The muscular satyr swings his axe in a vicious downstroke and the prone merfolk stands no chance as its head is lopped clean off of its head. The human stands over the now dead body of the merfolk, bleeding heavily from his wounds and with a bloody dagger in his own hand. Meanwhile, a few feet back, a black-skinned tiefling girl lets out a sigh and lowers the hand that just released her dagger. A wave of relief washes over the trio as the last conscious merfolk is dispatched and they are left with four unconscious sea creatures lying next to them in the street.
Black ooze continues to pour from the merfolk's bodies and their unnatural nature is clear for all to see.
Radis stands there, panting for a moment, but also working hard to suppress his stomach from throwing out all that's inside. Death, again. No matter where he goes, it haunts him. Well, he tried, gods know he did. He cleans his dagger on his clothes - they're tattered and bloodied either way - and then stows it back. Looking up at Requiem, to signal he's alright - even though he's hurt physically and unstable emotionally - he also searches for Visker and his family. Were they watching from some safe place, through a window from the second floor? Lastly, he turns to the Satyr next to him. His eyes lay on the axe for a moment, though it is not the expression of fear that his face wears. Then, raising his eyes to look at the Satyr's, he greets him: "Well met, warrior. My name is Radis." His tone is stable, despite everything, and shows confidence. He offers his hand for a firm handshake, should the Satyr accept it.
Requiem shakes as she takes in the situation once more, scolding herself for having blown what cover she had. She nods weakly to Radis before seeming to remember something. “Th-those four. They’re not dead, just sleeping, and they’ll wake in a few moments. Maybe we should finish them off.”
Robin stands frozen in place for a moment. Did she just see these kill a helpless person... She frowns, stepping forward a bit and, only then, seeing the unnatural blackness leaking from the body.
"What has happened to those merfolk?" She asks as she steps up to where the others stand over the unconscious merfolk. Her emerald eyes sweep those standing, checking for injuries. "Are any of you hurt, I can offer some healing if you are in need." Her attention is more focused on the strange blackness leaking from the merfolk's wounds though. She kneels down next to one and tries to figure out if she recognizes it...
Arcana: 22 Nature: 21 Survival: 15
Robin is a human-looking female with long red hair, a bit mussed currently, and wearing a cloak. Her clothes are a bit dirty, but well-made and of solid quality.
“They started to attack us and one of the houses.” Requiem looks up to the stranger. “I’m fine, but… those two could use some healing.” she points to Radis and the Satyr.
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Robin glances up from the body she was examining. She nods to the injured two and moves to them. She casts cure wounds on each, healing them each for 9 and 5 respectively.
Radis was never very good at reading people, and he had little to no familiarity with magic. Thus, when the woman approached, offering "healing", he assumed she had bandages or something of that kind. Only when his wounds begin to close, he realises what's going on. He had seen it before... just from a completely different perspective. He quickly turns to her, hopefully so that his newly-closed wounds are hidden from Rathos. "Stay away, woman!" He pushes her away slightly. Radis gives a grave face. However, it does not look as if there's hatred in it. Rather, it is concern that is showing through. "Have you lost your mind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He has no choice but to be vague.
Robin frowns at the man and shrugs. "Note to self, don't be healing those who are rude afterwards." She shakes her head and turns back to her examination of the body.
Rathos accepts the human’s handshake – his grip is strong and rough. His features are freshly scarred and rough, but he bears a rugged and feral grin for the human man.
“Radis, I am Rathos. You survived.”
He turns towards the others, and upon the warning of the merely unconscious merfolk, matter of factly moves from one to the other, dropping the blade of his axe into the neck of each one.
“Your kindness will get you killed. These creatures were given a chance, and fought on.”
As the satyr commences one coup de grace after another, his appearance becomes obvious - his eyes are blank white orbs, his hair long, black in a thick braid. His armor is a roughshod collection of animal hides, and his horns darken from ivory white at the brown to black near the backswept points. His ears, pointed, almost elven, with a beautiful golden band hanging from one. He travels very lightly, equipped only with a sling and a pouch of bullets, aside from his thoroughly utilized battleaxe.
(Realized I forgot to give a description for Requiem. My bad.)
Requiem is a young tiefling woman with ebony skin. Her hair is white and her ebony horns curl around and forward. She wears plain, dark robes with vestments over them, and has an amulet bearing the symbol of Tentran, the judge of deceased souls. Her traveler’s cloak is wrapped tightly around her and her eyes betray unfamiliarity and confusion at her current situation.
She glances sadly at the fallen merfolk, holding her amulet and whispering a prayer. Once she finished, she approaches Rathos, eyeing his weapon. ”Rathos, wasn’t it? Might I ask - there’s something familiar about your particular weapon. Where did you get it?”
