As Roan finishes cleaning the gore off of his blade, he stands and nods at Sir Kharuse's assessment. "Well... the way I see it, we ain't got but two advantages at this point; Jack and Shit, and Jack just left town."
Sheathing his massive blade in the scabbard on his back, the old soldier picks up his helm and looks at it intently. The sarcastic look that his face had bore as he spoke, quickly faded into a much more serious and somber visage. "We really do have to work fast. If I know anything about politics, it's that the enemy is going to use our attack to blame not only us, but anyone else they see as a threat. We need to get to Vencarlo a quick as we can. We need to see who he thinks are our most likely allies." A sneer crosses Roan's lips as he looks in the direction of the magic elevator. "At least we removed that piece of trash Doctor from the picture."
Snapping back to the matter at hand, Roan looks back at his brothers in arms. "For now men, we need to get out of this wretched place. Unfortunately, it looks like that means we're going to have to push forward into something even more ugly than what we've already faced." Roan chuckles to himself and looks up, "It's just like the old saying that was chiseled into the barracks wall when I first began training, 'When you're going through Hell... keep going.'" The familiar smirk that often graced the warrior's face as he spoke about combat returned. "Alright... Let's go kill some bad guys."
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sir Kharuse Responds!
Sword and shield still in hand, the deep hood of his heavy grey cloak thrown back, Kharuse takes in a deep breath. Without words, Kharuse sharply tilts his head towards his right -grimaces as old wounds crunch begrudgingly, with eyes still closed, rolls his head back and around to his left, then slowly tilts his head upright, as the old wound crunches again, this time with an audible 'cl-r-r-r-LACK!' Breathing in deeply, his great barrel shaped trunk rises under the traditional knight's tabard and heavy armor. Sword still held close in his right hand, he rolls his right shoulder in a forward short circular rotation twice, his quiet face grimaces as he breaths out through his nostrils with each motion. The knight's body shifts as he instinctively sets his right foot back into a balanced position of combat, his chin raises up and his blazing blue eyes open calmly as he faces his fellows, his gaze moving from one to the next, making direct due contact,
seeming to be both honoring and piercing to see within, the very soul of each of his companions, seeming to seek the truth of their spiritual being. Raising the finely balanced, long heavy blade of his sword and resting it back across his shoulder, Kharuse raises his voice to speak. His sense of purpose resonant in his words. "I'm with that plan, brother. We are as good as outlaws now though. We have by law, committed treason. We make our Way by the Old Catacombs and with great haste. For the sake of those who still have righteousness within them, we must not fail. By Aeroden's Call, let's hope this Sword Master still lives.'
seeming to be both honoring and piercing to see within, the very soul of each of his companions, seeming to seek the truth of their spiritual being. Raising the finely balanced, long heavy blade of his sword and resting it back across his shoulder, Kharuse raises his voice to speak. His sense of purpose resonant in his words. "I'm with that plan, brother. We are as good as outlaws now though. We have by law, committed treason. We make our Way by the Old Catacombs and with great haste. For the sake of those who still have righteousness within them, we must not fail. By Aeroden's Call, let's hope this Sword Master still lives.'
Fatale Reflects...
Fatale rubs his temples and slouches in the mauled doctors chair, his feet up on the desk, next to the dusty red tome of research… after a minute he begins to speak, while his eyes remain closed…
"Well, friends what a bind we find ourselves in. The city has gone to hell around us while the government has descended into some mad scheme to kill all of its citizens. I would have left this desolate place long ago if I had not been forced to stay by the quarantine. The good doctor has been ripped to shreds and his apprentices are now dead or locked in the library. Serves him right given that Death's Head Coffer you found on his ship that spreads this horrid disease. The rumors of that filthy necromancer Rolth darken my already black mood. And my friends plight weighs heavy on my too weary mind.
Now we have uncovered a slaughter room with dark magic carved on the walls and doors with Calistria only knows what waiting beyond. The dark mistress? Rolth? The very gates of hell and all our dooms if our luck holds steady. And even if we manage to find Ruan and escape, then what? We will soon be known as outlaws, with the Gray Maidens and the city guard looking to deliver all our heads to her majesty, the damn fool Ileosa, Queen of Madness and decider of our fates which is all but sealed."
