pneumatik's WotBS 2 - The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar
pneumatik
The 8th Evil Sage
[sblock=Shaylir]While the party debates whether or not to do anything else with the defeated monster, and if yes then what, you can't help but to daydream. In your mind's eye you see you and your travelling companions standing near the bones of some great and powerful creature. Also present is Indomitability, or at least something that was once the Indomitability you met today but now has a different name and form. With Indomitability is another creature that you recognize as being named Deception that has a cloudy many-tentacled form. You somehow recognize Deception as having been one of the seela you saw hanging around when you first entered their village and met with Papuvin. You look again at the bones you're all in the presence of and recognize that they're they belong to Indomitability's and Deception's grandmother.
Then you come to and finally notice your surroundings again. You were probably distracted for a couple of minutes while you had this vision.[/sblock]
Then you come to and finally notice your surroundings again. You were probably distracted for a couple of minutes while you had this vision.[/sblock]
Arkhandus
First Post
Liiros slips the wooden sword into his belt alongside the other blades sheathed there, and draws the silvered short sword obtained earlier, driving it down into the fallen fiend's heart. Withdrawing the short sword, he tosses it on the ground and retrieves the heavy greatsword, using it to try decapitating the fiend just in case.
Once all that's done, he cleans off both swords and sheathes them once more, heading over to his gear left on the beach so he can begin drying off and re-equipping himself in case of any other dangers presenting themselves.
All the while, the elf can be heard grumbling quietly in a mix of Common, Elven, Gnomish, and Sylvan.
[sblock=ooc]Wow.......that was surprisingly anticlimactic. And Liiros is incompetent as usual. -_-
Two coup de grace attempts just in case, since Liiros isn't certain if the silvered blade is enough, given its size and the fact that he isn't sure what materials are best against which kinds of fiend.[/sblock]
Once all that's done, he cleans off both swords and sheathes them once more, heading over to his gear left on the beach so he can begin drying off and re-equipping himself in case of any other dangers presenting themselves.
All the while, the elf can be heard grumbling quietly in a mix of Common, Elven, Gnomish, and Sylvan.
[sblock=ooc]Wow.......that was surprisingly anticlimactic. And Liiros is incompetent as usual. -_-
Two coup de grace attempts just in case, since Liiros isn't certain if the silvered blade is enough, given its size and the fact that he isn't sure what materials are best against which kinds of fiend.[/sblock]
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Shaylir doesn't seem to notice Liiros's actions or grumbling. Her face takes on the look of someone looking far away and not seeing what is going on around her.
When she finally comes out of it she shakes her curls and puts on her dimpled smile. "You know what? I think I will travel with all of you to where ever you are going. You sure do make life exciting."
Shaylir's daydreaming is lost for the moment just like those that one gets at night. Perhaps later she will remember them or understand what they mean, but for now she is happy that all is well and everyone is save.
When she finally comes out of it she shakes her curls and puts on her dimpled smile. "You know what? I think I will travel with all of you to where ever you are going. You sure do make life exciting."
Shaylir's daydreaming is lost for the moment just like those that one gets at night. Perhaps later she will remember them or understand what they mean, but for now she is happy that all is well and everyone is save.
Arkhandus
First Post
Liiros sighs and removes anything that looks valuable from the fiend's corpse once he's sure it's good and dead. He hates how this place has soured his attitude, even moreso than the cold and banditry did earlier. But it would do no good to dwell on that and let it twist him into becoming as dour as a dwarf.
No, this must surely be a trial by Corellon, testing Liiros' faith and perseverence, his grip on what it means to be elven. Corellon's people ought not be burdened by hatred, sorrow, or pessimism. He must strive to throw off the shackles of discomfort and failure before he can find the freedom of the road and claim victory in future challenges. He must prove himself worthy of great deeds before he can achieve them.
At least he played some small part in ending Innenotdar's curse, though what will become of the forest and its seela in the wake of Indomitability's release is as yet unknown. Perhaps peace will return, but what little he learned of the forest's history recently casts doubt on that hope. Liiros sighs again and silently reassures himself that whatever the outcome, it must be better than the living hell endured by the forest and its inhabitants before today.
