[i:2zn409xn]Nine hells, what was that?[/i:2zn409xn] Adian thought with a shock as the palidin's eyes seemed to go mad. He was so distracted that he almost caught a sword through his head. Instead he ducked and drove the man back with heavy blows...only to realize a moment later he'd fallen into a trap.
To pursue his attacker he'd advanced into an improvised "V" of five of the remaining men. Now the young drow was squarely in the kill zone among them , where they were able to strike at will.
Blades came at him from all sides. Even as he raised his weapon in defense he realized he could not possibly block them all...
On The Shores of Despair Pt. 2
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Veraka couldn't get a thought off as the berserker took full control of his body again, but this time, it was due to Adian's dire situation.
Gripping Marala Vharc and his shield, the bererker-fueled Veraka howled in defiance, and charged the men that were intent on killing the young drow paladin; Veraka discovered something odd, something that he hadn't felt in a long time. He had partial control of his body; his thoughts, his movements were his own, the berserker was in sync with his thoughts, something that rarely happened.
Bellowing at the top of this lungs, Veraka yelled to Cinder, "Cover Adian's left flank and give him support or he's a GONER!!"
The enraged storm warrior careened into the fight, intent on backing Adian up. Roaring with an ungod-like fury, Veraka slammed into the swordsmen on Adian's right, and proceeded to start hacking away with a merciless assault. Seeing the young drow falter for just a second, Veraka moved in, blocking a full on attack with his shield; "keep your wits about you, Adian, or we'll both lose our heads."
The aasimar got a glimpse of a still-enraged dwarf, who was chopping away at the enemy, one bastard at a time; with Lyon backing him up, they cut the swath through their own bunch of baddies.
Gripping Marala Vharc and his shield, the bererker-fueled Veraka howled in defiance, and charged the men that were intent on killing the young drow paladin; Veraka discovered something odd, something that he hadn't felt in a long time. He had partial control of his body; his thoughts, his movements were his own, the berserker was in sync with his thoughts, something that rarely happened.
Bellowing at the top of this lungs, Veraka yelled to Cinder, "Cover Adian's left flank and give him support or he's a GONER!!"
The enraged storm warrior careened into the fight, intent on backing Adian up. Roaring with an ungod-like fury, Veraka slammed into the swordsmen on Adian's right, and proceeded to start hacking away with a merciless assault. Seeing the young drow falter for just a second, Veraka moved in, blocking a full on attack with his shield; "keep your wits about you, Adian, or we'll both lose our heads."
The aasimar got a glimpse of a still-enraged dwarf, who was chopping away at the enemy, one bastard at a time; with Lyon backing him up, they cut the swath through their own bunch of baddies.
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CinderSuru
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((((Veraka... Melddrinus is a caribou not a horse and quite a magical one he is laying by you kepping you warm))))
~Cinder saw Veraka try to move...and as the swords men were thinning and weakening she ran over to him.~
" Stay still Veraka your wound is will not heal if indeed it does. must i knock you out my self?? "
~Cinder saw Veraka try to move...and as the swords men were thinning and weakening she ran over to him.~
" Stay still Veraka your wound is will not heal if indeed it does. must i knock you out my self?? "
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Ra'Sona Races-The-Wind
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((Have some time spare for the first time in days, dropping in a quick post. ^^))
Frad and Lyon, with Pwdn backing them up, had cleared a small group of enemies with startling preservation of their persons given their lack of experience. Lyon had simply rushed a while group of them and after Pwdn 'found' him one of their shields mid-charge he managed with her help to both attract their attention and keep himself safe as he parried and deflected attacks from all sides. Weapons that got through his guard came away damaged, and by the time two had fallen the others were without weapons and had resorted to grappling him, so were soon left slumped to the floor with their strength sapped away to nothing.
As Aidan was supported by Frad, Lyon span and with a wild yell of desperation and righteous intent hurled the sword he held at one of the swordsmen moving to flank Aidan and keep him from defending himself. The sword shimmered as it flew, the rush of air making it sing like some choir of salvation as it slammed into the thigh of the warrior and passed trough to the other leg, flooring him and drawing a scream of dark fury from his lips that echoed inside the full helm he wore. Lyon's first use of smite evil, and of course it was a very flashy one even without counting the ridiculous use of his sword as a projectile. Frad drew a half-handle axe from his waist and passed it up to Lyon, who then set about the closest enemy with wild vigour while Pwdn slid away from him and ran, bare-skinned if it could be called that, to Aidan and Veraka to tend to whatever harm they'd incurred.
This done she retrieved her robes from where she'd had to leave them when they had been surprised and wrapped them back about herself with a shudder. Lyon and Frad were moving about the fighters shattering every weapon they found, and at Frad 's insistence Lyon made sure the dead mage was dead. He was, and Lyon took to rifling through his belongings for some clue as to who these monstrous people were. Pwdn was doing the same as the battle ended, turning up nothing in particular, though several wore items of religious significance that clearly did not belong to them. In addition to the Maiden's necklace one wore an oaken ring of Obad-Hai and a talisman of Helm, one had several banite tattoos on scraps of leathered skin, one even wore the funerary shroud of a death-knight beneath his helm. So many of them, and so many icons of all kinds of gods.
