Shades of Netheril (2)

[Felvon Tavor]

"All right! Enough of your senseless prattle!" The mage seems a tad exasperated. He begins to say something else, but is cut short when a Katar is thrust in between his ribs (15+3=18), that ends with a gurgling of blood (2+2+6=10). While staggering back, the mage slits Tores' throat, Tores then proceeds to crumble to his knees, making a sick gasping/gurgling sound (6). With a sudden flurry of motion, what appeared to be a small dune, masked by the poor lighting, jumps into the fray, and with one swift stroke, the mage's back is cut open, severing the spinal chord.

 

[Capellan]

I charge toward the mage, wanting to ensure that he's dead. I leave Tores to Arcanra - I'm confident the priest will react promptly, as always.

 

[djrdjmsqrd]

This is going to be an easy kill... Gavin slowly stalks torwards the Mage with his Katar drawn, it's blade dulled by soot placed on the metal.

Quickly in fluide motion he sinks the blade into the rib area of the Mage, grinning as he does his work.

At a different time, I might have been working to protect this man, however, that is not the case...

Pulling the blade from the body it now dripping with the dark-crimson color of the life it took, Gavin searches around the scene...

OOC: Loot search time? w00t...sorry had to do that once. I hope that I am adding to this PBP and not taking away from it, as it is my first...and thank you all! I am having a great deal of fun!

 

[Jemal]

IC: Alexanders bow is up in a flash, but before he can let fly, he sees the mage down and people rushing towards the scene. taking a moment to survey the scene, he looks around as far as he can see, looking for any more beings, then if he sees none puts away his weapons and leads his horse to the group.

OOC: Standard action to SPOT anything, then lead horsey over at normal walking speed (Slow for horse, normal for me).

 

[National Acrobat]

Arcanra rushes forward, dropping to the ground by Tores' side. Invoking Sehanine, "oh Queen of Dreams, do not let this foolish elf come to sit by your side quite yet!" Arcanra hits Tores with a Cure Moderate Wounds (2d8+3) Spell.

 

[Felvon Tavor]

Arcanra is quick enough in getting to Tores's side. Tores is now back up to full health, but he has an ugly reddish black line across his throat that no cure spells seem to be able to fix. The mage is now.... even deader thanks to your relentless thief . The cursory spot reveals 4 wagons in a rough circle around a large fire. Chained and huddling around the wagon are about 6 whimpering individuals dressed only in torn rather foul smelling rags.

 

[Capellan]

"Arcanra, I would like to make sure the slaves are well. Would you assist me? They may need healing. And it would be good if someone could find the key for us to free them."

 

[Uriel]

Jasper looks to Tores, to make sure that he is OK.
Stalking over to the slaves, the Dwarf decides that the keys most likely rest on one of the dead Zhents, and so he begins the task of looking over the bodies, trying to find them.

 

[Jemal]

"Arcanra, could you do something about my steed? He seems to be in a bit of a bad spot." Alexander leads his horse carefully over to the group.

 

[djrdjmsqrd]

Gavin walks slowly torwards Tores...

"I am sorry I was not quick enough to spare you...your...mark." Speaking quietly.

Taking his katar in his right hand he draws the blade across his own left palm, drawing a deep, yet superficial (sp?) wound.

"By blood for your blood..." He mumbles, turning quickly he places sand into the wound then binds it with a rags from his cloak.

Gavin than walks torwards the weapons around the fire.

I need to become quicker, espically if those around me find out...what...who I am...