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Topic: Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation
Subject: Sure
A barbarian would be great, I don't particularly care about what classes I end up with, as long as I've got ready and willing players!
Anyway I'll have the QnA up soon and get character creation details out to you ASAP.
There is still room if any more of you want to join, I'm happy for about 2/3 more in the group.
Posted on 2012-01-21 at 11:33:11.
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Topic: Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation
Subject: H'okay
Right I need 1 more player, so far we have a ranger and a rogue, I don't particularly mind having another non-mage but I really do need a 3rd player.
Posted on 2012-01-21 at 07:46:26.
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Topic: Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation
Subject: Great
Ok so we've got a ranger, most probably human, it would be nice to have a character plaing a Myanmade or other race oppresed by the Celian' Dogma.
Looking for 2, preferably 3 or more players, I'm not particularly fussed about deadlines yet, just about eager players.
Posted on 2012-01-19 at 11:44:09.
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Topic: Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation
Subject: Back again
Hi all
After my absence I'm thinking of starting this up again, if anyone's interested please let me know.
Thanks,
CDM.
Posted on 2012-01-18 at 12:00:27.
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Topic: Hello guys
Subject: Hey
Allow me to be the first to applaud a fellow fan of one of the less-seen draconic lingeages.
I'm sure you'll settle in here just fine, finding your feet can be difficult sometimes but we're all happy to have you.
Posted on 2012-01-15 at 21:55:16.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime [Questions and Answers]
Subject: Done
Don't worry you can hide behind my seven-foot assassin if you look too conspicuous.
Anyway history is up.
Posted on 2012-01-12 at 11:51:31.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime
Subject: Broken prayers
"If there's one thing I don't trust out there, it's the truth." Silec murmured as he poured steaming infusion into the bowl resting before the hunched, cross legged Waithur. Outside the hermits' cave a brook trickled softly and the sounds of nature began to quieten for the night.
Taking his drink in cupped hands, Skithyas Vord lent a crooked smile to his scarred, blackened features, jade green eyes slitted against the faint light shining through the grotto's entrance. "You have a way with words, my friend, you could speak nonsense for a day and yet lend unto your listeners an understanding even the Gods would envy."
"Why do you think I live in a cave with reformed killer?" Silec laughed as he drained his tea, flexing his long, tanned, fingers.
"Even enigmatic hermits must feel lonley sometimes," Vord sipped thoughtfully at the brew, the mild toxicity of the herbs within doing something to numb the pain that stalked him constantly above ground. "After all a hermit seeks solitude, not lonliness...and searches for the difference between the two."
"You're getting better, Skithyas, don't pause so often and for so long and we'll make a philsopher out of you yet." Another peal of laughter rang through the cave as the two companions refilled their cups by the day's dwindling light.
Indeed, Vord had improved, the Ungoulid was much changed from the creature, half maddened with pain and grief, Silec had stumbled accross in the woods almost a year ago, covered in blood that, the hermit had later learned, was, for the most part, not Vord's own. Had the Ungoulid not been in his current incumbrent state then Silec was unsure if he would have been able to subdue him. As he had recovered, Vord's story had come out as the Ungoulid's grasp of common had improved and Silec had wondered, at fist, whether it would have been a greater mercy to let Vord die...
Blades flashed through the darkness, Vord stepped through the blind, cursing, Khord, tearing his knives through them as he went. Guebdalla mortar was a slow and painful way to die, and Vord had regretted having to use it to subdue this group of Khord however he had been forced to work with the few materials he had at hand, knives and venom. These passages had to be cleared quickly, more Khord would come, soon and a foot hold had to be established, where the Waithur could then slip through to the main galleries and from there to the mines.
Ore was as good as lifeblood to the Khord, without it their supplies from above would dwindle and the strength they had brought to bear against the Waithur would wane alongside it. Hopefully this suicidal raid would provide the spark to bring the shattered Ungoulid military together, although Vord harboured reservations that his people could, even against a Khord nation half as mighty as the one they faced, prevail. These reservations now left him padding silently through the tunnels, his knives sulied with Khord blood.
As the raiders moved through the web of Khord scouts Vord was to double back and return to the second wave who would proceed to sweep the weakened outer defences. Then he was to travel back to the other clansmen, acting as a courrier and scout. Shaking his head, Vord spat upon his blades and assumed a crouch, more Khord moved up ahead, many many more.