Pwdn stood up holding one of her temple's holy icons, red enamel on a silver token, and with an impassive expression held it to her forehead and spoke a long incantation, images and events flashing through her mind as she called upon the legend lore to tall her who had owned it. The token joined the wedding rings in their pouch for safety, along with every other icon she could find. If any enemy was wounded, they were healed enough to stabilise them and safely weakened enough to be no threat once they'd moved on. Decimated and beaten as they were, their mage slain, they'd have no choice but to disband. Finished as she was she moved to get away from the scene of the fight, hurrying into the snow and leaning against a tree to come to terms with what she'd done. There was no reproach in her mind, she felt no disapproval from her patron, but she wasn't happy. "I don't understand, who would hunt the holy and unholy alike to claim their icons like this?"
It wasn't something she'd encountered before, but it wasn't unknown for there to be those who simply wished to destroy the gods entirely and who would hunt clerics and paladins in order to inflict their hate as best they could. The shock in this case was that they'd lived long enough to become an actual danger.
Lyon came to bring her back to the others. "It's not your fault, you could never have guessed what this was, how bad it would be." Pwdn nodded but remained silent, still horrified and remembering the bandits they'd already encountered. She knew that her calling was without end but she did like to think that she was making a real difference; things like this were a terrible reminder that even with all she could do she was still just a drop in the ocean.
Frad and Lyon, with Pwdn backing them up, had cleared a small group of enemies with startling preservation of their persons given their lack of experience. Lyon had simply rushed a while group of them and after Pwdn 'found' him one of their shields mid-charge he managed with her help to both attract their attention and keep himself safe as he parried and deflected attacks from all sides. Weapons that got through his guard came away damaged, and by the time two had fallen the others were without weapons and had resorted to grappling him, so were soon left slumped to the floor with their strength sapped away to nothing.
As Aidan was supported by Frad, Lyon span and with a wild yell of desperation and righteous intent hurled the sword he held at one of the swordsmen moving to flank Aidan and keep him from defending himself. The sword shimmered as it flew, the rush of air making it sing like some choir of salvation as it slammed into the thigh of the warrior and passed trough to the other leg, flooring him and drawing a scream of dark fury from his lips that echoed inside the full helm he wore. Lyon's first use of smite evil, and of course it was a very flashy one even without counting the ridiculous use of his sword as a projectile. Frad drew a half-handle axe from his waist and passed it up to Lyon, who then set about the closest enemy with wild vigour while Pwdn slid away from him and ran, bare-skinned if it could be called that, to Aidan and Veraka to tend to whatever harm they'd incurred.
This done she retrieved her robes from where she'd had to leave them when they had been surprised and wrapped them back about herself with a shudder. Lyon and Frad were moving about the fighters shattering every weapon they found, and at Frad 's insistence Lyon made sure the dead mage was dead. He was, and Lyon took to rifling through his belongings for some clue as to who these monstrous people were. Pwdn was doing the same as the battle ended, turning up nothing in particular, though several wore items of religious significance that clearly did not belong to them. In addition to the Maiden's necklace one wore an oaken ring of Obad-Hai and a talisman of Helm, one had several banite tattoos on scraps of leathered skin, one even wore the funerary shroud of a death-knight beneath his helm. So many of them, and so many icons of all kinds of gods.
Pwdn stood up holding one of her temple's holy icons, red enamel on a silver token, and with an impassive expression held it to her forehead and spoke a long incantation, images and events flashing through her mind as she called upon the legend lore to tall her who had owned it. The token joined the wedding rings in their pouch for safety, along with every other icon she could find. If any enemy was wounded, they were healed enough to stabilise them and safely weakened enough to be no threat once they'd moved on. Decimated and beaten as they were, their mage slain, they'd have no choice but to disband. Finished as she was she moved to get away from the scene of the fight, hurrying into the snow and leaning against a tree to come to terms with what she'd done. There was no reproach in her mind, she felt no disapproval from her patron, but she wasn't happy. "I don't understand, who would hunt the holy and unholy alike to claim their icons like this?"
It wasn't something she'd encountered before, but it wasn't unknown for there to be those who simply wished to destroy the gods entirely and who would hunt clerics and paladins in order to inflict their hate as best they could. The shock in this case was that they'd lived long enough to become an actual danger.
Lyon came to bring her back to the others. "It's not your fault, you could never have guessed what this was, how bad it would be." Pwdn nodded but remained silent, still horrified and remembering the bandits they'd already encountered. She knew that her calling was without end but she did like to think that she was making a real difference; things like this were a terrible reminder that even with all she could do she was still just a drop in the ocean.
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Adian Novar
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The enemy vanquished and his own skin saved by the actions of his comrades, Adian sank to his knees, very tired from exertion and shock. What madness was this? Who would turn themselves to stone soley to lure in people with the power to rescue them?
