Konstantine fell, but the old man survived, as did the horned man and the pretty elf girl. But Oni and Natasha have proved themselves to be good comrades today. I shall not complain about being wrong today. I probably shouldn't let them know that I bet against them, however. Jill takes the scroll and bows back to Lyrissa.
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Kelric sheathes his weapons "No rest for the wicked it seems" Kelric turns back to the group he fought with "Do you all want to set out now or take some more time to rest?"
Once realizing the battle was over Natasha's body grew utterly exhausted as the adrenaline that had been pumping through her veins finally started to wear off. She was grateful to her new found friends, especially Misha, having helped her out from the very beginning, using her energy to heal the ranger when she could have used it on herself instead. I'm gonna have to give this woman my hand in marriage because of how much she's helped me.
Despite her feeling worn out, she took some time to gather up some arrows that were still in possible shooting condition and added them to her quiver. When she finished collecting, she returned to the group just as Lyrissa was explaining what they were going to do now. She begins to stretch her arms, trying to wake herself up when Kleric commented on resting. "I'm fine with whatever the rest of you choose."I want to go to sleep. Misha's arms look like good pillows.
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Oni finishes looting the sorcerer and will find a secluded place to cast Disguise Self to clear up any imperfections with his outfit. He will look a tanned skinned human male with the same slicked back white hair and the same basic facial features. He walks over to the group and says, “I think our wounded need to rest and I’ll be a little better off as well.” He slumps down against the nearest wall and tries to relax amidst the calming chaos.
"I am in no rush to leave. A good rest has not been something that I often have the privilege of enjoying, so I will savor the opportunity now." Jill slowly sits herself down and begins to pour some wine she found in the storerooms into her waterskin. She then passes the bottle to Oni. "Pour yourself some. We drink in celebration of victory and new friendships."
Misha was the last one down the trap door. She slammed it shut, hard. She did a quick head count of the team and smiled, wiping her face clean with a rag she had on her belt.
She helped Natasha collect arrows, noticing how tired she was. "Today you did well, little kitten! Come, I see you have a bit tired - can see it in eyes. It's ok. Here, I help you. Rest. When you feel better with more vigor we can have drink, and maybe talk more, ya? Misha always be here." She brushes your cheek with her hand, reassuring you everything will be ok, and stands up to see Jeel.
"Toothpick, my honorable and brave comrade, ya, we are even, but still, I will be heppy to shine boots, as promised. Come, remove them, I have polish ready. They will new as good! But first, few things I can help with." She takes out a bottle of polish that doesn't look like it's from this realm, and gives it a quick shake in her hands. She sets it down to slowly unbuckle her chest plate and arm armor. Under her armor, she was wearing a tight pitch black cloth shirt that was a very thin under armor of sorts - trimmed at the shoulders. If it wasn't clear now, it was evident by the look of her lean, cut muscles she had spent a life time training as a warrior in some cause. Her shirt strained with each of her upper body movements.
There were a few things she had to do first.
She looked over everyone living to offer help in any ways she could - bandaging. She helped dig the graves and move the bodies of the dead. She smiled and nodded at Lyrissa Leranne and took the scroll. After putting in a little work, she sat near the others, and took a moment to grab her warhammer and kneel in a silent prayer in her native language. She held her warhammer high, as if offering it to an unseen patron in the sky.
Lord General Tyrant Bane. I praise you in your name. You bless me with Your Glory for keeping my comrades safe in battle, and for filling me, and them, with divine wisdom to conquer our enemies. I am at your service, then, and now. I am your faithful servant. Grant me the Power in your Judgement to do your bidding. I will not fail You, and will fight with honor, courage, and for Glory to Your Name.
She stood up, set her warhammer down, and joined everyone in a drink. While drinking, she took her time and polished Jeel's boots to shining perfection. She even adjusted the soles.
As Jill laces up her boots after Misha finished her work with them, she smiles. The boots were shinier and more comfortable on Jill's feet, which made it feel like she had something worth owning. "Thank you, my friend. I'll return the favor shortly. Just give me a few minutes to *yawn* rest my eyes." Jill shuts her eyes and falls asleep quickly. She hasn't had the opportunity to rest like this in a while and quickly becomes apparent that she's going to take more than just a few minutes.
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Oni looks over to Misha after she’s done shining Jills boots, ”nothing personal earlier, I was poking fun. You obviously hold your own and more. It’s not common to see a follower of Bane hold so much compassion. The darkness that follows an evil god can consume those who follow, I’ve unfortunately seen it before.” He looks at you with a half smile that slowly fades as he looks back at the ground.
Finally out of her armor, Misha smiles as Jill falls asleep. When she finally did fall asleep, which was very rapid, Misha whispered, "You owe nothing, friend."
