gliding off of his protective enchantment, Kyne's eyes flare as the fire that blazes within his blood is unleashed. Swirling flames wreath his body and his eyes glow like hot coals.
Drawing Daedagnir, he strides forwards past Moltaris, Hurosk and Lyreis into the middle of the room and hurls out his free hand towards Voren with a primal roar. Rope-like lightning flies from his arm, wrapping itself around the man and dragging him across the top of his desk towards Kyne.
"Get over here!" The elf yells, consumed with fury.
Swinging his sword around, he cleaves into Voren's side. It's a light blow, but then the ruby embedded in Daedagnir's hilt flares as Kyne pours his anger into the strike and an inferno surges up the blade and into his foe.
(Bonus action to trigger Mantle of Flame. Move from E0 to F6 while drawing Daedagnir. Spending a sorcerer point to cast lightning lure. Voren fails his save, is moved from E9 to E7 and takes 13 lightning damage. Action to attack with Daedagnir: 19. Hits, deals 5 slashing damage and spends a 3rd level spell splot to deal 3d8+4 additional fire damage: 26. Total of 44 damage to Voren.)
Mathilda had just stepped outside to breathe for a moment, hoping that the tranquil view of the lake would calm her mind. She only manages to put one foot over the threshold when she hears the door shatter downstairs. Cursing, she spins back around and dashes to see what is going on. She runs down the stairs past the smouldering splinters and almost whacks right into Hurosk. Mathilda draws her bow and aims at the man inside the chamber, ready to shoot him if he should try to use any magic.
The ranger quickly puts an aura around his target making his hits more deadly. He dashes into to the room taking position up on the east wall. "Stay spread out. No need for us all to take another blast." He levels his bow on his prey and fires off two arrows.
(BA, Hunters Mark; Move to J8; Action, 2 shots rolled in discord 1. 20 to hit, 18 damage plus HM 1, 2. 11 to hit, 20 damage plus HM 3)
Sudden attack by the fiery Kyren gets Voren almost by surprise, but even engulfed by Kyren's flames some of them seems to pass over him, not really doing any damage. Hurosk first arrow finds its mark, leaving the arrow stuck into the wizard's left leg. But as he tries to dodge Kyne the other arrow misses, clattering against the opsite wall.
Mathilda tries to get an at Voren but it's hard with all that flames and Kyne moving around. She should move even further downstairs to get a clear shot.
Lyreis readies his weapon and gets ready to attack the Voren who seems pretty rough.
A smile threatens Lyreis' mouth as the adversary proves strong enough to withstand the barrage of ranged attacks from Hurosk and Kyne's mixture of spell and steel. The majestic double-bladed weapon twirling as he moves with the grace of the Valenar moving to come at the mage from the side, allowing room for Kyne to continue his assault unhindered.
As he closes the ground he can see weakness in the mage, Moltaris' spell seems to be causing him difficulties and the fury of Kyne's assault would have ended many lesser foes, the smile fades slightly from the battlemaster, yet again there would be no real test, the mage had thrown what he had at them, they had withstood and given back a fraction of their abilities and it had broken him.
With eyes like ice Lyreis moves with breathtaking accuracy and blistering speed, the feint low, then the brutal cut high taking the mage in the throat, a crimson line of his life spraying out. As he falls the battlemaster is there, lowering him down, whispering "You were not the one, maybe your mistress will be the challenge I need, maybe she will be the one I slay that finally satisfies me."
He rises cleaning his blade, turning to his comrades, nodding in appreciation of their achievement "my friends, you certainly know how to take lives."
Voren's life scapes his body with one last attempt to breath. His blood slowly flowing from his battered body across the floor.
Around them they now can see the laboratory and the several pots, pipes, and recipients that are interconectted between them in the tables. Now that the battle sounds subdued, there is a constant blooping sound from one of the cristal jars that is directly over a candle fire.
By the time the ball of fire exhausts itself, Moltaris charges forward in hot pursuit of her Ray of Sickness to eliminate the poison-brewing spellcaster as soon as possible.
But before she makes three strides, the newcomer -- just new by a single day, Moll, give the guy a break - explodes into flame like an Elven Torch™! A crackling burst of lightning emanates from the swordsman's arm, dragging the arcanist into range of his fierce longsword. Then... WHAT? like... a burst of pure molten energy flowed through the blade and into Voren! Then, before she could assist, the other elf twirls into a deadly dervish of blades, and the fight was over.