It was only when Pdwn came over to mend his injuries did he notice that he'd taken several hits: Minor ones, but enough for concern. As he nodded his thanks he found himself staring at the battlefield, strewn with corpses and the wounded.. Maybe they could get some answers from the survivors...but did he really want them?
"Thank you," Adian said to the group in general even as he silently cursed his inexperience that had let him step into the last trap.
A song of the Speaker came to his mind, and he found himself quietly singing a piece of it as he rested.
[i:3tus8klv]"The corn is high underneath the moon
And Winter comes, it seems too soon
For Time waits not for woman or man
And Death rides out across the land
Our dark mother Queen of the Night
Through Death's door guide us to the light
Through the pain set us free
Our dark mother Queen of the Night
Let us be reborn again "[/i:3tus8klv]
It was only when Pdwn came over to mend his injuries did he notice that he'd taken several hits: Minor ones, but enough for concern. As he nodded his thanks he found himself staring at the battlefield, strewn with corpses and the wounded.. Maybe they could get some answers from the survivors...but did he really want them?
"Thank you," Adian said to the group in general even as he silently cursed his inexperience that had let him step into the last trap.
A song of the Speaker came to his mind, and he found himself quietly singing a piece of it as he rested.
[i:3tus8klv]"The corn is high underneath the moon
And Winter comes, it seems too soon
For Time waits not for woman or man
And Death rides out across the land
Our dark mother Queen of the Night
Through Death's door guide us to the light
Through the pain set us free
Our dark mother Queen of the Night
Let us be reborn again "[/i:3tus8klv]
(((Sorry Cinder, didn't notice till ya told me, thanks for the heads up)))
The berserker driving him, Veraka pushed headlong into the last of the enemies, killing them slowly and with a deep-driven, vengeance-fueled hatred that only the beast inside him could give.
Using that dark, blood-lusting power to empower his actions, the aasimar helped group finish off the last of the damn fools who'd wanted to kill them. Veraka glanced over at Lyon to see him pull off a very interesting, but perfectly performed 'Smite Evil' upon one of the unfortunate bastards that was in his way. "Well down, Lyon, well down indeed."
Finally, with all of the evil goons no longer a threat, Veraka walked over to where the group had gathered, his bare chest covered with lacerations and bruises like none other. His blood turned the white snow a dark hue of red, continuously pouring off of his body and his armor. It was when Pwdn came over and healed both him and Lyon up that the bleeding stopped. "Thank you, Pwdn," he said in a deep voice, the berserker still in his body, but with his consciousness controlling it.
Upon hearing Adian's remark, he replied, "don't mention it, my friend; that is why we have won this day, and they," Veraka pointed toward some of the corpses, "are the way they are right now."
Joining up with Pwdn, Lyon, and Frad, Veraka began to sift through the pile of dead bodies, turning up more items like the Eilistraeen talisman that had driven him into his rage. Seeing Pwdn and Lyon retreat to the edge of the carnage, the storm warrior found his answer as to why this group of people did what they had just done. They were Banites, followers of The Dark Lord who revealed in controlling everything, and destroying all that opposed him, especially followers of the Triad.
"That would explain the many holy items that we found, those that are closely associated with paladins and clerics," he growled to himself, seeing fully now what had transpired before the group.
Veraka, kneeling in the snow, head lowered in solice, offered up a silent prayer to his patron diety; "Lord of the Northern Wind, forgive my actions this day, but justice had to be dispensed upon these slayers of innocents and guilty alike. I do not take what I did lightly, but I do not regret it either. I serve justice for the innocent and the weak, those who cannot defend themselves and those who are treated without fairness and benevolence. Though I come now with this darkness in me, I will continue to seek what you uphold. Continue to light my path with your wisdom, Great Platinum God of Dragons."
Veraka stood up, his head raised to the scene and plowed through the dead and dying, only to stumble upon a not-so-injured Banite. Immediately, his eyes blazed a silver and red inferno.
Grasping the minor-wounded man by his neck, the storm warrior lifted him into the air with a low growl, well above four feet above the ground.
"You were able to acquire all of these holy items and other important things, like those rings; why? Bane isn't known for caring about pity things like these, so WHY?" Veraka roared.
((Anyone can take over the Banite's responses, just tell if ya feel like interrogating him yourself so I know))
The berserker driving him, Veraka pushed headlong into the last of the enemies, killing them slowly and with a deep-driven, vengeance-fueled hatred that only the beast inside him could give.
Using that dark, blood-lusting power to empower his actions, the aasimar helped group finish off the last of the damn fools who'd wanted to kill them. Veraka glanced over at Lyon to see him pull off a very interesting, but perfectly performed 'Smite Evil' upon one of the unfortunate bastards that was in his way. "Well down, Lyon, well down indeed."
Finally, with all of the evil goons no longer a threat, Veraka walked over to where the group had gathered, his bare chest covered with lacerations and bruises like none other. His blood turned the white snow a dark hue of red, continuously pouring off of his body and his armor. It was when Pwdn came over and healed both him and Lyon up that the bleeding stopped. "Thank you, Pwdn," he said in a deep voice, the berserker still in his body, but with his consciousness controlling it.