Fatale opens his eyes, sits up, and starts talking in earnest.
"If only we could rally the people to our cause, convince them that their rulers have turned upon them and are mocking them with their tyranny. For most likely poisoning their king to inflicting them with a pox that may well spell their doom, they have great cause to throw down this regime and side with us. But how to convince them? How to gain their sympathy and protection? If only we knew someone who was well respected amongst the common folk, yet not allied with the queen? Where could we find such a man?"
Suddenly Fatale slams his fist down on the book and jumps up!
"But Hark! The genius of Fatale has been sparked to life and burns once more! We have but to seek out the people's hero Blackjack and gain his alliance! We should at send a message at once to Vencarlo requesting an audience with the rogue so we may plead our case! And now, that I have the way clear in my mind, let us make haste, and discover the fate of my friend! What say you??"
"Well, friends what a bind we find ourselves in. The city has gone to hell around us while the government has descended into some mad scheme to kill all of its citizens. I would have left this desolate place long ago if I had not been forced to stay by the quarantine. The good doctor has been ripped to shreds and his apprentices are now dead or locked in the library. Serves him right given that Death's Head Coffer you found on his ship that spreads this horrid disease. The rumors of that filthy necromancer Rolth darken my already black mood. And my friends plight weighs heavy on my too weary mind.
Now we have uncovered a slaughter room with dark magic carved on the walls and doors with Calistria only knows what waiting beyond. The dark mistress? Rolth? The very gates of hell and all our dooms if our luck holds steady. And even if we manage to find Ruan and escape, then what? We will soon be known as outlaws, with the Gray Maidens and the city guard looking to deliver all our heads to her majesty, the damn fool Ileosa, Queen of Madness and decider of our fates which is all but sealed."
Fatale opens his eyes, sits up, and starts talking in earnest.
"If only we could rally the people to our cause, convince them that their rulers have turned upon them and are mocking them with their tyranny. For most likely poisoning their king to inflicting them with a pox that may well spell their doom, they have great cause to throw down this regime and side with us. But how to convince them? How to gain their sympathy and protection? If only we knew someone who was well respected amongst the common folk, yet not allied with the queen? Where could we find such a man?"
Suddenly Fatale slams his fist down on the book and jumps up!
"But Hark! The genius of Fatale has been sparked to life and burns once more! We have but to seek out the people's hero Blackjack and gain his alliance! We should at send a message at once to Vencarlo requesting an audience with the rogue so we may plead our case! And now, that I have the way clear in my mind, let us make haste, and discover the fate of my friend! What say you??"
Dr Davaulus Meets his Doom
The party meets with Arch banker Tuttle in the temple of Iomeade. He used buckets of purified water to pull the poison from Galt. After a short time, Galt recovers from his comba and begins turning back to a normal, somewhat less demonic, appearance. Arch banker Tuttle then left, and the party met back at Roan's house to sleep and recover from the events at carowyn manner.
The party decided to stow the deaths head coffer in a fresh grave in the gray district. Roan, Koramyr and Fatale did some recon, magic and sneaking, and decided to stick the coffer in a mossoleum. Sir Kharuse, Virgil, and Galt went to check on the barding for Fang, but it wasn't ready.
The party then joined up and set out for the Hospice of the Blessed Maiden based on information gained from the insane Jolistina that Fatale's friend Ruan was being held within. They believed the necromancer Rolth was behind the events at carowyn manner, the kidnapping of Ruan, and possibly the blood veil.
The party comes apon the hospice and sees a long line of people with the blood veil waiting for treatment. Kharuse, Roan and Galt entered the hospice while the rest of the party waited Galt's magic signal outside. After talking to a disinterested nurse in a small waiting room, they intimidated their way into the hospice saying they were looking for a friend amongst the sick. They see the plague doctors (queen's physicians) tending to the sick, and are approached by a pair of gray maidens ordering them to leave. Sir Kharuse refuses, and the maidens attempt to escort the trio out of the door, but sir Kharuse is far too brave to be expelled by a few women and draws his sword in protest. Galt lets the rest of the party know that things have turned uncivil and Virgil, Fatale, and Korymy storm in while Roan and Galt prepare for battle.