The kalashtar murmurs into the post-fight silence, "Well done. Very well done." She makes her way to the fallen body and slips the reliquary from her shield. She moves it over the corpse in a complex series of arcs and, before dipping into her belt pouches, she looks back over her shoulder at the group.
"Do we want to interrogate him or have him walk back to the village?"
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"Wow, you guys made quick work of that magic user!" Mathilda lowers her bow, never even having fired a single arrow. Taking in her surroundings, she has to shake of that uneasy feeling she always gets around the presence of magic. "You're right, I'm more of a finder than a fighter... certainly compared to you guys." She begins searching the room for anything related to the mysterious drug.
Upon hearing Moltaris' question, Mathilda pauses her search. "What do you mean, have him walk back to the village?" she asks wide-eyed.
"...what do you mean, Molly?" Kyne asks, hesitating as he helps Mathilda search the room.
In his mind the pieces of the puzzle are slowly starting to fall together. He knew from the Satyr that this girl was a priestess of sorts, a cleric if you will. However, what he had seen so far of her magic had a darker edge to it than he had expected.
"Moltaris, exactly what kind of God do you serve?"
Mathilda gets lost with the dozens of strange materials and things that populate the tables. There are small concentrations of weird powders of different colors, small parts of tiny animals, or what she hopes are tiny animals. Tubes, flasks, pots.. there is a whole complex and intricate labirynth of things that interconnect almos everything.
The pot that is above the fire has a red liquid content that it's bublling in this moment.
The shelves have a lot of books, scrolls and jars with more materials and powders.
At the table in the west corner (taking the entrance as the "north") has a closed leather book, a chandelier with old wax over its arms, some candles, a quill and ink.
"...what do you mean, Molly?" Kyne asks, hesitating as he helps Mathilda search the room.
In his mind the pieces of the puzzle are slowly starting to fall together. He knew from the Satyr that this girl was a priestess of sorts, a cleric if you will. However, what he had seen so far of her magic had a darker edge to it than he had expected.
"Moltaris, exactly what kind of God do you serve?"
"Exactly what I asked - one does not preclude the other, obviously, but perhaps it would be better to question the dead away from the prying eyes of the uninitiated."
The tiniest of smiles plays at the corner of the kalashtar's lips as she hears her full name spoken for the first time in forever. "That question has a long answer and a short one, Kyne Stormchaser. For now, the short must suffice - I serve Taratai, the Bright Mother of my people along the Path of Light. It is a way of balance and protection - but while there are many who serve Life and Peace and the like, the Mother has charged me with giving the Good Death to monsters who prey on the daughters of this world. My path is lonely - I do not complain, but I appreciate this short window of companionship."
Upon hearing Moltaris' question, Mathilda pauses her search. "What do you mean, have him walk back to the village?" she asks wide-eyed.
Molly cocks her head to the side slightly, a bit surprised by the question (not in a condescending way, but just forgetting that not everyone is familiar with such magics). "Serving the Bright Mother this way comes with certain powers over death and the dead. Much easier to make it walk there itself than for us to carry it."
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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...
Mathilda seems slightly calmer after Moltaris' answer. Bright Mother does not sound like a terrifying God, despite the necromany... She gives Molly a small, unsure smile. Protector of daughters seems like good magic. She takes the pot off the fire and examines the red liquid inside, then puts it down and begins to slowly and carefully flip through the pages of the tome.
Although she has no magical training, Mathilda is pretty sure that the book she found... hasn't nothing particular or magical about in any sense. She examines it, without opening, but there is no runes, no marks, no weird feelings about it. It's just a regular book.
The hot pot on the other hand, gets her intrigued. She had to use one thick leather glove that has a rune inscribed on it to take out the fire without burning her hand, but once she got it in her hand and could take a good look at it she can see little sparks coming out of it with every small bubble that explodes while it is still hot. The vivid red color of the concotion swirls and moves in the pot as she looks at it, and the light make golden reflections, like the sparks, on it. It smells like a hot pie that came out of the oven, but to Kyne, who is helping her, smells like the fresh ground in a pine forest just after a spring storm.
