Kel huffed, adjusting the extra weight on his shoulders. "We can tend to these. Carry on with your patrols." He responded to the guards suggestion of taking them to the city healer. His vision had begun to clear as the black mist dissipated leaving him feeling a slight better despite knowing some undead version of a bat monster he hucked earlier was flying around. He wasn't going to stand there with a knight on his back like some sort of perverse demon steed while others jawed. He turned from the guards and the ashen corpses of the undead and headed toward the Maiden, following the same course of action the Goliath had with the dwarf in tow it seemed.
"What was all of this? Who was attacking the city?" Anearis looked to the guards, hoping they could help him better understand what caused all of this.
Another of the elven guards responds to Anearis’s inquiries, as the rest of the guards begin inspecting the dead corpses. “We’re not entirely sure, at this time. The fog seemed to roll in from the west. And the undead with it.” The guards poked and prodded the dead bodies with their spears. “Most of the patrols are accounted for, and there were only few casualties, though we’re still waiting for reports from the northwest walls of town, by the priory and cemetery.”
The elf guard who was speaking with Anearis, turned his gaze towards Kel, as he was walking by. There was a look of surprise on his face, and then confusion, mixed with a slight suspicion. He gripped his spear tighter. “Where are you taking the Arbitrator?!?”
Kel stopped, winced, slowly turned to face the elf guard who barked at him. ...oh...great...I'm carrying the Arbitrator like a sack of wheat... He sighed, resigned that this no doubt would somehow reflect badly on the Territory of the First Fire as a whole. "To the closest shelter I know to be safe that I can perform the Rite of Rekindling with what scraps I have left of my own fire that he might awaken once more." He shifted the weight again. "With undead walking, the streets clotted with fog, and the beast a'wing, I'd rather do it inside a structure than out here on the road, 'lest I be part of the group that watched the Arbitrator be carried off by some fel creature. At least I would be spared the indignity of immortalizing it in a report." He gestured quickly with a hand, pantomiming tossing something into the air before quickly regripping the cargo on his back. "You are welcome to escort while I do so but he is heavy and I am tired." With that he turned and began to move again. ...Azzeal preserve me...
(The Guard can take it as Persuasion or Intimidation, to me it's a bit of both and coincidentally the same roll) : 20
"To safety?"Ura answers, as if it's obvious. "It's not like we can leave him out here, we just rescued his as--hhh, astoundingly capable self, and there's still some gigantic bat-terror that might drop in on us at any point. If all these lumps of undead are anything to go by, the Spire is the last place he should be right now. What if a second wave hits?" She pauses. "Oh, right... you guys will have that under control, no doubt!" She points at the Bossom. "It's not like it's a secret where we're going, and you're welcome to come with if you think you can handle splitting your forces in case the undead army comes back for round two."
"We do not mean harm to the Arbitrator. He is in need of medical attention, away from all the danger." Anearis attempts to calmly explain the situation to the leading guard. He is hoping to avoid unnecessary confrontation against people who are clearly not his enemies.
“To safety? You’re literally feet from the door to one of the most fortified buildings in the city.” The guard’s confusion did not leave his face, until one of the human guards piped up, without stopping his random skewering of the undead bodies. “They’reForeigners.” The elf’s face shifted, though seemed still far from appearing to be convinced. ”If his servant is inside, you’d have better luck leaving him there.” The guard continued coordinating the rest of them as they poked at the undead.Making their way through the masses of corpses, they reached the western front of the battlefield.
The initial, supposed leader of the patrol, who had been speaking with you, turned back to you, while the rest continued on westward from the bodies. He still looked somewhat suspicious of the party’s actions. “I’ll be back this way soon enough. I trust when I return, you’ll all have simply carried out the good natured actions, you claimed.”
With nothing further to add to the conversation between the party and the city watch, Kel entered the Maiden's Bossom.
