[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[ShaggySpellsword]

After the final creature has fallen, Marcus looks over the battlefield, checking on each companion in turn. Finding none of their injuries life threatening, he falls to his knees and offers a short and quiet prayer to the Silver Flame.

Marcus stands, unstrings his bow, tying back his long white hair, streaked with brown and says "I can do little to heal your hurts in this place, but I will see what I can do if anyone has injuries serious enough to be a hinderance."

 

[Slippshade]

Bale Kell

Bale wiped the gore from Magique' ricerca and looked around for any other signs of danger, the glint of his mithral shirt seemed uneffected by the unnatural haze of the mournlands, though his dark clothing was a perfect match. A few of his dark, beaded braids had come undone from his pony tail in the melee and now rattled together quietly as his head moved from side to side scanning the plains ahead of them. With his long braided hair pulled back it was much easier to see the greenish tinge to his pale skin, the mournlands seeming to be accentuating the alien nature of the half-elf/half hag.

'Thank you,' Edana's voice intrudes on his conciousness as he cleans the blade.

"Your welcome," Bale murmurs under his breath to no one in particular as he finished up his cleaning, though he does not resheath the sword.

'Does this bother you?' Edana asks him, her voice gentle.

'The killing? No. I am used to it.'

'That's not what I ment and you know it. Being here again...does it bother you? You seem distant.'

Bale ponders the question for a moment before answering.

'The last time I was here the Mournlands changed me, you changed me. I just wonder how the Mournlands will change me this time.'

'I did not change you Bale, I just unlocked what was always there.'

'There are times I wish it would have stayed locked away.'

'I know my love, I know.'

Bale stood still for a moment, stunned, but before he could reply the voice was gone. The huge warforged was saying something...

"No injuries here." Bale replies and pulls a thin strip of leather from a pouch. With a quick incantation, an eldritch light seems to glow from within him briefly then disappears. "I am ready."

(ooc) Cast: Mage Armor - 4 Hour duration (/ooc)

 

[taitzu52]

Neville rises from off of his knee as the dust settles. He scans the area, and places his hand on his wolfhound's head, comforting the massive dog. "Good boy, Henry." he says quietly, as he reaches down on his belt and slaps another cartridge into his intricately adorned repeating crossbow. He shoulders the weapon, and holding the butt in one hand, he turns around, finally feeling safe to turn his back to the field.

"Well then, that was an inevitability now, wasn't it?", he says, as he dusts himself off, "It seems as though the Mourneland isn't nearly as unpopulated as rumor would have it. Though I could certainly think of better hosts." He bends down to pick up some spare clips form his crossbow, and places them in his satchel. "If everyone is quite alright, we should get moving again. I'm sure our presence has not gone unnoticed by now." Neville moves to the head of the group in the direction that they were heading, and scans the horizon, squinting as he looks to the sky. He reaches down and straightens his coat sleeve, and turns, saying, "Shall we?"

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 19

Azreal settled to the ground gracefully, his feathery white wings offsetting the long dark locks that settled around his face. Standing at his full six and a half foot height, Azreal's brooding sky blue eyes scanned the corpses for anything of significant . . . but particularly a weapon to replace the ordinary scimitar he was forced to take on this journey. He slung his composite bow over his shoulder and shrugged.

"Nothing . . . ," Azreal stated, then thought, 'Well, at least these creatures will no longer trouble others . . . their death was just.'

 

[Karl Green]

The League members start moving down through the hills and out onto the broken plains, as the filtered sunlight slowly wanes towards eve. In fact, the muted sky seems to hang under a permanent thin yellowish mist that has left the air with a tangy rotten smell. In the distances rolling thunder-like booms can be heard but with no lightning flashes announces them – and when there are strange flashes - like moving lightning in the clouds - it is silent and eerie to watch, almost alive it seems as it moves lazily about in the mist.

Here and there the group finds multiple piles of undecomposed bodies of people and animals. Most look like they have been killed within the last few days if not hours; yet they must have been here sense the Last War ended two years ago.

Mounds of broken glass and polished rock are shattered in all directions on this plain and here and there are also strange mounds of rock gutting up out of the ground at random places; something like old-faith stone circles but these were never present before on the plains of Cyran. Many bare marks of that are vaguely draconic, but are meaningless – like random letters or sounds all jumbled together.

After a few hours, with night fast approaches, the group find the stones of the old lightningrail-line that they were seeking. The stones are blackened and cracked, yet stretch off into the growing darkness in the direction of the interior of Cyran. Seeking a place to camp for the night, Azreal senses something in the dark before the rest even hear it – something large and noisy – then a dark shape forms strides out around another nearby mound of the dead bodies. Semi-illuminated by filtered light of two rising moons – a creature straight out childhood nightmare! Looking something like a giant Warstrider with multiple bodies impaled onto the long spikes of it's armor. The – thing – seems to be searching for something among the mound of dead bodies. Picking one up at random and then discharging the body, it does not seem to notice the party - yet…
[occ the creature looks something like THIS at least 12 feet tall and about 300 feet away from the party right now. Azreal senses pure evil rolling off the thing like a pulsing wave.
Actions?

 

[taitzu52]

Neville spots the creature in the distance, and tenses up like a rabbit suddenly aware of a fox in the far off brush. His eyes widen, and he stops in his tracks, and with his arm bent at his shoulder, he holds up a tightly balled fist: his sign for silence. He looks around at the terrain, and then at the Extraordinaires, and flattens his palm, and slowly brings it down to waist level. He then follows his own instructions, and gets down.

OOC: Hide +7

 

[Bobitron]

Fury notes his commander's movements and follows his order without hesitation, dropping quickly to the ground. As he drops, he repeats Neville's hand motions so the rest of the Extraordinaries are sure to see. The mechanical bow mounted in his left arm springs out of its compartment with a nearly silent whir of gears.

ooc: Hide -4, haha.

 

[taitzu52]

ooc: Hide -4, haha.

OOC: I'm painfully aware of our disparate areas of expertise . But hey, it's worth a try!

 

[Ferrix]

Gherald blinks, relatively disturbed by the gruesome sight, then in a moment, has disappeared into the darkness. Such a mechanical creature is most certainly not within my realm of expertise at dealing with, he notes dryly to himself, disappointed even.

OOC: Hide check 20+16=36

 

[Slippshade]

Bale watches the others slowly sink to the ground and follows suit, looking to hide himself in the rubble of the lightning rail line. He reaches into one of his pouches and begins to ready a shield spell to bolster his arcane defenses as the behemoth stalked its way towards them.

(ooc) Hide and ready shield spell. Hide +2(/ooc)