Stepping away from the pot, Mathilda muses: "This certainly seems like a strange potion... could be what they were making the red powder from? Better don't breathe anything in." She leaves Kyne to take a look at the potion and begins reading a few pages of the book to see if contains a recipe or anything similar.
The book is written in a language that Mathilda doesn't recognize. The scripture is elegant and thin but to her is just a glibberish and nonsense of drawings.
"I don't what to make of much of this stuff. It seems we found where they make the stuff though." Hurosk casually strolls around the room. "I don't know that the 'nose' asked for any proof. He just wanted us to take care of the problem... But if you want to bring him a trophy, feel free."
The ranger heads back upstairs to join Lyreis and to check on their captor. "You certainly made quick work with that weapon of your... Impressive." He moves to a window to check to see if the explosions happened to draw any attention.
After checking that the man continues uncouscious, yet breathing, both Lyreis and Hurosk walk outside take a deep breath of clean air.
The fire, the smoke, the smell of burnt flesh, it was too much and now they let the gentle breeze coming from the lake take it all away. The waters remain calm, and though the sounds of the battle seem to have spook all the birds and little animals, there is no sign of incoming danger.
Lyreis bows his head in acknowledgement of the praise "Truth be told there was little left to do, casters rarely have the endurance for extended combat, I suppose he must have hoped he'd kill or maim us with the fireball and mop up the pieces, he should have fled." Still holding his weapon he smiles "these blades are truly a wonder, ancient craft, I do not think they can match this work in these graceless days. My grandfather used this weapon for two hundred years as he instructed the nobility and favoured courtiers of the Valenar court, in my hands it has seen real, bloody use in war and adventure but like me it never satisfied, the call to arms, the thrill of combat - well it can be overwhelming at times. But I do not mean to take your praise and offer none in return, you have a very good eye with a bow, you would not be out of place in a warband of my brethren with your skill" the elf pauses looking at the half-orc with his rugged features "Well, maybe a little out of place, but I am glad you are standing at my side in this" he adds with an easy smile.
Revelling in the firestorm of Voren's fireball as it flows around him, gliding off of his protective enchantment, Kyne's eyes flare as the fire that blazes within his blood is unleashed. Swirling flames wreath his body and his eyes glow like hot coals.
Drawing Daedagnir, he strides forwards past Moltaris, Hurosk and Lyreis into the middle of the room and hurls out his free hand towards Voren with a primal roar. Rope-like lightning flies from his arm, wrapping itself around the man and dragging him across the top of his desk towards Kyne.
"Get over here!" The elf yells, consumed with fury.
Swinging his sword around, he cleaves into Voren's side. It's a light blow, but then the ruby embedded in Daedagnir's hilt flares as Kyne pours his anger into the strike and an inferno surges up the blade and into his foe.
(Bonus action to trigger Mantle of Flame. Move from E0 to F6 while drawing Daedagnir. Spending a sorcerer point to cast lightning lure. Voren fails his save, is moved from E9 to E7 and takes 13 lightning damage. Action to attack with Daedagnir: 19. Hits, deals 5 slashing damage and spends a 3rd level spell splot to deal 3d8+4 additional fire damage: 26. Total of 44 damage to Voren.)
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Mathilda had just stepped outside to breathe for a moment, hoping that the tranquil view of the lake would calm her mind. She only manages to put one foot over the threshold when she hears the door shatter downstairs. Cursing, she spins back around and dashes to see what is going on. She runs down the stairs past the smouldering splinters and almost whacks right into Hurosk. Mathilda draws her bow and aims at the man inside the chamber, ready to shoot him if he should try to use any magic.
(Move to F2)
The ranger quickly puts an aura around his target making his hits more deadly. He dashes into to the room taking position up on the east wall. "Stay spread out. No need for us all to take another blast." He levels his bow on his prey and fires off two arrows.
(BA, Hunters Mark; Move to J8; Action, 2 shots rolled in discord 1. 20 to hit, 18 damage plus HM 1, 2. 11 to hit, 20 damage plus HM 3)
Sudden attack by the fiery Kyren gets Voren almost by surprise, but even engulfed by Kyren's flames some of them seems to pass over him, not really doing any damage. Hurosk first arrow finds its mark, leaving the arrow stuck into the wizard's left leg. But as he tries to dodge Kyne the other arrow misses, clattering against the opsite wall.