"Make room!" He bellowed at those that could crowd, muscles aching at this point. Carefully he set the body of the Arbitrator down on the floor and placed a hand on the armored chest. Kel closed his eyes and drew from his own inner fire. "Om Azzeal..." he whispered. "...ryculvdy zmuw odipy zmiz zmyh pih kfrl kruqmz alty pary." If the Arbitrator had spark enough left, they would see soon enough. Kel removed his hand and sighed, his own fire dwindling to a small flicker inside his chest. His stomach echoed the sentiment of being near empty.
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Vincent assists Kel with the armored knight, they entered the Maiden’s Bossom; laying him down on a table to the west of the entrance.
Even though Kel’s laying of hands healed the knight minimally, it was as a match lighting a powder keg. The action was all that was needed to kick the knight back into the world of the living and conscious. Valentina had begun to bring over some supplies and request for the armor to be removed, but before the words could even leave her mouth, the knight shot upward, now sitting on the table.
“Back you undead bastards! Was death so sweet, that you require me to bring it to you once more?!?”
The knight heaven heavily, puffs of Smokey steam coming out from his helm. Though it begins to slow.
The knight removed his gauntleted arm from across his chest. He seemed to have been reaching up to something on or above his shoulder that just simply wasn’t there. However, he did not address it further.
His breathing slowed and he looked around, regaining his senses and taking in his surroundings. His motions were calm and slow but his voice was direct and quick. “The beast has returned. The undead are a show of his presence. We have no time to lose.” Seeing Kel directly next to him. “Help me to my feet. I must retrieve my blade, so that I may bury it into the chest of the beast himself.” Not even waiting for physical reactions, he attempted to stand himself, from the table.
The tavern was empty of many of the earlier patrons, but those still remaining stared silently in awe, as this occurred.
"Slow down, Ser D'armes. You just returned from near death." Anearis attempted to place himself in the knight's way to prevent him from going back out. "You are in no condition to fight. What 'beast' are you talking about? You know what happened out there?" While in his way, Anearis made sure that if the knight were to fall down, he would be able to catch him.
...my thanks Great Flame... Kel took a step back as the knight sprang upward. He cocked an eyebrow, taken with how lively the moments ago comatose knight currently was. He shook his head. He turned to the Dwarf that the Goliath had laid out and sighed. "Om Azzeal..." He placed a hand on the dwarfs chest. "...ryculvdy zmuw odipy zmiz zmyh pih kfrl kruqmz alty pary..." His own fire sputtered in his chest and became smoldering coals. He had given all he could for the day. Perhaps it would be enough. He turned back toward the knight as he asked Kel for his help. The Tiefling nodded and helped the Arbitrator to his feet, careful to assist should his legs give way.
"It seemed clear for the moment. Perhaps one of you could assist the Arbitrator with locating his blade...quickly." Kel took a nearby chair, careful to keep his gear from driving holes in the floor, or others. He turned toward the Tiefling doorman and spoke. "Cafwul, xe pyid uo haf tafdv, ph oury uw weylz..."
"Finding things? That's my specialty. You tell me what it looks like, I can try to bring it back to you," Ura tells D'armes. "I mean, you can come along if you want. You look kinda bushed if you ask me, but then again, it's swarming with guards outside now, so you'll have your people with you. Better watch for danger from above, though... we had to let a bat-thing get away to bring you back to the waking world over here."
The knight put his hands upon Anearis’s shoulders, as he blocked his path, and grasped him, as if he was ready to just lift the elf in the air. “The black beast!” Everything he had been saying up to that point had been as if building to hysteria, but after a dead moment of staring at him, the Arbitrator began to regain his senses. He calmly lowered his hands from Anearis. Acknowledging the offers of assistance, he spoke to the party in general. “I appreciate the concern, but I must find my sword. I need to return to the spire.” D’armes, the Arbitrator, attempts to step around Anearis and go for the door.
Upon removing his hands from the dwarf, Kel could confirm that he was stable and his healing had been successful, though still unconscious.
