Valley of the Dead: Chapter 2 "Home of the sleepless"
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Myth and Legend
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The yellow light bursts forth and vanquishes the creatures silently and irreversibly, before they have the time to duck back into the ground.
Suddenly, the group finds themselves in a quiet and still yard with only the barn door slowly moving back and forth because of the light breeze that has sprung up. The stench of the large rotted carcass of the slain creature fills the nostrils uninvited, reminding one of decayed meat and rotted eggs combined.
The scenery would not be so gruesome, if the broken body of the pretty female paladin did not lay still in sight, further inside the spacious barn.
The main army is still several hours away from reaching this farm, and no immediate threats can be observed by the party.
[sblock=Knowledge: Relligion]Geryk successfully identifies the two shadowy beings as Greater Shadows. He knows that they are incorporeal undead and that they are commonly considered strong spirits and are encountered exclusively as solitary manifestations.[/sblock]
Suddenly, the group finds themselves in a quiet and still yard with only the barn door slowly moving back and forth because of the light breeze that has sprung up. The stench of the large rotted carcass of the slain creature fills the nostrils uninvited, reminding one of decayed meat and rotted eggs combined.
The scenery would not be so gruesome, if the broken body of the pretty female paladin did not lay still in sight, further inside the spacious barn.
The main army is still several hours away from reaching this farm, and no immediate threats can be observed by the party.
[sblock=Knowledge: Relligion]Geryk successfully identifies the two shadowy beings as Greater Shadows. He knows that they are incorporeal undead and that they are commonly considered strong spirits and are encountered exclusively as solitary manifestations.[/sblock]
Dragonwriter
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Rufus keeps his greatsword raised and ready for a moment, breathing heavily. When it seems no more foes arise to plague him, he sighs and ends up burying his sword's point in the ground and leaning against it. The blond man regards his viciously-wounded and bloodied shoulder with a simple "Ow."
He wipes one hand against his brow and looks around. "Geryk, got any divine blessings for healing wounds? Or restoring several pounds of flesh?"
He wipes one hand against his brow and looks around. "Geryk, got any divine blessings for healing wounds? Or restoring several pounds of flesh?"
Scotley
Hero
"My apologies Rufus, I was distracted by the strange things happening here. My experience with greater shadows such as those just vanquished is that they are usually singular. To find a pair seemingly working in conjunction with these other corporeal undead is a thing I've never heard or read of much less experienced. The oddity of encounter has left me quite flummoxed." He produces a wand and says a brief prayer which soon produces a warm glow that spreads from Rufus' chest to his extremities closing wounds and soothing pain as it flows. He turns his attention to the other combatants.
OOC: Anyone else?
[sblock=Rufus] Lessor Vigor fast healing 1 for 11 rounds. How serious are your injuries? [/sblock]
OOC: Anyone else?
[sblock=Rufus] Lessor Vigor fast healing 1 for 11 rounds. How serious are your injuries? [/sblock]
Dragonwriter
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Rufus stretches and gives a half-smile as his wounded shoulder stops bleeding. "Oh, I understand. Not every day we see... things like that. Though what with heading for the valley, it's likely we'll see more of such."
He purses his lips as the subject of the slain paladin is broached again. "The only ways I know of to be sure she doesn't rise involve dismemberment or burning her body, neither of which is a particularly respectful act, especially considering she was a paladin. Other than that, divine magic of the right sort, or so I've heard. I say we set her body on one of the horses and carry her back to the column. Sounded like she was a favored soldier and we should honor and respect her sacrifice."
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That thing did a pretty good job of turning me into a chew toy. Took 50 damage, reduced to 39 after the first Lesser Vigor finishes up with me.
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He purses his lips as the subject of the slain paladin is broached again. "The only ways I know of to be sure she doesn't rise involve dismemberment or burning her body, neither of which is a particularly respectful act, especially considering she was a paladin. Other than that, divine magic of the right sort, or so I've heard. I say we set her body on one of the horses and carry her back to the column. Sounded like she was a favored soldier and we should honor and respect her sacrifice."
[sblock=OOC]
That thing did a pretty good job of turning me into a chew toy. Took 50 damage, reduced to 39 after the first Lesser Vigor finishes up with me.
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Scotley
Hero
Geryk sees that Rufus' wounds are quite serious. And he performs more healing magic. He also calls upon the power of the wand again. He then uses yet another wand. "These wounds are most stubborn. I hope you are wrong about encountering similar foes."
He turns his attention to the Paladin's body. "We should return her to the column with all haste. I believe we have completed the mission we were assigned and that we should get new orders. He glances at the structure. It would be remiss not to look inside, however."
OOC: Give up Stone Shape for Cure Serious and another Vigor, Lesser for 11. Cure Light Wounds from wand.
He turns his attention to the Paladin's body. "We should return her to the column with all haste. I believe we have completed the mission we were assigned and that we should get new orders. He glances at the structure. It would be remiss not to look inside, however."
OOC: Give up Stone Shape for Cure Serious and another Vigor, Lesser for 11. Cure Light Wounds from wand.