The last surviving manuscript of the Thane of Silverhold's testament burnt slowly over the fire along with the body of the man who had inherited it from a Khord merchant so many years ago. Skithyas Vord sat in the man's armchair, his massive frame resting uncomfortably upon its upholstered expanse as he turned one of his daggers over in his clawed hands.
He had escaped his past, escaped the Khord, no news of what he had done would reach the surface or the remanents of the Waithur...no-one would know of his guilt...
Now that he had achieved this task, a goal that had driven Vord from the shattered remanents of his people to the surface, the Ungoulid felt hollow. Nothing he could do would absolve him of the sins he had committed, yet these did not prevent him from attempting to ease his conscience. Hissing, in impatience, Vord took to his feet and began to pace, for the first time in his life he did not know what to do.
The guard had been ninteen, on his first night shift at the town gates, given a crossbow he did not know how to use, he had, predictably, fired when he had seen the massive figure loom out of the darkness, a bundle swathed in a bloodied cloak resting in its arms.
The quarrel had struck Silec in the upper arm before Vord had registered the motion. In the next few seconds the body had been set down, then joined by another as two sets of talons ploughed through the all-too large leather curiass and into the guard's chest cavity.
It had been fortunate that Cilec's blood had already stained Vord's hands, otherwise the healers of Quevin may have asked a few more questions of Vord upon relieving him of his burden.
"Of course I would come with you...however despite their assurances of my inevitable return to perfect health, I am still rather weak." Silec croaked from his dry throat to his companion who, despite the hearlers' protestations, had not left his side.
"I do not want to leave you here." The attendant physician flinched at the Ungoulid-pronounced words that revebrated through the bedchamber. "You will be well soon and we can return to the forest." Vord met the even gaze directed at him unflinchingly. "The bandits are all dead."
"You killed them?" Silec frowned before shrugging weakly, then coughing violenlty, worried, the hearler hurried over.
"As you can see I am in no fit state to travel."
"And I am possessed of no urge to leave you whilst your condition continunes to be as such." Vord crossed his arms, eyes, as always, slits, in the light.
"For your own sake, Vord." The words cut through him like a knife opening a new wound, once again, he could hear the screams, see the flames, as surley as his longing imagination conjoured up the lilting melody of the brook. His mistake had killed them, a knife accross the wrong throat had seen the doom of his clan, if only he had known.
The old arguments, too and fro slid through Vord's mind before, with a surge of anger he dismissed them and took to his feet.
"I will think about it."
"And I will be waiting for you when you return." Silec smiled as Vord stooped through the doorway and out of sight, finally, perhaps, his friend could find redemption.
Posted on 2012-01-12 at 11:45:09.
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Topic: Castles & Crusades Audalis Adventure
Subject: Indeed
That's the general idea behind Vord anyway, if you want me to flesh the concept out a bit more I'm more than happy to...
As for poisons Vord did use them whilst underground, usually concotions of fungi and the likes, above ground as he was working mainly in underground smugglers networks and the likes he was able to acquaint himself very well with the general repetoire of Corian toxins and is apt at brewing them.
Posted on 2012-01-02 at 13:56:58.
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Topic: Castles & Crusades Audalis Adventure
Subject: Indeed
That's the general idea behind Vord anyway, if you want me to flesh the concept out a bit more I'm more than happy to...
As for poisons Vord did use them whilst underground, usually concotions of fungi and the likes, above ground as he was working mainly in underground smugglers networks and the likes he was able to acquaint himself very well with the general repetoire of Corian toxins and is apt at brewing them.
Posted on 2012-01-02 at 13:56:57.
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Topic: Castles & Crusades Audalis Adventure
Subject: Ooooh Character sheet
Right, here's the sheet...let’s see how things go.
Player Name
Clockwor Demise
Character Name
Skithyas Vord
Race
Ungoulid
Class - Assassin
(Prime Attribute) Dex
(Prime Attribute) Str
Class Alignment
Chaotic Good
(See lore for more info)
Level
1
Hit Points
?
Patron Deity
The Deep
Vord believes that the deep is an entity in itself that resides in the dark caves of the underlands.
Place of Origin
Underlands - Below Klais Chasom
Languages (Spoken)
Ungoulid
Common
Height
7ft
(Ungoulid Racial Trait)
Weight
83kg
Sex
Male
Age
17
Hair Color
Filthy black
Eyes Color
Jade Green
Right Handed or Left Handed
Ambidextrous
Further Description
Skin completley blackened from overlong exposure to the sun, fingers end in sharp points as do toes, sharp pointed teeth, unhingeable jaw.
