Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]

[Ashy]

Heading over to wear the priestess is healing the talking kitten(?), Julian is cautious in his approach, allowing his inate ability to ferret out those that mean ill to guide his next actions. As he draws near he sees the auras of those of his fellows, Kieras glowing white, Baja's pinkish/grey...and the new creatures....

OOC: detecting evil of course...

OOC: From the SRD: "You can sense the presence of evil. The amount of information revealed depends on how long you study a particular area or subject." Note: I am going to alter this slightly, because I personally feel that one cannot see evil without the contrasting light of good. However, the goodness will be very vague and indistinct when using this spell, acting only as a relative guage for comparison's sake, while evil presences will be detailed more fully. The opposite of this will apply for detecting good, of course.

Julian:

Spoiler

As your spell manifests, your sight wavers and you see the world in a new light: in the stark white and black of goodness and evil. All details are gone, and you see things as they truly are - pits of seething blackness that indicate evil, contrasted by the shining beacons of goodness.

Near you, a bright, sun-like globe of holiness hovers, casting a brightness around you and your party. However, above your head, this light clearly shows at least four small, bat-winged, shadowy shapes that glide lazily back and forth over your party. They move slowly, like sharks circling their prey, and are about fifty feet in the air over your head...

 

[Ashy]

Kyron watches the winged things, to see if they react to the party revealing itself.

Voadam:

Spoiler

Spot check: 1d20: (20) = 20 - Despite the ever deepening gloom and the incredible distance between you and the winged creatures, your sharp eyes detect that only one of the winged creatures remains upon the pile of bodies where before there were three. However, circiling lazily above the pile are several more (at least a score) of these creatures. They seem to be squabbling amongst themsevles, fighting for the right to dive bomb the pile of carcasses and try and usurp the current "king of the mountain" (which they do occasionally) and then take its place atop the pile. You also see that there are more of these creatures in the sky now that it is darker - some are nearing your party's location, in fact, there are four circiling slowly and silently, previously unnoticed in the darkness above your heads.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan is shaken from his observations by the creature's response as he nears the group. He steps forward to take a look at it.

"Frey? Is that who you are or what you are?"

Then, realizing he was being fairly rude, he taps his own chest.

"I'm Tristan."

 

[Voadam]

Ware the skies, the winged things are gathering in numbers now. I still can't make out if they are birds or not yet. At least it appears there are no ghouls to befoul the fallen, just these scavengers, the little lizards, the spider lizards and whatever these gathering flyers are.

 

[Ferrix]

Kiera places her hands along the wounds of the creature, a warm smile across her face and then she begins to utter a prayer to Pelor, the words soft and quiet, like whispers. "May the light of Pelor wash over you and through you. May it pass without fear or trepidation through your heart and soothe our ragged forms of the pains we have felt. May his radiance pour through me and from me." The words chime and echo, as if separated from her voice. Golden motes of light begin to form about her body, flitting about her hair, drifting in a sacred breeze. Her hair wafts up, and the motes course into her body filling it with a golden light. The aura of gold begins to spread from her hands and her breathing grows heavier and waves of heat wash off of her yet she sheds no sweat. Across the body of the cat-like creature does the golden aura flow, a wafting smell of honey and open fields of grass bathed in sunlight hints in the air. The small cuts and bruises covering the creature are suffused with golden light, and as it dims they are the last places to diffuse.

Her breathing slows, she removes her hands from the creatures wounds, a slight weariness but happiness fills her visage and she helps the creature to its feet. Pulling out one of her waterskins, she offers it to him and then looks to the sky at the lumins warnings.

OOC: burn my deathwatch for a cure light wounds 1d8+7hp

 

[Ashy]

In the glow of the golden aura, the cat-like creature opens his eyes - twin orbs that shine like silver moonlight in the velvetly, grey night of his visage. He blinks for a moment, and then, in a voice underladen with a throaty purr asks, "Who are you, lad-d-d-dy? I cannot thank you enough for your kind-d-d-dness." The cat creature stands, looking his body over from head to toe, and smiles a slight, cat smile.

