Shackled City - Chapter II

[Majin]

OoC: Hip should hopefully be in a position to start posting his actions on Sunday/Monday, so until then I will take over his character.

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Zeric bared down on the dwarf-fiend, knowing one of them would not survive this next exchange. All his might projected into the overhand swing, he brought it down, directly on the faceplate of the slaver. Kazmojen stumbled back, almost tripping into Raven before dropping to the floor at her feet. He didn't get up.

OoC: Ding, level up guys. Congrats.

 

[Manzanita]

RAven

Raven spins and remains on guard, wary of the location of the other slave merchant. Her breathing levels off, and she relaxes a bit. As usual, the combat got her pretty worked up.

 

[Verbatim]

As the slaver Kazmojen fell at his feet, Zeric's vision swam before his eyes once more as his morningstar slipped of its own accord from his fingers and bounced once on the ground.

~You have given us victory Cuthbert...the bargain has been struck...my life for his...give the others the strength to set the children free...~

As the ground suddenly rushed towards him, Zeric's vision began to tunnel and as his blood continued to rush rapidly from his wound, he looked once at Althron before darkness consumed him.

~Does he know now that I am no longer one with the darkness that consumed this one?~

 

[kirinke]

Alinis blinks, the blood-rage slowly fading away. She turns to see Zeric topple, a stain spreading from his chest area. "Damnit! Althron, he's hurt!" she snarled, rushing over to the severely injured hexblade, whipping out her own healing kit, trying to staunch the wound.

[sblock]Heal +7[/sblock]

 

[Mimic]

Althron strides over to where Zeric is lying, his wounds looked bad, worse then the damage from the elemental, at least he assumed it as an elemental. Reaching into his pack he brings out a scroll taking a moment to make sure its the one he wanted before turning his attention back to Alinis.

"Mind the others lass, I don't think a healing kit will be enough for this wound." As she does he will open the scroll and start to read from it, laying a now blue glowing hand on the Hexblades forehead.

[sblock] scroll of cure light wounds [/sblock]

"It's not your time yet Zeric, there is still more work to be done." He mutters to himself.

 

[kirinke]

Alinis nods and goes to help Elyas, who looks like he could use the aid.

"Hay, how many fingers am I holding up?" she says, half joking, half serious as she examines the injury.

 

[Verbatim]

The first thing Zeric could feel was the floor slowly leeching the heat from his body, immediately followed by the stickiness of his blood against his chest. Opening an eye slowly, Zeric saw Althron crouched over him and before his defenses could prompt him to keep silent, he spoke.

"You look taller from down here."

Pushing himself up to his knees, Zeric looked over to Raven and saw that while her hands were steady on the haft of the greataxe, her eyes shifted constantly, like a cat whose prey has just been slain.

"Is the bastard dead?"

 

[kirinke]

"I'd say so," Alinis calls back, feigning cheerfullness, trying to keep Elyas focused and awake while she finishes patching up the wound. "Let's burn the body and sow the ashes with salt and holy water to make sure." she said, half jokingly, half serious.

She turned back to the half-elf. "Stay with me. Or I really will thump your head against the wall." she admonished when he tried to nod off again.

 

[Dhes]

Blinking and trying to focus on the pointy thing waving in and out of his vision. After a bit he can make out the form of Alinis franticly waving her hand inform of his face.
“I thank you for you concern” he sass, smiling weakly up at Alinis. “But I think the bleeding has stopped, I’ll be ok with some rest and some strong coffee.”

 

[hippocrachus]

Orpheus pulls out his lyre and begins to piece a new tune together, completely ignoring the going-ons around him, enraptured by his music.