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Myth and Legend
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[sblock]Kindly keep track of your charges in the RG.[/sblock]
Scotley
Hero
[sblock=M&L]Way ahead of you boss. Updated spell list and charges just after I posted.[/sblock]
Zinerath’s charge ground to a halt near Geryk; he almost had a moment to debate if he had even hit her before he noticed a dagger flying towards his face.
Crimson eyes first narrowed until nothing but a glowing slit remained as the tiefling squinted at the blear of motion before his eye burst opened with realization, he batted at the knife while he also recoiled to avoid the projectile. “What!?!” he yelped as he fell backwards and struck the end of the knife’s handle with his scythe’s shaft, it wobbled through the air still keen to strike him in dead center, he knelled and dropped with a panicked flap of wings to avoid the projectile’s path, and he did, he dropped swiftly and it would have simply whizzed past, but then the thing, that was flying by magic in the first place, turned midair, adjusted to strike him square in the face, and then came to an abrupt, stone cold, halt, in front and above his head.
While the knife came to a relatively graceful halt, Zinerath, on the other hand, was spared such a dignity; he was already kneeling awkwardly and leaning back deeply, and had lost any resemblance of balance, much less grace, his wing fluttered about uselessly as he struggled to correct himself but only succeeded in flailing about like a ninny before falling onto his back, while kneeling. The knife then dropped and landed between his left horns, getting stuck in the ground between them as if to pin him in place. The elf then called out.
Zinerath , after coming to a complete and humiliating halt, rolled onto his feet, he got up in time to see Geryk apologizing to the elf, on his beneath, for moving her towards safety… after she accosted him with a flying knife for his trouble.
This annoyed him, greatly.
He grumbled and murmured beneath his breath and trotted by towards the remains of the undead hulk; ichor dripped off his cloths and he soon stood over the remains of the fallen goliath; he smiled, he just found his stress relief Zinerath propelled one boot, harshly, onto the remaining half of the thing’s head, hooked his scythe around it’s neck and his smile stretched into devilish grin.
He pulled and listened and felt as the scythe cut and ripped and pulverized its way through the flesh, bone and marrow.
He breathed out vigorously as the black mist streamed through his teeth.
while he would have had to admit it would have been more satisfying if it was still moving, he was not going to let that spoil his fun for the next moment.
He hoped around its resently freed half a head, stood on its chest and right shoulder, and then drove the head back into the barn as if an oversized, misshapen, golf ball. Before he started to, yet again, sing to himself.
He then hooked the scythe under the remains yet again before cleaving its entire arm off as he had the head a moment before.
He then set himself towards the things one good leg and drove the shaft into its knee and caused it to produce a glorious crunch, sundering the leg.
He then, with great glee, took to the task of shredding the remains exuberantly.
Crimson eyes first narrowed until nothing but a glowing slit remained as the tiefling squinted at the blear of motion before his eye burst opened with realization, he batted at the knife while he also recoiled to avoid the projectile. “What!?!” he yelped as he fell backwards and struck the end of the knife’s handle with his scythe’s shaft, it wobbled through the air still keen to strike him in dead center, he knelled and dropped with a panicked flap of wings to avoid the projectile’s path, and he did, he dropped swiftly and it would have simply whizzed past, but then the thing, that was flying by magic in the first place, turned midair, adjusted to strike him square in the face, and then came to an abrupt, stone cold, halt, in front and above his head.
While the knife came to a relatively graceful halt, Zinerath, on the other hand, was spared such a dignity; he was already kneeling awkwardly and leaning back deeply, and had lost any resemblance of balance, much less grace, his wing fluttered about uselessly as he struggled to correct himself but only succeeded in flailing about like a ninny before falling onto his back, while kneeling. The knife then dropped and landed between his left horns, getting stuck in the ground between them as if to pin him in place. The elf then called out.
Zinerath , after coming to a complete and humiliating halt, rolled onto his feet, he got up in time to see Geryk apologizing to the elf, on his beneath, for moving her towards safety… after she accosted him with a flying knife for his trouble.
This annoyed him, greatly.
He grumbled and murmured beneath his breath and trotted by towards the remains of the undead hulk; ichor dripped off his cloths and he soon stood over the remains of the fallen goliath; he smiled, he just found his stress relief Zinerath propelled one boot, harshly, onto the remaining half of the thing’s head, hooked his scythe around it’s neck and his smile stretched into devilish grin.
He pulled and listened and felt as the scythe cut and ripped and pulverized its way through the flesh, bone and marrow.
He breathed out vigorously as the black mist streamed through his teeth.
while he would have had to admit it would have been more satisfying if it was still moving, he was not going to let that spoil his fun for the next moment.
He hoped around its resently freed half a head, stood on its chest and right shoulder, and then drove the head back into the barn as if an oversized, misshapen, golf ball. Before he started to, yet again, sing to himself.
He then hooked the scythe under the remains yet again before cleaving its entire arm off as he had the head a moment before.
He then set himself towards the things one good leg and drove the shaft into its knee and caused it to produce a glorious crunch, sundering the leg.
He then, with great glee, took to the task of shredding the remains exuberantly.
