[Lakelands] Six For Adventure

[Raven Crowking]

Dawn came cool and clear. After breaking fast once again with the men of Lord Merryhahn, although not with the Lord himself or his closest retainers, the group assembled once more near the barrow beneath the now-gone mill. Father Evers joined them there, his face grim.

"Today," he said, "we finish the evil that has plagued these people."

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Horsom had missed the Lord Merryhahn's daughter at breakfast, and his thoughts danced briefly with charming Lady Isleen, but he shook his head and returned to the task at hand. His head was still a little fuzzy, but he wasn't sure if it was due to his night out with Selanil or the aftereffect of his brush with the gibbering undead. (OOC: is Horsom still suffering a Wisdom loss?)

Horsom drew his axe and held out two-handed, horizontally before him. "I am ready for the consecration, Father."

 

[Raven Crowking]

(OOC: is Horsom still suffering a Wisdom loss?)

1 point healed; 1 point remaining.

Given the time I've taken on posting, I think that we should we wait to give Toric a chance to post if he wants to.

RC

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

OOC: Sounds right to me.

 

[Raven Crowking]

Father Evers spoke a brief prayer to Mardan over Horsom's battle axe, then passed Mardan's four-armed holy symbol over it to imbue it with the war god's mystic power.

"May this weapon serve you well in what is to come," he said.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

"Thank you, Father," Horsom murmured solemnly. "Now, let's head to the chamber of trapped souls and end their misery." Sheathing his newly blessed axe, Horsom attached his rope to a nearby sturdy piece of rubble from the old mill, lowered it into the tomb entrance, and clambered down.

 

[Raven Crowking]

It did not take them long to follow their previous path. Once more, they stoppered their ears with wax so that they could not hear the weird gibbering and moaning of the undead, which had so stunned Horsom on their last encounter.

Within the tomb, they could see the cloudy mass of bound souls, insane perhaps from their captivity, crying and calling out...soundlessly due to their precautions. Father Evers glanced at Horsom, his face grim with determination.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

Alright then... Horsom, hefting his axe and shifting his shield, entered the chamber. He pushed down any compassion he felt for these trapped and tortured souls; this was an enemy out for blood, and he would meet that enmity with deadly force.

Initiative: 15 [11 (roll) + 4 (Dex)]