"Huh. That can't be good. I wonder what the chances are that some shit is going down here because of our Berossus 'friends' in town?"
Ura hated being left in the dark about anything. And she also had the experience of often being ignored in a crisis; very few nobles bothered to inform the street rats of quarantines or fires or any other dangers - it'd always been up to a matter of survival of the fittest for those on the bottom rungs of society. The people at the bar seemed like good sorts, but old habits die hard and Ura had never been the trusting sort. When she saw the people in the bar begin to react, she rose to her feet and moved steadily towards the exit, hands on her weapons, intent on doing some scouting.
“Miss, I need you to please stay inside, until we know what’s going on.” Vincent stepped from the small entry room door, and stood in Ura’s way of progressing forward. He looked over Ura’s head. ((Not necessarily a difficult task.)) “Valentina, open the front shutters, East side only!”
The woman responded, by going to the northeast corner and pulling a heavy chain, tucked in to a wooden side board. The curtains and shutters of the entrance wall, by the bar slide open, while those near the general seating and rest of the room remained closed. Valentina, calls to the entire area, “Everyone please stay calm, but stay away from the windows, until we know what’s happening.” She begins shooting patrons away from the bar, as it was in line with the now open windows.
Vincent leaves his obstructing position, and goes to the nearest window. ((Map to be provided, via discord channel))
As Vincent stood at the window, another tiefling came and stood next to him. Unlike the bare-bones attire that Vincent wore, this one was in full chain mail armor, including a cowl around his head, that allowed his horns to poke through. It otherwise his his actual face from view, and his back now towards the party. The new tiefling said something to Vincent in an unknown language, however you are all close enough to hear his reply, delivered in common tongue, “The darkness, it’s like a veil of black. Even on the darkest nights, I can see past the Arbitrator’s Spire from here.” Vincent then turned to Valentina, “the torches.” She simply nodded to him and disappeared through the door behind the bar.
Vincent was right though. While the windows were open and in close proximity to the entire party, even those with dark vision could not see anything past a few feet outside the windows.
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„Magic,“ Ura says, moving closer to the window. „Well, eyes aren‘t the only senses we have,“ she mutters, leaning in close and closing her own, listening intently.
As she was dashing to the door behind the counter, Valentina replies to Anearis's questioning. Her voice trailing off, but audible enough for Anearis to hear, before she disappears from sight completely. "The city guard rings those bells to clear the streets. Warning the citizens to stay indoors."
As Ura moves closer to the window, the scene outside becomes no more clearer. Listening closely, just barely in between rings of the bells that seem to come from all over the city, Ura also hears screams; some drawn out, others cut short. Somewhere outside the window in front of Ura, she hears footsteps, struggling, and the meeting of steel to flesh. The same sounds continue, the screams grow fewer, but the struggling outside continues. After a few moments, a blast of light cuts through the darkness, but its potency is short lived. Approximately 10 feet or so from the base of the building, a row of flames shot up, each flame about five feet tall with about five feet of space between them, from the city street.
The darkness dispersed for a second, allowing Ura to see, before the darkness retook the scene. After the darkness returned, faint glows of the torches blur through, but offer no illumination to their surroundings. However, in that split second, Ura managed to see the potential origin of some of the sounds she had heard. There, beyond the spouts of fire, a crowd of figures attacking an armored figure, near the base of the Arbitrator's Spire. While much of the detail of the figures and armored man were blurred and dark, one thing that stood out was a large red cross on the man's torso.
Uthal looks out at the figure. "I assume that would be the thing we're staying inside for? What is it?" He then taps Anearis on the shoulder, giving him Vigilant Blessing.
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"It's something at the base of the Arbitrator's Spine. An armored man with a large red cross on his torso. It sounds like the city guards are fighting him... and not doing too well, to be honest,"she tells the other, freely sharing the information not only with the party but also Valentina and Vincent.
Rummaging through her pack, Ura pulls out her hooded lantern and prepares it, throwing the hood wide open. "I'm not sure this will help at all against magic darkness, but it's all I've got,"she tells the others. "It's a fool's errand to try and shoot a bow through that, I'm just as likely to hit one of you as that big ugly marked thing at the Spire, so I'll just hold onto it for now," she adds, preparing one of her shortswords for a quick draw if necessary. "I'm not about to champion a suicide mission to run out there and get mixed up in something we don't know, but..." Ura sighs. "This isn't Cathaan. So far I actually like the guards we've met here." She looks at the others, then at Vincent. "So what're you and your walking wall of armor friend planning on doing right now?"
Uthal holds his shield out in front of himself and moves slightly towards the door, his fingers flexing as he does. "If we do decide to go the goddess has granted me a new trick that may be quite helpful."
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The armored tiefling slowly drew his great sword, muttering something under his breathe, his eyes closed as he did so. Few of the other patrons followed suit; including a bald dwarf in half-scale armor, with a shield and hammer steps up behind Uthal, almost an miniature imitation of the goliath, seemingly inspired to join the fight. "I fight wit' the Destroyer."