Class Abilities
Case target, climb, death attack, disguise, hide, listen, move silently, poisons, sneak attack, traps
Race Abilities
60 ft Darkvision
30 ft movement speed
+2 Craft stone, climb, hide, listen, survival lore
Beginning Numbers
Strength (P)
18
Dexterity (P)
18 (16+2)
Constitution
8 (10-2)
Intelligence
16
Wisdom
15
Charisma
1 (5-4)
Armor
None
Helm
None
Shield
None
Weapons
2 curved Ungoulid daggers (daggers)
1 military grade finley calibrated crossbow and 10 quarrels
Equipment
A pair of leather breeches and a belt.
A transluscent gauze wrap (+2 to hide whilst in darkness?)
Lore
Born of the Waithur people, Skithyas Vord found himself at the forefront of the brutal conflict between the Ungoulids and Khord that had been raging for centuries, millenia before his birth. Raised in the totality of war, Vord was comforted by the simple truths it brought, the sense of direction and purpose he could derive from his dire surroundings.
Raised, like the rest of his generation, as warriors, Vord learnt early on that his purpose was to protect. To the Waithur that meant killing anything that wasnt Ungoulid and lived underground. Without morality to hinder him, Vord set about his goal with brutal efficiency. Too tall to be an effective front line fighter in the twisted confines of the caverns the conflict raged through, Vord used his nimbleness and brute strength to force or climb his way through passages that his more diminutive kin and foes could not reach and lay in wait for retreating enemy patrols or squads or lone scouts, slaying those who had escaped the Waithur's wrath.
It was these physical attributes that made Vord such a lethal killer that ultimately led to his downfall. Soon shunned by his people for his individualism and, increasingly, his tendency to pursue targets well beyond the Ungoulid’s borders, Vord sought solace in the only thing left form him, his purpose. He would disappear for days upon end, sometimes weeks before reappearing, usually during a tribal ritual, bearing the grisly trophies of his work. This in turn led to a fateful encounter in a frozen gallery where Vord, having clung for a day and a night from the ceiling, dropped onto his quarry, the Khord Chieftan’s son, slaying him instantly with the impact. Slipping past the guards in the ensuing confusion, Vord was pursued deep into Khord lands, cut off from his people.
To Vord’s horror what should have been the crowning achievement in his career instead backfired horribly as the Khord chieftain, driven into a rage of unreason, sent messengers to his fellow clans, offering the now vacant position of his heir to any fellow lord or king who would pledge the most troops to his aid. As Vord watched from his hidden passages, his people were slaughtered by a remorseless host of Khord who then turned upon each other for the crown.
Three months later, a blackened creature emerged from the Kleis Chasm in Coria, in broken common it found its way to Coria city. Over the course of the next year the city watch found itself investigating a chain of sporadic killings, corrupt merchants and bankers, smugglers and other untouchable enemies of the law.
Recently, such cases have stopped as Vord has moved from the city upon hearing of a darkness spreading from the mountains. Reborn in the light of day, the Ungoulid has a new purpose, to expunge his sins in the only way he knows how, with knife claw and fang.
Posted on 2012-01-01 at 21:27:28.
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Topic: Castles & Crusades Audalis Adventure
Subject: Another game with Celita
Right well now that I can post again I'm still interested.
Will need to look into Audalis lore and the rules for C et C.
So far thinking of running some kind of Ungoulid either shadow mage or assassin (not shadow assassin). I know they're an underground-based race but as Celtia will attest I can do amazing things with backstories...
Anyway I'll work something out for you by the 8th of Jan.
Posted on 2011-12-30 at 14:46:14.
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Topic: Meanwhile in europe
Subject: Meanwhile in europe
Hi all.
Many of you may be wondering where I've been and why I haven't been responding to PMs for the past month and a half. The reason was...well I was in France and am currently visiting my family in England. As of such I haven't been able to get onto a computer until last night let alone post anything...
My apologies to Darren, Celtia, Hammer and anyone else wose plans I have ruined due to this absence, I would have posted an awayness thread earlier but I left the day after my last exam which left me little time to spare as my flight was at midnight.
Whatever the case I get back to Australia on the 6th and will be posting as regularly as usual from then on.
Cheers,
Clockwork Demise.
Posted on 2011-12-30 at 14:09:44.
