Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface... Subject: it's the end of the world as we know it...
How had it all gone so wrong?
The companions had come to this place of horror to end the threat of the death cult. Two of the party were literally channels of the power of righteous gods. Two of them were skilled, powerful warriors. The enemy had taken their friend captive, but fate had intervened, given them a chance to free her from the clutches of evil. Surely, righteousness would prevail, especially in the face of discord between factions of the evil.
Yet here they stood, bloodied and battered, struggling desperately just to survive. And their friend, their very family, casually wiped the blood of her betrayal off of her blade as she helped the leader of all the evil to safety.
Ever true to his vows to life and to his own nature, Cedric passed on the chance to deal a killing blow to Davena, instead rushing to Ch'dau's side. The mighty kazari lay in a huge pool of his own lifeblood, his eyes open and fixed, his form utterly motionless. Despair squeezed the priest's heart with an icy grip as Cedric knelt in his friend's blood, praying desperately to Solanis for the boon of healing from the god of light and life. The utter stillness of the furry form indicated that Cedric was too late, even as the young man placed his hands on the warrior's side, praying desperately as he had never prayed before. Cedric knew that he could channel the power of his god to knit back torn flesh, to mend broken bones... but if life itself had fled, there was nothing he could do.
Then, he saw it - two shallow, rapid breaths. Fish breathing, he had once heard it called. The final, shallow gasps made by the dying, once the soul had come to peace with the end of life, but the body had not yet realized that fact.
Cedric didn't know if the healing would matter, but he had to try.
The wound beneath the young priest's fingers responded to the god's influence and closed, the bleeding stopped. For several long moments, Ch'dau lay perfectly still.
And then, the furry chest began a rhythmic rise and fall. Cedric looked to the face, and Ch'dau's eyes were closed. The big warrior was unconscious... but alive.
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The drama on the dais does not interrupt the fighting, which rages on all across the temple. Davena's removal from the fight seems to turn the tides, and Garrack's followers begin to win the day. The death priest has assembled a group of his most loyal followers and is pressing the dais.
"Davena!" he cries as they advance. "Your time has arrived!"
Kithran has helped the blonde priestess to her feet, but the older woman is having difficulty moving quickly. One of Garrack's acolytes rushes in, only to be run through by the rogue.
The cultist wizard shakes free of his hold, chants, and a curved wall of dark energy springs forth between them and the rest of the temple.
"Mistress," he implores, "this will hold them for a few moments, but I have little more I can do to prevent their advance. We must flee!"
The priestess nods, a thoughtful look on her face. "Above all else, Ledon, I must ensure that the Vessel is safe. She glances at Kithran, then to the crystalline container standing between the two bodies on the ground. She then looks back to the mage.
"The two of us will flee," Davena explains in a tone that brooks no discussion. "You will shatter the soul repository."
A look of terror passes across the mage's features, but a serene mask slips into place as he replies. "It will be my honor, Mistress."
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Gib slays the last of the cultists preventing his path, reaches his companions. Aranwen slowly shakes off the funk. Ch'dau still lies on the ground, with Cedric by his side.
The cultists loyal to Garrack pound upon the wall of energy. At first, it seems pointless to do so, but visible cracks begin to form, and they redouble their efforts.
The spell fails, the energy wall falls away to reveal the black-robed mage, staff in hand. Kithran and Devena are nowhere to be seen, though a door stands open in the wall behind the mage.
The mage swings his staff with all of his might at the crystalline container; as he does, Garrack screams "Noooooo!"
A crack sounds out as the stave strikes the skull on the repository. A bolt of purplish energy flashes along the staff, into the wizard; in moments, his flesh literally melts from his body, with him somehow scraeming long after the physical ability to do so should have been ended.
The ground begins to shake, the altar splits in half as if struck by an unseen axe. Huge pieces of the ceiling, of solid rock, begin to fall as keening, howling wails erupt from the broken repository... followed by dark shades of human forms that streak in all directions. Everywhere they go, bodies fall to the ground.
In the chaos of death and destruction, the world comes to an end.
Posted on 2019-12-10 at 11:24:31.
Edited on 2019-12-10 at 11:44:26 by t_catt11
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