Not needing much too sleep herself, Misha continues to relax and drink, talking with the others, and making sure Natasha and Jill are comfortably sleeping. As she talks and drinks, occasionally she looks at her mug, as if what was inside was either too weak, or not working at all. Shrugging nonchalantly, she sets the mug down and spent time cleaning her warhammer and armor, humming quietly a lullaby from her childhood. Finally, she found an area to undress and wash up. She stayed up a little bit more before finally taking a catnap.
ACHERON THULDANIN, THE SECOND LAYER
Taetanicus, one day, took me to the second layer. He was the most massive man I knew, and his armor was so large and exaggerated it was like it was built for someone three times his size, and he was already a hulking mass of an Acheronite. Standing on the edge of Thuldanin, a massive cube identified as the second layer of Acheron, my training continued. Now 18, I was taller, stronger, and had survived many battles. I spent hours upon hours a day running, fighting, and lifting heavy things until I could lift no more, till my body failed. At times, I had to hold things over my head until the fire in my muscles matched the fire raining down from the sky from The Nine Hells. It was unbearably painful constantly, as if my genetic instructions were pushed to absolute limits. There were days I could not move. Every moment I wanted to cry from pain I knew that the next day I would be tougher, stronger, than the previous day. I was fed a very specific diet that allowed me to become very strong, but still remain a normal size for a female. I was designed to be powerful, but fast, precise, and mobile.
Compared to Avalas, Thuldanin is very much like the first layer, consisting of numerous huge cubes. On this layer the cubes are scarred and pitted by battle. Many pits lead down to labyrinths containing the refuse of the endless battles of the plane. The remains of broken war machines and other devices line the interiors of the cubes, even some finely crafted weapons can be found amongst the rubble. Thuldanin has a preservative quality that results in the petrification of objects and creatures that spend too long on the layer.
At some point in the evening, Misha talked with Oni.
"You have nothing to forgive, friend." She said, smiling. "I take joke. I have compassion, ya, others of my kind..not so much. I explain." She said. "Back home, taught to always do things with passion - I fight for honor, for glory, in His Name with all my heart. Taetanicus teach me to take what I want within the limits of code of conduct without regard for whom it hurts. He teach to care about tradition, conquest, honor, glory, loyalty, and order but not about freedom, dignity, or life. Plays by rules, and I follow, but without mercy. To be comfortable in a hierarchy and..would one day like to rule, but am willing to serve, for now. We condemn others not according to actions but according to race, religion, homeland, or social rank. I was taught never to break laws or promises."
She let that sink in.
"That is what I was taught. It is His Will. And, I follow."
Oni sits for a second and thinks on what Misha said. ”I thought sacrificing my ideals to serve, made me apart of something. In reality I was a pawn, I killed for them, I was a lap dog. It’s not an experience I want again... Sleep well my friend, we can talk later.” Oni puts his hood over his head and tries to find some rest.
Grum takes the rag from the kenku and, realising that the creature had always been blind, looked upon this vanquished foe with a modicum of newfound, grudging, respect. Torn between his natural disgust and hatred of this evil creature and being somewhat impressed that a blind creature had struck him so hard and so accurately, Grum reflected that the lack of sight had clearly heightened all of its other senses.
Settling down among his new friends to get some rest, Grum ties the rag around his wrist as an ongoing reminder that where weaknesses don't destroy us, they so often strengthen us in other ways. He notes his modest armour and the amount of punishment he has taken in the last few hours from close combat. He looks around him at his friends, and glances at his bow. He thinks to himself, "I'm not fighting alone any more. I don't need to be the front line. I have others to be my strength there now. And I can be their strength from a distance. Together we cover each other's weaknesses. I can strike down a foe with swords as a last resort, but my real strength lies in my bow." And as he drifts off to sleep, he resolves to dedicate himself to his ranged prowess.
When Jill wakes up, the groggy feeling she has tells her that it's been more than a few minutes since she fell asleep. I must really trust these people, since I allowed myself to fall asleep around them. She looks around at her sleeping friends and gently rouses them from their sleep. "I know not what time it is or how long we have slept, but I do believe that it is time we got out of here, mes amis."
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(In that case, we can assume that you are perpetually casting False Life. Those are some pretty sweet invocations.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Konstantine fell, but the old man survived, as did the horned man and the pretty elf girl. But Oni and Natasha have proved themselves to be good comrades today. I shall not complain about being wrong today. I probably shouldn't let them know that I bet against them, however. Jill takes the scroll and bows back to Lyrissa.
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Kelric sheathes his weapons "No rest for the wicked it seems" Kelric turns back to the group he fought with "Do you all want to set out now or take some more time to rest?"