Upon hearing Adian's remark, he replied, "don't mention it, my friend; that is why we have won this day, and they," Veraka pointed toward some of the corpses, "are the way they are right now."
Joining up with Pwdn, Lyon, and Frad, Veraka began to sift through the pile of dead bodies, turning up more items like the Eilistraeen talisman that had driven him into his rage. Seeing Pwdn and Lyon retreat to the edge of the carnage, the storm warrior found his answer as to why this group of people did what they had just done. They were Banites, followers of The Dark Lord who revealed in controlling everything, and destroying all that opposed him, especially followers of the Triad.
"That would explain the many holy items that we found, those that are closely associated with paladins and clerics," he growled to himself, seeing fully now what had transpired before the group.
Veraka, kneeling in the snow, head lowered in solice, offered up a silent prayer to his patron diety; "Lord of the Northern Wind, forgive my actions this day, but justice had to be dispensed upon these slayers of innocents and guilty alike. I do not take what I did lightly, but I do not regret it either. I serve justice for the innocent and the weak, those who cannot defend themselves and those who are treated without fairness and benevolence. Though I come now with this darkness in me, I will continue to seek what you uphold. Continue to light my path with your wisdom, Great Platinum God of Dragons."
Veraka stood up, his head raised to the scene and plowed through the dead and dying, only to stumble upon a not-so-injured Banite. Immediately, his eyes blazed a silver and red inferno.
Grasping the minor-wounded man by his neck, the storm warrior lifted him into the air with a low growl, well above four feet above the ground.
"You were able to acquire all of these holy items and other important things, like those rings; why? Bane isn't known for caring about pity things like these, so WHY?" Veraka roared.
((Anyone can take over the Banite's responses, just tell if ya feel like interrogating him yourself so I know))
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Zarae Zyne Kilanatlar
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(wow i missed alot this sunday. so i hope i have it all correct...)
the companions finished off the foes except the one they were planning to interrogate. she walked over, her eyes glaring at the male held up.
an idea hit her.
she made herself walk like she had seen her mother and sisters do, and act so, as to intimidate the male. a drow female could be a fearful sight. and Zarae played it up by pulling out an old whip and cracked it for good measure.
((i hope this makes sense, since im working off of like 2 hrs of sleep right now...i know its not all that great.
but im using my heritage to 'scare the dude' kinda thing. ))
the companions finished off the foes except the one they were planning to interrogate. she walked over, her eyes glaring at the male held up.
an idea hit her.
she made herself walk like she had seen her mother and sisters do, and act so, as to intimidate the male. a drow female could be a fearful sight. and Zarae played it up by pulling out an old whip and cracked it for good measure.
((i hope this makes sense, since im working off of like 2 hrs of sleep right now...i know its not all that great.
but im using my heritage to 'scare the dude' kinda thing. ))
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Ra'Sona Races-The-Wind
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Pwdn, who had abandoned the scene while the helpless fallen of their ambushers were put to death, was no less hurt by the decision but understood that she could not have prevented it and that restoring them was no option. She hung her head, and moved to the one remaining man who was being confronted by Veraka and Zarae. "Don't kill him. Please, they're all dead, he can't do any more harm by himself unarmed and alone out here."
The man himself didn't seem to care though. He laughed, stifled by the iron grip on his throat. "Moron, I've killed Banites and Llothians along with all the others, I follow no god. [i:18d6ni6p]WE[/i:18d6ni6p] follow no gods, and we have fought their tyranny to the end. Kill me, lapdog of the lizard gutter-king, because if I live I will raze your temple and all others in my path until the gods themselves lie dead at my feet." He tried to spit, but the dribble of spittle foamed on his lips impotently, unable as he was to summon the breath to direct it. He sneered, and reached out with his arms to grab at Veraka's throat and choke him in return. "First their chosen, then their faithful, then the gods themselves. All will die." An insane laugh rattled in his throat, his hands tightening even though they were utterly ineffective against the armoured aasimar. [i:18d6ni6p]"Die!"[/i:18d6ni6p] He looked around, flinching almost instinctively at the Drow female approaching but still firm in his insanity. "All of you, die!"
Pwdn tugged at Veraka's arm, shaking her head. "Please, just let him go. Let me help him."
The man himself didn't seem to care though. He laughed, stifled by the iron grip on his throat. "Moron, I've killed Banites and Llothians along with all the others, I follow no god. [i:18d6ni6p]WE[/i:18d6ni6p] follow no gods, and we have fought their tyranny to the end. Kill me, lapdog of the lizard gutter-king, because if I live I will raze your temple and all others in my path until the gods themselves lie dead at my feet." He tried to spit, but the dribble of spittle foamed on his lips impotently, unable as he was to summon the breath to direct it. He sneered, and reached out with his arms to grab at Veraka's throat and choke him in return. "First their chosen, then their faithful, then the gods themselves. All will die." An insane laugh rattled in his throat, his hands tightening even though they were utterly ineffective against the armoured aasimar. [i:18d6ni6p]"Die!"[/i:18d6ni6p] He looked around, flinching almost instinctively at the Drow female approaching but still firm in his insanity. "All of you, die!"