Mathilda tries to get an at Voren but it's hard with all that flames and Kyne moving around. She should move even further downstairs to get a clear shot.
Lyreis readies his weapon and gets ready to attack the Voren who seems pretty rough.
Initiative:
Kyne
Mathilda
Hurosk
Lyreis
Voren
Moltaris
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A smile threatens Lyreis' mouth as the adversary proves strong enough to withstand the barrage of ranged attacks from Hurosk and Kyne's mixture of spell and steel. The majestic double-bladed weapon twirling as he moves with the grace of the Valenar moving to come at the mage from the side, allowing room for Kyne to continue his assault unhindered.
As he closes the ground he can see weakness in the mage, Moltaris' spell seems to be causing him difficulties and the fury of Kyne's assault would have ended many lesser foes, the smile fades slightly from the battlemaster, yet again there would be no real test, the mage had thrown what he had at them, they had withstood and given back a fraction of their abilities and it had broken him.
With eyes like ice Lyreis moves with breathtaking accuracy and blistering speed, the feint low, then the brutal cut high taking the mage in the throat, a crimson line of his life spraying out. As he falls the battlemaster is there, lowering him down, whispering "You were not the one, maybe your mistress will be the challenge I need, maybe she will be the one I slay that finally satisfies me."
He rises cleaning his blade, turning to his comrades, nodding in appreciation of their achievement "my friends, you certainly know how to take lives."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Voren's life scapes his body with one last attempt to breath. His blood slowly flowing from his battered body across the floor.
Around them they now can see the laboratory and the several pots, pipes, and recipients that are interconectted between them in the tables. Now that the battle sounds subdued, there is a constant blooping sound from one of the cristal jars that is directly over a candle fire.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"This seems like the sort of thing Mathilda might be more skilled in than I, I will go and stand watch in case the other two return."
Lyreis moves up and asks Mathilda to join the others while they search the room, looking for a spot upstairs where he can see the lake clearly.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kyne breathes deeply as the fire within him subsides and the elf's usual jovial persona soon returns.
"Yes, well done everyone," he adds before beginning to help the other's search the room.
"Did the Nose want any particular proof of the job done?" Kyne asks, thinking back to their meeting in the Purple Silk.
Kyne will grant Mathilda advantage on investigation with the help action.
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By the time the ball of fire exhausts itself, Moltaris charges forward in hot pursuit of her Ray of Sickness to eliminate the poison-brewing spellcaster as soon as possible.
But before she makes three strides, the newcomer -- just new by a single day, Moll, give the guy a break - explodes into flame like an Elven Torch™! A crackling burst of lightning emanates from the swordsman's arm, dragging the arcanist into range of his fierce longsword. Then... WHAT? like... a burst of pure molten energy flowed through the blade and into Voren! Then, before she could assist, the other elf twirls into a deadly dervish of blades, and the fight was over.
The kalashtar murmurs into the post-fight silence, "Well done. Very well done." She makes her way to the fallen body and slips the reliquary from her shield. She moves it over the corpse in a complex series of arcs and, before dipping into her belt pouches, she looks back over her shoulder at the group.
"Do we want to interrogate him or have him walk back to the village?"
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...
"Wow, you guys made quick work of that magic user!" Mathilda lowers her bow, never even having fired a single arrow. Taking in her surroundings, she has to shake of that uneasy feeling she always gets around the presence of magic. "You're right, I'm more of a finder than a fighter... certainly compared to you guys." She begins searching the room for anything related to the mysterious drug.
Upon hearing Moltaris' question, Mathilda pauses her search. "What do you mean, have him walk back to the village?" she asks wide-eyed.
(investigation: 25 )
"...what do you mean, Molly?" Kyne asks, hesitating as he helps Mathilda search the room.
In his mind the pieces of the puzzle are slowly starting to fall together. He knew from the Satyr that this girl was a priestess of sorts, a cleric if you will. However, what he had seen so far of her magic had a darker edge to it than he had expected.
"Moltaris, exactly what kind of God do you serve?"
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
Mathilda gets lost with the dozens of strange materials and things that populate the tables. There are small concentrations of weird powders of different colors, small parts of tiny animals, or what she hopes are tiny animals. Tubes, flasks, pots.. there is a whole complex and intricate labirynth of things that interconnect almos everything.