Once realizing the battle was over Natasha's body grew utterly exhausted as the adrenaline that had been pumping through her veins finally started to wear off. She was grateful to her new found friends, especially Misha, having helped her out from the very beginning, using her energy to heal the ranger when she could have used it on herself instead. I'm gonna have to give this woman my hand in marriage because of how much she's helped me.
Despite her feeling worn out, she took some time to gather up some arrows that were still in possible shooting condition and added them to her quiver. When she finished collecting, she returned to the group just as Lyrissa was explaining what they were going to do now. She begins to stretch her arms, trying to wake herself up when Kleric commented on resting. "I'm fine with whatever the rest of you choose." I want to go to sleep.
Misha's arms look like good pillows.Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Oni finishes looting the sorcerer and will find a secluded place to cast Disguise Self to clear up any imperfections with his outfit. He will look a tanned skinned human male with the same slicked back white hair and the same basic facial features. He walks over to the group and says, “I think our wounded need to rest and I’ll be a little better off as well.” He slumps down against the nearest wall and tries to relax amidst the calming chaos.
"I am in no rush to leave. A good rest has not been something that I often have the privilege of enjoying, so I will savor the opportunity now." Jill slowly sits herself down and begins to pour some wine she found in the storerooms into her waterskin. She then passes the bottle to Oni. "Pour yourself some. We drink in celebration of victory and new friendships."
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Oni looks over to Jill, ”have any to share? It’s been a rough couple hours.”
((Imagine this line is before the last post, I suck at editing my posts))
Oni takes the wine from Jill, ”a toast to our group and our first success. Cheer with water if you prefer a clearer mind.”
"Alright I'm gonna go see if anyone needs some help" Kelric walks towards where the wounded are offering any help he can give
There is no shortage of wounded, and Kelric has his hands full healing and tending to the dozens of casualties.
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Misha was the last one down the trap door. She slammed it shut, hard. She did a quick head count of the team and smiled, wiping her face clean with a rag she had on her belt.
She helped Natasha collect arrows, noticing how tired she was. "Today you did well, little kitten! Come, I see you have a bit tired - can see it in eyes. It's ok. Here, I help you. Rest. When you feel better with more vigor we can have drink, and maybe talk more, ya? Misha always be here." She brushes your cheek with her hand, reassuring you everything will be ok, and stands up to see Jeel.
"Toothpick, my honorable and brave comrade, ya, we are even, but still, I will be heppy to shine boots, as promised. Come, remove them, I have polish ready. They will new as good! But first, few things I can help with." She takes out a bottle of polish that doesn't look like it's from this realm, and gives it a quick shake in her hands. She sets it down to slowly unbuckle her chest plate and arm armor. Under her armor, she was wearing a tight pitch black cloth shirt that was a very thin under armor of sorts - trimmed at the shoulders. If it wasn't clear now, it was evident by the look of her lean, cut muscles she had spent a life time training as a warrior in some cause. Her shirt strained with each of her upper body movements.
There were a few things she had to do first.
She looked over everyone living to offer help in any ways she could - bandaging. She helped dig the graves and move the bodies of the dead. She smiled and nodded at Lyrissa Leranne and took the scroll. After putting in a little work, she sat near the others, and took a moment to grab her warhammer and kneel in a silent prayer in her native language. She held her warhammer high, as if offering it to an unseen patron in the sky.
Lord General Tyrant Bane. I praise you in your name. You bless me with Your Glory for keeping my comrades safe in battle, and for filling me, and them, with divine wisdom to conquer our enemies. I am at your service, then, and now. I am your faithful servant. Grant me the Power in your Judgement to do your bidding. I will not fail You, and will fight with honor, courage, and for Glory to Your Name.
She stood up, set her warhammer down, and joined everyone in a drink. While drinking, she took her time and polished Jeel's boots to shining perfection. She even adjusted the soles.
As Jill laces up her boots after Misha finished her work with them, she smiles. The boots were shinier and more comfortable on Jill's feet, which made it feel like she had something worth owning. "Thank you, my friend. I'll return the favor shortly. Just give me a few minutes to *yawn* rest my eyes." Jill shuts her eyes and falls asleep quickly. She hasn't had the opportunity to rest like this in a while and quickly becomes apparent that she's going to take more than just a few minutes.
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Oni looks over to Misha after she’s done shining Jills boots, ”nothing personal earlier, I was poking fun. You obviously hold your own and more. It’s not common to see a follower of Bane hold so much compassion. The darkness that follows an evil god can consume those who follow, I’ve unfortunately seen it before.” He looks at you with a half smile that slowly fades as he looks back at the ground.
Finally out of her armor, Misha smiles as Jill falls asleep. When she finally did fall asleep, which was very rapid, Misha whispered, "You owe nothing, friend."
Not needing much too sleep herself, Misha continues to relax and drink, talking with the others, and making sure Natasha and Jill are comfortably sleeping. As she talks and drinks, occasionally she looks at her mug, as if what was inside was either too weak, or not working at all. Shrugging nonchalantly, she sets the mug down and spent time cleaning her warhammer and armor, humming quietly a lullaby from her childhood. Finally, she found an area to undress and wash up. She stayed up a little bit more before finally taking a catnap.
ACHERON
THULDANIN, THE SECOND LAYER
Taetanicus, one day, took me to the second layer. He was the most massive man I knew, and his armor was so large and exaggerated it was like it was built for someone three times his size, and he was already a hulking mass of an Acheronite. Standing on the edge of Thuldanin, a massive cube identified as the second layer of Acheron, my training continued. Now 18, I was taller, stronger, and had survived many battles. I spent hours upon hours a day running, fighting, and lifting heavy things until I could lift no more, till my body failed. At times, I had to hold things over my head until the fire in my muscles matched the fire raining down from the sky from The Nine Hells. It was unbearably painful constantly, as if my genetic instructions were pushed to absolute limits. There were days I could not move. Every moment I wanted to cry from pain I knew that the next day I would be tougher, stronger, than the previous day. I was fed a very specific diet that allowed me to become very strong, but still remain a normal size for a female. I was designed to be powerful, but fast, precise, and mobile.
Compared to Avalas, Thuldanin is very much like the first layer, consisting of numerous huge cubes. On this layer the cubes are scarred and pitted by battle. Many pits lead down to labyrinths containing the refuse of the endless battles of the plane. The remains of broken war machines and other devices line the interiors of the cubes, even some finely crafted weapons can be found amongst the rubble. Thuldanin has a preservative quality that results in the petrification of objects and creatures that spend too long on the layer.
We left almost right away.
At some point in the evening, Misha talked with Oni.
"You have nothing to forgive, friend." She said, smiling. "I take joke. I have compassion, ya, others of my kind..not so much. I explain." She said. "Back home, taught to always do things with passion - I fight for honor, for glory, in His Name with all my heart. Taetanicus teach me to take what I want within the limits of code of conduct without regard for whom it hurts. He teach to care about tradition, conquest, honor, glory, loyalty, and order but not about freedom, dignity, or life. Plays by rules, and I follow, but without mercy. To be comfortable in a hierarchy and..would one day like to rule, but am willing to serve, for now. We condemn others not according to actions but according to race, religion, homeland, or social rank. I was taught never to break laws or promises."
She let that sink in.
"That is what I was taught. It is His Will. And, I follow."
Oni sits for a second and thinks on what Misha said. ”I thought sacrificing my ideals to serve, made me apart of something. In reality I was a pawn, I killed for them, I was a lap dog. It’s not an experience I want again... Sleep well my friend, we can talk later.” Oni puts his hood over his head and tries to find some rest.
Grum takes the rag from the kenku and, realising that the creature had always been blind, looked upon this vanquished foe with a modicum of newfound, grudging, respect. Torn between his natural disgust and hatred of this evil creature and being somewhat impressed that a blind creature had struck him so hard and so accurately, Grum reflected that the lack of sight had clearly heightened all of its other senses.
Settling down among his new friends to get some rest, Grum ties the rag around his wrist as an ongoing reminder that where weaknesses don't destroy us, they so often strengthen us in other ways. He notes his modest armour and the amount of punishment he has taken in the last few hours from close combat. He looks around him at his friends, and glances at his bow. He thinks to himself, "I'm not fighting alone any more. I don't need to be the front line. I have others to be my strength there now. And I can be their strength from a distance. Together we cover each other's weaknesses. I can strike down a foe with swords as a last resort, but my real strength lies in my bow." And as he drifts off to sleep, he resolves to dedicate himself to his ranged prowess.
((Are we long resting, or short resting?))
Mordekai | Tiefling Warlock/Bard (Lv.12) | Pizazz's Beyond
RavenloftAnnihilationWhen Jill wakes up, the groggy feeling she has tells her that it's been more than a few minutes since she fell asleep. I must really trust these people, since I allowed myself to fall asleep around them. She looks around at her sleeping friends and gently rouses them from their sleep. "I know not what time it is or how long we have slept, but I do believe that it is time we got out of here, mes amis."
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(If it's been a short rest)
Kelric hearing someone stirring below will start to climb down "Good morning everyone hope you slept well"
(If it's been a long rest)
Kelric wakes up on a cot near the injured apologizing to the clerics he rushes to where the rest of the group is.
OOC: I don't know how long everyone else slept, but Jill was asleep for more than the hour that's required for a long rest.
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