Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard (Vol 2)

[shadowmask]

I wonder...No. Corath pauses a moment, takes several steps, and then leaps to interpose herself between William and the Serpent. "Not if we place you in the vortex first!"

[sblock=OOC]Going out on a limb here...hope it works!

Wisdom to "Reset Down" (1d20=10)+3=13. According to Monkey, roll isn't enough...if it will even work - Jump to knock Azilyk outta the sky: 1d20+19=25. Attack; Damage (1d20+11=13, 2d6+4=10). I hate this BBEG! *grumble, grumble*[/sblock]

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Corath's leap isn't quite enough to get her to Azilyk...but the vortex's pull keeps her airborne...and moving toward it.


Round 3

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdaHCbxlmWw&feature=related]The Vortex[/ame]

OOC: Next action - William

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: Jemal, are you around? We need you so we can continue the combat. Voda Vosa, need a post from you so we can advance the others.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum stands up, with a big smile on his face, not noticing what is happening. "Ma' brother hadn't betray me after all! He was doing it fer my own good, HA! Ah' knew a Black Hammer clan member couldn't fall in such disgrace. Oh Ah' dreamed something else, something a winged lass said, she said that Aleera must be the one that wield the dagger" After he said that, Muzdum sees William holding the dagger in Corath. "Holy orc butt...." he exclaims.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Alaric, Aleera, Aohdan, Johen, Muzdum, Norali and Valen

Norali, still apparently distracted by her vision, shakes her head to clear it and touches the centaur again with the magic of her faith.

Cure Light Wounds on Aohdan (1d8+2=10)

Meanwhile, Aleera answers Valen, "Their souls are within the Dagger. If that construct has a soul then...well, there are two bodies so the Dagger will take one of them for itself. As to whose soul winds up where, we won't know that until they wake up...if they wake up."

The droning, buzzing noise gets louder and the group sees a squad of the bee creatures flying toward them, nine warriors surrounding a smaller, human-sized female.

They land nearby and the finely dressed female approaches.

"We are the Queen of the Abeil hive. Our non-Abeil name is Avienda. We wish to thank you for your assistance against the orcs and welcome you to join us at the hive where our workers can attend to your injured. Will you join us?"

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric slowly regains a bit of composure, and when the bee-creatures arrive, he turns his attention to them for the moment. "Uh, we are honored by your visit, Your Majesty...? Ah, while we would be happy to meet with you, our friends here" he says, pointing at the prone forms of Corath and William, "are locked in some sort of spiritual struggle with a, well, a ghost? Or maybe it's more like a demon, or...?"

"Well, anyway, I think they'll wake up any minute now, and it may be very dangerous to touch or disturb their bodies while they fight the....creature....in their minds. I think. And we can't leave our friends alone out here while there might still be other orcs lurking about."

"May we wait a few minutes to see if our friends recover, Your Grace? Of course, we wouldn't ask you to stay, but we could follow one of your warriors back to, uh, wherever you'd prefer to meet with us?" Alaric clearly doesn't look quite comfortable or sure about how to deal with the bee-creatures' Queen.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen Sablewood

Valen is as torn as Alaric, but of a sudden makes a decision. He thinks: If the orcs return in great numbers, or that evil spirit can summon foes... He bows formally to Avienda. "No thanks are necessary, your majesty, as orcs are foes common to your people and ours." He glances at Alaric, hoping the mage will agree. "As you can see, two of our friends are sorely wounded. If we can bear them, perhaps your home is a better place for them to recover."

 

[Voda Vosa]

The prescence of the bee people unsettle the dwarf. "Ah... Aye... We could get them safe in tha... ahm... hive of yers. Oh oh, where are my manners... " the dwarf apologies with the politeness of an elephant. He take out his helmet, holding it under his arm, places his hammer with the head in the ground, and his left hand over the bottom of it's grip. "Muzdum son of Mirmin, from the Black Hammer clan, Ah'm honored to meet ye, yer majesty."

 

[Yttermayn]

Alaric, Aleera, Aohdan, Johen, Muzdum, Norali and Valen

Norali, still apparently distracted by her vision, shakes her head to clear it and touches the centaur again with the magic of her faith.

Cure Light Wounds on Aohdan (1d8+2=10)

OOC: This is actually the first time Aohdan's been healed. The other heal Narli did was on William.


Aohdan sighs in utter relief. "Thank you, Norali! You are truly a miracle!" he said as he flexed the muscles near the new scar. Aohdan winced and ceased flexing when the still present pain in the wound told him it wasn't healed completely yet. Aohdan looked up when Alaric spoke to the new arrivals, listening carefully. "Internal spiritual struggle you say?" He said aloud to Alaric. "Maybe they need some help?" Aohdan kneeled down and reached out, as if to grasp the dagger...

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Alaric, Aleera, Aohdan, Johen, Muzdum, Norali and Valen

Norali cries out, "No, Aohdan, don't! If you enter the Dagger's spirit realm your soul will be in jeopardy as well."

Meanwhile, the Abeil Queen answers Alaric and Valen whlie smiling bemusedly at Muzdum, "We know not what afflicts your hive-mates, but we will ensure their safety in our hive. They are not safe here in the open. More than Orcs wander these mountains."

One Abeil Warrior approaches each of the companions, apparently intending to carry them to the hive.

Aleera backs away apprehensively. Johen seems more trusting of the creatures, evidently considering them to be beings of nature.