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

[Bront]

[sblock=Pheonix]'So, this is the toy that Riki wants. Either he is an ignorant fool who is running someone else's errand, or he has use for such a thing himself. Jazick may be usefull for a bit longer than I thought either way.'

Jasmine will do some research in the Eternal Well and the Museum of Souls as well if she has time. More on the Well than the Museum, which she at least knows where it is.[/sblock]
Jen seems eager to find information, and a little excited by what she has found so far. "I think it's in the Museum of Souls. Let's find what we can here, and perhaps rest a bit. You look a bit tired."

OOC: If I have the time line right, it's pretty late and we've been here a while, correct?

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Stifling another yawn Jazick nods, "We've been at this a while. I'm still feeling weak from the trap too. However, I think we need to find someplace warm if we're really gonna get some rest. At least we need somewhere we can build a fire."

 

[GlassEye]

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...

Without hesitation Ymris continues towards the robed figure and stiffens her arms to slam her entire body weight behind her quarterstaff strike to the figure's midsection.

[sblock=OOC]Ymris will charge, then attack with a single staff strike unless she doesn't have enough room to run. If that's the case, then she will just move into threat range and strike.[/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

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]

[sblock]Azot casts Cure Moderate Wounds - 14pts
Azot’s current condition - 11hp damage[/sblock]

Sebek’s blessings warmed Azot’s body, removing the already developing bruises and swells, knitting the cuts and removing the aches. He still felt the battering that the two wildlings had delivered, but their assault had still left a dull pain in his face that would not be swiftly forgotten.

The storm water drain was still open, allowing Azot to slip into the tunnel easily to pursue his prey. There was a loud echo and splashing to his right, the constant storm made the water in here waste deep, which meant that the others would probable be having more problems than he.

Azot needed not even try to catch the others, he simply let the water lift him off his feet and carry him downstream. The wildlings were struggling with their prize, trying to control it, preventing the current from wresting it away from them.

 

[Phoenix]

Stifling another yawn Jazick nods, "We've been at this a while. I'm still feeling weak from the trap too. However, I think we need to find someplace warm if we're really gonna get some rest. At least we need somewhere we can build a fire."

Jen and Jazick had been in the Cathedral for hours now, searching its vast halls for their prizes. Outside they could see that where the sun hid behind the storm clouds, had set. The chill wind continued to whip through the vast halls, relentlessly draining the two as they continued their search.

[sblock=Jen & Jazick]Jazick Fort Save (DC 20) +13 – Failure
Poison damage roll – 2pts Strength

Jen Fort save (DC 23) +15 - Failure
Jazick Fort save (DC 23) +17 – Failure

Jen and Jazick have gained an additional negative level.[/sblock]

[sblock=Jen]Continuing the Gather Information Success.

Museum of Souls – a religious gallery of art pieces dedicated to the love of Zsath. Many of the pieces have been created by the greatest Bishops of Zsath, utilizing magics of life and death in their creation. The place is usually off-limits to all unless guided by a being called The Curator, an unliving monument to these powerful creations.

Eternal Well – a piece of art created by Bishop Esdeele over a hundred years ago. The is an actual well that summons forth the spirits of the dead in a macabre dance within the great shaft and above it, the spirits are brought from the other side and whisper the secrets of the afterlife. The Bishop utilized a powerful Obsidian Sceptre to draw the spirits forth from death to dance eternally.[/sblock]

[sblock=Jazick]Gather Information check (DC 15) +11 – Failure

For Jazick searching through the dozens of ledgers, tomes, journals, scriptures and every other scrap parchment lying around was too confusing. He couldn’t understand how they stored their books, couldn’t tolerate the headaches caused by their archaic script, and seemed to run across every book that he didn’t need.

At several times he caught Jen easy perusing the texts, she seemed at home in this place. She nodded occasionally to herself as she referenced something and headed straight for another shelf, picking her books selectively.[/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

Without hesitation Ymris continues towards the robed figure and stiffens her arms to slam her entire body weight behind her quarterstaff strike to the figure's midsection.

[sblock=OOC]Ymris will charge, then attack with a single staff strike unless she doesn't have enough room to run. If that's the case, then she will just move into threat range and strike.[/sblock]

[sblock=Combat – Round One]Initiative:
Ymris – 15
Devries – 13 (6pts damage)
Zimmerman - 8

Ymris attack roll (Devries - AC hidden) +18 – Hit
Devries Concealment check (50% chance) +59% - Failure
Ymris damage roll – 6pts
Devries attack roll (Ymris – AC 13) +15 - Hit
Devries damage roll – 5pts Strength
Ymris Will save (DC 16) +18 - Success
Ymris Will save (DC 16) +12 – Failure
Ymis has been effected by a slow spell[/sblock]

Ymris charged into Devries, pushing her strength into the end of her staff and slamming it against her foe. There was no grunt of pain, no blood, but Devries moved a little, like it definitely hurt.

