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Post by sue on Sept 26, 2011 20:22:11 GMT -5
Gagging at the smell, Merrik clamped a hand forcefully over his mouth, backing into the woods and praying he wouldn't be heard.
Well, they didn't lie when they said this was a problem around here! he thought, his stomach still churning unhappily. When he judged he was a safe distance away, he turned and bolted for camp.
"Undead!" he exclaimed once he reached the tent. "Undead and some sort of- necromancer? Hells, I don't know, but might as well have been. In the woods, that way." He quieted, catching his breath.
Then he moved suddenly, letting everyone else process the information. If he was going out there again, he damned well wanted his boots at the least.
And a chance to throw up.
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Post by Katherine on Sept 27, 2011 16:52:01 GMT -5
Terrwyn started at Merrik's shout of "undead!" she scrambled out bed pulled on her scale mail and snatched up her weapons a quarter staff and bow and arrows. Her hair had come out of her braid so now it was in her eyes. "Just Great", Terrwyn thought. She turned to Nia who she knew had fire talent "Can i have a charm to light my arrows on fire? Can you put it on them?", Terrwyn asked.
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Post by Kitsu on Sept 27, 2011 20:36:05 GMT -5
Mirasinera awoke with a start at the word undead. "Where," she asked simply. She frowned deeply. More undead. As if there wasn't already enough undead around.
Turning at Terrwyn's words, Lyrania shook her head. "I am unable to do such an enchantment," she replied. She noticed the girl's messy hair and moved over to her. Fingers moving expertly, she quickly styled Terrwyn's hair into a tight braid. "There, at least now you'll be able to see better."
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Post by sue on Sept 27, 2011 20:56:38 GMT -5
Managing to keep his dinner down, Merrik dressed quickly, struggling as always with the unaccustomed fit of his armor.
While he worked, Castus made his way into the tent, drawn by the bard's panicked rush. "Where are they?" he asked flatly as Merrik fought to lace his gear.
"The woods," he answered quickly, his eyes briefly drifting towards the paladin with a look of alarm. "Not far, just-"
"Show us," he interrupted. "And for gods' sakes, calm down. You're putting your armor on backwards."
Merrik stared at him blankly for a few moments, eyes wide, before the words registered and he moved to correct his error. "They're not far from where we were, I almost fell right over them," he added, "a caster and several undead. Looked to be some form of ritual in the works."
"We should be sure the camp is sufficiently guarded," Castus commented to Daesi. "But I don't think it would be wise to give the reason at this time. I would rather avoid a panic."
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Post by Kitsu on Sept 27, 2011 22:44:55 GMT -5
As she listened to Merrik and Castus's conversation, Mirasinera put her armor on. A hint of a smile appeared on her face at Castus's comment about Merrik's armor being backwards before it faded at Merrik's words. She turned to Castus when he spoke of making sure the camp was guarded. "My men can help there," she stated.
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Post by Katherine on Sept 28, 2011 15:33:04 GMT -5
Terrwyn grinned at Nia and said "Thanks anyway!", then got ready for the undead.
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Post by sue on Sept 28, 2011 15:50:25 GMT -5
Castus hesitated, then finally nodded at Mira. "Your aid is appreciated, my lady. Tell them to be alert - the lives of important men are in their hands."
He glanced at the others. "Shall we, then? I would prefer not to delay further."
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Post by Katherine on Sept 30, 2011 18:37:28 GMT -5
"I don't know about you guys, but... I'm ready and eager for the undead!", Terrwyn replied giving her staff a experimental swing.
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Post by DM CiCi on Oct 11, 2011 7:38:16 GMT -5
((I'm so sorry about the derp this weekend I know some people (Kitsu sorry) rearranged their scheduled to be online and I ended up disappearing and doing house work. So I promise to set aside time this weekend for you guys. Till then I'll run a mini event this week...)
At the sound of Merrik's alert, Lord Baequimitore emerged from his private area. Although time was of the essence he implores the party to stay so that he could say a prayer for them. You all gather around the center of the tent and take each others hands. As his lordship chants an ancient Elven prayer to Lunniea, you feel a calming energy surround you. Soon you feel as if you have received a full nights rest, and all spell casters feel the benefit of having regained their expended arcane energy.
The whole party is now rested and at full strength. Casters have regained all spells lost the previous day. Also you all have been imbued with positive energy and now have a +2 to attack against undead. Merrik and Castus also have received the benefit of Elven night vision.