As everyone else, both party and tavern patrons alike, are unsure as what to exactly make of the armored knight, speaking only with half context. He stumbled back towards the main entrance of the Maiden’s Bossom. He spoke of the ‘black beast’ and that there was ‘little time’, but at no point did he provide enough information that anyone hearing could make complete sense of it.
Outside, the black fog was disappearing even more than prior to the party returning indoors. From the tavern’s windows, the line of torches were completely visible, and there was a clear line of sight for approximately 20 feet from wherever you stood.
The knight was caked in blood, gore, and unknown liquids, that left a dripped trail of blackish red, as he moved outside.
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Ura sighed. Well, he’s no madder than anyone else I’ve met here so far,she thinks privately. „I‘m going to cover his back until his guards can help him out,“ she tells the others, trailing after D‘Armes.
She studies the back of the battered man before her. Is he completely barking mad, she wonders, or in touch with a reality others can‘t grasp? Insight: 9
And since she is covering his back, Perception: 13
“Say... what‘s your sword look like?“ she asks him.
Ura gleams very little from the knight beyond what appears on the surface. It’s Obvious to her that D’Armes has an understanding about what was going on, to which no one else in this city was aware. It was a necessity, on a grand cosmic scale, that the knight found his sword, or at the very least, Ura could tell he believed that to be so.
D’armes successfully navigated the stairs from the tavern’s door down to the street below. “It looks like that!” Ura’s heightened senses allowed her to hear the metal scrape and further see the little figure, even before D’armes’s trembling arm lifted. The knight pointed north, to a young halfling, holding a sword twice his height.
The halfling’s head turned, when it heard D’armes, and he hobbled closer, the comparatively massive sword, in tow.
Uthal leaves the dwarf in the care of the Inn and follows Ura and the knight back outside. Once they pass it he picks up his warhammer. Slinging his shield he throws it over a shoulder and just follows quietly.
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Kel huffed, adjusting the extra weight on his shoulders. "We can tend to these. Carry on with your patrols." He responded to the guards suggestion of taking them to the city healer. His vision had begun to clear as the black mist dissipated leaving him feeling a slight better despite knowing some undead version of a bat monster he hucked earlier was flying around. He wasn't going to stand there with a knight on his back like some sort of perverse demon steed while others jawed. He turned from the guards and the ashen corpses of the undead and headed toward the Maiden, following the same course of action the Goliath had with the dwarf in tow it seemed.
Exitus Acta Probat
"What was all of this? Who was attacking the city?" Anearis looked to the guards, hoping they could help him better understand what caused all of this.
Another of the elven guards responds to Anearis’s inquiries, as the rest of the guards begin inspecting the dead corpses. “We’re not entirely sure, at this time. The fog seemed to roll in from the west. And the undead with it.” The guards poked and prodded the dead bodies with their spears. “Most of the patrols are accounted for, and there were only few casualties, though we’re still waiting for reports from the northwest walls of town, by the priory and cemetery.”
The elf guard who was speaking with Anearis, turned his gaze towards Kel, as he was walking by. There was a look of surprise on his face, and then confusion, mixed with a slight suspicion. He gripped his spear tighter. “Where are you taking the Arbitrator?!?”
Kel stopped, winced, slowly turned to face the elf guard who barked at him. ...oh...great...I'm carrying the Arbitrator like a sack of wheat... He sighed, resigned that this no doubt would somehow reflect badly on the Territory of the First Fire as a whole. "To the closest shelter I know to be safe that I can perform the Rite of Rekindling with what scraps I have left of my own fire that he might awaken once more." He shifted the weight again. "With undead walking, the streets clotted with fog, and the beast a'wing, I'd rather do it inside a structure than out here on the road, 'lest I be part of the group that watched the Arbitrator be carried off by some fel creature. At least I would be spared the indignity of immortalizing it in a report." He gestured quickly with a hand, pantomiming tossing something into the air before quickly regripping the cargo on his back. "You are welcome to escort while I do so but he is heavy and I am tired." With that he turned and began to move again. ...Azzeal preserve me...
