E1: Tomb of Chaos [Judge: Patlin] [Concluded]
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nimisgod
LEW Judge
Ishmael reborn
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The journey to the temple wears the Deep Halfling ragged, even with the comfort of Percy and Courage's presence. He is lost in the malaise of both the ancient curse and his sorcerous bloodline. His entrance was expected by the acolytes, though they stared at his staggering steps. Ishmael trembles visibly before handing over the purse of 150gp for donation. The Deep Halfling willingly submits to the mercies of Hyrag's disciples. He cannot hear what they say above the ache in his head. He only follows until he is head toward a Man wearing the robes of a high priest.
Oh Lightbringer, let thy radiance fall upon me and purify me he prays as he sinks to his knees. His golden slitted eyes close as the throbbing in his head strengthens to an unbearable pitch.
There are pains upon me, Deathslayer. Burn them away with your grace
The High Priest, uttering prayers that Ishmael couldn't hear, steps forth and touches the stricken Deep Halfling upon the center of his forehead... upon the scar that closed so long ago but pained him still.
"Be Cleansed"
There is fire in his touch, a burning raging inferno of agony that wracked the Deep Halfling's soul. Ishmael fell writhing to the temple floor whilst the priests watched vigilantly. The ancient curse is indeed incinerated by the purity of the Lightbringer's magicks. But there are other effects as well.
All light, after all, casts a shadow.
The divine magicks burn through the gates that held the darkness of Ishmael's soul. Unbeknownst to all who saw Ishmael, seals are unleashed and a seed fed by hatred and wrath begins to fester within the Paladin... and manifests upon his flesh. A legacy from long ago is unchained.
Those upon the scene watch horrified as Ishmael's convulsions made him tear at his own skin. His fingers rent his flesh in oddly bloodless tears. Beneath is a new set of skin, pink in some places like a sunburn. In the days to come, this flesh would harden and in some lights, shine in tiny iridescent scales.
The High Priests bids all to stay their hands, to watch the transformation unfold.
Ishmael's agony comes to a crescendo where it began: the middle of his forehead, where he was touched... where he fell while fighting the Redcap. His flesh is split by the emergence of a jutting horn that pointed upwards. Where once lay a Paladin, there now stretched a sleeping monster.
"It has a horn like a Demon!" whispers one of the acolytes.
"No! A Unicorn!"
"You are wrong" The high priest speaks calmly. "Those are a Dragon's horns"
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OOG: Ishmael has also been approved. Also, added some flavour text regarding the removal of the curse. I hope no one minds.
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The journey to the temple wears the Deep Halfling ragged, even with the comfort of Percy and Courage's presence. He is lost in the malaise of both the ancient curse and his sorcerous bloodline. His entrance was expected by the acolytes, though they stared at his staggering steps. Ishmael trembles visibly before handing over the purse of 150gp for donation. The Deep Halfling willingly submits to the mercies of Hyrag's disciples. He cannot hear what they say above the ache in his head. He only follows until he is head toward a Man wearing the robes of a high priest.
Oh Lightbringer, let thy radiance fall upon me and purify me he prays as he sinks to his knees. His golden slitted eyes close as the throbbing in his head strengthens to an unbearable pitch.
There are pains upon me, Deathslayer. Burn them away with your grace
The High Priest, uttering prayers that Ishmael couldn't hear, steps forth and touches the stricken Deep Halfling upon the center of his forehead... upon the scar that closed so long ago but pained him still.
"Be Cleansed"
There is fire in his touch, a burning raging inferno of agony that wracked the Deep Halfling's soul. Ishmael fell writhing to the temple floor whilst the priests watched vigilantly. The ancient curse is indeed incinerated by the purity of the Lightbringer's magicks. But there are other effects as well.
All light, after all, casts a shadow.
The divine magicks burn through the gates that held the darkness of Ishmael's soul. Unbeknownst to all who saw Ishmael, seals are unleashed and a seed fed by hatred and wrath begins to fester within the Paladin... and manifests upon his flesh. A legacy from long ago is unchained.
Those upon the scene watch horrified as Ishmael's convulsions made him tear at his own skin. His fingers rent his flesh in oddly bloodless tears. Beneath is a new set of skin, pink in some places like a sunburn. In the days to come, this flesh would harden and in some lights, shine in tiny iridescent scales.
The High Priests bids all to stay their hands, to watch the transformation unfold.
