Adventures in the lands of Syrael (IC)

[Rhun]

"Greetings, First Leader. I am Randmar Silverdrake." Withdrawing the amulet from his pouch, Randmar shows it to the elven leader. "This was all that remained of the Black Robes once it disappeared in a fiery blaze. I got the distinct impression that this "Mailichor" as it called its kind did not spontaneously combust, though, but rather used some power to transport away from us. As my friend Luhal noted, the undead we fought were like zombies, but oddly resistant to our weapons."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Helcar Kal'lack

"The orcs now build defenses and earthen mounds to protect themselves, as though they were deathly afraid of something. My friends, anything that an Orc is afraid of, is something that we should definatly keep an eye out for..."

Heclar listens carefully to what the scout has to say, absorbing any little part of information he can. In a parely audiable grumble he says, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend... Or is it the enemy of my enemy, my enemy..."

The guard nods and draws aside for Draethan to enter, but blocks the passage the party members. After a short while, Draethan emerges with the a tall tough-looking elf. "Hullo there. My name is Forathius Laerius, and I am the First Leader of the Combined Elven Army," he said. "Welcome to my camp. My scout here tells me that you have come here to help us, and have information regarding necromancy? If this is true, you may confirm our greatest fear... Tell me what you have discoved, and I will see how this changes my people's defense."

Heclar bow's deeply towards the Elven Lord. While the others recant thier tale of battle, he begins to scan the Elven camp's fortificatoins with a stragetic eye. His mind is a blur of stragetic scenerios against the camp. Attempting to find any weaknesses that need to be corrected.

 

[Cerubus_666]

After Draethon tells them about the cessation of raids and is leading them to the camp, Luhal mutters to Alexcia

"Seems you'll get to use warhammer on skeletons after all."
-Albert

Alexcia merely looks at him and nods, disappointed. These aren't the undead she wants to kill, but she'll deal with them regardless. Turning her attention to the elvish encampment and leaving the interrogation of the noble to the others, she watches the elves closely while trying to decide how battle ready they are.

 

[Priest_Sidran]

Heclar listens carefully to what the scout has to say, absorbing any little part of information he can. In a parely audiable grumble he says, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend... Or is it the enemy of my enemy, my enemy..."

"Its the enemy of my enemy, is an unknown..." Iandon says gloomily.

Iandon watches the elven camp warily, worried that some in the camp might feel inclined to act in prejudice against a half elf in their midst. After awhile with nothing going wrong, he feeds Nisoya, "I am going to find a better bow" He says and then goes about trying to find an elven bowmaker









OOC: I will be offline until monday, so I guess consider me NPC for the next few days.

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguish human cleric

Weel, still a bit uneasy about the new setting--and wondering whether the elf revealed his secret before announcing them--continues to stay to the back, going back over their encounter to try to remember if he's heard of anything like it before.

[sblock=OOC]I totally forgot Weel has ranks in Knowledge skills. Does Know: Religion or Know: Arcana give him any insight into the undead, the runes on the robe, the Mailichor, or perhaps some of the objects we found in searching? Both checks are at +3. Not the best bonus, but worth a shot[/sblock]

 

[Lot]

Ostu looks around at the grim scene, watching the elves go about their business. He draws his sword and examines it, before turning to Alexcia.

"Blades work better on enemies who bleed. This seems to be a dire situation, indeed. I'm feeling that my skills may be insufficient for the task, which is a rare feeling for me."

Ostu sheathes his sword again with a sigh. He then musters a meager smile.

"At least I don't have to worry about Benteri Vuzle finding me here. I doubt his agents are checking the local undead besieged hidden elf army camps for me."

 

[Al the Absentminded]

Assuming everyone still wishes to play, Luhal will suggest that the party might go over to an Orc camp and see if they'll provide information about what happened.

-Albert

 

[Cerubus_666]

Alexcia grins at his sarcasm and looks over her own weapon. She traces a finger along the halberd's blade, wincing as she accidently cuts herself on its honed edge, "Maybe after a while of adventuring, you can introduce me to this Benteri Vuzle. Then I can kill that slave owning son of a bi..." She looks over at the elves, reconsidering her words,"Well, a son of a 'you-know-what'."

 

[Rhun]

Randmar nods grimly in accord with Alexcia's statement. "Anyone who wants to slay a few slavers can count on my help." Silverdrake shakes his head to clear away the bad memories of his own short experience as a slave. "First, though, it appears we have orcs, and possibly worse, to deal with." Giving Luhal a look of one who is eager to smash a few orc skulls, Randmar smiles wide. "I've got plenty of energy left for play..."

 

[Priest_Sidran]

OOC: Hey I still Want to play, and by the way I am back, the trip took less time than I thought, we had a family funeral.


"I am also for checking out the orcs encampment" Iandon says with grim determination upon returning from looking for a bow.