"That is likely the best option." Robin says regretfully as the mermen are slain one after the other. "They seem likely to be under the control of some aboration or another, and likely were not here under their own volition, so could not, even if they wished to, decide to surrendor or anything else a normal person would do." She brushes dirt off the skirt of her tunic as she stands up again. "Were these after you directly, or were they more random with their attacks?" She glances to the three. "And, I am Robin." She brushes her long red pony tail behind her shoulder, the hair in it a good deal messed, with twigs and leaves in it, but it is clearly not her normal appearance, as her skin, her clothes, and even her hair, look to be well tended as the norm, just out of her element at the moment.
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Requiem steps back, narrowing her eyes. "I'm afraid I can't believe you - that particular axe was used to kill a few companions of mine, not more than a day or two ago..."
She pauses, clutching her amulet. "I believe the axewoman's name was Fallithra, if that rings a bell."
Radis is male human in his early twenties. His skin is a tone similar to sand and his hair is black and reaches a little below his shoulders. His eyes are grey, though as all grey eyes, they sometimes appear green or blue. Now, they seem to lean more towards green. He is neither particularly tall nor muscular.
Radis seems shocked for a moment. That couldn't be... but... He moves between Rathos and Requiem, ready to stop violence in case one develops. "Fallithra is a known name in these areas, everyone would know about her. More importantly, if she is your mother, then you both suffered losses, let's not shed more blood needlessly." He glances towards the dead merfolk. Was there really nothing else he could have done? Then, back to the two, making sure they don't fight each other.
For a moment, Rathos doesn't react, and there is a flash of rage in his features - his stance slowers, his eyes narrow, and face flushes.
But, with a long, strained breath, the satyr reins it in. . . and then laughs. It is a hollow sound, lacking the mirth it should.
"Unbelievable! Then I guess I can go home sooner than I thought! Tell me, how much mageblood did she spill before she went down? We weren't very close, but if she made a name for herself, I'd like to know if she was any good at killing!"
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Robin frowns at Rathos's comment on slaying mages. Then the earlier comment to her about her using magic sinks in and she steps a bit away from Rathos. She starts to wonder exactly who these people are, and if they are safe for her to be around. As a mage herself, she is uncertain if she is safe here. As she used all of her most powerful spells healing those two, she feels a bit naked now, with only small magics left to her.
Requiem simply closes her eyes, sighing. "Truthfully? None. She spilled no mage blood when she died. The people she killed were Booran. And it wasn't a battle. She interrupted a funeral and disrespected the spirit of the deceased that I was in the middle of laying to rest."
As Radis steps between them, she nods, wanting to emphasize her point more than come to blows. "Of course, Booran or Magus, the gods don't distinguish. Her soul will find rest with Boradrum along with those who fought against her, as all warriors do in their next life. Take solace in that."
"Oh, don't worry," Radis answers with a grim face, "she was good at killing. Very good." Then, after a few moments of silence, he remembers to add: "Or, at least, so the stories tell. They say her twin battle-axes were an inspiration, or a reason to start praying to whatever god that might listen. Depends on whether you were her ally or her foe. However, that she would do what you describe sounds like nothing I know..." He thinks about this moment, looking down at one of the black-bloodied bodies lying around, quickly shifting his look from the sight. "Under control..." He mumbles, remembering the red-headed woman's latest words, wondering if there might be any truth to the stories he's hearing now.
Rathos listens to the others give their accounts of who Fallithra was, processing for a few longer moments. Then he simple lowers the battleaxe, dropping the head into the ichor-muddled dirt, and leans on the upturned haft. If he harbors homicidal intent towards all mages, he is at the least distracted by the information he has just received.
"Well, at least she didn't just drop dead in a ditch of an infection, yeah?"
He scratches the scruff of his billy-goat chin.
"I'd like to know more, if this is something all you people have heard of. I can protect you all while you rest, in barter for your tales."
"Well, at least she didn't just drop dead in a ditch of an infection, yeah?"
("Perhaps she would have fared better if that had happened. Tentran does not take kindly to disrespect of the dead. Perhaps his curse is what led to the downfall of this supposedly great warrior.") Requiem thinks, though she dares not say this out loud. Instead, she starts to walk toward the house that the merfolk were attacking. "Perhaps, Rathos. Give me a moment."
She knocks on the door of the house. "Hello? The creatures attacking your house have been stopped - are you all alright?"