The pot that is above the fire has a red liquid content that it's bublling in this moment.
The shelves have a lot of books, scrolls and jars with more materials and powders.
At the table in the west corner (taking the entrance as the "north") has a closed leather book, a chandelier with old wax over its arms, some candles, a quill and ink.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Exactly what I asked - one does not preclude the other, obviously, but perhaps it would be better to question the dead away from the prying eyes of the uninitiated."
The tiniest of smiles plays at the corner of the kalashtar's lips as she hears her full name spoken for the first time in forever. "That question has a long answer and a short one, Kyne Stormchaser. For now, the short must suffice - I serve Taratai, the Bright Mother of my people along the Path of Light. It is a way of balance and protection - but while there are many who serve Life and Peace and the like, the Mother has charged me with giving the Good Death to monsters who prey on the daughters of this world. My path is lonely - I do not complain, but I appreciate this short window of companionship."
Molly cocks her head to the side slightly, a bit surprised by the question (not in a condescending way, but just forgetting that not everyone is familiar with such magics). "Serving the Bright Mother this way comes with certain powers over death and the dead. Much easier to make it walk there itself than for us to carry it."
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...
Mathilda seems slightly calmer after Moltaris' answer. Bright Mother does not sound like a terrifying God, despite the necromany... She gives Molly a small, unsure smile. Protector of daughters seems like good magic. She takes the pot off the fire and examines the red liquid inside, then puts it down and begins to slowly and carefully flip through the pages of the tome.
(Discord Arcana 8 - rerolled thanks to "Lucky", got 21 :D)
Although she has no magical training, Mathilda is pretty sure that the book she found... hasn't nothing particular or magical about in any sense. She examines it, without opening, but there is no runes, no marks, no weird feelings about it. It's just a regular book.
The hot pot on the other hand, gets her intrigued. She had to use one thick leather glove that has a rune inscribed on it to take out the fire without burning her hand, but once she got it in her hand and could take a good look at it she can see little sparks coming out of it with every small bubble that explodes while it is still hot. The vivid red color of the concotion swirls and moves in the pot as she looks at it, and the light make golden reflections, like the sparks, on it. It smells like a hot pie that came out of the oven, but to Kyne, who is helping her, smells like the fresh ground in a pine forest just after a spring storm.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Stepping away from the pot, Mathilda muses: "This certainly seems like a strange potion... could be what they were making the red powder from? Better don't breathe anything in." She leaves Kyne to take a look at the potion and begins reading a few pages of the book to see if contains a recipe or anything similar.
The book is written in a language that Mathilda doesn't recognize. The scripture is elegant and thin but to her is just a glibberish and nonsense of drawings.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"I don't what to make of much of this stuff. It seems we found where they make the stuff though." Hurosk casually strolls around the room. "I don't know that the 'nose' asked for any proof. He just wanted us to take care of the problem... But if you want to bring him a trophy, feel free."
The ranger heads back upstairs to join Lyreis and to check on their captor. "You certainly made quick work with that weapon of your... Impressive." He moves to a window to check to see if the explosions happened to draw any attention.
After checking that the man continues uncouscious, yet breathing, both Lyreis and Hurosk walk outside take a deep breath of clean air.
The fire, the smoke, the smell of burnt flesh, it was too much and now they let the gentle breeze coming from the lake take it all away. The waters remain calm, and though the sounds of the battle seem to have spook all the birds and little animals, there is no sign of incoming danger.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Lyreis bows his head in acknowledgement of the praise "Truth be told there was little left to do, casters rarely have the endurance for extended combat, I suppose he must have hoped he'd kill or maim us with the fireball and mop up the pieces, he should have fled." Still holding his weapon he smiles "these blades are truly a wonder, ancient craft, I do not think they can match this work in these graceless days. My grandfather used this weapon for two hundred years as he instructed the nobility and favoured courtiers of the Valenar court, in my hands it has seen real, bloody use in war and adventure but like me it never satisfied, the call to arms, the thrill of combat - well it can be overwhelming at times. But I do not mean to take your praise and offer none in return, you have a very good eye with a bow, you would not be out of place in a warband of my brethren with your skill" the elf pauses looking at the half-orc with his rugged features "Well, maybe a little out of place, but I am glad you are standing at my side in this" he adds with an easy smile.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales