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A sizzling electricity shoots through the sand as several bolts of lightning descend on the mangled tents of the villagers. Two of the tents explode in balls of flame before blowing out in the wind, their inhabitants burning to dust.
From a bank of sand nearby the bodies of a man and a woman jolt to an erect position, a blue bolt arcing through both of them, bursting their tongues, ears and eyes. They begin running through the storm towards the hall, their skin ripping away as the sand grates against them.
Further North, the Taken ruthlessly attack the Goliath. The ranger's blows slide easily off of his thick skin, but the officer slips past his defenses, sliding a long sword through the barbarian's gut and twisting the blade.
Damage 20
There Goliath roars in rage, wounded and skin ripped raw.
He grabs the captain around the neck and rips the sword from his gut, tossing it into the storm.
Stone's Endurance - damaged reduced by 15
Tossing the captain to the ground, he swings his ashen Greataxe -
To Hit 20 / Damage 16
And swings again, severing the Captains head.
To Hit 24 / Damage 9
Falling to his knees, the Goliath breaks a chain from around his neck and shatters a small glass vial, releasing the dust within it to the wind. As it blows, he appears to turn to dust with it, disappearing into the storm.
(OOC this dice roller is so buggy on Android! Driving me nuts. The party is out of initiative since they are locked away from the storm. Feel free to make yourself at home, rest and interact however you like with anything you want. :-P )
As Hadar pulls the makeshift blockade across the door, the sand pours into the entryway in great heaps before slowing to a small dune holding the door and crates in place.
As soon as the entry is sealed, the Mastiff runs to the door and begins digging and sniffing, letting out yips and whines, pining the disappearance of her master. The Librarian stands and comes to the hound's side, crouching down to comfort her and rub her back.
A noted change in the energy of everyone in the room marks the passing of the stress they all felt being exposed to the elements and the savage creatures, but all is certainly not peaceful here in this room. The filthy bodies of the people rasp as they move in the dark and the din of soft crying is nearly constant.
With a sudden jolt, the wife of the man who had been slain near the door runs to his body, throwing herself upon him and weeping in great, heaving sobs. "Erin! Please, please come back. The Beast cannot take you from me!" she turns him over, looking at his ruined face and kisses his sandy forehead... and screams, lightning jumping into her face and down her spine.
In a blur, the mastiff is on top of the woman, mouth around her neck. The hound shakes back and forth, roaring and growling tremendously. After a full minute of this, a cloud of dust begins obscuring the scene. As the hound slows her attack, a sickening slopping can be heard, followed by a crunch and a dull thud. When the dust has settled, the woman's head is attached by mere ligaments, her eyes wide and mouth open in a eternal scream.
The mastiff walks slowly back to the Librarian, hanging her head, and slumps to the floor by the door.
Ashissa slumps to the ground after that intense encounter. After a minute or two of quick rest and cleaning off the sand and bits of organs stuck on her, she picks herself up and starts asking the locals inside the great hall if they have rations to spare as she needs something to eat and a comfortable place to stay.
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Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
With the door sealed, Leann settles back, wiping grit from her forehead after removing her helm once again. "praise be..." She says once it sets in that she is safe once again, and the people in here are as well. She is sorry about the barbarian, but knew there was little she could do for him. She briefly remembers another such and sighs in regret. Looking around she takes in the ragtag group of survivors. Then, with a nod of greeting, she moves over and takes a seat herself, knowing that all that is left to do now is rest and prepare for the next day.
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The water from his canteen was cool and smoothing...tasted like crap from too much iron, but he was grateful nonetheless.
As he sat there against the plug, he wanted to take this moment to get a good look around the room, at his fellow combatants, and the other refugees. He couldn't figure out why this place was a sanctuary of sorts? Nothing seemed to special about it on the surface.