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Topic: Creative Writers and Role Players Required
Subject: Repiles
I haven't played sieges before but I've taken levels in writer and roleplayer...count me interested.
Posted on 2011-10-31 at 00:28:58.
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Topic: Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation
Subject: Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation
Hi all.
My old game Flux Wars fizzled a while back due to an unforseen period of inactivity. With no more of them coming up (although I understand you can't forsee an unforseen period) I thought I'd revamp it with a new game set a year after the storyline of the old one had finished.
Basically, the Celian Empire has managed to take around half of Coast whilst the free kingdoms are now completley dependant upon the support of the shadowy League Entire for survival. Most of Coast's forces have pulled back to Valsavathar, a kingdom locked in perpetual midwinter, with their plethora of mages making the land inhabitable for such a large force.
However, the war was not without casualties, the elf, Tarka Elmheart, after spending days trapped within the mind of the Sevaraii Assassin, Chambers, was able to return to her physical body, yet she was little more than a walking gyre of ruin, completley consumed by her desire for vengance against the Celians who destroyed her home.
Sickened by the violence around him, Lantaris Narath lead a large portion of Coast's citizenry from his home kingdom of Imeyon before it was overrun, leaving Coast with no farmers to till the soil and provide their army with food. Many of the Kings fell, Kollun, Horuk, Bedrion and Dragon were all slain throughout the course of the war, leaving only the seemingly immortal man Skantea and the elfen archmage Illourien alive from the origional six kings.
However, events move away from ruined Coast as the Celian Empire, rebuffed but by no means defeated, begins to marshall its full military might to bring down upon its foes. The desert-kingdom of Sulthein has also resisted its perliminary assaults against its borders, with the renegade leader Kravos Al'Ral heading a series of destructive counterattacks and espionage efforts against them.
The land of Arkos, home of the Holy Order of the Inquisitors of Arcus, has also suffered the Celian's attentions and are barley holding the key ford over the river Chillwyne, all that stands between the Empire and their monastry-fortress.
With all of this conflict adventurous prospectors and enterprising merchants have taken the opportunity to turn a massive profit, the discovery of any resources the Empire can exploit will see an explorer literally showered in gold, whilst the discovery of passes through the notoriously inhospitable Fellcrags, a mountain range that cuts Celia off from its passage to Arkos, often sees similar rewards.
In all of Celia’s major cities, dozens of such expeditions are being planned, and whether greed or glory drives them they always need an extra blade, for bandits and, of late, worse dangers lurk on the badlands outside the influence of the Empire.
Currently, the capital; Demarkon, is the key staging point for these expeditions, where all manner of mages, mercenaries and slave-porters from the countless ‘lowlander races’ the Empire has prosecuted can be found for hire. And the best way to be noticed by a prospective hirer is to frequent one of the city’s many trader-taverns…in particular the Leaden Cockroach.
Flux Wars: Depths of Damnation will be an adventure set outside any particular rules system. I know in the original game had very confusing character creation, so in this case you can send me any character sheet from any edition of D&D and I’ll convert it into the appropriate Flux Wars format.
So, anyone interested? The lore is fairly heavy but largley unnecessary, only for those of you truly interested in what happened in the 'first game.'
Posted on 2011-10-30 at 12:03:56.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: That depends on your definition of bystander...
"We did our best to reduce casualties to a minimum, although using Magemead is almost certain to guaruntee collateral damage, although it seems to have become reliable enough during my absence that such collateral damage occurs to the targets more often than yourselves."
The Sacrelarch takes a sip of mead, his eyes darting around the room before settling on Khan.
"Although you seem to be rather glad of a particular casualty of said skirmish...what did you have against the Councillor of Magic?"
Posted on 2011-10-24 at 07:35:17.
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Topic: Fallout: New Vegas - Full House RPG
Subject: And from the ashes did arise a phoenix...with a gun
Markas listened, to be honest there wasn't much else he could do. He had expected to be angry, to feel his muscles taughten, his jaw clench into a fist of steel but instead he felt...hope? Then, suddenly, it came to him, half-dream half-nightmare, like the world he had been stranded in.
Then Stephen arrived.
"Steady...from that shooting you did, it looked like you could have taken out all seven of them on Psycho." Markas grinned after the man had spoken.
"However I should thank you, Arcade, I think I understand a little better now..."
Markas glanced at the sniper, unsure of what to say before, after a pause, continuing.
