Warriors of Dawn, Knights of Twilight IC Thread, Prologue - Chapter I

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Prologue:

"For every story, there is a beginning"

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Destined to walk both in light and darkness to accomplish their goal, a group of fated individuals, chosen to be saviors of the world wander off to the unknown...searching for truth, for virtue, and for means which will banish the harbingers of entropy from this land. Both gods and mortals will be humbled, and a new era of peace will be ensured if they succeed, an age of destruction should they fail…


"The rest is scratched out." The one reading the stone door says.

The group has traveled to an ancient, deserted temple far from civilization in search of an artifact which had been rumored to be located in that region. They were not the only ones though, and they knew forces dispatched from the Empire has also come in search of it, though the group remains unsure if that force is behind them, or if they had already went into the temple.

As if in reply, the door opens, where the sounds of battle echoes from within…

 

[Darkwolf]

"A fight? Lets go!"

The centaur gets his huge scythe ready and prepares to charge in to participate in the fight.

 

[Deedlit]

"Well, what would a fight be without some background music?" Quivalen asks, and then begins to play his lyre, while singing an accompying tune.
(With apologies to Aramvirumquecanonevermindquiprimusabpedibusfatoprofugif)
From the west came danger, as few knew it would
In the flames of summer, a demon's dance
Unraveled the world, until out of the forest
Out of the planes they came, from the mountainous earth
The evil unready to see them
8 there were, under the unseen moon
During the artifact fight
As the world declined, they arose
Into the heart of the story.


OOC:This is an inspire courage. If it matters, at this point, I have +21 perform. Save DC 17 for my sanctuary.

 

[Dalamar]

"A fight, eh? Let's hope there aren't any pyromaniacs there..."
Saying that, Ganradh concentrates for a moment and turns into a troll.

Combat stats in troll form: Initiative +6, AC 23 (-1 size, +2 Dex, +5 armor, +7 natural), 2 claws +9 melee (d6+7) and bite +4 melee (d6+4), rend 2d6+10, regen 5, scent, reach 10ft

 

[Jarval]

"Ah, my friends, where would we be without your bloodlust?" Angelo mutters to himself.

The young sorcerer speaks an arcane phrase and gestures. In front of him, the air shimmers with energy as a shield forms.

 

[Dalamar]

"I wouldn't call it bloodlust... It's just an interesting hobby."
The man-turned-troll's face twists to what would propably be a troll's grin, but more than anything else looks frightening.

 

[Darkwolf]

"An interesting hobby it is. Do we need to set up a formation?"

 

[Jarval]

"Just so long as I'm out the line of fire, I'm happy."

 

[Lichtenhart]

Xanadil, that was reading the prophecy on the door, hearing the noises of battle turns invisible.

"Wait! I'll scout ahead."

Then he flies off towards the noises.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Xanadil creeps inside cautiously through the open door, scouting for anything inside...but he doesn't see much. The pixie finds himself in what seems to be the entrance hall facing two doors not unlike the ones he entered, with carvings on the stone walls depict wars of what seem to be the forces of good and evil clashing (an action to examine and then religion check necessary to read).

The sounds of battle seem to be coming from further down the hallway, past the doors.

(Spot check results with-held til later)*

Extra Key For Map Attached:
Yellow Block=Golden Door, currently closed
Blue Block=Silver Door, currently open

*Note-Tell me if you want to reroll any checks or similar using a Fate Point.