But right at that moment, the dog came up scratching for his master. Hadar thought he might turn on him for a moment. He was the one that made the decision to block the barbarian out, after all. Then, the woman came up too, flinging herself on the dead guy. Ugh. Guilt was gnawing at him, but he stood by his...HOLY CRAP! The SP...
Damn. That dog had some shit to work out. It was harsh...yet effective. He could appreciate that.
Perhaps, he shoulda stopped her... *soft grumbles*
With that over, Hadar resets and takes another drink. "Freakin' demons," he mumbles, turning his attention back to the room.
perception check for the room, people, and possible reason for shielding (taking as much time, as needed) = 12
Glancing around the room (not caring if anyone thinks he’s staring), Hadar surveys the pathetic scene. Desperate, dirty people in shadowy corners comforting each other and trying to compose themselves. Some of them are getting to their feet and walking towards their saviors, glancing around nervously.
Hadar strains his eyes to see if there is anything interesting around here, but he is having a hard time defining any details as the torchlight bounces, almost as if it is trying to confuse his enhanced visual senses with two spectrums.
There is something not quite right back there in the shadows… or maybe its just the wind.
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One of the few children in the group totters over to Leann as she relaxes, and reaches out to touch her long braided hair, eyes wide. She smiles at Leann and turns nervously back to her mother, burying her face in the woman’s skirt as she steps out of the shadows.
“Thank you, kind strangers” she addresses the party. “We would have been lost without your assistance. You’ve saved us all. I cannot thank you enough for saving my daughter’s life.”
She turns her little one around by the shoulders to face the group. “Say thank you, Samara”.
The little girl looks up at her mother, then quietly, almost in a whisper, gives a dusty - “Thank you” with her little, shaky voice.
The woman smiles distantly and places her hand on her chest. “I am Eriana. You might say the people look to me for direction in this community. I hope that you can find rest here. The storm will blow over eventually, they always do.”
Eriana turns to Ashissa and sets a pitcher of cool water and a sac with several loaves of bread on a small crate nearby. “This is all we have to offer, but there is enough for all you to fill your bellies and quench your thirst.”
Addressing Hagar - “Sir, I thank all that is good for you great strength. I thought nothing would bar the entrance.”
She places her hands on Samara’s shoulders gently and sighs - “We don’t have much here, but feel free to make yourselves at home and rest wherever you can find a place. I wish we could offer you more hospitality, but most of us didn’t have time to collect our belongings, so they are most likely lost to the storm. This Great Hall used to be a meeting place and a rally room for defenders, but it has become more of a storage shed than anything, and a place for us all to hide from the sand storms when we have enough warning to survive them.”
She motions to a couple of more muscular villagers, and they come forward to stand near their three neighbors, sadly observing their grisly state.
“Please excuse me, we must honor and mourn our dead. These three were close friends to some of us, and their passing will weigh heavily on all of us”.
She helps the two others begin lifting and moving the bodies, slowly and respectfully taking them to the back of the hall.
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As Eriana moves away, the Librarian mouths an incantation and makes a slight hand movement, filling the air with a light static that quickly disappates. She seems to relax a bit and she exhales.
“I think we are fully rid of the demons now”. she mutters to no one in particular.
Rising from beside the Mastiff, the Librarian dusts herself off and bows to the party, her colorful garments of crimson, deep orange and blue rustling gently against her form.
“Thank you all” she turns to Leann“And especially you, m’lady, for saving my life and trying to save my library. I am Kat. The great red tent which used to stand across from this hall was our place of relaxation and learning, and my personal collection of books I’ve collected here. It is very dangerous bringing books back from supply runs… food, water and useful items come first. Those books are beyond precious to all of us.”
She places her hand on the huge Mastiff’s head and the dog whines and licks her hand.“This rascal here is Tunist. She is a sweet hound, but you’ve also seen how protective she can be… it is truly unfortunate that she was forced to destroy a woman who she was quite fond of”she solemnly wipes the bloody grime from around the Tunist’s mouth.
Tunist eyes each member of the party individually, finally pacing forward to give them each a good sniff. She seems confused by the scent of the Yuan-tis and cocks her head, ears slightly raised in contemplation as she moves. She stops in front of Hadar and her ears lay back a bit, eyes narrowing. There is something in those eyes, something intelligent. She finally gives a whiny growl and turns around, heavily dropping to the sandy ground near the door.
Kat continues - “We know nothing of exorcism here in this place, and have no way to save those who have been taken. The magic remains a mystery to us. Each night we seek shelter, for the Great Demon takes anyone he finds under the cover of Darkness. The man called Erin that fell moments ago… he was the keeper of the Light. The tower you saw in the middle of the settlement is our beacon of hope, our pinnacle of Light. Only when it is fully functional can we defend this place from the Demons. Perhaps I can locate his key and attempt to learn how to operate it…”
She looks toward the door with a worried expression and quietly wonders “I wonder how Elric fairs out there in the storm.”
The sandstorm is furious, but the wind is starting to slow. The skin on the Taken's tattered from is shredded and bloody, its eyes long since torn away and it ears and mouth full of grit. It stumbles shakily through the storm, but can perceive without these senses due to the Demon's great power.
The Taken you're commanding is a ranger, one of the two who fought the barbarian between the North Towers and the Great Hall. The towers are behind it as it faces South, and it stumbles towards the center of town, the Great Hall on its right, the destroyed Library tent on its left, and the Lighthouse to the front. To the south on both sides of the chasm are scraps of ripped, buried tents and the 3 small wooden huts, which are in unknown condition. Far South, the other guard tower sits, also in unknown condition.
As the Possessed Ranger trudges along, it senses the other behind it, following it aimlessly. The two possessed villagers from the tents to the Southeast arrive, running at full speed, only to find the doors to the Great Hall closed and barred. They also turn, falling into line with the other two for some group exploring.
(OOC Where would you like to explore? We are not in initiative, so until the storm is over and its daylight, you can just move wherever you want without tracking speed.
When you get to the place you'd like to explore, roll a Perception check for me. If you'd like to check several of the places outside, roll a check for each one.
Thinking his eyes may be a blurry from the sand, Hadar tilts his head back and pours some water into them. Ever so gently, he lifts up his lids, then turning his head to the side, he hopes the dust, sand, and whatnot would be washed away. Better not to rub and scratch anything, he thought.
Allowing his face to air dry, he soon realized that he may look like he's crying. This amused him for a moment. He only did that when he was drunk, really drunk.
Ah, the memories flood forward...he and Indril piss drunk behind the mess tent. She's angrily going off about some ******* she ****ed and he's crying over whatever it was that day. The drink always made that part fuzzy. The ancestors knew he loved that woman more than he should, how could he not. She was his best friend, hilarious, and with a mouth that could make even him blush, occasionally. Damn, did she love it when that happened. . . . . He missed her something awful, a deep ache in chest where she lived in him. May the Ancestors... find her scrawny ass and tell her to come home. *sigh* That was assuming he was going to make it outta here alive or dead or something in between.
Hadar snaps back to the present and takes in a deep breathe, gently letting it back out. His face was drying quickly, and Ah! he thought. He knew exactly what would make him feel better.
Reaching into his bag, he fumbles around for a bit before bringing out a toothbrush, paste, and some mouth twine. He could feel the grit on his tongue and he doubted anyone would mind. So, he got to it. Each tooth had its moment under the brush and his gums were caressed with care. Nothing like a good floss to set the world straight, he mused. Hadar felt better already, stupid demon shit or no. He got up and made sure he spit into a pile of sand, then kicked more over it. Nobody likes a huge wad a spit on the floor at times like these, he knows...been there, done that. Mom would've been proud, though.
What is with all the nostalgia, he bemoaned to himself. This wasn't like him...much.
As he had gotten up from the floor, he rechecks the entry plug to make sure it was secure. Finding it was holding nicely, he dipped his head and went over to the Librarian. Gently extending his hand in greeting, he says, "Not the best of circumstances, but it is nice to meet you. My name is Hadar. I'm sorry for your losses."
He waits to see if she takes it, some do, some are too afraid of his appearance. He gets it.
As he does so, he gives her his kindest eye smile, trying to reassure her that he meant her no harm. Impressing that pooch was gonna take his best efforts.
Kat The Librarian studies Hadar's features before looking down at his hand. She seems slightly hesitant and her eyes glance at the door for a split second before she lays her small hand in his. Her grip is surprisingly strong against his and she makes direct eye contact. "Well met Hadar, thank you for your condolences." She does not return the smile.
Tunist studies the handshake intently, her head on her paws, as she lays near the door.
From the shadows at the back of the room a slight commotion can be heard - a couple of surprised shouts, followed by heavy breathing. Everything seems to settle down again as the denizens of the Great Hall await morning. Tunist raises her head, her ears perking up, but after a moment, she returns to her position on the floor, growling lowly.
Kat keeps her eyes on the back of the room a moment longer, a worried expression on her face, before addressing Leann, Ashissa and Tik.
"May I have the pleasure of your acquaintances, my new friends?"
I say that I go to the lighthouse. Constitution check 19 and perception 5
The Possessed continue to hold onto their surprising resilience to the rasping sand of the storm, the four of them circling the lighthouse.
There is a three foot rise of white stones making up the base of the tower and it is about fifteen feet in diameter. The intricate historical artworks, begin above that, are carved expertly into the sandstone as it tapers up to the large brass claws holding the dusty crystal in place. This storm only serves to further wear the carvings away, and soon they may be lost forever.
Toward the South side of the tower, the four beasts find a portal of sorts, with no visible handle or means of opening the entryway. A glyph burns brightly in the center of the slab, shaped slightly like the imprint of a human hand. It glows a soft green through the stormy wind and the door itself seems to glow be coated in magic.
The winds are beginning to slow slightly, and the visibility is beginning to improve. The Possessed cannot see more than a few feet in this weather, even with their magic perception.
After finishing the simple meal they've provided for her, the enchanting woman reaches her arm for a simple handshake to both Eriana and Kat.
"My name is Ashissa. Pleasure to be your acquiantance during these harsh times, especially after my exhausting trip from the northern desert."
Even with the blood and sand she acquired from the previous fight and her travels, she still remain quite pleasing to the eyes as she makes a cordial smile on her hosts.
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Now that the heat of the moment is over, Leann seems a bit flustered by the people thanking her for her actions. "Anyone would do what I did..." She says as she blushes a bit. As soon as possible she would use her prestidigitation spell to clean herself and her gear once more. Even though she did not use her sword, she would check it as well, since you never knew when it might be needed next.
As soon as the people start to settle down, she would find a corner to hole up in and settle down for a rest, knowing that the new day would be here far too quickly as it was.
Kat smiles faintly and nods her head to the group. "I'm happy to meet you all. If you'll excuse me, I think we could all use some rest to prepare for digging ourselves out of this place come daylight."
She heads into the shadows near the Mastiff, laying down and covering herself with her cloak.
Welp I have no idea what’s going on so I will send all my taken into the storm in different directions if I can
The Possessed spread out in different directions from the lighthouse.
To the North, one finds the half buried remains of the slain officer and then the collapsed Northeast guard tower. The NW tower remains intact, with a ladder up to its battened entrance.
On the West and East walls of the canyon, they find heaped sand and no traces of the tents.
A small wooden shack is found in the Southeast corner, mostly buried in sand, but the door seems accessible.
The South guard tower is still standing, a ladder running up to the storm shutters covering the entrance.
Attack rolls: 17 19
13 20
14 11
attack is first damage second
A sizzling electricity shoots through the sand as several bolts of lightning descend on the mangled tents of the villagers. Two of the tents explode in balls of flame before blowing out in the wind, their inhabitants burning to dust.
From a bank of sand nearby the bodies of a man and a woman jolt to an erect position, a blue bolt arcing through both of them, bursting their tongues, ears and eyes. They begin running through the storm towards the hall, their skin ripping away as the sand grates against them.
Further North, the Taken ruthlessly attack the Goliath. The ranger's blows slide easily off of his thick skin, but the officer slips past his defenses, sliding a long sword through the barbarian's gut and twisting the blade.
Damage 20
There Goliath roars in rage, wounded and skin ripped raw.
He grabs the captain around the neck and rips the sword from his gut, tossing it into the storm.
Stone's Endurance - damaged reduced by 15
Tossing the captain to the ground, he swings his ashen Greataxe -
To Hit 20 / Damage 16
And swings again, severing the Captains head.
To Hit 24 / Damage 9
Falling to his knees, the Goliath breaks a chain from around his neck and shatters a small glass vial, releasing the dust within it to the wind. As it blows, he appears to turn to dust with it, disappearing into the storm.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
(OOC this dice roller is so buggy on Android! Driving me nuts. The party is out of initiative since they are locked away from the storm. Feel free to make yourself at home, rest and interact however you like with anything you want. :-P )
As Hadar pulls the makeshift blockade across the door, the sand pours into the entryway in great heaps before slowing to a small dune holding the door and crates in place.
As soon as the entry is sealed, the Mastiff runs to the door and begins digging and sniffing, letting out yips and whines, pining the disappearance of her master. The Librarian stands and comes to the hound's side, crouching down to comfort her and rub her back.
A noted change in the energy of everyone in the room marks the passing of the stress they all felt being exposed to the elements and the savage creatures, but all is certainly not peaceful here in this room. The filthy bodies of the people rasp as they move in the dark and the din of soft crying is nearly constant.
With a sudden jolt, the wife of the man who had been slain near the door runs to his body, throwing herself upon him and weeping in great, heaving sobs. "Erin! Please, please come back. The Beast cannot take you from me!" she turns him over, looking at his ruined face and kisses his sandy forehead... and screams, lightning jumping into her face and down her spine.
In a blur, the mastiff is on top of the woman, mouth around her neck. The hound shakes back and forth, roaring and growling tremendously. After a full minute of this, a cloud of dust begins obscuring the scene. As the hound slows her attack, a sickening slopping can be heard, followed by a crunch and a dull thud. When the dust has settled, the woman's head is attached by mere ligaments, her eyes wide and mouth open in a eternal scream.
The mastiff walks slowly back to the Librarian, hanging her head, and slumps to the floor by the door.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
"Glad that thing was over."
Ashissa slumps to the ground after that intense encounter. After a minute or two of quick rest and cleaning off the sand and bits of organs stuck on her, she picks herself up and starts asking the locals inside the great hall if they have rations to spare as she needs something to eat and a comfortable place to stay.
With the door sealed, Leann settles back, wiping grit from her forehead after removing her helm once again. "praise be..." She says once it sets in that she is safe once again, and the people in here are as well. She is sorry about the barbarian, but knew there was little she could do for him. She briefly remembers another such and sighs in regret. Looking around she takes in the ragtag group of survivors. Then, with a nod of greeting, she moves over and takes a seat herself, knowing that all that is left to do now is rest and prepare for the next day.
The water from his canteen was cool and smoothing...tasted like crap from too much iron, but he was grateful nonetheless.
As he sat there against the plug, he wanted to take this moment to get a good look around the room, at his fellow combatants, and the other refugees. He couldn't figure out why this place was a sanctuary of sorts? Nothing seemed to special about it on the surface.
But right at that moment, the dog came up scratching for his master. Hadar thought he might turn on him for a moment. He was the one that made the decision to block the barbarian out, after all. Then, the woman came up too, flinging herself on the dead guy. Ugh. Guilt was gnawing at him, but he stood by his...HOLY CRAP! The SP...