"I think I'd fit in best with those like me...I heard tell of a chapter of the Brotherhood, apparently you and the Courier had some dealings with them. They might not have any Tesla, but I imagine I could work a suit of T51-B."
Posted on 2011-10-24 at 07:31:27.
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Topic: Fallout: New Vegas - Full House RPG
Subject: Salutas
"Arcade." The word felt reassuring as Markas shook the man's hand, trying to keep a relaxed, neutral posture...as relaxed as any soldier could feel with snipers positioned around him. "Rest assured I have no intention of causing any harm to anyone inside this Fort's walls."
Speaking to a fellow Markas' usually acerbic tone became more friendly, comfortable.
"I'm Markas Jaden, private 1st insertion squad, formerly stationed in the Capital Wasteland...our Vertibird crashed on the wrong side of the Colarado before the Battle of the Dam after we were hit by the Brotherhood of Steel back in the capital wasteland..." Markas paused grimacing.
"Now I'm stuck here, no Tesla, no laser rifle and one less Pulse Grenade...I heard of the Remenants and came looking for them but now that I'm here, well..." The soldier trails off again, staring emptily down at the ground. What could he do, one man against, what? He didn't even have anyone to fight save possibly the NCR, anything to stand for save a burnt flag that was as much a target as a symbol of empty defiance and last he heard Nevarro was gone...a terrible void threatened to engulf Markas that instant and it took all of his control, all of his discipline to pull back and face Arcade, force the words from between his lips.
"What do I do?"
Posted on 2011-10-20 at 08:23:55.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: Is this a hammer I see before me...no, just another Star Trek reference
"Good, we can't waste any more time." Karrain mutters, striding after the others. Tithuania...Anchor, had changed so much since his imprisonment, and not for the better. The old Kings wouldn't have let this happen, a brief, concerntrated search by their mage-spies then send in the Royal Guard, the system had been so efficient that Tithuania hadn't had any gallows built whilst Karrain had been there...yet all things must eventually come and go...except perhaps for me...and even then it's not as if I didn't pay the price for my 'termity'.
Posted on 2011-10-15 at 23:03:15.
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Topic: Fallout: New Vegas - Full House RPG
Subject: Reverse sneak attack
Markas hadn't surived for so long that he didn't see an oppertunity when it presented itself to him.
"Here, let me help you with that." He took part of the wounded other freesider's weight from Olsen. Trust might be too much of an exageration, but at least he had 'proved himself' to the Followers...as much as throwing a grenade into a group of men could prove anything to a group of neo-pacifists.
Posted on 2011-10-15 at 22:57:34.
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Topic: Apologies
Subject: Apologies
Greetings, fellow Inners.
I thought that I had better post here to apologise for my infrequent activity over the past few weeks...apart from being mentally unstable (in usually a good way as Celita will second) I've been quite busy and unable to access a computer regularly.
Just so you know, Flux Wars, Grail of Blades and all of the other adventures I play GM are still running and I'm still playing, just that I'll be a more frequent poster from now on.
Thanks and sorry if this thread is in the wrong place.
Posted on 2011-10-15 at 10:13:55.
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Topic: Footprints: Part One, Chapter Five
Subject: He's gone, Varis
Karrain shrugs at Varis' statement.
"We're here to help the living, let the Lords look to your friend's soul, knowing that he had a good, honest life and a good, honest death we can only send him our prayers...or make the living pray that they join him and find peace thanks to our attentions," The Sacrelarch once again shrugs, turning to stare out the window. "For now, all that matters is finding Khan, preferably before anything worse happens, which requires us to act promptly and efficiently and, unfortunatley, with a minimum of grieving."
Posted on 2011-10-15 at 10:06:40.
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Topic: Fallout: New Vegas - Full House RPG
Subject: Well then
Markas grimaces at the writhing men, holstering his pistol delicatley.
"So much for 'no weapons inside the fort' unless a high velocity sniper rifle doesn't count as a weapon." Finishing the sentence with a few muttered curses the remenant folds his arms once again, glaring at the ground. "Might as well try reasoning with a wall, at least it's got it's priorities right..."
Posted on 2011-10-13 at 10:42:26.
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Topic: Fallout: New Vegas - Full House RPG
Subject: Cock your head and pistol
Markas straightened, drawing his Plasma defender slowly, delibaratley, whilst reaching for the pulse grenade concealed amongst his equipment. He hadn't survived this long after Raven's Rock to be brained by a mob of irradiated thugs or trade pleasantries in latin with a degenerate charity...looking at the bag of weapons he wondered, idly, whether they had a Gattling Laser spare.