He rose up and his robe parted to reveal the ethereal form beneath, Devries was little more than purple mist beneath his heavy robe. Ymris could barely see anything to define in his form anymore, but the soft screams that escaped from him, like he had the souls of dozens trapped in the robe with him...

He forced her mind to concentrate, not to give in to fear, but Devries reached out and touched her. All the strength in her body seemed to be draining from her body, he fed off her, grew stronger.

Behind her she barely heard Zimmerman’s voice again, chanting something anew. She couldn’t resist him this time, not both of them at once. Her legs felt heavy, her strength was drained, was this the end?

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Slamming a book in frustration Jazick turns to Jen. "I think we are going to have to leave this place for a while and come back. The cold and poison are really getting to me. Whatever caused them to abandon the place is starting to weaken us too."

 

[Bront]

Jen nods, "I agree, it is quite cold in here."

Helping Jazick along, and holding him for warmth, she heads with him out the door.

"The sceptre is in the Museum of Souls, but I don't think that's a good place to go to rest. Perhaps there is a bedroom of some kind here?"

 

[GlassEye]

[sblock=Combat – Round One]Initiative:
Ymris – 15
Devries – 13 (6pts damage)
Zimmerman - 8

Ymris attack roll (Devries - AC hidden) +18 – Hit
Devries Concealment check (50% chance) +59% - Failure
Ymris damage roll – 6pts
Devries attack roll (Ymris – AC 13) +15 - Hit
Devries damage roll – 5pts Strength
Ymris Will save (DC 16) +18 - Success
Ymris Will save (DC 16) +12 – Failure
Ymis has been effected by a slow spell[/sblock]

Ymris charged into Devries, pushing her strength into the end of her staff and slamming it against her foe. There was no grunt of pain, no blood, but Devries moved a little, like it definitely hurt.

He rose up and his robe parted to reveal the ethereal form beneath, Devries was little more than purple mist beneath his heavy robe. Ymris could barely see anything to define in his form anymore, but the soft screams that escaped from him, like he had the souls of dozens trapped in the robe with him...

He forced her mind to concentrate, not to give in to fear, but Devries reached out and touched her. All the strength in her body seemed to be draining from her body, he fed off her, grew stronger.

Behind her she barely heard Zimmerman’s voice again, chanting something anew. She couldn’t resist him this time, not both of them at once. Her legs felt heavy, her strength was drained, was this the end?

Though her body is failing, with a grim determination Ymris clenches her jaw and focuses her mind. Run, Thom, run away! she sends through her link with the cat, hoping that he understands and does what she wants just this once. Mustering the dregs of her strength she forces herself upright, reaches down within herself to tap that spark of life, and with a few arcane words and gestures casts Shocking Grasp.

 

[Phoenix]

Though her body is failing, with a grim determination Ymris clenches her jaw and focuses her mind. Run, Thom, run away! she sends through her link with the cat, hoping that he understands and does what she wants just this once. Mustering the dregs of her strength she forces herself upright, reaches down within herself to tap that spark of life, and with a few arcane words and gestures casts Shocking Grasp.

[sblock=Combat - Round Two]Initiative:
Ymris – 15 (7pts Strength/23pts damage)
Devries – 13 (6pts damage)
Zimmerman - 8

Ymris attack roll (Devries - AC hidden) +20 – Hit
Devries Concealment check (50% chance) +19% - Success
Devries attack roll (Ymris – AC 13) +22 - Hit
Devries damage roll – 2pts Strength
Zimmerman attack roll (Ymris AC 13) +16/+17 - Hit/Hit
Zimmerman damage roll - 12pts/11pts fire damage[/sblock]

Lightning crackled across Ymris' fingers, she felt a warmth from Thom, but it was fleeting. Devries plunged his hand into Ymris' chest and drank deeply for her, her strength was slipping away. There was a horrible burning feeling in her back, she burst into flames and her skin melted away.

The pain seemed to last forever.

Ymris looked up through a haze of pain, everything around her was blurry. Before her stood a handsome middle aged man wearing the long robes of Devries. She was still standing in the doorway, but, something was different.

Her smoldering body lay at her feet, an echo of Zimmerman yelled something behind her. Deveries smiled at her, then walked through her floating form. Her two assailants walked back upstairs, she was powerful to stop them, or even talk. Something was...

"...wrong?"

The voice came from a reasonable handsome man with dark hair that leaned against the wall of the school. On his hip a dark blade seemed to drink hungrily at the light eminated from the lanterns nearby, emiting a life draining aura tugged at all that was left of her, her soul.

"Yes, you're dead. It happens. No, I can't do anything. And my name's Jovik. Anything else?"