(The Guard can take it as Persuasion or Intimidation, to me it's a bit of both and coincidentally the same roll) : 20
Exitus Acta Probat
"To safety?" Ura answers, as if it's obvious. "It's not like we can leave him out here, we just rescued his as--hhh, astoundingly capable self, and there's still some gigantic bat-terror that might drop in on us at any point. If all these lumps of undead are anything to go by, the Spire is the last place he should be right now. What if a second wave hits?" She pauses. "Oh, right... you guys will have that under control, no doubt!" She points at the Bossom. "It's not like it's a secret where we're going, and you're welcome to come with if you think you can handle splitting your forces in case the undead army comes back for round two."
"We do not mean harm to the Arbitrator. He is in need of medical attention, away from all the danger." Anearis attempts to calmly explain the situation to the leading guard. He is hoping to avoid unnecessary confrontation against people who are clearly not his enemies.
“To safety? You’re literally feet from the door to one of the most fortified buildings in the city.” The guard’s confusion did not leave his face, until one of the human guards piped up, without stopping his random skewering of the undead bodies. “They’re Foreigners.” The elf’s face shifted, though seemed still far from appearing to be convinced. ”If his servant is inside, you’d have better luck leaving him there.” The guard continued coordinating the rest of them as they poked at the undead. Making their way through the masses of corpses, they reached the western front of the battlefield.
The initial, supposed leader of the patrol, who had been speaking with you, turned back to you, while the rest continued on westward from the bodies. He still looked somewhat suspicious of the party’s actions. “I’ll be back this way soon enough. I trust when I return, you’ll all have simply carried out the good natured actions, you claimed.”
With nothing further to add to the conversation between the party and the city watch, Kel entered the Maiden's Bossom.
"Make room!" He bellowed at those that could crowd, muscles aching at this point. Carefully he set the body of the Arbitrator down on the floor and placed a hand on the armored chest. Kel closed his eyes and drew from his own inner fire. "Om Azzeal..." he whispered. "...ryculvdy zmuw odipy zmiz zmyh pih kfrl kruqmz alty pary." If the Arbitrator had spark enough left, they would see soon enough. Kel removed his hand and sighed, his own fire dwindling to a small flicker inside his chest. His stomach echoed the sentiment of being near empty.
...I need to eat...
(Lay on Hands: +2 HP)
Exitus Acta Probat
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Vincent assists Kel with the armored knight, they entered the Maiden’s Bossom; laying him down on a table to the west of the entrance.
Even though Kel’s laying of hands healed the knight minimally, it was as a match lighting a powder keg. The action was all that was needed to kick the knight back into the world of the living and conscious. Valentina had begun to bring over some supplies and request for the armor to be removed, but before the words could even leave her mouth, the knight shot upward, now sitting on the table.
“Back you undead bastards! Was death so sweet, that you require me to bring it to you once more?!?”
The knight heaven heavily, puffs of Smokey steam coming out from his helm. Though it begins to slow.
Uthal places the dwarf down near the knight. "The undead are dead again knight. Take a moment."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"What did those dead fellows do to deserve you, D'Armes? You must have killed a hundred of those damn things. Real hero of the city."
The knight removed his gauntleted arm from across his chest. He seemed to have been reaching up to something on or above his shoulder that just simply wasn’t there. However, he did not address it further.
His breathing slowed and he looked around, regaining his senses and taking in his surroundings. His motions were calm and slow but his voice was direct and quick. “The beast has returned. The undead are a show of his presence. We have no time to lose.” Seeing Kel directly next to him. “Help me to my feet. I must retrieve my blade, so that I may bury it into the chest of the beast himself.” Not even waiting for physical reactions, he attempted to stand himself, from the table.
The tavern was empty of many of the earlier patrons, but those still remaining stared silently in awe, as this occurred.
"Slow down, Ser D'armes. You just returned from near death." Anearis attempted to place himself in the knight's way to prevent him from going back out. "You are in no condition to fight. What 'beast' are you talking about? You know what happened out there?" While in his way, Anearis made sure that if the knight were to fall down, he would be able to catch him.