The creature then looks to Tristan, whom he apparently heard through his pain. "I-", the furry creature, who stands no more than two feet tall and looks precisely like a bipedal cat, taps his own chest with his metallic forearm, "-am a frey, my name's Platonicus Crookspaw, but those who know me best, or to whom I owe a debt, such as yourselves, call me 'P.C.' for short..." He winks at the gathered throng.

Then, the creature's ears twitch and he follows Kiera's eyes and body language to the sky. Flattening his ears and hissing through his sharp, white teeth, the frey speaks again. "Gaunt...a whole murder...and they are swarming."

OOC: Initiatives, please.

Oh, and there is bonus XP in it for whomever can tell me what the inside joke is in this post. Post over in the OCC thread and use spoiler tags!

 

[deadestdai]

Thin, runny blood squirts out of the lizard's neck, spilling past Baja's lips and running down his chin. The lizard tastes fairly bland, but the texture of it (whether it be something ingrained in the flesh of the creature, or the combination of eating skin, flesh, organs and bone together, cannot be discerned) is somewhat gritty. It's blood is very thin, akin to water and (there is a surprising amount of it contained within the small lizard) has a faintly spicy taste. All in all, not a bad combination, for a small desert lizard...

**Before any warnings were uttered**

Tossing the remainder of the lizard into his mouth (Though not the tail - that would get stuck in his teeth - he threw that aside.), Baja stands and stretches, quite bored now of the kitten-thing and looks to see if he can catch more of the lizard snacks. He surmised that with the eleventy-four... uhh... ninety-ten(?), erm - or so - members of the group to spread his current stash around, it wouldn't last very long at all. So, after making sure that Keira and the others could handle the kitten should it turn into a voracious dragon or some such, he lopes back off toward the feasting beasties, a childish grin across his features.

 

[hafrogman]

Tristan takes warning from the cat as his eyes shoot skyward and his hand goes over his shoulder, reaching for his sword.

[ooc - initiative +1]

 

[Ashy]

**Before any warnings were uttered**

Tossing the remainder of the lizard into his mouth (Though not the tail - that would get stuck in his teeth - he threw that aside.), Baja stands and stretches, quite bored now of the kitten-thing and looks to see if he can catch more of the lizard snacks. He surmised that with the eleventy-four... uhh... ninety-ten(?), erm - or so - members of the group to spread his current stash around, it wouldn't last very long at all. So, after making sure that Keira and the others could handle the kitten should it turn into a voracious dragon or some such, he lopes back off toward the feasting beasties, a childish grin across his features.

There are scores of the lizards nearby, taking advantage of the recently toppled tower of flesh and guts. So intent are they on their feast that Baja is able to grab several handfuls (24) of the little creatures before their fear overrides their hunger and they all scatter...

 

[Voadam]

"Are these gaunts demons, undead, or beasts frey? Close ranks so they can't swarm us, and take heart, it is time for battle!"

Kyron chants out an invocation of power as his life essence flares at the prospect of battle. Each mystical word and precise symbolic gesture made by Kyron taps into a well of divine power and channels it through the cleric bringing divine power to the fore, focused intensley to the luminous' purpose. With the invocation all those around Kyron feel invigorated and more finely attuned for combat as the war blessing infuses them with courage. The luminous' glowing aura brightens fiercely banishing the darkness around him.

+1 init. Kyron casts bless.

Bless
Enchantment (Compulsion) [Mind-Affecting]
Level: Clr 1, Pal 1
Components: V, S, DF
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: 50 ft.
Area: The caster and all allies within a 50-ft. burst, centered on the caster
Duration: 1 min./level
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: Yes (harmless)
Bless fills your allies with courage. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.
Bless counters and dispels bane.