Snapping his eyes back to the group he grinned, focusing on the potential firearm, he would have to deal with him swiftly if violence broke out...which he was sure it would.
"Haven't you heard?" He called out to the men, making sure the grenade was ready to be primed and thrown at a moment's notice. "The Fort's not safe anymore...they're only letting in old guards other men who've caught bowel-rot...apparently it's an epidemic around Prim...and now it's here. Word has it some poor guy with a leg wound developed it and now it's running through the patients there like yellow fever."
He pauses, licking his lips.
"Wouldn't like to have known the guy who got it though...damned contagious."
Markas didn't care how poor the bluff was, either scaring the gorup off or aggrivating them was all he needed to do...the pulse grenade would do the rest.
Posted on 2011-10-12 at 08:30:41.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Repliance
"Is something wrong?" Rege' hauls himself from the corpses, staring at the Inquisitor and the remains of the Celian patrol. "Unless my eyesight's completly gone then 'two swords' here just saved our skin."
An uncomfortable silence follows, as the newcomer eyes you and you eye the newcomer before, finally, the man steps forwards, extending a gauntleted hand.
"Lantaris Narath, Journeymage Crystal Hardwood, I believe we have met before. I am Suroth of the Inquisitors, servant of Arcus..." Another uncomfortable pause. "I did not expect to see a Priest of Narath embroiled in this conflict...or allied with the League Entire, however in harsh times, when the Darkness threatens us one cannot choose who he fights with nor who he protects."
Posted on 2011-10-08 at 06:46:53.
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Topic: Flux Wars
Subject: Two explosions in one day!
Following your leads, Rege' also sinks to the ground, carefuly concealing his crossbow under one of the corpses.
The minutes tick by agonizingly for Crystal, who can barley hear herself breath, even more so for Lantaris, who's keen senses can hear every footfall as it draws closer to the room before.
"Ossinda's ward! What happened here?"
From the gaps in the cadavers you see various figures entering the room, all dressed similarly to the Celians you had fought before.
"Looks like someone set off a Greenjade charge in the middle of a Mage Duel, probably that fool Fernian."
"Aye, I wonder which of us will take is place?"
"Quiet! Veromious knows what this Gods-Forsaken castle's got in it...everywhere you go it's like someone's looking at you."
"Yeah, Commander Davleo said that Verkoth was here as well as our invisible 'friend'."
A stunned silence shoots through the chambre before, very slowly, as if each body was made of Greenjade, the senior officer begins to pick his way from the centre of the room to a wall.
"Everyone, spread out, don't toutch anything, sweep this room then move on."
"Sir?"
"I said be quiet!" The officer stamps his foot, his boot landing close enough to Crystal to cause her to flinch."
"What the?" The mage his hauled to her feet by the Celian who now faces back down the corridor, his face split by an uncouth leer.
"Well...I knew someone was watching us..."
"Sir!" The cries are more desperate this time, from the other doorway. Craning her neck, Crystal sees two bodies slump to the ground as a six foot figure strides into the room, scimitar in one hand and greatsword in the other.
"That does it Martan, you're on," Both blades lash out, catching two more Celians in the chests before they can react, "Report!" The man finishes, loosening his grip on Crystal as he turns.
"Who the hell are you?"
As one the Celians advance a step at the man who eyes them coldly.
"Answer or I'll slit your friend's throat." Crystal feels a knife pressed against her jugular as the officer backs away, stumbling as Rege' jerks out a foot, just as a cascade of light emits from the man's weapons, permeating his form.
"Get hi-" The weapons lash out, their wielder spinning in impossible circles, scattering the Celians as a hurricane would saplings, its winds a welter of golden light and crimson lifeblood. Amid the deluge of screams and the clang of blades desperatley parrying you hear four words.
"I am your deliverance."
The officer staggers to his feet, weapon forgoten.
"I am your justice."
The last of the Celians fall, cut down by a backhand blow.
"I am Arcus' sword."
The Inquisitor lunges forwards, cutting the fleeing Celian down half-stride, the greatsword shattering his left leg as if it were little more than brittle porcelain.
As you stagger to your feet, the man sheaths his weapons, admiring his handiwork with...trepadation.
Posted on 2011-10-06 at 10:36:52.
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