The Four Lands - Divine Avengers

[Rhun]

Bestor begins to strip off his own armor, so that he can put on the new suit. He wasn't sure of its abilities, but if he was going to be battling something foul and evil, the warrior figured he should be as well-equipped as possible.

At Carvyn's introduction, he nods. "I am Bestor Drake, of Whitehold."

 

[Nightbreeze]

"Harstard Dagarson, and speak while moving. Pretty obvious, what I do."

 

[Dracomeander]

"Harstard, please wait. Some have to take time to change into the armor the spirit has gifted us. We should not go in piecemeal."

Turning to the group as a whole, Gregory continues.

"I am Gregory Brightlaw, a healer Priest and scholar.

"Lord Arthur, Bestor did have a good question. What should we expect to face when we go to cleanse the heart of this place? What is it that has taken residence to corrupt it?"

 

[J. Alexander]

The Cathederal

"It has been and always will be a test of faith...the side that belives the most wins..." The figure begins to softly flicker and he says "My time at this place an moment is almost at an end...hurry and follow the light to the evil.........more will await you there"

 

[Neurotic]

Redford Thornrose

I'm Redford Thornrose. I have some arcane abilities, but I'm mostly melee combatant.

Motioning to his guissarme
As you can see I'd prefer not to close too much with enemies.

 

[Lou]

Carvyn Wray - Battle Sorcerer - AC 16 HP40/40

Moving towards the door while loosening his clerical robes and adjusting his chain shirt and his 'old' long sword to a backup position, Carvyn says, "Harstard, as soon as Gregory's armor is secure, move us out. I will walk in front with you." Carvyn turns to the others, "I will yield the front to anyone who wants to be there. Redford? Move on up as you will. The evil will not wait. The remaining introductions will have to be made as we go."

Carvyn stops and turn to the acolyte, "Do you need a weapon?"

OOC: Please continue the introductions as we move, so we can use names instead of "hey you".

JA: Do we have our ranged weapons with us or just our personal melee weapons?

 

[J. Alexander]

OCC: No you were dressed for a formal cermony you would not have your ranged weapons with you unless you had carried them for some weird reason.

 

[Fenris]

Nodding back towards Carvyn "I too serve the Light through the power of Saint Pelor, though I lack Brother Carvyn's power. I am a simple priest, Brother Thurien Hurvaal." says the young man, who for a priest seems to have the body and build of a warrior.

 

[J. Alexander]

The Cathederal

As the party begins to discuss their next movement the silvery figures disapperas in a brilliant explosion of light that rocks your senses.....

As you wake up you find that you are all sleeping in your bed the gift by your side. A quick check reveals to you that it is the day after the scheduled ceremony.A note asking you to meet at the "Drunken Lord" is upon the nightstand next to you.


OCC:Okay guys I am back now 100 percent and have a firm direction so the pace is going to pick up..........so here is a chance to bail if you wish otherwise going to start enforcing the posting rules...of which I myself have been a chief culprit of overlooking............and FYI for those who have not been in one of my games...I draw inspiration heavily from my players so the best way to keep the DM motivated is to have character interaction and characters planning side things for themeself...again something I have not been able to foster in this game to due the bad luck of the last few months......so get ready...we are fixing to start a wild ride.

 

[Fenris]

Thurien awakes and for a moment believes it to have all been a dream, then he fins the mace beside him and the realization dawns on him. he begins to weep, for than mean that it wasn't a dream and the horrors of the cathedral were real, the tragedy wasn't merely his own nightmare, but a nightmare the whole land must live under for years.

Still, he now had a sense of purpose, the saint had given him a gift, one greater than Marstan, he had given Thurien a purpose, a focus for the gift he had. That sense of duty and purpose, reinvigorated the young man. Thurien shot up out of bed for his morning devotions, even more joyous than usual to see the sunrise.

As he finishes, he quickly dresses, arms himself physically, mentally and spirtually and heads to the Drunken Lord, excited to have been chosen to help restore Light to the land.