Uttering a quiet prayer to the Creator and Protector of All Elves, Liiros turns away from the slain fiend and approaches Shaylir, adopting his old smile and kneeling, so he can place a hand on the halfling's shoulder and address her as close to eye-level as possible without sitting down. "Of course you can travel with us, little friend. You have been a valuable ally and perhaps there are others you can help along the way. The fish-creatures you called forth were also much-welcome aid underwater. However, we have an important mission and we may run into even greater dangers now, so you must be certain in your convictions if you wish to follow us."
After perhaps a minute, he finally addresses the others and says "Lytha, Arshen, good work. And thanks for the support, Torrent, it was daunting enough facing aquatic ogres with naught but my dagger, but it helped to have Osprem's blessings in the water and on the beach. Believe it or not, but I do not normally charge fiends and ogres in my undergarments."
He smirks, and goes back to his pile of gear on the beach, gathering his possessions and heading over to the nearest tree, hut, or other obstruction no longer on fire so he can change out of wet clothes and into what little dry clothing he has on hand, followed by donning his armor, weapons, and backpack, before finally returning to the group. He avoids saying anything to Hollister for now, avoiding the thought of how the mage refused to engage Indomitability or the fiend in battle. Perhaps the wizard was just incapable of harming such creatures, but he should have at least tried, in Liiros' opinion.
"We should check on the unicorn and the dryad, once we are ready to depart the seela's village."
No, this must surely be a trial by Corellon, testing Liiros' faith and perseverence, his grip on what it means to be elven. Corellon's people ought not be burdened by hatred, sorrow, or pessimism. He must strive to throw off the shackles of discomfort and failure before he can find the freedom of the road and claim victory in future challenges. He must prove himself worthy of great deeds before he can achieve them.
At least he played some small part in ending Innenotdar's curse, though what will become of the forest and its seela in the wake of Indomitability's release is as yet unknown. Perhaps peace will return, but what little he learned of the forest's history recently casts doubt on that hope. Liiros sighs again and silently reassures himself that whatever the outcome, it must be better than the living hell endured by the forest and its inhabitants before today.
Uttering a quiet prayer to the Creator and Protector of All Elves, Liiros turns away from the slain fiend and approaches Shaylir, adopting his old smile and kneeling, so he can place a hand on the halfling's shoulder and address her as close to eye-level as possible without sitting down. "Of course you can travel with us, little friend. You have been a valuable ally and perhaps there are others you can help along the way. The fish-creatures you called forth were also much-welcome aid underwater. However, we have an important mission and we may run into even greater dangers now, so you must be certain in your convictions if you wish to follow us."
After perhaps a minute, he finally addresses the others and says "Lytha, Arshen, good work. And thanks for the support, Torrent, it was daunting enough facing aquatic ogres with naught but my dagger, but it helped to have Osprem's blessings in the water and on the beach. Believe it or not, but I do not normally charge fiends and ogres in my undergarments."
He smirks, and goes back to his pile of gear on the beach, gathering his possessions and heading over to the nearest tree, hut, or other obstruction no longer on fire so he can change out of wet clothes and into what little dry clothing he has on hand, followed by donning his armor, weapons, and backpack, before finally returning to the group. He avoids saying anything to Hollister for now, avoiding the thought of how the mage refused to engage Indomitability or the fiend in battle. Perhaps the wizard was just incapable of harming such creatures, but he should have at least tried, in Liiros' opinion.
"We should check on the unicorn and the dryad, once we are ready to depart the seela's village."
Rhun
First Post
OOC: I would just like to point out that while Hollister did refuse to engage Indomitability in battle (and thus ensured a peaceful resolution), Hollister DID engage "the fiend" in battle...he cast both grease and glitterdust on it.
Arkhandus
First Post
OOC: Yes, which Liiros sees as Hollister avoiding conflict with the fiend, using harmless tricks. I was only presenting Liiros' attitude IC. Remember that Liiros is a religious zealot; fiends are to be destroyed without hesitation or equivocation, and that means hacking, stabbing, smashing, or blasting, in his mind. Anything I don't put into OOC blocks is purely in-character RP.
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