"Well, let us be off." Maerek leads you out of The Shard and through the streets of Sharn, but eventually you leave the city as well. "It occurs to me," he mentions, "that it might be helpful, to both me and all of you, if each of you were to share what your... specialization is. I find it easier to work with people if I know their areas of strong and weak performance, and I'm sure you are the same. Or we can pass the day in silence," he adds with a shrug. "Up to you, I suppose."
"If I understand your question, I am an Avenger of Balinor, Lord of the Hunt and the CIrcle of Life and Death."
Deva Avenger 6 of Balinor, Censure of Retribution
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+1 defense against bloodied creature, Resist 7 Necrotic, Radiant, 5 Posion, Censure of Retribution, Sanguine Vestments +1 (+1 defense when OoE target is bloodied), Amulet of Health +1, Coif of Mindiron
Bond of RetributionRadiant VengeanceAvenging EchoHalo of FireOath of EmnityChanel DivinityMemory of a Thousand LifetimesBloodclaw Great AxeCoif of MindironAspect of MightBlessing of VengeanceCouter of Second ChancesMenacing PresenceWrath of the Divine Special [/sblock]
"What pray tell would an ... avenger do? As for myself, I am master of blade magic, I have been taught skill with the sword and spell, combining it in a way to protect myself and my companions. I was taught as part of my training with the Knights Arcane, I am a warrior of my homeland, Aundair." Riann says
[sblock=ministats]Riaan Caldamus Male Human Warlock|Swordmage 7
Initiative: 3, Passive Perception: 16, Passive Insight: 13, Senses: Normal
AC:23, Fort:20, Reflex:19, Will:19
HP:62/62, Bloodied:31, Surge Value:15, Surges left:13/13
Action Points: 1
Eyes of the Vestige
Sword Burst Chains of Levistus
Infernal Moon Curse
Aegis of Shielding Armor of Agathys
Swordmage Shielding Fire
Charm of Hearts
Cloak of Resistance +2
Githyanki Silver Longsword +2
Leather Armor of Dark Majesty +2
Potion of Healing (x2)
Deals +1d6 damage to cursed target on Warlock powers
Gains 2thp when hitting marked enemy with arcane power
Defenses are 2 higher against cursed foes
Trailing behind Canus, Belanaar listens to Maerek, intent to hear him out. When it is his turn, the young elf speaks. His drunkenness is seeming to wear off steadily after throwing up a couple times and having proper food and drink. "As long as I have my bow, I can defend myself. I've trained since I was a boy, and my shot is pretty well. Sometimes, I can even get two arrows into a target with a single shot."
"However, as you can tell, I am still young, and my kind isn't too battle-hearty in the heat of things... Therefore, I must keep much distance from my enemies." Looking at his companions' backs, he continues.
"That's the kind of answer you were looking for, right?"
"Ummm.....so your... god....speaks to you?" Riann asks, "Are you sure it a divine creature? I've heard stories of powerful arcanists who could plant thoughts in one's head." the man clearly not believing the deva's words.
Canus walks along to the group, listening to their discussion. His exuberance has faded somewhat, as his heart has stopped beating again, and the general flush of freshly taken life begins to fade. Still, he has a few days left of looking human. "I wield the Blade of Winter's Hunger. It is more beautiful, and more deadly, than anything you have probably seen before, judging by how you are all still alive."
-When Canus reduces an enemy to 0hp, or an enemy adjacent to him reaches 0hp, he can teleport up to 4 squares as a free action(maximum once per round).
-Whenever Canus drops to 0 hit points or fewer, he is dying but can choose to remain conscious until he attempts his first death saving throw. If he remains conscious, he can take only one standard action before he attempts his first death saving throw.
Riaan's eyebrow is cocked as the deva speaks, but he pushes no further. He instead turns to Canus, "Blade of Winter's Hunger? I am afraid I've not heard of such an implement. It certainly sounds foreboding." the man says
The day of travel passes without incident. It occurs to you that possible attackers may have been discouraged after overhearing their potential targets explain their prowess.
The road becomes a path, which itself becomes more and more overgrown as it leads you down into a rocky valley. A large, squat building sits nestled within the valley, probably rather difficult to see from the main road. There is something strange about the workshop. The large doors and complete lack of windows is a bit off-putting, making the building look a little like a massive crypt.
Maerek inspects the doors for a moment, then turns back to you. "It's true. The doors have been sealed. From the inside. I believe I can open it. Just give me a few minutes." He returns to the doors and begins pulling various devices out of his pouches.
Bored from the rather eventless travel along the road, Belanaar's spirits have faltered a bit, and his attitude is unsubtly sassy.
"Well, Maerek, if you can't open it with whatever key you might have, you could always have one the others bust it down." he says with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "That's all these brutes would be good for anyways..." he thinks to himself, blaming his restlessness on his poor companions.
"I hear elves make fine battering rams." Canus says dryly. He takes a moment to glance around the outside of the building. The impression of a crypt comes in strongly to him. "If there's going to be a rumble, this is a good spot for it. Place is practically a tomb, and we have a priest along. He can say the rites and you'll be off to Dolurrh right away, no messing around."
Bothered by Canus' comment about his race, Belanaar snaps back at him. "This IS a good place for a rumble. One that would happen if you were to continue your tasteless humor toward me and my race. I suggest you keep your mouth to yourself, old man. Remember, I know how to use this bow."
He throws a thumb back, pointing at his greatbow, almost as big as him, while maintaining a constant scowl at Canus, their eyes locked.
Canus rolls his eyes, and leans against the wall nonchalantly. "Looks like I was right. That bow is every bit as oversized as your confidence is undersized. You better hope things are quiet in there, before you have to admit to everyone that you can't even pull the string back on that thing."
Belanaar looks furious. Canus' teasing is obviously getting the best of the young elf. Reaching into his quiver around his belt, he whips out an arrow, as he slips his greatbow from being tied around his back. Nocking an arrow and pulling back the mighty bowstring, he snaps the string forward. The arrow sails where it is intended, right into the wall of the workshop just above Canus' head, where it snaps into pieces and splinters to the ground.
"I'm serious this time, Canus. One more word from that mouth." His voice is a raspy snarl, and his boyish tone is gone as anger and irritation runs through his eyes.