Pwdn tugged at Veraka's arm, shaking her head. "Please, just let him go. Let me help him."
Against his titanic grip, the insane man tried, but to no avail, to throttle the storm warrior. Veraka knew that if he didn't act or react soon, the berserker would flat out kill the man, if not for the crazy insults if nothing else.
The aasimar knew two things were truth in the insane man's spoken words: one, he didn't follow any god. Veraka knew this just by glancing at the man's aura. Number two of that truth was that Pwdn was right in her assessment; his insanity was being fueled by the mere fact that Veraka, Pwdn, and the others of their group had utterly decimated his allies in combat.
Hearing his ranting on about killing the chosen of the gods, then their faithful, Veraka felt his rage surge, his open hand palmed outward, starting to channel a Chain Lighting spell as he mouthed the words to the magic, but kept the crackling bolts of superheated energy in his palm.
"You know NOTHING of death," he growled, his grip around the insane one tightening to a near death brink, but keeping him alive barely; "you may try to start killing the chosen, but you'd better be prepared for a rude awakening when you try and kill me, asshole."
The man's insanity peeked, as he started to lash out at Veraka, even going as far as trying to spit on the assimar, but this only caused Veraka to tighten his grip around the man, slowly choking off his airway.
"You want to know death; how about I give a first-hand experience at the Grim Reaper's clutches, HUH!?" The aasimar roared to the man, his silver-red eyes flashing completely blood-red, as he was about to bring the charged lighting spell around and show the insane one what TRUE death felt like. The storm warrior felt his rage, his anger, and his hate building up to a crescendo, the berserker ready to use all of it in one final, very violent blow that would send the insane one to Kelemvor's realm in the most excruciatingly painful of ways. Veraka felt all of his conscious well up inside him, wanting nothing more than to throttle the man in front of him.
He stopped at the feeling of his arm being pulled on; the storm warrior turned his head to see Pwdn's pleading eyes staring up at him. Upon hearing her say "Please, just let him go. Let me help him.", he visibly stopped his retributive action, the lighting spell dissipating in his free hand.
With every once of his will and mental strength, Veraka pushed the raging dark beast down into the depths of his soul, making double sure not to let it get the better of him. The storm warrior's eyes reverted back to their normal radiant silver hue as he shoved the raging berserker back down into his self.
"True justice isn't measured without mercy," he said aloud, though it seemed directed toward Pwdn, "do what you can for him, and see to it that he makes a hopeful comeback." Veraka finished his statement to Pwdn, lowering the insane man to her level.
"Just make sure that he doesn't escape your attention; my generosity toward him is already stretched as it is."
The aasimar knew two things were truth in the insane man's spoken words: one, he didn't follow any god. Veraka knew this just by glancing at the man's aura. Number two of that truth was that Pwdn was right in her assessment; his insanity was being fueled by the mere fact that Veraka, Pwdn, and the others of their group had utterly decimated his allies in combat.
Hearing his ranting on about killing the chosen of the gods, then their faithful, Veraka felt his rage surge, his open hand palmed outward, starting to channel a Chain Lighting spell as he mouthed the words to the magic, but kept the crackling bolts of superheated energy in his palm.
"You know NOTHING of death," he growled, his grip around the insane one tightening to a near death brink, but keeping him alive barely; "you may try to start killing the chosen, but you'd better be prepared for a rude awakening when you try and kill me, asshole."
The man's insanity peeked, as he started to lash out at Veraka, even going as far as trying to spit on the assimar, but this only caused Veraka to tighten his grip around the man, slowly choking off his airway.
"You want to know death; how about I give a first-hand experience at the Grim Reaper's clutches, HUH!?" The aasimar roared to the man, his silver-red eyes flashing completely blood-red, as he was about to bring the charged lighting spell around and show the insane one what TRUE death felt like. The storm warrior felt his rage, his anger, and his hate building up to a crescendo, the berserker ready to use all of it in one final, very violent blow that would send the insane one to Kelemvor's realm in the most excruciatingly painful of ways. Veraka felt all of his conscious well up inside him, wanting nothing more than to throttle the man in front of him.
He stopped at the feeling of his arm being pulled on; the storm warrior turned his head to see Pwdn's pleading eyes staring up at him. Upon hearing her say "Please, just let him go. Let me help him.", he visibly stopped his retributive action, the lighting spell dissipating in his free hand.
With every once of his will and mental strength, Veraka pushed the raging dark beast down into the depths of his soul, making double sure not to let it get the better of him. The storm warrior's eyes reverted back to their normal radiant silver hue as he shoved the raging berserker back down into his self.
"True justice isn't measured without mercy," he said aloud, though it seemed directed toward Pwdn, "do what you can for him, and see to it that he makes a hopeful comeback." Veraka finished his statement to Pwdn, lowering the insane man to her level.