...my thanks Great Flame... Kel took a step back as the knight sprang upward. He cocked an eyebrow, taken with how lively the moments ago comatose knight currently was. He shook his head. He turned to the Dwarf that the Goliath had laid out and sighed. "Om Azzeal..." He placed a hand on the dwarfs chest. "...ryculvdy zmuw odipy zmiz zmyh pih kfrl kruqmz alty pary..." His own fire sputtered in his chest and became smoldering coals. He had given all he could for the day. Perhaps it would be enough. He turned back toward the knight as he asked Kel for his help. The Tiefling nodded and helped the Arbitrator to his feet, careful to assist should his legs give way.
"It seemed clear for the moment. Perhaps one of you could assist the Arbitrator with locating his blade...quickly." Kel took a nearby chair, careful to keep his gear from driving holes in the floor, or others. He turned toward the Tiefling doorman and spoke. "Cafwul, xe pyid uo haf tafdv, ph oury uw weylz..."
(Lay on Hands: +1 HP)
Cousin, a meal if you could, my fire is spent...
Exitus Acta Probat
"Finding things? That's my specialty. You tell me what it looks like, I can try to bring it back to you," Ura tells D'armes. "I mean, you can come along if you want. You look kinda bushed if you ask me, but then again, it's swarming with guards outside now, so you'll have your people with you. Better watch for danger from above, though... we had to let a bat-thing get away to bring you back to the waking world over here."
The knight put his hands upon Anearis’s shoulders, as he blocked his path, and grasped him, as if he was ready to just lift the elf in the air. “The black beast!” Everything he had been saying up to that point had been as if building to hysteria, but after a dead moment of staring at him, the Arbitrator began to regain his senses. He calmly lowered his hands from Anearis. Acknowledging the offers of assistance, he spoke to the party in general. “I appreciate the concern, but I must find my sword. I need to return to the spire.” D’armes, the Arbitrator, attempts to step around Anearis and go for the door.
Upon removing his hands from the dwarf, Kel could confirm that he was stable and his healing had been successful, though still unconscious.
As everyone else, both party and tavern patrons alike, are unsure as what to exactly make of the armored knight, speaking only with half context. He stumbled back towards the main entrance of the Maiden’s Bossom.
He spoke of the ‘black beast’ and that there was ‘little time’, but at no point did he provide enough information that anyone hearing could make complete sense of it.
Outside, the black fog was disappearing even more than prior to the party returning indoors. From the tavern’s windows, the line of torches were completely visible, and there was a clear line of sight for approximately 20 feet from wherever you stood.
The knight was caked in blood, gore, and unknown liquids, that left a dripped trail of blackish red, as he moved outside.
Ura sighed. Well, he’s no madder than anyone else I’ve met here so far, she thinks privately. „I‘m going to cover his back until his guards can help him out,“ she tells the others, trailing after D‘Armes.
She studies the back of the battered man before her. Is he completely barking mad, she wonders, or in touch with a reality others can‘t grasp? Insight: 9
And since she is covering his back, Perception: 13
“Say... what‘s your sword look like?“ she asks him.
Ura gleams very little from the knight beyond what appears on the surface. It’s Obvious to her that D’Armes has an understanding about what was going on, to which no one else in this city was aware. It was a necessity, on a grand cosmic scale, that the knight found his sword, or at the very least, Ura could tell he believed that to be so.
D’armes successfully navigated the stairs from the tavern’s door down to the street below. “It looks like that!”
Ura’s heightened senses allowed her to hear the metal scrape and further see the little figure, even before D’armes’s trembling arm lifted. The knight pointed north, to a young halfling, holding a sword twice his height.
The halfling’s head turned, when it heard D’armes, and he hobbled closer, the comparatively massive sword, in tow.
Uthal leaves the dwarf in the care of the Inn and follows Ura and the knight back outside. Once they pass it he picks up his warhammer. Slinging his shield he throws it over a shoulder and just follows quietly.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne