Eye of Profane Truth

[Rkhet]

Rhakzan: your shadow has just left. Do something.

Moreth:

/ooc: so long as Mindblank is active, you cannot be scryed (though I suppose if you set off any fireworks, it will be seen).

The cathedral is eerily silent. If anyone is there, then they must be indoors.

Cann/Lessa: you are taken back to the hallway of the giant statues, where your gear is returned to you and your rings removed (the woman-shaped construct simply touches them and they slide off easily). A carriage is waiting outside.

You hear loud cries behind you. You turn, to see two watchmen trying to restrain a beggar. He has a glint of madness in his eyes, and smells of alcohol. He must be stronger than he looks, for the guards, though much bigger, could not pin him down.

He is yelling at the top of his lung. You pick up a few snatches -

"...the Winged Lord! He shall come, and he shall bring absolution to the chosen! The world is a lie! The Perfect is a lie! Even the Eye is a lie!"

"...The Angel of a Thousand Wings shall come! It is written in the book of lies! It is plain as day, yet the sighted are blind!"

"...There is naught but liars in this world, yet He will come, and bring truth and death to you all! Repent! It is not too late!"

Thrashing about wildly, he catches a glimpse of you two. He points to you, screaming:

"YOU! EYESPAWNS! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE SACRED AND STILL LIVE! HE WILL COME FOR YOU! MARK MY WORD! HE WILL COM- oogh!"

One of the guards strike him hard in the stomach while he is distracted, knocking the air out of him. They rough him up a little more, then drags him away.

The butler Jonathan clears his throat, a little embarassed. "Do ignore him, please. These crazed cultists have been acting up lately. Really, something ought to be done."

 

[Nephtys]

Moreth:

The cathedral is eerily silent. If anyone is there, then they must be indoors.

The Angel curses silently to himself. The Oracle has foreseen everything. From a single glance she has known that I would come here, and arranged an evacuation and a trap. She must die, but I don't have a convenient means to make her death permanent.
Well, I'll just have to make do with what I have...

"The Time of reckoning is at hand" His powerful voice calls out across the abandoned city, "The Church of Vinecastle has fallen from our graces, ruled by assassins corrupted by greed and false pride. The Heavens have judged them, but you can still be saved if you put your faith in the true prophets. Hold on to heresy, and share their fate. This is just the beginning."

He casts an Earthquake at the main dome of the cathedral, followed by three maximized (minor rod) Fireballs of Acid, Fire and Cold at the surrounding temple complexes, then he plummets 240 feet (flying downwards, at double speed) (if he can do so without crashing into a building.

 

[Rkhet]

/ooc: I need to stat this out a bit. expect a delay.

 

[Nephtys]

/ooc: I need to stat this out a bit.

Hehehe...

 

[Rkhet]

/ooc: hmm... the new semester is starting, and it seems that the others have lost interest. I think I'll put this game on hiatus, for now. I need some time to catch up on coursework.

 

[silentspace]

ooc: ok

 

[Nephtys]

Too bad. But your schoolwork is more important. I'll be here when you get back.