"Just make sure that he doesn't escape your attention; my generosity toward him is already stretched as it is."
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Adian Novar
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"I have known men who have no gods," Adian said quietly. "Good and bad. This...madman...is a sad parody of them. A twisted shadow. I cannot imagine what could have made him thus...but killing him now would be an act no less wicked than his fantasies. Particularly in light of what I have heard happens to godless. Injustice of the worst sort.
"Help him, my lady...if you can."
It was hard to tell if Adian was addressing Pdwn or Eilistraee. Perhaps both.
"Help him, my lady...if you can."
It was hard to tell if Adian was addressing Pdwn or Eilistraee. Perhaps both.
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Ra'Sona Races-The-Wind
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Pwdn pressed her hand to the maniac's face as he started to speak, causing him to shudder and try to pull away as she wrapped over his mouth to silence him. "No more threats, no anger. What happent to make you like this?" An almost-silent response, that Pwdn could apparently hear perfectly. "Because I'm not going to leave until I've helped you." Another muted response followed by a calm reply, Pwdn carefully avoiding jibes and goading an honest response. This would take some time and the others would have the opportunity to talk over what had happened.
Lyon cast about for his sword, and upon retrieving it frowned slightly, wiping off the blood with handfuls of packed snow. "I want to feel sorry for them, for whatever tragedy made them turn against the gods entirely, but I just can't. They murdered so many people, and if we hadn't killed them here they would have continued doing so. Is it wrong that I feel that this was the right thing to do?" Frad shrugged, and took back his hand axe. "Yer askin' if they needed to die, or if they deserved to die?' S'a big difference there." He looked to Veraka, raising his battle axe in salute. "What d'ya say, ya been at this a long enough time to meet yer god's personal favour. We did good enough?"
Pwdn's captive patient was trying to wrestle her away now, trying to fight with a dwindling strength, tears in his eyes as he thrashed desperately to avoid facing whatever demons hounded him in his mind. "It's okay, let it out." Pwdn seemed to melt around each blow, a single hand pushing aside each swing to let him tire himself out in his fury. "I understand, Silas. I lost my home too, for no reason at all. All reduced to ruins before my very eyes, burying me there. I was saved though, and it's not too late for someone to save you." The man tried to scream, refusing her and fighting her off, to no avail. "There's always something left to hold on to, as long as you're alive there can be more." This was met with even more violence, and Pwdn held on still. She eventually simply nodded, and stood back to let him stand. "Then to ease your pain I will let you cease to be, after a fashion."
She took a shallow breath, holding the silver token she'd acquired out before her, and wrapping the red ribbon about her hands she invoked the most powerful spell she had. The incantation was not heard, but [i:2dsetjmc]felt[/i:2dsetjmc] by those present, a great and deep resonance that seemed to flow though their very souls and for a moment the space there was blindingly white, a whole portion of the forest devoid of colour, and then finally fading to find Pwdn stood beside another woman in beautiful, delicate mythril maille and with an expression on her face as confused as the man who for those able to see such things, had been washed clean of the evil that had tainted him to the core. "Take him with you, let him be happy. Don't let him suffer again." The Ilmatarian she had called back stared, then looked at the man in his torn armour and smiled to him. "Come on, we should hurry. I think we both have a lot of catching up to do." She bowed to the others and took the man's hand, who didn't resist. He still seemed to be reeling from the situation and hadn't thought of anything to say. In time a great bear lumbered close, and she ruffled its' fur as she helped the man onto its' back with her. "Sister, friends. If you should ever be in temples of the sword coast, ask for Anafae the Favoured. I would like the chance to pay my debts."
The man whispered something to her as they departed, drawing another smile from her as she understood what had been done. "I don't know, my friend. Who do you want to be?" Once they'd gone, Pwdn sank slowly onto her knees and steadied herself with one hand, trying not to lose integrity as she fought the urge to pass out that always came soon afterwards.
((Losing 5000 Exp in one spell is somewhat exhausting, after all.))
Lyon cast about for his sword, and upon retrieving it frowned slightly, wiping off the blood with handfuls of packed snow. "I want to feel sorry for them, for whatever tragedy made them turn against the gods entirely, but I just can't. They murdered so many people, and if we hadn't killed them here they would have continued doing so. Is it wrong that I feel that this was the right thing to do?" Frad shrugged, and took back his hand axe. "Yer askin' if they needed to die, or if they deserved to die?' S'a big difference there." He looked to Veraka, raising his battle axe in salute. "What d'ya say, ya been at this a long enough time to meet yer god's personal favour. We did good enough?"
Pwdn's captive patient was trying to wrestle her away now, trying to fight with a dwindling strength, tears in his eyes as he thrashed desperately to avoid facing whatever demons hounded him in his mind. "It's okay, let it out." Pwdn seemed to melt around each blow, a single hand pushing aside each swing to let him tire himself out in his fury. "I understand, Silas. I lost my home too, for no reason at all. All reduced to ruins before my very eyes, burying me there. I was saved though, and it's not too late for someone to save you." The man tried to scream, refusing her and fighting her off, to no avail. "There's always something left to hold on to, as long as you're alive there can be more." This was met with even more violence, and Pwdn held on still. She eventually simply nodded, and stood back to let him stand. "Then to ease your pain I will let you cease to be, after a fashion."