Ishmael's agony comes to a crescendo where it began: the middle of his forehead, where he was touched... where he fell while fighting the Redcap. His flesh is split by the emergence of a jutting horn that pointed upwards. Where once lay a Paladin, there now stretched a sleeping monster.
"It has a horn like a Demon!" whispers one of the acolytes.
"No! A Unicorn!"
"You are wrong" The high priest speaks calmly. "Those are a Dragon's horns"
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OOG: Ishmael has also been approved. Also, added some flavour text regarding the removal of the curse. I hope no one minds.
nimisgod
LEW Judge
Ishmael
[sblock] Ishmael awakes with a start. The Dragon Disciple regains his feet shakily, muscles wracked by the aftershocks of the transformation. With each movement, each strip of skin falls away. His clothes are torn, too, leaving him almost naked save for his undergarments.
"Percy?" Golden eyes stare at her, uncomprehending. Ishmael's voice is raw from the screaming, but there is a deep, alien quality to it that wasn't there previously.
He sets his eyes unto the clergy, finally settling on the high priest. "What... happened to me? ...What have you done to me?"
The High Priest is calm and collected while his acolytes still watch with some confusion and doubt. "You have been purified, Ser Ishmael of the Wooden Sword. But in your purification, something has awakened in you and this is the wake of its stirring"
"I don't... I don't understand"
"I have heard tell and seen writ of cases like this, of Dragonic legacies made incarnate in a rare few. Never so dramatic a change in one sitting though and never have I seen one of the Evil Chromatic bloodlines unveiled to me-"
At the sound of the word 'Evil', Ishmael panics. "What? I... Percy, tell them that I'm only a Halfling! And a Paladin! I did nothing wrong! I only fought for good and I tried so hard to... to..." The stress is too much for the Deep Halfling and he faints, slumping to the ground. The acolytes are quicker this time and catch him as he falls.
(Percy's probably first to be there before them)
The High Priest of the Hyragian temple turns to the sorceress Persephone. "Are you taking him back there? To this tomb that you're exploring?" [/sblock]
[sblock] Ishmael awakes with a start. The Dragon Disciple regains his feet shakily, muscles wracked by the aftershocks of the transformation. With each movement, each strip of skin falls away. His clothes are torn, too, leaving him almost naked save for his undergarments.
"Percy?" Golden eyes stare at her, uncomprehending. Ishmael's voice is raw from the screaming, but there is a deep, alien quality to it that wasn't there previously.
He sets his eyes unto the clergy, finally settling on the high priest. "What... happened to me? ...What have you done to me?"
The High Priest is calm and collected while his acolytes still watch with some confusion and doubt. "You have been purified, Ser Ishmael of the Wooden Sword. But in your purification, something has awakened in you and this is the wake of its stirring"
"I don't... I don't understand"
"I have heard tell and seen writ of cases like this, of Dragonic legacies made incarnate in a rare few. Never so dramatic a change in one sitting though and never have I seen one of the Evil Chromatic bloodlines unveiled to me-"
At the sound of the word 'Evil', Ishmael panics. "What? I... Percy, tell them that I'm only a Halfling! And a Paladin! I did nothing wrong! I only fought for good and I tried so hard to... to..." The stress is too much for the Deep Halfling and he faints, slumping to the ground. The acolytes are quicker this time and catch him as he falls.
(Percy's probably first to be there before them)
The High Priest of the Hyragian temple turns to the sorceress Persephone. "Are you taking him back there? To this tomb that you're exploring?" [/sblock]
Manzanita
First Post
Percy[sblock]
The halfling without his armor hardly weighs more than a child. Percy steadies him with a tight grip around his bicept. She waves the acolytes away, not fully trusting them.
"He speaks true. This is indeed Sir Ishmael. I have known him, like, forever. He's good through and through. Are you saying he's turning into a dragon? I'm taking him back with me to this tomb, because our friends are there, and we don't desert our friends." She turns to Ishmael, "assuming you're OK, of course. And you're going to be OK. You're not alone in this. I'm staying with you. And we're going to get Gorefoot and Nars. We're a team. You don't have to face this alone. We'll figure out what to do. Don't worry. You're going to be OK."[/sblock]
nimisgod said:
The halfling without his armor hardly weighs more than a child. Percy steadies him with a tight grip around his bicept. She waves the acolytes away, not fully trusting them.
