IR Aftermath (Those Dead PCs are back in action! )

[The Forsaken One]

Enselle.. hmm .. I like it. I am called Nyovne, a Quickling is what I am if you had't noticed. I'm rumored to be a thief and hacker of some skill but how much of that is truth I don't know *grin*. And I don't wish to bargain. I'm merely offering, that's all. You have been kind to me and offered me a place to stay and extended your welcome to me. For that I am gratefull and for that alone I am willing to complete a task for you if there is something I could do for you.

 

[Kalanyr]

" I have offered you nothing that is not free to most, but I could I think give you some useful equipment if you are willing to find out why these demons and devils and undead pollute my forest. "

 

[The Forsaken One]

Then so I shall! We will meat again Enselle, untill then!

[Kal you know that spot I had in that vision if you still know what I'm talking about. I'm going there now if I can find it in hopes of a meeting.]

 

[Kalanyr]

Enselle bids you farewell as you head off to the location of which you speak.

Arriving there as the sun rises you find the place empty.

 

[Gurdjieff]

After a fine night in which Valiance slept well, he stands up, looking through his room, finding his magic equipment totally ruined. It wasn't a nightmare. "My God, it is true!" he exlaims while he walks around a bit. "Someone is going to pay for this... one way of another.".

"What is it Master? You make quite a lot of noise for a man who just got up." Graf speaks from the door which he just opened, linking the two rooms in which they slept.
"I thought it was a nightmare Graf. But now life has become a nightmare. What to do..."
"Well Master, we did get this assignment from a someone, and not just any someone. It's one of the mightiest and richest someone around. The government!"
"You are right Graf! They should be held responsible for sending us into that place, with no backup, and they should repay me!"
"Please Master, let me do the talking. Your emotions may get up a bit too high. But now, let's eat. We'll find the council after breakfast. Don't forget you don't have the magic to be able to get around without food."


[OoC: Valiance & Graf will find the government, and they'll tell what happened. How they didn't stand a chance against whatever they met, his sabres not being able to truely hurt the demons. They'll tell about the loss of their new friends, the loss of Valiance's equipment, and they'll ask for some new and maybe improved equipment.]

 

[Festy_Dog]

Morning comes and Sanctus lies in bed, praying silently, soon he finishes and pulls the covers up over his head.

"I don't have the resources to resurrect them all," he tells himself, "And with the others equipment effectively non-existant I think there we have a considerable problem on our hands."

He throws the covers back and gets out of bed, grumbling as he goes. He gets ready by himself as much as he can before going and asking anyone else who is awake and present to help him don his armour. He stops for a moment and something dawns on him.

"Did Nyovne come back with us when we teleported? I haven't seen her since we came back. I hope she hasn't been left to that pushy dragon," he says, "I should try to find her."

Once his armour is on he thanks whoever helped him and goes about the tavern, looking for his tiny comrade.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Nyovne shall wait there till midnight.

 

[Janos Audron]

After 9 hours and two bottles wine, Janos decides to check up on the others.

"Only bad thing about being a lich is that you can't get drunk anymore."

Outside, he sees Sanctus looking for people to help him don his armor.

"I'll help you, Sanctus. Or maybe you should become like me, so you don't need to take the armor off every night" Janos says with a smile.

"True, Sanctus, Nyovne stayed with the 'pushy' Dragon, though I think they've become friends...maybe we should Scry on her, to see what she's up to?

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Being like you, you say? Though undead have their strengths over the living they just shouldn't be, maybe you'd want to be resurrected so you can actually get drunk, like me?" he says.

Sanctus is thankful for the help, though it be from a blight upon the earth, in his opinion its one thats doesn't need to be obliterated any time soon.

"Aye, scrying her out is an idea worth trying, for her own good," he says.

Sanctus casts Greater Scrying, attempting to locate Nyovne and ascertain her situation and status.

 

[Janos Audron]

No, Sanctus, resurrection would do me no good. I am probably old enough to instantly die of old age, when I am once again in a mortal body, and I have certain things I need to take care of first...