While Sir Kharuse and Roan engaged with the gray maidens, Fatale cast a spider climing spell on Korymr who headed up the rear wall to deal with the maidens in the catwalks who were raining down arrows. Fighting while avoiding the sick was not an easy matter. Eventually the party bested the doctors and maidens, and the remaining doctors attempted to flee. Fatale stopped those attempting to flee with his arcane magics. Killing all but one, the party bound the sole survivor and investigated the stairs leading up.
At the top of the stairs was an experiment room with plague doctors and very sick patients. On entering the room, one of the doctors put his knife to a patient and demanded the party leave or he would slit the patient's throat. The party knowing that these people were dying anyway put a stop to the dealings and killed or subdued the doctors. Then they heard the elevator gate open. Virgil being in the form of a bear, quickly sniffed out the activity and jumped into the elevator, with Roan following right behind. Virgil then mauled the escaper while Roan was pressed into an uncomfortable corner. Korymr and Fatale missing the elevator jumped on top and rode down in the blackness. By the time the elevator stopped, the bloodied corpse was identified as Dr Davaulus, head of the queen's physicians. When the doors opened at the bottom, they were met with a gruesome sight of a pile of dead hellnights. Wading through the blood, they saw doors on each wall of the room with dark magic runes etched apon them. They then returned up the elevator to report on what they had seen.
The party regrouped in the library and interrigated the bound queen's physicians. Fatale charmed the prisoner and found out many strange and dark things were going on. Rumors of a dark priestess Lady Andaisin and Dr Davaulus' research journal were found and considered.
The party decided to stow the deaths head coffer in a fresh grave in the gray district. Roan, Koramyr and Fatale did some recon, magic and sneaking, and decided to stick the coffer in a mossoleum. Sir Kharuse, Virgil, and Galt went to check on the barding for Fang, but it wasn't ready.
The party then joined up and set out for the Hospice of the Blessed Maiden based on information gained from the insane Jolistina that Fatale's friend Ruan was being held within. They believed the necromancer Rolth was behind the events at carowyn manner, the kidnapping of Ruan, and possibly the blood veil.
The party comes apon the hospice and sees a long line of people with the blood veil waiting for treatment. Kharuse, Roan and Galt entered the hospice while the rest of the party waited Galt's magic signal outside. After talking to a disinterested nurse in a small waiting room, they intimidated their way into the hospice saying they were looking for a friend amongst the sick. They see the plague doctors (queen's physicians) tending to the sick, and are approached by a pair of gray maidens ordering them to leave. Sir Kharuse refuses, and the maidens attempt to escort the trio out of the door, but sir Kharuse is far too brave to be expelled by a few women and draws his sword in protest. Galt lets the rest of the party know that things have turned uncivil and Virgil, Fatale, and Korymy storm in while Roan and Galt prepare for battle.
While Sir Kharuse and Roan engaged with the gray maidens, Fatale cast a spider climing spell on Korymr who headed up the rear wall to deal with the maidens in the catwalks who were raining down arrows. Fighting while avoiding the sick was not an easy matter. Eventually the party bested the doctors and maidens, and the remaining doctors attempted to flee. Fatale stopped those attempting to flee with his arcane magics. Killing all but one, the party bound the sole survivor and investigated the stairs leading up.
At the top of the stairs was an experiment room with plague doctors and very sick patients. On entering the room, one of the doctors put his knife to a patient and demanded the party leave or he would slit the patient's throat. The party knowing that these people were dying anyway put a stop to the dealings and killed or subdued the doctors. Then they heard the elevator gate open. Virgil being in the form of a bear, quickly sniffed out the activity and jumped into the elevator, with Roan following right behind. Virgil then mauled the escaper while Roan was pressed into an uncomfortable corner. Korymr and Fatale missing the elevator jumped on top and rode down in the blackness. By the time the elevator stopped, the bloodied corpse was identified as Dr Davaulus, head of the queen's physicians. When the doors opened at the bottom, they were met with a gruesome sight of a pile of dead hellnights. Wading through the blood, they saw doors on each wall of the room with dark magic runes etched apon them. They then returned up the elevator to report on what they had seen.
The party regrouped in the library and interrigated the bound queen's physicians. Fatale charmed the prisoner and found out many strange and dark things were going on. Rumors of a dark priestess Lady Andaisin and Dr Davaulus' research journal were found and considered.
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