Vincent turned and looked at all the patrons behind him, as well as Valentina behind the bar. "I will do what I am here to do. Protect this place, and those within her walls. I implore you to remain in here, where it is safe, but if any of you still wish to go beyond the doors, I cannot stop you."
The other tiefling looked over to Ura, responding as well. “Beyond these walls the undead walk, I feel their presence like an oil slick upon my fingertips." He glanced back towards the crowd behind him. "If the walking dead are not something you can contend with, I suggest you remain inside.”
At the tiefling's comment, Anearis steps up. "I do not fear them. And I will not stand idly by while people are in danger outside these walls." He then turns to Vincent and Valentina. "I trust that you are able to keep this place safe."
He walks up to the tiefling in armor and extends his hand to him. "I am Anearis. Who would you be, Sir?"
The tiefling turned to Anearis, swapping his sword hand for a moment and extending his right gauntleted hand past the open one of the elf. Rather than shaking Anearis’s hand, he took a firm grip of his forearm and gave it a single shake.
"Kel Iscariuss, Hellheart of the Order of the Wall." He released his grasp. "Is it your intent then to step foot into that darkness?" Kel gestured with a nod of his head, towards the window, while switching his greatsword back to his favored hand. "You seem...little equipped for an unknown number of assailants.”
"I do not intend to step out their without a plan." Anearis look back to the window where the darkness is located. "You seem to have a certain understanding of what is happening. What would you suggest we do?"
Kel shrugged, his armor clinking as it shadowed the movement of his shoulders. "The dead belong to the dead, not among the living. That they are out there I know for certain. How many, what they may be doing, who they are attacking and why? I know not." He turned his head to Anearis for a moment. "Numbers and determination are what is needed if you plan to go out there." He scoffed. "Some magic against this unholy dark would go a long way as well."He inclined his head toward the others gathering by the door. "...are you traveling companions? If so, should you all decide to go, my blade will join the fray and the First FIre willing..." He gave a small glance towards the rafters. "..keep us from joining the dead."
Uthal looks down at the dwarf. "If we go you can come. But if you die I'll kill you again myself." He then looks over to the monk and the new thiefling. "Do we just go kill the big one? Seems like it may be in charge someone if it's armoured and adorned."
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"What is going on? What do those bells mean?" Anearis asks Valentina with look of confusion on his face.
Uthal stands and turns to the door, moving his shield in front of himself for the first time before tapping his chest, saying "helbrede." cure wounds 3
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"Huh. That can't be good. I wonder what the chances are that some shit is going down here because of our Berossus 'friends' in town?"
Ura hated being left in the dark about anything. And she also had the experience of often being ignored in a crisis; very few nobles bothered to inform the street rats of quarantines or fires or any other dangers - it'd always been up to a matter of survival of the fittest for those on the bottom rungs of society. The people at the bar seemed like good sorts, but old habits die hard and Ura had never been the trusting sort. When she saw the people in the bar begin to react, she rose to her feet and moved steadily towards the exit, hands on her weapons, intent on doing some scouting.
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“Miss, I need you to please stay inside, until we know what’s going on.” Vincent stepped from the small entry room door, and stood in Ura’s way of progressing forward. He looked over Ura’s head. ((Not necessarily a difficult task.)) “Valentina, open the front shutters, East side only!”
The woman responded, by going to the northeast corner and pulling a heavy chain, tucked in to a wooden side board. The curtains and shutters of the entrance wall, by the bar slide open, while those near the general seating and rest of the room remained closed. Valentina, calls to the entire area, “Everyone please stay calm, but stay away from the windows, until we know what’s happening.” She begins shooting patrons away from the bar, as it was in line with the now open windows.
Vincent leaves his obstructing position, and goes to the nearest window. ((Map to be provided, via discord channel))
As Vincent stood at the window, another tiefling came and stood next to him. Unlike the bare-bones attire that Vincent wore, this one was in full chain mail armor, including a cowl around his head, that allowed his horns to poke through. It otherwise his his actual face from view, and his back now towards the party. The new tiefling said something to Vincent in an unknown language, however you are all close enough to hear his reply, delivered in common tongue, “The darkness, it’s like a veil of black. Even on the darkest nights, I can see past the Arbitrator’s Spire from here.” Vincent then turned to Valentina, “the torches.” She simply nodded to him and disappeared through the door behind the bar.
Vincent was right though. While the windows were open and in close proximity to the entire party, even those with dark vision could not see anything past a few feet outside the windows.
‘’Lady Valentina, what is the meaning of this?’’ Anearis asks as he sees the situation escalate quickly. ‘’What do those bells ringing mean?’’
Ander draws his sword slowly, holding the blade across his lap.
„Magic,“ Ura says, moving closer to the window. „Well, eyes aren‘t the only senses we have,“ she mutters, leaning in close and closing her own, listening intently.
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As she was dashing to the door behind the counter, Valentina replies to Anearis's questioning. Her voice trailing off, but audible enough for Anearis to hear, before she disappears from sight completely. "The city guard rings those bells to clear the streets. Warning the citizens to stay indoors."
