The Four Lands - The Great North

[J. Alexander]

Sailing North

For Jaroth
[sblock]Jaroth climbs upward and reaches the main deck. Going to the port railing he kneels and begins his incanation. Then with a deft cut, he add's his own blood to increase his spell.
Roll a spellcraft check for me please.[/sblock]

For Finnian, Vadric, Annistion and Bertrand
[sblock]The party goes downward, three deck, until they reach the main hold. Entering the main hold the stench of sulpher and death is almost overpowering. A darkness that is only penetrated by the light of Bertrands flail engulfs the cargo hold. The party senses a great evil towards the bow of the ship. occ: anyone wanna see what is in the bow (evil laughter)..and yes dm's are permitted to torment players.[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Vadric grasps his holy symbol, and quickly chants off a couple of prayers. If he was going into battle against the fiends, he would do so with the Light walking beside him. His preparations thus made, the warrior-priest marches forward boldly.



OOC: Casts Magic Circle vrs. Evil and Divine Power.

 

[Rath Lorien]

Anniston moves forward with the light being shed by Bertrand's flail.
"Bertrand, it looks like we will need the light of your flail to see this beast."

 

[Rhun]

"No," says Vadric. "The power of the Light shall guide us!" Vadric speaks the words of another prayer, summoning a powerful light for them to see by.


Cast Daylight

 

[Canaan]

Jaroth

[ooc: Spellcraft Check Result = 30 ]

 

[Dracomeander]

Finnian, Battle's Wit in hand, advances with Anniston raising his voice to inspire his companions.

"David walked into the valley
With a stone clutched in his hand
He was only a boy
But he knew someone must take a stand

There will always be a valley
Always mountains one must scale
There will always be perilous waters
Which someone must sail"

 

[Scotley]

Bertrand

Pausing briefly to reload the holy water in his flail, Bertrand then holds it aloft as they approach the bow.

 

[J. Alexander]

Sailing North

For Jaroth
[sblock]As Jaroth adds his blood to the spell he is crafting the spell explodes in a burst of energy that sucks the life force from Jaorth and adds it to the calling of the winds. In response to his spell, the winds open themself up to jaroth's bidding and control.[/sblock]

For Bertrand, Finnian, Anniston and Vadric
[sblock]Vadric summons for the divine light to show the party it's path. For about the first 25 feet the light illuminates the deck ...as it approaches the bow...it begins to flicker and soon a grey light appears transitioning into a pitch black area of about 15 x15 feet into which the light can not penetrate. Then from the depths of the darkness a scratch voice ushers forth "Come no closer priestling or your soul shall be mine as I rend your flesh and take the for torment before the throne of flames"[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Vadric steps forward boldly, his voice confident. "Return to the endless pits of the Abyss, demon! This is your only warning. Leave now, or you will be destoryed!"

 

[J. Alexander]

Sailing North

DM Comment::::: I so love a confident priestly type....(wicked laughter)