"He speaks true. This is indeed Sir Ishmael. I have known him, like, forever. He's good through and through. Are you saying he's turning into a dragon? I'm taking him back with me to this tomb, because our friends are there, and we don't desert our friends." She turns to Ishmael, "assuming you're OK, of course. And you're going to be OK. You're not alone in this. I'm staying with you. And we're going to get Gorefoot and Nars. We're a team. You don't have to face this alone. We'll figure out what to do. Don't worry. You're going to be OK."[/sblock]
Erekose13
Explorer
[sblock=Orussus Crew](ooc: nice rping, please feel free to interject scenes like that they are a pleasure to read)
Depending on Ishmael's word, it appears like Percy and Rodimus are ready to head back (after a night at the Red Dragon Inn perhaps). In the morning the three of them are able to meet Mr. Atterwood's associate at the edge of town ready with a wagon and two horses. The horses are nothing special, draft horses pulled off the farm. They'll do the trick though. In the wagon are enough supplies to feed and care for the horses during the week long trip.[/sblock]
[sblock=Dungeon Crew](ooc: just wrapping things up in Orussus with the others. They should be back soon. Anything else you wanted to accomplish before they got back? Was Nezrak going to speak with the librarian or try to read any of the books?)[/sblock]
Depending on Ishmael's word, it appears like Percy and Rodimus are ready to head back (after a night at the Red Dragon Inn perhaps). In the morning the three of them are able to meet Mr. Atterwood's associate at the edge of town ready with a wagon and two horses. The horses are nothing special, draft horses pulled off the farm. They'll do the trick though. In the wagon are enough supplies to feed and care for the horses during the week long trip.[/sblock]
[sblock=Dungeon Crew](ooc: just wrapping things up in Orussus with the others. They should be back soon. Anything else you wanted to accomplish before they got back? Was Nezrak going to speak with the librarian or try to read any of the books?)[/sblock]
nimisgod
LEW Judge
Ishmael
[sblock] Ishmael recovers in time to hear Percy's query. He is raised back to his feet by the acolytes.
Hesitation is, at first, heavy in his voice, but there within it arises a grim determination. "I... I shall go back to the tomb. Even if worse fates than my flesh falling and dire curses await me, these are my comrades. All of them"
The High Priest remains passionless. "Then go but beware the Evils without and within. May Hyrag's Light guide you and stay Death from you"
The acolytes leave the task to Percy to hold the Deep Halfling's hand, leading him out of the temple.
"Now, who is protecting who now?" Ishmael chuckles. "Thanks, Percy. Let us return to the others"
Ishmael feels rending shame at his new monstrous form, but at least he has folk who can stand by him and protect him. That sustains him for the moment.
OOG: Sorry for the delay. Ishmael needs nothing else from town. Beyond a few sundries, mainly acid flasks in case of further attack from vermin swarms. (buying 5 for 50 gold total).
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[sblock] Ishmael recovers in time to hear Percy's query. He is raised back to his feet by the acolytes.
Hesitation is, at first, heavy in his voice, but there within it arises a grim determination. "I... I shall go back to the tomb. Even if worse fates than my flesh falling and dire curses await me, these are my comrades. All of them"
The High Priest remains passionless. "Then go but beware the Evils without and within. May Hyrag's Light guide you and stay Death from you"
The acolytes leave the task to Percy to hold the Deep Halfling's hand, leading him out of the temple.
"Now, who is protecting who now?" Ishmael chuckles. "Thanks, Percy. Let us return to the others"
Ishmael feels rending shame at his new monstrous form, but at least he has folk who can stand by him and protect him. That sustains him for the moment.
OOG: Sorry for the delay. Ishmael needs nothing else from town. Beyond a few sundries, mainly acid flasks in case of further attack from vermin swarms. (buying 5 for 50 gold total).
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Erekose13
Explorer
Percy, Ishmael, and Rodimus get up early ready for the journey back. As promised the cart and horses are waiting for the adventurers near the city gates. The trip back is short and uneventful.
On the 7th day of waiting, Nars spots the crew returning a top a wagon with Rodimus driving and Percy and Ishmael trotting along side. It looks like they might have enough room to get a large portion of the big stuff in there. Taking stock of their maps and such it looks like there were only 4 rooms that have not been explored. The one near the library that did not look openable, the two near the kings chamber and the kings chamber itself.
On the 7th day of waiting, Nars spots the crew returning a top a wagon with Rodimus driving and Percy and Ishmael trotting along side. It looks like they might have enough room to get a large portion of the big stuff in there. Taking stock of their maps and such it looks like there were only 4 rooms that have not been explored. The one near the library that did not look openable, the two near the kings chamber and the kings chamber itself.
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