As Ura moves closer to the window, the scene outside becomes no more clearer. Listening closely, just barely in between rings of the bells that seem to come from all over the city, Ura also hears screams; some drawn out, others cut short. Somewhere outside the window in front of Ura, she hears footsteps, struggling, and the meeting of steel to flesh. The same sounds continue, the screams grow fewer, but the struggling outside continues. After a few moments, a blast of light cuts through the darkness, but its potency is short lived. Approximately 10 feet or so from the base of the building, a row of flames shot up, each flame about five feet tall with about five feet of space between them, from the city street.
The darkness dispersed for a second, allowing Ura to see, before the darkness retook the scene. After the darkness returned, faint glows of the torches blur through, but offer no illumination to their surroundings. However, in that split second, Ura managed to see the potential origin of some of the sounds she had heard. There, beyond the spouts of fire, a crowd of figures attacking an armored figure, near the base of the Arbitrator's Spire. While much of the detail of the figures and armored man were blurred and dark, one thing that stood out was a large red cross on the man's torso.
Uthal looks out at the figure. "I assume that would be the thing we're staying inside for? What is it?" He then taps Anearis on the shoulder, giving him Vigilant Blessing.
((Anearis has advantage on his next initiative roll))
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"It's something at the base of the Arbitrator's Spine. An armored man with a large red cross on his torso. It sounds like the city guards are fighting him... and not doing too well, to be honest," she tells the other, freely sharing the information not only with the party but also Valentina and Vincent.
Rummaging through her pack, Ura pulls out her hooded lantern and prepares it, throwing the hood wide open. "I'm not sure this will help at all against magic darkness, but it's all I've got," she tells the others. "It's a fool's errand to try and shoot a bow through that, I'm just as likely to hit one of you as that big ugly marked thing at the Spire, so I'll just hold onto it for now," she adds, preparing one of her shortswords for a quick draw if necessary. "I'm not about to champion a suicide mission to run out there and get mixed up in something we don't know, but..." Ura sighs. "This isn't Cathaan. So far I actually like the guards we've met here." She looks at the others, then at Vincent. "So what're you and your walking wall of armor friend planning on doing right now?"
Uthal holds his shield out in front of himself and moves slightly towards the door, his fingers flexing as he does. "If we do decide to go the goddess has granted me a new trick that may be quite helpful."
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The armored tiefling slowly drew his great sword, muttering something under his breathe, his eyes closed as he did so. Few of the other patrons followed suit; including a bald dwarf in half-scale armor, with a shield and hammer steps up behind Uthal, almost an miniature imitation of the goliath, seemingly inspired to join the fight. "I fight wit' the Destroyer."
Vincent turned and looked at all the patrons behind him, as well as Valentina behind the bar. "I will do what I am here to do. Protect this place, and those within her walls. I implore you to remain in here, where it is safe, but if any of you still wish to go beyond the doors, I cannot stop you."
The other tiefling looked over to Ura, responding as well. “Beyond these walls the undead walk, I feel their presence like an oil slick upon my fingertips." He glanced back towards the crowd behind him. "If the walking dead are not something you can contend with, I suggest you remain inside.”
At the tiefling's comment, Anearis steps up. "I do not fear them. And I will not stand idly by while people are in danger outside these walls." He then turns to Vincent and Valentina. "I trust that you are able to keep this place safe."
He walks up to the tiefling in armor and extends his hand to him. "I am Anearis. Who would you be, Sir?"
The tiefling turned to Anearis, swapping his sword hand for a moment and extending his right gauntleted hand past the open one of the elf. Rather than shaking Anearis’s hand, he took a firm grip of his forearm and gave it a single shake.
"Kel Iscariuss, Hellheart of the Order of the Wall." He released his grasp. "Is it your intent then to step foot into that darkness?" Kel gestured with a nod of his head, towards the window, while switching his greatsword back to his favored hand. "You seem...little equipped for an unknown number of assailants.”
"I do not intend to step out their without a plan." Anearis look back to the window where the darkness is located. "You seem to have a certain understanding of what is happening. What would you suggest we do?"
Kel shrugged, his armor clinking as it shadowed the movement of his shoulders. "The dead belong to the dead, not among the living. That they are out there I know for certain. How many, what they may be doing, who they are attacking and why? I know not." He turned his head to Anearis for a moment. "Numbers and determination are what is needed if you plan to go out there." He scoffed. "Some magic against this unholy dark would go a long way as well." He inclined his head toward the others gathering by the door. "...are you traveling companions? If so, should you all decide to go, my blade will join the fray and the First FIre willing..." He gave a small glance towards the rafters. "..keep us from joining the dead."
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Uthal looks down at the dwarf. "If we go you can come. But if you die I'll kill you again myself." He then looks over to the monk and the new thiefling. "Do we just go kill the big one? Seems like it may be in charge someone if it's armoured and adorned."
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"Seems like a good place to start." Ander stands and nods towards the door. "Shall we?"
"Let's do this," Ura says in agreement, holding her dim lantern aloft. "Eh... lead the way, you armored folks," she adds, pulling out her shortsword.