Damn. That dog had some shit to work out. It was harsh...yet effective. He could appreciate that.
Perhaps, he shoulda stopped her... *soft grumbles*
With that over, Hadar resets and takes another drink. "Freakin' demons," he mumbles, turning his attention back to the room.
perception check for the room, people, and possible reason for shielding (taking as much time, as needed) = 12
He doesn't care if they think he's staring.
(OOC: oh ffs )
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Wait what just happened
I will command one of my possessed to explore.
Glancing around the room (not caring if anyone thinks he’s staring), Hadar surveys the pathetic scene. Desperate, dirty people in shadowy corners comforting each other and trying to compose themselves. Some of them are getting to their feet and walking towards their saviors, glancing around nervously.
Hadar strains his eyes to see if there is anything interesting around here, but he is having a hard time defining any details as the torchlight bounces, almost as if it is trying to confuse his enhanced visual senses with two spectrums.
There is something not quite right back there in the shadows… or maybe its just the wind.
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One of the few children in the group totters over to Leann as she relaxes, and reaches out to touch her long braided hair, eyes wide. She smiles at Leann and turns nervously back to her mother, burying her face in the woman’s skirt as she steps out of the shadows.
“Thank you, kind strangers” she addresses the party. “We would have been lost without your assistance. You’ve saved us all. I cannot thank you enough for saving my daughter’s life.”
She turns her little one around by the shoulders to face the group. “Say thank you, Samara”.
The little girl looks up at her mother, then quietly, almost in a whisper, gives a dusty - “Thank you” with her little, shaky voice.
The woman smiles distantly and places her hand on her chest. “I am Eriana. You might say the people look to me for direction in this community. I hope that you can find rest here. The storm will blow over eventually, they always do.”
Eriana turns to Ashissa and sets a pitcher of cool water and a sac with several loaves of bread on a small crate nearby. “This is all we have to offer, but there is enough for all you to fill your bellies and quench your thirst.”
Addressing Hagar - “Sir, I thank all that is good for you great strength. I thought nothing would bar the entrance.”
She places her hands on Samara’s shoulders gently and sighs - “We don’t have much here, but feel free to make yourselves at home and rest wherever you can find a place. I wish we could offer you more hospitality, but most of us didn’t have time to collect our belongings, so they are most likely lost to the storm. This Great Hall used to be a meeting place and a rally room for defenders, but it has become more of a storage shed than anything, and a place for us all to hide from the sand storms when we have enough warning to survive them.”
She motions to a couple of more muscular villagers, and they come forward to stand near their three neighbors, sadly observing their grisly state.
“Please excuse me, we must honor and mourn our dead. These three were close friends to some of us, and their passing will weigh heavily on all of us”.
She helps the two others begin lifting and moving the bodies, slowly and respectfully taking them to the back of the hall.
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As Eriana moves away, the Librarian mouths an incantation and makes a slight hand movement, filling the air with a light static that quickly disappates. She seems to relax a bit and she exhales.
“I think we are fully rid of the demons now”. she mutters to no one in particular.
Rising from beside the Mastiff, the Librarian dusts herself off and bows to the party, her colorful garments of crimson, deep orange and blue rustling gently against her form.
“Thank you all” she turns to Leann “And especially you, m’lady, for saving my life and trying to save my library. I am Kat. The great red tent which used to stand across from this hall was our place of relaxation and learning, and my personal collection of books I’ve collected here. It is very dangerous bringing books back from supply runs… food, water and useful items come first. Those books are beyond precious to all of us.”
She places her hand on the huge Mastiff’s head and the dog whines and licks her hand. “This rascal here is Tunist. She is a sweet hound, but you’ve also seen how protective she can be… it is truly unfortunate that she was forced to destroy a woman who she was quite fond of” she solemnly wipes the bloody grime from around the Tunist’s mouth.
