InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
(Theme: Ashes and Ghost, Silent Hill 2 Soundtrack)
Ru leaps, easily grabbing the edge of the balcony, swings up, and lands on his feet. He sticks his hand down, grasps Darian's outstretched arm, and pulls him up as well. The ashen remnants of the drapery fall away to reveal a door. A quick tug--it is locked. And beyond, a deep, guttural scream of rage can be heard.
Torhan clears the debris of the painting in a single bound, bellowing as he brings his sword crashing down upon the monster. It collides, a shower of coppery sparks flying. As usual, the sword does little more than skitter across the skin of the gnome.
"Torhan, no! We are not prepared for this. We need to go now!"
Calahan heeds the priest's word and stands back, receiving a healing touch in return (+4 hp, 20/23)
The gnome looks at Torhan, at the fire, at his heads, at the window, at Torhan again, back and forth, faster, faster...
"No, not that trick again..." Calahan calls out. He and Fr. Berman cower in the doorway to the bedchamber, humming to themselves and covering their ears.
Torhan, though, doubles over, screaming in rage and agony. The creature takes the moment to walk calmly over to the window.
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Why? Why did those blasted gnomes have to run around like the dishonest misshapen excuses for humanity that they are? Now everyone's dead!
Everyone... except Sasha. No, she's still around, under his control, yet out of control...
Torhan rushes back to the chapel. Infernal non-Ezraite chapel, worshipping the gods of other creatures. No, the chapel must be Ezraite. The statue of Our Lady stands there still, the sacred chants of the faithful wafting on the breeze through the carnage. The flames of purity have been sent, sent high...
A whimper, a muffled mewl is heard behind Torhan. Sasha lies on the chapel floor, stained, beaten, weak--and again masked. She looks at him, pleading.
"I love you."
The words are easy to say. He has said them to Ezra many a time, and it is easy now. A brass key slides off Torhan's tongue, and he unlocks Sasha's mask.
But no time! Her attackers approach. By the front doors, through the windows, even the door to the sacristy is barely holding back some kind of menace.
OOC: Torhan is confused. Next round, he will attack the nearest creature.
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Ru leaps, easily grabbing the edge of the balcony, swings up, and lands on his feet. He sticks his hand down, grasps Darian's outstretched arm, and pulls him up as well. The ashen remnants of the drapery fall away to reveal a door. A quick tug--it is locked. And beyond, a deep, guttural scream of rage can be heard.
Torhan clears the debris of the painting in a single bound, bellowing as he brings his sword crashing down upon the monster. It collides, a shower of coppery sparks flying. As usual, the sword does little more than skitter across the skin of the gnome.
"Torhan, no! We are not prepared for this. We need to go now!"
Calahan heeds the priest's word and stands back, receiving a healing touch in return (+4 hp, 20/23)
The gnome looks at Torhan, at the fire, at his heads, at the window, at Torhan again, back and forth, faster, faster...
"No, not that trick again..." Calahan calls out. He and Fr. Berman cower in the doorway to the bedchamber, humming to themselves and covering their ears.
Torhan, though, doubles over, screaming in rage and agony. The creature takes the moment to walk calmly over to the window.
[sblock=Torhan]
Why? Why did those blasted gnomes have to run around like the dishonest misshapen excuses for humanity that they are? Now everyone's dead!
Everyone... except Sasha. No, she's still around, under his control, yet out of control...
Torhan rushes back to the chapel. Infernal non-Ezraite chapel, worshipping the gods of other creatures. No, the chapel must be Ezraite. The statue of Our Lady stands there still, the sacred chants of the faithful wafting on the breeze through the carnage. The flames of purity have been sent, sent high...
A whimper, a muffled mewl is heard behind Torhan. Sasha lies on the chapel floor, stained, beaten, weak--and again masked. She looks at him, pleading.
"I love you."
The words are easy to say. He has said them to Ezra many a time, and it is easy now. A brass key slides off Torhan's tongue, and he unlocks Sasha's mask.
But no time! Her attackers approach. By the front doors, through the windows, even the door to the sacristy is barely holding back some kind of menace.
OOC: Torhan is confused. Next round, he will attack the nearest creature.
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