Metropolis - The Weight of the World (and Found Wanting)

[Phoenix]

[sblock=Combat - Round Three]Initiative:
Alexi - 18 (0pts damage)
The Boar - 17 (0pts damage)
The Whale - 15 (19pts damage)
The Dragon - 12 (0pts damage)
Tendriculos - 7 (unconscious)

Combat Rolls:
Alexi attack roll (Tendriculos AC 16) +22 - Hit
Alexi damage roll - 6pts
Boar Arcane Spell Failure check (Target 35%): 69% - Success
Tendriculos reflex save (DC 16) +10 - Failure
Boar damage roll - 27pts
Whale attack roll (Tendriculos AC 16) +21 - Hit
Whale damage roll - 15pts
Dragon attack roll (Tendriculos AC 16) +6 - Miss[/sblock]

The knights pounded on the huge creature as Alexi yelled at Dragon. The knight almost fell off his horse as he tried to dodge a wild tentacle and shout back, "No, this beast is unusual to me!"

The huge form lurched and fell to the ground, crashing against the borken cobblestones and lying still. Boar urged his horse forward, his hands still burning with the flames that he called upon the beast.

"The thing is healing, and quickly. Unless anyone knows how to kill his beast I suggest that we flee for the tower, there may be more like this creature..."

 

[Phoenix]

[sblock=Combat - Round Four]Initiative:
Killi-kelli-hek - 10
Azot - 5 (21pts damage)

Combat Rolls:
Kill-kelli-hek attack roll (Azot AC 16) +16/+13 - Hit/Miss
Kill-kelli-hek damage rolls - 3pts
Azot attack roll (AC 12) +24 - Hit
Azot damage roll - 6pts[/sblock]

With a resounding smash Azot's club shattered the leg of one of the wildlings, sending it screaming to the ground. His wounds were not small though, and the remaining creature had inflicted some damage to him.

[sblock=Combat - Round Five]Initiative:
Killi-kelli-hek - 10 (unconscious)
Azot - 5 (25pts damage)

Combat Rolls:
Kill-kelli-hek attack roll (Azot AC 16) +17 - Hit
Kill-kelli-hek damage rolls - 4pts
Azot attack roll (AC 12) +25 - Hit
Azot damage roll - 7pts
Azot attack of opportunity (AC 12) +22 - Hit
Azot damage roll - 6pts[/sblock]

With a final burst of strength Azot resisted the creatures heavy fists one last time to bring his club across the creature's face, breaking its nose and sending blood spraying across the street. The wildling panicked and ran, allowing Azot to bring his club against the back of the creatures head, sending it to the ground.

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Jen huddles closer to Jazick for warmth, smiling at him meekly as she pulls her cloak around herself. "So, you know what you need from here?"

Draping his large large cloak about them both, Jazick tells her the story of the strange events back home in Candlestick lane. Of the well dressed halfling and the apparently sleeping people chewing the bloody meat. He speaks of the whistle and shows her the reference in the book. His skin pales as he tells of the dark magic glimpsed in the sky above and of slaying the halfling. He goes on to tell of his own doubts about the halfling's purpose and the dreams that followed. Finally he tells of his journey and hopes that he can find information that will protect his people. "Do you think it would be a sin to burn some of these tomes for warmth?" he asks with a grin. "I guess I should try to find the last records and see what happened here. Perhaps that relates to the halfling and his whistle. Maybe there is something about the location of the scepter here as well?"

 

[Bront]

"I think it might be a sin not too," Jen says, smiling at the warm jesture.

"Perhaps there is notes on it in the reference as well. We should look it up."

 

[Fenris]

The knights pounded on the huge creature as Alexi yelled at Dragon. The knight almost fell off his horse as he tried to dodge a wild tentacle and shout back, "No, this beast is unusual to me!"

The huge form lurched and fell to the ground, crashing against the borken cobblestones and lying still. Boar urged his horse forward, his hands still burning with the flames that he called upon the beast.

"The thing is healing, and quickly. Unless anyone knows how to kill his beast I suggest that we flee for the tower, there may be more like this creature..."

"I would suggest fire as that seems to bring an end to many fell creatures. Yet I doubt we could crerate a large enough fire fast enough, so let us away to the tower while we can. Hopefully we have given it cause enough to pause before attacking again." says Alexi as he hold the reins of Whales horse so he can mount and ride away.

 

[GlassEye]

Chancellor Zimmerman glanced at the figure by the window, waiting for a moment as if he were to move or speak. The silence in the room was broken only by a low hiss coming from the corridor as old Thom lurked at the threshold, as if ready to spring to her mistress’ aid.

“Yes,” his eyes returned to Ymris. “Mr Devries is here, but he does not speak to messengers.”

The figure moved a little within his long cloak, enough so that Ymris could tell that it wasn’t simply a coat-stand holding those robes up. Slowly one heavily robed arm raised, the fabric draping over the figure’s hand, and gestured from Ymris to the Chancellor, signalling for Ymris to pass along the message.

