covaithe's E1: Death's Reach

[Lord Sessadore]

Sarenax aborts his strike just in time, the scythe's black blade driving into the floor beside Batin's shoulder with a loud crack. Sarenax wrenches the scythe out of the stone with one hand and eyes the shadar-kai coolly for a moment. "Very well," he finally says, and assumes a more passive stance.

 

[stonegod]

Batin stood and nodded silently, making way for the manservant to get to the shattered remains of the table.

I believe there is a matter of dreams? Crows. A door. Dragon. Seven Gates. A falling doom. As we are many, our dreams are one. Is this not the case?

 

[Lord Sessadore]

Sarenax moves another half-step back, standing the scythe on end with the blade up. He nods once. "Yes, the dreams have visited me as well. Most I cannot make sense of, though the seven gates seem to be those of the Raven Queen's holy temple of Zvomarana, at the edge of Letherna. It is said that petitioners must pass through each, performing ancient rites, then the high priest is able to open the final gate. It leads into Her citadel." Here he pauses a moment in thought. "Though why we must go there is a mystery. If She wanted my services She is fully able to ask without using such ... vague means." Throughout this, Sarenax watches Orelal through the corner of his eye, making sure he does not run.

 

[covaithe]

[sblock=Zvomarana, Religion DC 22]You know what Sarenax said is true.

[sblock=DC 30]Of the Seven Veiled Gates of Fate spoken of in many legends, only five are located within Zvomarana itself. The other two are always different, and always located in different places.

Zvomarana is usually described as a high place on a mountain, covered in cold, obscuring mists.[/sblock]
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[sblock=Massacre]Your nethers tingle again; another uninvited guest approaches.[/sblock]

 

[renau1g]

Kalas saw the lich and knew this was why he was here. Those who sought to extend their lives unnaturally or avoid Her grasp were to be destroyed. As Kalas focused for a moment on gathering the energy to call upon nature's blizzards to freeze this fool. Kalas points his blade at Massacre, "For those who break Her rules prepare to face Her wrath!" the revenant says in a deep booming voice. He starts towards the lich, but then Sarenax says the name Orelal and Kalas stop short.

"You are Orelal? I have been sent to you for unknown reasons. I will stay my destruction of you lich, at least until I determine what it is She desires from this meeting. Know that I am Her Chosen and know well Her thoughts on undead, liches in particular so don't presume to call Her your wife" Kalas says, an edge to his voice as he focuses for a moment and the blade ceases crackling. The revenant returns it to the sheath and stands quietly while the others discuss their dreams. He didn't dream anymore, nor eat, drink or breathe so the offered beverages and hookah were no allure to him.

 

[CaBaNa]

The feeling of being one with Batin was always uncomfortable. Sharing space with a being of many places, reminded Orelal of the first devastating moments of his affliction...

However the Archlich was much obliged at his removal from immediate danger.

*PoK* the air moved out of the way and back before Massacre could blink, if he had eyelids... Batin, the wizard says giving a slight bow.

Massacre was very rarely surprised at the cold efficiency of Sarenax, thanks to his Madam's gift/curse. Only Kylek's exterior could match the ice in Sarenax. Eyeing the crackling sword and listening to the Revenant, the golden energy in his eye-sockets seemed to narrow down to horizontal slits.

Yes, Yes, her doctrine on the Undead... That would apply to her followers no? the skull turns at a 45 degree angle, teeth clacking, spine popping. Don't you look like a healthy living Kalas... Massacre calmly begins walking toward the Parlor door, and swings it closed. (Switching to Above Tower View) There is an intruder in my realm... So long as it isn't another undead compatriot, I trust Igor won't be opening the door for them this time...

Then a sudden dawning recognition seems to come over the wizard,
You mean the Raven Queen isn't my wife yet? *When am I*
The lich deflates a bit, shoulders slumping forward, looking like a fallen cake... She will be my wife, I'm sure that is what she said,*sort of* Don't judge me Revenant, you have no idea how I came to be... The Raven Queen is fickle, like all women, and as you are proof, changes her mind often...

Igor, ready Lucifa for a long journey, Igor finishes tidying up around the room, with great speed, and then opens/closes the door to the teleportation room *Creeeeak* and dissapears behind it, presumably to get Lucy ready. I can confirm Sarenax's statement as to the temple Zvomarana, further more only 5 gates are there, the other two are variable, like Batin... Kylek will feel at home in Zvomarana, it's cold.

Massacre also expounds on the historic and arcane meaning he has wrought from the dream.


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roll look up
31 arcana
45 history
27 perception (does not include +5 from robe)
30 Religion


Sorry I'm off to a wedding, wish I had time to put something a little closer to what I was imagining together, or even edit this guy... I'll do it tomorrow...

EDIT: call Orelal Massacre Lunareth what you'd like, I thought it was appropriate for Sarenax to call him Orelal...
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[Oni]

Kylek had been about to speak when the aged eladrin had thrown back his hood, instead his eyes widened in surprise. This was beyond unexpected.

By the Frozen Hells...you've looked better too. What have you done to yourself Orelal?

Caught flatfooted Kylek watched as the drama played itself out before he could intervene. Finally he threw his bulk resolutely into motion. Moving between the skeletal eladrin and those that had threatened him, he drew himself up as he glowered with draconic majesty.

I do not fully understand what is going on here, but on my word, no one will harm him until I do, he rumbled, Frost curling up from his heavy, toothy jaw at the last.

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Religion DC22 (1d20+10=29)
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[Lord Sessadore]

Filing away Orelal's rambling for now, Sarenax focuses on one thing the wizard said, taking a step to the side so he can see him around Kylek's bulk. "You have another intruder? What do your wards tell you, lich?" he asks, saying the last word as though it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. His huge hand flexes on his scythe, still standing ready at his side.

 

[covaithe]

[sblock=Massacre]ooc: I missed this, even though I was looking for it...

Switching to Above Tower View) There is an intruder in my realm... So long as it isn't another undead compatriot, I trust Igor won't be opening the door for them this time...

The view from the top of your tower shows a single creature, waiting in the middle of the illusory boneyard. It is a tall, gaunt figure shrouded in pale grey robes, its hands hidden in the wide sleeves. Its hood covers the top half of its face, but the bottom half is smooth, with a stark, cold beauty. From its back great wispy streamers of pale light form the outline of huge wings, drifting even in the stillness of the barren plain on which your tower lies. It is an angel.

As your sensors show you this view, the angel looks up, and appears to look you directly in the eye. "Orelal, called Massacre. I would have words with you and your guests, in the name of my Dread Mistress, who is the Raven Queen."

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[CaBaNa]

Kylek, says Massacre with another short bow.
I have ensured my future and past with the Raven Queen. Speak of the devil... Massacre lets out a light sigh.


Angels, and their greetings without moniker... Massacre gives the angel one last look over, then finding nothing out of place, I hereby give consent, that the Angel of Death upon my doorstep, may walk freely within my realm. Orelal enunciates, perturbed at having to grant a nameless being entrance.