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The muscular satyr swings his axe in a vicious downstroke and the prone merfolk stands no chance as its head is lopped clean off of its head. The human stands over the now dead body of the merfolk, bleeding heavily from his wounds and with a bloody dagger in his own hand. Meanwhile, a few feet back, a black-skinned tiefling girl lets out a sigh and lowers the hand that just released her dagger. A wave of relief washes over the trio as the last conscious merfolk is dispatched and they are left with four unconscious sea creatures lying next to them in the street.
Black ooze continues to pour from the merfolk's bodies and their unnatural nature is clear for all to see.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Radis stands there, panting for a moment, but also working hard to suppress his stomach from throwing out all that's inside. Death, again. No matter where he goes, it haunts him. Well, he tried, gods know he did. He cleans his dagger on his clothes - they're tattered and bloodied either way - and then stows it back.
Looking up at Requiem, to signal he's alright - even though he's hurt physically and unstable emotionally - he also searches for Visker and his family. Were they watching from some safe place, through a window from the second floor?
Lastly, he turns to the Satyr next to him. His eyes lay on the axe for a moment, though it is not the expression of fear that his face wears. Then, raising his eyes to look at the Satyr's, he greets him: "Well met, warrior. My name is Radis." His tone is stable, despite everything, and shows confidence. He offers his hand for a firm handshake, should the Satyr accept it.
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Requiem shakes as she takes in the situation once more, scolding herself for having blown what cover she had. She nods weakly to Radis before seeming to remember something. “Th-those four. They’re not dead, just sleeping, and they’ll wake in a few moments. Maybe we should finish them off.”
Robin stands frozen in place for a moment. Did she just see these kill a helpless person... She frowns, stepping forward a bit and, only then, seeing the unnatural blackness leaking from the body.
"What has happened to those merfolk?" She asks as she steps up to where the others stand over the unconscious merfolk. Her emerald eyes sweep those standing, checking for injuries. "Are any of you hurt, I can offer some healing if you are in need." Her attention is more focused on the strange blackness leaking from the merfolk's wounds though. She kneels down next to one and tries to figure out if she recognizes it...
Arcana: 22
Nature: 21
Survival: 15
Robin is a human-looking female with long red hair, a bit mussed currently, and wearing a cloak. Her clothes are a bit dirty, but well-made and of solid quality.
“They started to attack us and one of the houses.” Requiem looks up to the stranger. “I’m fine, but… those two could use some healing.” she points to Radis and the Satyr.
Robin glances up from the body she was examining. She nods to the injured two and moves to them. She casts cure wounds on each, healing them each for 9 and 5 respectively.
Radis was never very good at reading people, and he had little to no familiarity with magic. Thus, when the woman approached, offering "healing", he assumed she had bandages or something of that kind. Only when his wounds begin to close, he realises what's going on. He had seen it before... just from a completely different perspective.
He quickly turns to her, hopefully so that his newly-closed wounds are hidden from Rathos. "Stay away, woman!" He pushes her away slightly. Radis gives a grave face. However, it does not look as if there's hatred in it. Rather, it is concern that is showing through. "Have you lost your mind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He has no choice but to be vague.
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Robin frowns at the man and shrugs. "Note to self, don't be healing those who are rude afterwards." She shakes her head and turns back to her examination of the body.
Rathos accepts the human’s handshake – his grip is strong and rough. His features are freshly scarred and rough, but he bears a rugged and feral grin for the human man.
“Radis, I am Rathos. You survived.”
He turns towards the others, and upon the warning of the merely unconscious merfolk, matter of factly moves from one to the other, dropping the blade of his axe into the neck of each one.
“Your kindness will get you killed. These creatures were given a chance, and fought on.”
As the satyr commences one coup de grace after another, his appearance becomes obvious - his eyes are blank white orbs, his hair long, black in a thick braid. His armor is a roughshod collection of animal hides, and his horns darken from ivory white at the brown to black near the backswept points. His ears, pointed, almost elven, with a beautiful golden band hanging from one. He travels very lightly, equipped only with a sling and a pouch of bullets, aside from his thoroughly utilized battleaxe.
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
(Realized I forgot to give a description for Requiem. My bad.)
Requiem is a young tiefling woman with ebony skin. Her hair is white and her ebony horns curl around and forward. She wears plain, dark robes with vestments over them, and has an amulet bearing the symbol of Tentran, the judge of deceased souls. Her traveler’s cloak is wrapped tightly around her and her eyes betray unfamiliarity and confusion at her current situation.
She glances sadly at the fallen merfolk, holding her amulet and whispering a prayer. Once she finished, she approaches Rathos, eyeing his weapon. ”Rathos, wasn’t it? Might I ask - there’s something familiar about your particular weapon. Where did you get it?”