She took a shallow breath, holding the silver token she'd acquired out before her, and wrapping the red ribbon about her hands she invoked the most powerful spell she had. The incantation was not heard, but [i:2dsetjmc]felt[/i:2dsetjmc] by those present, a great and deep resonance that seemed to flow though their very souls and for a moment the space there was blindingly white, a whole portion of the forest devoid of colour, and then finally fading to find Pwdn stood beside another woman in beautiful, delicate mythril maille and with an expression on her face as confused as the man who for those able to see such things, had been washed clean of the evil that had tainted him to the core. "Take him with you, let him be happy. Don't let him suffer again." The Ilmatarian she had called back stared, then looked at the man in his torn armour and smiled to him. "Come on, we should hurry. I think we both have a lot of catching up to do." She bowed to the others and took the man's hand, who didn't resist. He still seemed to be reeling from the situation and hadn't thought of anything to say. In time a great bear lumbered close, and she ruffled its' fur as she helped the man onto its' back with her. "Sister, friends. If you should ever be in temples of the sword coast, ask for Anafae the Favoured. I would like the chance to pay my debts."
The man whispered something to her as they departed, drawing another smile from her as she understood what had been done. "I don't know, my friend. Who do you want to be?" Once they'd gone, Pwdn sank slowly onto her knees and steadied herself with one hand, trying not to lose integrity as she fought the urge to pass out that always came soon afterwards.
((Losing 5000 Exp in one spell is somewhat exhausting, after all.))
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Zarae Zyne Kilanatlar
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Zarae just watched the scene unfold. there was little she could say or do that would be helpful. she put away the whip as Moonlight joined her. the drowess just rubbed his neck the cleric dwelt with the human male.
Pwdn had interesting ways of dealing with enemies. she reached out to help him. she woulda found ways to make him speak then mericfully ended his life. it wasnt also the best, but it was what she knew.
the drow, highly sensitive to magic did feel the powerful spell. it was almost like a wave rushing over her (i guess thats how it would work). the light was bright, even to her specially 'blessed' eyes. and she looked away a till it was dull again
as the male 'disappeared' she hurried to help Pwdn, to at least catch her before she hit the snow out cold.
Zarae just watched the scene unfold. there was little she could say or do that would be helpful. she put away the whip as Moonlight joined her. the drowess just rubbed his neck the cleric dwelt with the human male.
Pwdn had interesting ways of dealing with enemies. she reached out to help him. she woulda found ways to make him speak then mericfully ended his life. it wasnt also the best, but it was what she knew.
the drow, highly sensitive to magic did feel the powerful spell. it was almost like a wave rushing over her (i guess thats how it would work). the light was bright, even to her specially 'blessed' eyes. and she looked away a till it was dull again
as the male 'disappeared' she hurried to help Pwdn, to at least catch her before she hit the snow out cold.
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Veraka calmly retrieved his dragon-scale armor from where Cinder had placed it, and proceeded to put it back on, letting Pwdn do what she could for the man he'd nearly throttled.
Looking to Lyon as he asked his question, Veraka answered it after Frad, "no one can truly know if another turly NEEDS or DESERVES to die; I know I don't, all I can do is make sure that those who are like this never harm innocents again. Whether or not these men deserved to die or needed to is something I prefer NOT to worry about; they made the mistake of trying to kill us and the mistake of killing innocents just because they could, so they've got their outcome, though perhaps not to their liking. The outcome is that justice has been satisfied this day." With that out, he sheathed Marala Vharc, and put his shield onto his back.
Turning to Frad, the storm warrior nodded his approval of the outcome; "yes, Frad, I believe that we all did the best we could given the situation that was thrown at us. All of us did what we do best, and I believe that we've all given out justice and retribution this day," he paused, looking down at the Eilistraeen necklace that he had found on one of the swordsmen's necks; "I can't speak for the dead, but I think that those who were wronged by this group have been given a measure of peace." He returned the salute to the dwarf, knowing that each and every single person in their little party had performed admirably, despite the fact that he still maintained his connection to that dark, brooding beast that lurked inside him.
Disrupting his thoughts, a blinding light ebbed up from where Pwdn was and forced Veraka to raise an armored glove to block it so the blinding rays didn't hit his eyes. It was what happened next that had the aasimar standing in amazement. Not only had Pwdn cleansed the man's evil, as his aura revealed to Veraka's eyes, she'd summoned another cleric to take him and help him in his journey of redemption.
"By the Father Dragon himself," the storm warrior said in amazement, "honestly can say I've never seen anything quite like that."
Looking to Lyon as he asked his question, Veraka answered it after Frad, "no one can truly know if another turly NEEDS or DESERVES to die; I know I don't, all I can do is make sure that those who are like this never harm innocents again. Whether or not these men deserved to die or needed to is something I prefer NOT to worry about; they made the mistake of trying to kill us and the mistake of killing innocents just because they could, so they've got their outcome, though perhaps not to their liking. The outcome is that justice has been satisfied this day." With that out, he sheathed Marala Vharc, and put his shield onto his back.
Turning to Frad, the storm warrior nodded his approval of the outcome; "yes, Frad, I believe that we all did the best we could given the situation that was thrown at us. All of us did what we do best, and I believe that we've all given out justice and retribution this day," he paused, looking down at the Eilistraeen necklace that he had found on one of the swordsmen's necks; "I can't speak for the dead, but I think that those who were wronged by this group have been given a measure of peace." He returned the salute to the dwarf, knowing that each and every single person in their little party had performed admirably, despite the fact that he still maintained his connection to that dark, brooding beast that lurked inside him.
Disrupting his thoughts, a blinding light ebbed up from where Pwdn was and forced Veraka to raise an armored glove to block it so the blinding rays didn't hit his eyes. It was what happened next that had the aasimar standing in amazement. Not only had Pwdn cleansed the man's evil, as his aura revealed to Veraka's eyes, she'd summoned another cleric to take him and help him in his journey of redemption.
"By the Father Dragon himself," the storm warrior said in amazement, "honestly can say I've never seen anything quite like that."
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Ra'Sona Races-The-Wind
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Lyon nodded slowly. "I guess so, I must just be reeling from this. I didn't know anyone could be so evil." Frad grinned and slapped Lyon's back. "C'mon, good wins evil loses; ultimately yer in the place ya need ta be." Lyon nodded, but looked at Pwdn anyway. "I suppose I'm not as devout as some, but it's not a competition is it?"
"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry for this, true miracles take quite a lot out of me." Pwdn leaned slightly on Zarae as she moved to catch her, her blue tint moving to a rosy pink as Veraka expressed his disbelief. "I do what I must, to help those in need. It's sad, but he forgot his friends and family long ago; at least he can start to make amends for his actions now and will eventually be spared the fate of the godless. No amount of evil deserves that." She looked at the others lain dead in the snow, tensing up again and returning to her usual pale blue. She considered returning them to life, trying to do the same for them all, but she hadn't the strength for it and even if she had, even being the level of power she was, she hadn't Ilmater's full attention on only herself. They had drawn their paths to this and she hadn't the ability to save them from it; she would pray for them, what little comfort that might be, and pray that the wishful rumours of a crusade against the horrors of their fate were somehow true.
She had been taught her understanding of the wall by the woman whom she thought of as her mother, the one who had tamed her anger and shown her peace, and who had trusted her to never use the knowledge as a weapon; it was not a threat for the ungodly, it was a reason to pity them and have others show them mercy, and assure that even in their deepest evil they found a patron before their deaths. "To die should be enough vengeance to satisfy even the deepest most poisonous hate."
Lyon looked confused, as did Frad, but both understood that whatever awaited the day's dead in the afterlife was far worse than any sojourn of hell.
"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry for this, true miracles take quite a lot out of me." Pwdn leaned slightly on Zarae as she moved to catch her, her blue tint moving to a rosy pink as Veraka expressed his disbelief. "I do what I must, to help those in need. It's sad, but he forgot his friends and family long ago; at least he can start to make amends for his actions now and will eventually be spared the fate of the godless. No amount of evil deserves that." She looked at the others lain dead in the snow, tensing up again and returning to her usual pale blue. She considered returning them to life, trying to do the same for them all, but she hadn't the strength for it and even if she had, even being the level of power she was, she hadn't Ilmater's full attention on only herself. They had drawn their paths to this and she hadn't the ability to save them from it; she would pray for them, what little comfort that might be, and pray that the wishful rumours of a crusade against the horrors of their fate were somehow true.
She had been taught her understanding of the wall by the woman whom she thought of as her mother, the one who had tamed her anger and shown her peace, and who had trusted her to never use the knowledge as a weapon; it was not a threat for the ungodly, it was a reason to pity them and have others show them mercy, and assure that even in their deepest evil they found a patron before their deaths. "To die should be enough vengeance to satisfy even the deepest most poisonous hate."
Lyon looked confused, as did Frad, but both understood that whatever awaited the day's dead in the afterlife was far worse than any sojourn of hell.
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Adian Novar
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"No one deserves it," Adian agreed. "As I said...I have known bad and good men who were godless. Such a thing is not a crime as I see it, and should not be. Some people are simply better off to walk their paths alone. I do not...but I cannot make that choice for others, nor declare them wrong for it. Their actions are their own...good or bad."
He paused once more to offer his thanks to the Dark Maiden, to Bahamut whose soldier had rescued him, and to Ilmater for the wonders of healing that he had witnessed. He would have pay proper honors to the next temple to either god he came to.
He paused once more to offer his thanks to the Dark Maiden, to Bahamut whose soldier had rescued him, and to Ilmater for the wonders of healing that he had witnessed. He would have pay proper honors to the next temple to either god he came to.