Tunist eyes each member of the party individually, finally pacing forward to give them each a good sniff. She seems confused by the scent of the Yuan-tis and cocks her head, ears slightly raised in contemplation as she moves. She stops in front of Hadar and her ears lay back a bit, eyes narrowing. There is something in those eyes, something intelligent. She finally gives a whiny growl and turns around, heavily dropping to the sandy ground near the door.
Kat continues - “We know nothing of exorcism here in this place, and have no way to save those who have been taken. The magic remains a mystery to us. Each night we seek shelter, for the Great Demon takes anyone he finds under the cover of Darkness. The man called Erin that fell moments ago… he was the keeper of the Light. The tower you saw in the middle of the settlement is our beacon of hope, our pinnacle of Light. Only when it is fully functional can we defend this place from the Demons. Perhaps I can locate his key and attempt to learn how to operate it…”
She looks toward the door with a worried expression and quietly wonders “I wonder how Elric fairs out there in the storm.”
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
The sandstorm is furious, but the wind is starting to slow. The skin on the Taken's tattered from is shredded and bloody, its eyes long since torn away and it ears and mouth full of grit. It stumbles shakily through the storm, but can perceive without these senses due to the Demon's great power.
The Taken you're commanding is a ranger, one of the two who fought the barbarian between the North Towers and the Great Hall. The towers are behind it as it faces South, and it stumbles towards the center of town, the Great Hall on its right, the destroyed Library tent on its left, and the Lighthouse to the front. To the south on both sides of the chasm are scraps of ripped, buried tents and the 3 small wooden huts, which are in unknown condition. Far South, the other guard tower sits, also in unknown condition.
As the Possessed Ranger trudges along, it senses the other behind it, following it aimlessly. The two possessed villagers from the tents to the Southeast arrive, running at full speed, only to find the doors to the Great Hall closed and barred. They also turn, falling into line with the other two for some group exploring.
(OOC Where would you like to explore? We are not in initiative, so until the storm is over and its daylight, you can just move wherever you want without tracking speed.
When you get to the place you'd like to explore, roll a Perception check for me. If you'd like to check several of the places outside, roll a check for each one.
Also, roll me a constitution check too. )
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
I say that I go to the lighthouse. Constitution check 2 and perception 12
Thinking his eyes may be a blurry from the sand, Hadar tilts his head back and pours some water into them. Ever so gently, he lifts up his lids, then turning his head to the side, he hopes the dust, sand, and whatnot would be washed away. Better not to rub and scratch anything, he thought.
Allowing his face to air dry, he soon realized that he may look like he's crying. This amused him for a moment. He only did that when he was drunk, really drunk.
Ah, the memories flood forward...he and Indril piss drunk behind the mess tent. She's angrily going off about some ******* she ****ed and he's crying over whatever it was that day. The drink always made that part fuzzy. The ancestors knew he loved that woman more than he should, how could he not. She was his best friend, hilarious, and with a mouth that could make even him blush, occasionally. Damn, did she love it when that happened. . . . . He missed her something awful, a deep ache in chest where she lived in him. May the Ancestors... find her scrawny ass and tell her to come home. *sigh* That was assuming he was going to make it outta here alive or dead or something in between.
Hadar snaps back to the present and takes in a deep breathe, gently letting it back out. His face was drying quickly, and Ah! he thought. He knew exactly what would make him feel better.
Reaching into his bag, he fumbles around for a bit before bringing out a toothbrush, paste, and some mouth twine. He could feel the grit on his tongue and he doubted anyone would mind. So, he got to it. Each tooth had its moment under the brush and his gums were caressed with care. Nothing like a good floss to set the world straight, he mused. Hadar felt better already, stupid demon shit or no. He got up and made sure he spit into a pile of sand, then kicked more over it. Nobody likes a huge wad a spit on the floor at times like these, he knows...been there, done that. Mom would've been proud, though.
