[Sealed Lands] The City of Taleas

[ferretguy]

Feeling the blood dripping down his chest from the blow from Vargos, he seeks to return the favor...

OOC: continue the attack on Vargos...hope to live another day....

 

[Kalanyr]

Aerick spins his flail and it crashes into Vargos's head leaving the outcast barbarian dazed (16 + 9 = 25 hit, 6 damage). But Vargos gathers himself and lunges forward swinging his sword in an arcing blow that slashes across Aerick's chest. (16 rolled to hit, 16 damage) and then collapses to the floor his eyes rolling back into his head as he passes out.

Argus continues bleeding. (10 rolled to stabilise, 91+ needed)

The other lout stays back looking cautious and quaffs another one of the bottles from his waste as his bleeding ceases further.


Lout (Vargos) : 20 [BSS] (29 Damage) (Exhausted) (Dying) -
Argus: 9 - (-3/14 hps) (Dying) -
Lout (?): 6 (BSE) (14 Damage) (3BH u) (W+Y Healed) -
Aerick: 4 (-1/45 hps) (Raging 5/51) - (You're Up!)
Lout (Haragos): 3 (28 damage) (Stabilised) (Exhausted) ( Y Healed) -

 

[ferretguy]

Smiling at the lout Aerick growls....Best you think twice before continueing this dog or you willjoin them on the floor...

OOC: try to intimidate....of course if that don't work then take him down....although if I'm raging do I need to make a will roll to not attack him? If I do then if I fail of course I'll charge to attack...

 

[Inez Hull]

"Indeed? How unexpected coming from an initiate. I thought the god of death was very much concerned with the myriad ways of dying. Not the least of those the all too common death by violence. 'Petty mortal squabbles' are the lifeblood of your god, he lives by murder and genocide, doesn't he?"

Haragaos sneers knowingly as he replies to Derkiran, "Such think all those tied up in the obsessions of their own puny flesh. Those who are granted some measure of knowledge into the will of the final keeper cease to fear death. However, I would not expect you to understand that, so wrapped up are you in plans that will become you nothing if Aeter wills otherwise. I will include you in my prayers tonight." The last is said in a manner that could be either pity or threat.

 

[Serpenteye]

Derkiran chuckles darkly, but his eyes throw daggers at the priest. The manners of the commoner annoy him, but it his own instinctual fear that is the reason for his fury.

"By all means, pray as you wish if that soothes your superstitious little mind. In the end it is our deeds and words that make a difference in this world. Prayer is for the weak, those who lack direction and power in themselves must seek it by crawling before alien forces. Your faith demeans you, cleric, you would do well to abandon it."

 

[Inez Hull]

Haragaos's unfazed gaze travels over Derkiran as if looking at a fascinating but ugly insect for the first time. "Faith is for those who can admit that they are not the most powerful or important being in the universe. You see, I am happy to demean myself before my lord, to do otherwise would be to embrace ignorance. You would do well to abandon your pride."

 

[Serpenteye]

"Power," he sneers. "Do you really believe that power in itself makes a being worthy of worship? That power somehow makes the Gods morally superior to us mortals? What has Aeter ever done to earn our faith? Your God is not Death itself, just a representation of mortal hopes and fears. An illusion of our own creation. Death is a fundamental eternal and completely impersonal force, one that even your own vaunted deity will eventually fall prey to. Why would you degrade yourself before what amounts to little more than smoke and mirrors? Are your paltry spells enough payment for the sale of your soul?"

 

[Kalanyr]

(19 rolled on Intimidate, +2 Circumstance Bonus (Raging) + 3 (Intimidate) = 24 , -4 Circumstance to DC (Wounded, 2 Companions down). Very Much A Success)

The lout nods his head slowly drops his weapon and makes his way to Vargos and adminsters another one of the strange bottles to Vargos which seems to stabilise the Vargos.

The lout then looks Aerick up and down,

"You have proven yourself a mighty warrior, which is something we respect by right of battle their lives and equipment are yours."

The lout looks like he's going to flee out the door as soon as he gets an opportunity.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Death is a fundamental eternal and completely impersonal force, one that even your own vaunted deity will eventually fall prey to. Why would you degrade yourself before what amounts to little more than smoke and mirrors? Are your paltry spells enough payment for the sale of your soul?"

"Aeter is concerned with death only so much as it is the doorway by which all will meet him. And yes, Aeter is beholden to death also, how could it not be? He is the final judge, not the executioner. Thus I entrust my soul to my lord Aeter by choice, not for any mere payment. Before the truth of his final judgement all is but smoke and mirrors - as will be all of your pride, will and reasoning."

 

[Serpenteye]

"So it is cowardice that shapes your faith. The fear of final judgement that makes you beg for salvation. That is no way to live, for any man or woman with the slightest bit of respect for themselves."
Derkiran smiles in apparent friendliness. "Not that self-respect or dignity are entirely essential for the continuation of survival, in this life or the next. I'm sure there's some kind of happiness to be found even in the filth under the bootheel of a god, you certainly seem fulfilled."

He rises from his seat, bows to Arianne and flashes her a brilliant white smile. "My lady, are you ready to retire to your room or do you wish to accompany me for a stroll around the city? There is yet plenty of time before we must leave, and I would prefer to make the most of it. I'm sure that our present company" he glances at the priest "could prove quite... interesting... in many ways, but I prefer more stimulating companionship."


ooc: Cha: 18, Diplomacy: 12

No offense, Inez. Our character's little feud could be quite entertaining.