"That is likely the best option." Robin says regretfully as the mermen are slain one after the other. "They seem likely to be under the control of some aboration or another, and likely were not here under their own volition, so could not, even if they wished to, decide to surrendor or anything else a normal person would do." She brushes dirt off the skirt of her tunic as she stands up again. "Were these after you directly, or were they more random with their attacks?" She glances to the three. "And, I am Robin." She brushes her long red pony tail behind her shoulder, the hair in it a good deal messed, with twigs and leaves in it, but it is clearly not her normal appearance, as her skin, her clothes, and even her hair, look to be well tended as the norm, just out of her element at the moment.
"Robin, if that is true, that they were compelled, then their death is mercy. To die free is better than to live enslaved."
Turning his head back to the dusky tiefling, he hefts his blood-soaked battleaxe so she can see it better.
"It is an heirloom of sorts. My mother wielded it, but more than that I do not know."
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Requiem steps back, narrowing her eyes. "I'm afraid I can't believe you - that particular axe was used to kill a few companions of mine, not more than a day or two ago..."
She pauses, clutching her amulet. "I believe the axewoman's name was Fallithra, if that rings a bell."
Insight: 20
Radis is male human in his early twenties. His skin is a tone similar to sand and his hair is black and reaches a little below his shoulders. His eyes are grey, though as all grey eyes, they sometimes appear green or blue. Now, they seem to lean more towards green. He is neither particularly tall nor muscular.
Radis seems shocked for a moment. That couldn't be... but... He moves between Rathos and Requiem, ready to stop violence in case one develops. "Fallithra is a known name in these areas, everyone would know about her. More importantly, if she is your mother, then you both suffered losses, let's not shed more blood needlessly." He glances towards the dead merfolk. Was there really nothing else he could have done? Then, back to the two, making sure they don't fight each other.
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For a moment, Rathos doesn't react, and there is a flash of rage in his features - his stance slowers, his eyes narrow, and face flushes.
But, with a long, strained breath, the satyr reins it in. . . and then laughs. It is a hollow sound, lacking the mirth it should.
"Unbelievable! Then I guess I can go home sooner than I thought! Tell me, how much mageblood did she spill before she went down? We weren't very close, but if she made a name for herself, I'd like to know if she was any good at killing!"
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Robin frowns at Rathos's comment on slaying mages. Then the earlier comment to her about her using magic sinks in and she steps a bit away from Rathos. She starts to wonder exactly who these people are, and if they are safe for her to be around. As a mage herself, she is uncertain if she is safe here. As she used all of her most powerful spells healing those two, she feels a bit naked now, with only small magics left to her.
Requiem simply closes her eyes, sighing. "Truthfully? None. She spilled no mage blood when she died. The people she killed were Booran. And it wasn't a battle. She interrupted a funeral and disrespected the spirit of the deceased that I was in the middle of laying to rest."
As Radis steps between them, she nods, wanting to emphasize her point more than come to blows. "Of course, Booran or Magus, the gods don't distinguish. Her soul will find rest with Boradrum along with those who fought against her, as all warriors do in their next life. Take solace in that."
"Oh, don't worry," Radis answers with a grim face, "she was good at killing. Very good." Then, after a few moments of silence, he remembers to add: "Or, at least, so the stories tell. They say her twin battle-axes were an inspiration, or a reason to start praying to whatever god that might listen. Depends on whether you were her ally or her foe. However, that she would do what you describe sounds like nothing I know..." He thinks about this moment, looking down at one of the black-bloodied bodies lying around, quickly shifting his look from the sight. "Under control..." He mumbles, remembering the red-headed woman's latest words, wondering if there might be any truth to the stories he's hearing now.
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Rathos listens to the others give their accounts of who Fallithra was, processing for a few longer moments. Then he simple lowers the battleaxe, dropping the head into the ichor-muddled dirt, and leans on the upturned haft. If he harbors homicidal intent towards all mages, he is at the least distracted by the information he has just received.
"Well, at least she didn't just drop dead in a ditch of an infection, yeah?"
He scratches the scruff of his billy-goat chin.
"I'd like to know more, if this is something all you people have heard of. I can protect you all while you rest, in barter for your tales."
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
("Perhaps she would have fared better if that had happened. Tentran does not take kindly to disrespect of the dead. Perhaps his curse is what led to the downfall of this supposedly great warrior.") Requiem thinks, though she dares not say this out loud. Instead, she starts to walk toward the house that the merfolk were attacking. "Perhaps, Rathos. Give me a moment."
She knocks on the door of the house. "Hello? The creatures attacking your house have been stopped - are you all alright?"