The Chancellor stood warily and gently lifted the case across to his side of the desk, there was a fear in his eyes that was genuine, pure, unhidden as stared at the figure and opened the end of the case. After a slight tap a scroll slid out, and Zimmerman slowly unrolled it before him.

It was blank.

From the window a voice that seemed to echo with an icy chill in upon itself whispered through the room. “I know not who you are, but I smell her on you. It is long faded, but I can smell the stench of her betrayal upon everything she touches.”

Chancellor Zimmerman looked at the blank scroll, his eyes darting as if they were reading something. “Ymris, after all these years…” He looked up at a painting on the wall, it was that of the fatter Zimmerman from downstairs. He sat on a large throne with three small girls on his lap, no more than a few years old each, and had a dirty evil look on his fat and corrupt face. The plaque was easy to read:

The Ladies Stephanie, Ymris and Amanda.​

The middle girl looked the same as the one downstairs, and had her name.

There was another icy hiss, “You however, are no use to me alive…”

Ymris tightens her hand around her staff to quell the trembling that threatens. She is confused: the painting with her name on its plaque, the menacing figure she assumes is Devries, Thom's emotion beating in the back of her mind... She stands a moment as if frozen, until the icy hiss, "You however, are no use to me alive…", snaps her from her lethargy. Quickly she turns and dashes for the door to the chambers and towards the stairs.

 

[Phoenix]

"I would suggest fire as that seems to bring an end to many fell creatures. Yet I doubt we could crerate a large enough fire fast enough, so let us away to the tower while we can. Hopefully we have given it cause enough to pause before attacking again." says Alexi as he hold the reins of Whales horse so he can mount and ride away.

Whale grunted and swore something at the creature, but mounted up fast nonetheless. the creature was already stirring as Dragon cried out and urged his steed into the ruins, to be enveloped by the storm. Whale smiled at Alexi and bolted, leaving he and Boar to bring up the rear.

In the shadows of the ruins other creatures could be seen lurking, crawling out of their hiding spots as the horses past, and soon lost from view. The great tower loomed in the distance, but each of the knights' steeds have enough energy built from fear of the creatures of this place to bolt through the streets with almost unearthly speed.

It was not long before Dragon called them all to a halt, raising one mailed hand and calling through the storm to the others.

"The tower is not far from here, perhaps now is the time to speak of an attack plan before the beasts of this place catch us."

 

[Phoenix]

Ymris tightens her hand around her staff to quell the trembling that threatens. She is confused: the painting with her name on its plaque, the menacing figure she assumes is Devries, Thom's emotion beating in the back of her mind... She stands a moment as if frozen, until the icy hiss, "You however, are no use to me alive…", snaps her from her lethargy. Quickly she turns and dashes for the door to the chambers and towards the stairs.

[sblock]Ymris Will save (DC hidden) +16 - Success[/sblock]

Ymris bolted into the Hall of Heraldry and back towards the main chambers, behind her she could hear a man swearing. Looking back quickly as she hit the end of the hall, she spotted Zimmerman kicking at something on the ground that had gotten in his way. Thom!

Zimmerman was more interested in a larger prize though, and ran up the hall towards Ymris, but she was already gone. She hit the stairs two at a time, leaping over the rail once it was safe and taking off across the hall.

Something told her that Thom was ok, he was a rugged old bugger, but the chanting behind her warned her that she was in more danger than the filthy moggy. She could feel the rigors of magic attempting to freeze her bones in place, trying to throw her to the ground, but her mind was strong and would not be forced to obey another. She threw the door open into the storm and readied herself to run for her life once more.

Standing in the doorway was a heavily robed figure, Devries? How...

 

[Phoenix]

"I think it might be a sin not too," Jen says, smiling at the warm jesture.

"Perhaps there is notes on it in the reference as well. We should look it up."

[sblock=Bront]Jasmine Gather Information check (DC 15) +16 - Success

Obsidean Sceptre of Thrall​

It is easy to find basic information on the Sceptre, but digging a little deeper allows you to learn some of the less known secrets of the item. The Obsidean Sceptre was created to control people utterly, though many notes say that this was a choice that the target made willingly, the Sceptre had no control otherwise.
It was a cerimonal piece more than anything, and the Bishops of Zsath rarely used it for its true potential. It was held in the The Museum of Souls as a control piece in something called the Eternal Well.
The Sceptre itself is made out of an alloy of a rare metal called mithril, stained black and decorated with crimson diamonds. Simply to touch the Sceptre is to have enough weath to own suburbs, and enough power to rule them. If one knows its true secrets...[/sblock]

 

[Tonks]

As the two wildlings fall, Azot does not waste time before snapping the necks of each one before fate could grant them a recovery from their wounds. The task was easily done, but afterwards he felt Sebek's blessing fade away and as it did, the pain from his wounds set in. His ribs were tender in several places and he knew three of his teeth were barely anchored in their sockets. Reaching up and grasping the bone necklace around his neck, he called upon Sebek to mend the worst of the blows and then looked down the entrance to the sewer looking to see if the wildlings were there or if they had escaped.

[sblock=ooc]Cast CMW and then advance. Not sure I can take another beating like that just now.. Plus I know it is almost time to meet the neighbors around here.[/sblock]