What is with all the nostalgia, he bemoaned to himself. This wasn't like him...much.
As he had gotten up from the floor, he rechecks the entry plug to make sure it was secure. Finding it was holding nicely, he dipped his head and went over to the Librarian. Gently extending his hand in greeting, he says, "Not the best of circumstances, but it is nice to meet you. My name is Hadar. I'm sorry for your losses."
He waits to see if she takes it, some do, some are too afraid of his appearance. He gets it.
As he does so, he gives her his kindest eye smile, trying to reassure her that he meant her no harm. Impressing that pooch was gonna take his best efforts.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Kat The Librarian studies Hadar's features before looking down at his hand. She seems slightly hesitant and her eyes glance at the door for a split second before she lays her small hand in his. Her grip is surprisingly strong against his and she makes direct eye contact. "Well met Hadar, thank you for your condolences." She does not return the smile.
Tunist studies the handshake intently, her head on her paws, as she lays near the door.
From the shadows at the back of the room a slight commotion can be heard - a couple of surprised shouts, followed by heavy breathing. Everything seems to settle down again as the denizens of the Great Hall await morning. Tunist raises her head, her ears perking up, but after a moment, she returns to her position on the floor, growling lowly.
Kat keeps her eyes on the back of the room a moment longer, a worried expression on her face, before addressing Leann, Ashissa and Tik.
"May I have the pleasure of your acquaintances, my new friends?"
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
The Possessed continue to hold onto their surprising resilience to the rasping sand of the storm, the four of them circling the lighthouse.
There is a three foot rise of white stones making up the base of the tower and it is about fifteen feet in diameter. The intricate historical artworks, begin above that, are carved expertly into the sandstone as it tapers up to the large brass claws holding the dusty crystal in place. This storm only serves to further wear the carvings away, and soon they may be lost forever.
Toward the South side of the tower, the four beasts find a portal of sorts, with no visible handle or means of opening the entryway. A glyph burns brightly in the center of the slab, shaped slightly like the imprint of a human hand. It glows a soft green through the stormy wind and the door itself seems to glow be coated in magic.
The winds are beginning to slow slightly, and the visibility is beginning to improve. The Possessed cannot see more than a few feet in this weather, even with their magic perception.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
After finishing the simple meal they've provided for her, the enchanting woman reaches her arm for a simple handshake to both Eriana and Kat.
"My name is Ashissa. Pleasure to be your acquiantance during these harsh times, especially after my exhausting trip from the northern desert."
Even with the blood and sand she acquired from the previous fight and her travels, she still remain quite pleasing to the eyes as she makes a cordial smile on her hosts.
Now that the heat of the moment is over, Leann seems a bit flustered by the people thanking her for her actions. "Anyone would do what I did..." She says as she blushes a bit. As soon as possible she would use her prestidigitation spell to clean herself and her gear once more. Even though she did not use her sword, she would check it as well, since you never knew when it might be needed next.
As soon as the people start to settle down, she would find a corner to hole up in and settle down for a rest, knowing that the new day would be here far too quickly as it was.
Welp I have no idea what’s going on so I will send all my taken into the storm in different directions if I can
Kat smiles faintly and nods her head to the group. "I'm happy to meet you all. If you'll excuse me, I think we could all use some rest to prepare for digging ourselves out of this place come daylight."
She heads into the shadows near the Mastiff, laying down and covering herself with her cloak.
Consider this a long rest.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
The Possessed spread out in different directions from the lighthouse.
To the North, one finds the half buried remains of the slain officer and then the collapsed Northeast guard tower. The NW tower remains intact, with a ladder up to its battened entrance.
On the West and East walls of the canyon, they find heaped sand and no traces of the tents.
A small wooden shack is found in the Southeast corner, mostly buried in sand, but the door seems accessible.
The South guard tower is still standing, a ladder running up to the storm shutters covering the entrance.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
What can the devil do other than posses people