Although your strength and rigor has returned you notice that the ritual has left his lordship quite fatigued. Daesi Lept to his feet at the faint look of his master and quickly escorted him back to his bed before rejoining the party with a look of concern on his face that is soon replaced with determination.
The party departs in the direction that Merrik has pointed out. When you reach the clearing you find it deserted. Lady Mirasinera's men quickly spot footprints and drag marks leading off into the distance.
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Post by Katherine on Oct 11, 2011 14:38:58 GMT -5
"How the hell did they move so quickly?", Terrwyn whispered to Nia as quitely as she could.
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Post by sue on Oct 13, 2011 14:45:18 GMT -5
I've missed my darkvision sorely, Merrik mused, peering into the night around him. Such thoughts distracted him and kept the looming panic at bay.
The paladin seemed to be having no such difficulties. Castus kept an iron grip on the hilt of his blade, ready to draw it in an instant but still clearly placid enough that he wasn't jumping at shadows. Without comment, he strode in the direction the drag-marks indicated, clearly expecting the others to follow, but not waiting to see if they did.
Merrik waited a moment before bounding off after him. "What can we expect?" Merrik hissed under his breath to whoever cared to answer.
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Post by Kitsu on Oct 18, 2011 14:08:28 GMT -5
Mirasinera twitched at the scent of undead that was still filling her nose. She blinked as one of her men told her nearly silently of the drag marks. Looking up she called out to her feathered companion. "Tsarr, can you see," she asked through their bond.
A piercing cry responded to her call. "Not as much as I'd like," was the response she received.
Mira's ears twitched at that. She knew that the eagle was less then good in the dark, but she at least had to try. "Can you see where the people that made those tracks went?"
"I can try." He scanned the ground in order to see if he could spot anything at all.
Spot check for the eagle 22 (8 + 14). His vision is low-light.
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Post by DM CiCi on Oct 20, 2011 17:13:44 GMT -5
The eagle flies ahead and after a few miles notices the tracks stopping at a set of ancient ruins. He circles back and alerts you to their position.
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Post by sue on Oct 27, 2011 18:12:02 GMT -5
Merrik's fingernails jittered off Orn'ooble's hilt, giving away his anxiety as he kept close to the party - careful never to fall to the front or rear of the group. "I've heard the undead eat live flesh. About how...easily...do they accomplish this?"
"Very," Castus grunted, his long, determined strides keeping him ahead of the group. "Be on your toes, bard. If I were you, I'd make more use of my blade and less of my mouth."
"If you knew anything at all about bardsong-" the merchant protested indignantly, then fell silent when the paladin turned his head to show him a dark glare.
"Unless you want to warn them of our approach," Castus kept his disapproving voice low. "You have a way of projecting every damn word, bard."
Merrik held his tongue, glancing over the other members of the group. It sounded to him as if most, if not all, had faced the undead before, leaving him the only one with no experience in the matter. That fact didn't settle well with him, and he wondered again if his life as a human was going to primarily be terrifying.
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Post by DM CiCi on Oct 28, 2011 15:48:49 GMT -5
"Shhhhhh," Daesi hissed, gritting his teeth. "The drow that control them already have an advantage seeing as they live in darkness we don't want to give them another...."
Merrik wasn't the only one in the party apprehensive about fighting undead. The mere thought of undeath made the elf weak stomached and Daesi would have much rather have stayed at the tent protecting his Lord. But there was that pesky vow he took when he first started studying divination that both forbade him from delving into necromancy, but also compelled him to stop the practice at all costs. Tampering with the sacred Cycle was a crime against Lunniea that must be dealt with.
The party marches on in silence until they reach a clearing in the forest. The trees and underbrush have recently been burned back revealing a ghastly site of ancient ruins. While most of the structure has rotted into an recognizable pile of rubble, it seems that care has been taken recently to clear away some of the debris to reveal a worn stone staircase leading down below the earth.
Waiting for them in the clearing is the necromancer that Merrik spotted earlier. The robbed figure lifts up the skull mask she is wearing, smiles eerily at the party before she then vanishes in a plume of acrid smelling smoke.
"She was a worshiper of Lady Death, the dread goddess Lunnarius. I saw the crest on her robes." Daesi stated. "The same crest is drawn in blood upon the top of the stairs. Foul work is being done here..."
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