Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[Ferrix]

Shaking his head, he growls some gutteral dwarven curse and his hand drops to his warhammer as the figure walks out into the night but he stays it

"You don't be needin' to face him alone, but if ya must, take my blessing before ye enter into battle."

Derrik will get to his feet, snatch the near empty bottle of whiskey and toss the rest of it back in a single pull, then place it upon the table. He'll follow Skarsus outside, once he comes back from the stables with his shield and stands ready before the dark figure he begins to mutter a prayer to the forge to ward off evil spirits and places his gauntleted hand on Skarsus' shoulder.

[cast protection from evil on Skarsus, +2 deflection bonus to AC, +2 to saves, immune to mind control and possession]

 

[Vendetta]

After regaining his head from the pain, an evil glare crosses the Sea Elf's eyes. "He'll not go alone!" Zar growls under his breath as his eyes flash with the magical power that wells within him.

 

[ferretguy]

As the others recover from their pained looks and move to follow the cloaked figure he thinks to himself A straight up fight...damn hate those, well maybe there's another way.... Heading up to the bartender, he asks Barkeep...is there another way out of this establishment?

OOC: if a different way out Ackalon will take it keeping to the shadows and working his way to his best flanking position of a fight...Hide+10 Move Silently +10...ready light crossbow...

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril spits on the floor at the delivery of the cloaked figures demand. "I don't know who you tangled with, laddie, but I'm your second.", says Thromgril. "Anything happens to you, I'll drop this sulphur smellin' punk 'fore you can say 'axehandle'." And with that. he stands up, belt down his drink, and heaves his giant axe over his shoulder as he heads for the door.

OOC: Thromgril will wait to see if Skarsus wants to honorably duel, but at any "relatively" good excuse, Thromgril will rage and swing on the creature with a +5 Power Attack. Is he good for anything else?

 

[DralonXitz]

Skarsus stands up and takes a deep breath, filled with confidence, but also a bit of worry. As his allies encourage him, he goes outside, followed by Zar, Derrik, and Thromgril. However, Ackalon sneaks over to the Bartender and asks, "Barkeep...is there another way out of this establishment?"

The bartender slowly nods and whispers, "The back of the bar, you'll see the Kitchen entrance. Go through there, you'll exit out by the stables."

Ackalon nods and silently sneaks through the bar, merging with the shadows. He dashes through the kitchen and pushes open the door, finding himself in the open, with a waxing moon beaming down upon him.

Good, not too much light...

He then looks to the right and rolls past a stablehand and comes to the end of the stables, where he gives a quick glance around the corner. He is shocked by what he sees, the dark cloaked man, kneeling, with his greatsword plunged into the ground. Some red beams of energy are beaming in every direction from the blade, as he chants some indecipherable prayer.

Ackalon quickly shakes it off though, and with ninja grace, jumps up and climbs up onto the ceiling where he sneaks across it, looking for a good hiding spot. As he searches, he sees it, the storage shed, with bushes around it, only about 3 feet from where the dark man is. Sure with himself, he dives down and rolls directly into the bushes, barely making it before the cloaked warrior notices anything.

As the front door opens, Skarsus, along with his three allies come outside, flanking him as Skarsus quickly walks to his beautiful steed and grabs his shield, bracing it bravely. Taking a deep breath, he turns around and waves off to his allies, who back off and form a defensive stance near the door, ready to pounce if anything goes awry. He then slowly walks to the area where the cloaked man is, and looks down at him.

"You came. Very good, an honorable man is always ready to meet his death. Any questions you have before I send you to the Ethereal Plane?"

The man then opens his eyes and slowly stands up, the loud rustling of his cloak heard as he moves, placing both hands around his greatsword as he looks into Skarsus' eyes.

 

[Vendetta]

"Yes, a question. What are the orders that you referred to?" Zar-Vroxiar says looking around the young human as he has carefully placed himself between the two dwarves and behind the Horseman.

 

[deadestdai]

Question? Only that of who I should advise of your untimely death?
The young man then braces himself for a serious duel (And not the first he's had to deal with.) hoping his new friends will respect the old laws.

 

[DralonXitz]

"Yes, a question. What are the orders that you referred to?" Zar-Vroxiar says looking around the young human as he has carefully placed himself between the two dwarves and behind the Horseman.

The Dark Warrior glares into the Elf's eyes, his pure black hood still shrouding his face as he coldly speaks to him, his every syllable laced with the very essence of evil.

"I suppose it does not matter anymore, since after I execute Skarsus, I shall be killing the rest of you. I am a Bounty Hunter Zar-Vroxair, one of the oldest and most experienced in all of Men'Thar. My employer has placed a bounty of 6,000 Gold Pieces on Skarsus' head, and 2,000 on each of yours. For a total of 14,000 Gold, I cannot resist. There, now your question is answered."

He then moves his glare over to Skarsus after hearing his comment and coldly laughs, "When you die Skarsus, give my regards to the Dark One. Now...it is time."

He releases his left hand from the blade and grips his massive cloak, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. As it hits the ground, a massive being is seen as it's bearer, clad in thick, pure black armor, laden with spikes and red crosses all over his body. A massive pulsing red scar crosses his left eye, beating on his pure black face. Long white hair flows down past his back, with two silver crosses hanging down from the ends of his mane. He silently grips his greatsword and unsheathes it from the dirt, holding it down diagnolly with both hands in a fighting stance.

"Make your move"

 

[deadestdai]

To be completely honest, as mean looking as the dark swordsman was, Skarsus had seen more menacing looking Brigands back home. (And even a rampaging dire boar that his troupe had to dispatch was scarier.) Still, hoping it would throw his foe's view of the young lad, he fiegned a look of uncertainty (Bluff +0 ) and drew his sword, walking toward the evil man with shield held ready to deflect blows.

With a last deep breath, he lurches a strike toward the man's unarmoured head roaring with the effort.


(OOC - are you rolling for our actions? In either case, Skarsus Initiative is +3 and his first round attack is at +11, damage d8+6 [Crit on 17+ x3].)

 

[ferretguy]

Hearing that he is worth 2000gp brings a smile to Ackalons lips...although the fact that he is worth less then this horseman darkens that grin quickly.
He brings the crossbow up quickly and takes a well aimed shot at the back of the bounty hunters head thinkin' "well hell if I'm only worth 2 grand may as well make try my best to increase my value....plus that horseman could use a little edge verse this creep."

OOC: init +7 +10 (including flanking bonus)to hit and hopefully 1d8+1 +3d6 sneak....