Session 4-4! Ahoy old NPCs! Gavin thanks God it's not a bear

[Anastasia]

> This time no barrier impededs Seryf or Serith, the latter striding forward with her packmate confidently! Up the stairs you go, closer and closer - you can see it now! A slender yet elegant sword, a gentle curve to it's design yet not so much as to be unbalanced. Or perhaps it is not curved and merely a trick of the light, as the shining metal seems to be hard to see, yet it appeals to you. A glove of shimmmering chain sits besides it, waiting...
> A glove of shimmmering chain sits besides it, waiting.
* Seryf smiles slightly, continuing forward. "I'm going to need to buy a new sheath," she notes in some amusement, her own weapons perfectly straight lengths of steel. "Ah well, not like I'd want to leave one of mine naked," she murmurs, Looking at the chain to see which hand it goes on. "Can the gauntlet be used while a sword is in the hand wearing it?"
> "They are meant to be used seperately, one in each hand. Take them - you will understand then, I have left what power remains in them along with the knowledge of their nature to the one who will inherit these artifacts." Ahead the crystal and troll wait, looming over you, as if waiting, stirring, ready to burst forth.
<Seryf> "Very well," Seryf agrees, striding forward swiftly, and picking up the gauntlet, pulling it on quickly before reaching for the sword and grasping the hilt.
> Serith growls softly as you take them, as two things happen. As Seryf's mind fills with knowledge and import, cracks spread on the crystal! A wail of rage and anger as the quartz breaks appart, a figure leaping from it! Over ten feet tall and huge with lanky gray skin, a great troll leaps out! OOC - Sec, Seryf.
* Seryf takes a deep breath, forcing herself to smile a bit. Nothing to do but go forward, right? Readying herself without drawing either of her normal blades, Seryf watches the troll for an opening, ready to make her move.
> So it leaps, landing on the dais with a loud thud! It towers over you, eyes glowing red as it stares! There is an air of malevolence from it, an offsetting feeling! You feel your stomach drop into your feet and your nerve quake as it towers. From it's mouth, "...Kill! Kill! Food!" A voice like a tormented demon's, horrid and spending a gust of foul air from it's mouth that turns your already wretched stomach! OOC - Initiatives, and then I'll fade into something else.
> OOC - Initiatives, and then I'll fade into something else.
> roll 1d10 troll
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d10 12,0troll --> 12,0 10
> roll 1d10 Serith
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d10 12,0Serith --> 12,0 6
<Seryf> roll 1d10
<Rei-chan> 12,0Seryf rolled :12,0 1d10 --> 12,0 8
> Serith (9, attacking!) Seryf(12, slicing!) Troll (13)
> As it lands, Serith growls in a heady, angry way! Protective anger comes forth as it lunges, teeth flashing as the great feline attempts to tear into the vile troll that threatens!
> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 8
> roll 1d20
> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 16
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 14
> roll 1d4+1
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d4+1 --> 12,0 3
> A feral bite misses, as does one claw - but her other claw grazes across it's stomach, drawing a tiny cut! Serith lands at the far edge of the dais, close to the edge but not in danger!
* Seryf rushes in behind Serith, a slight thought to the gauntlet to form its force to her will, lashing out with Sun beforefollowing with moon, and hoping that her reflexes don't pull her up short!
<Seryf> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Seryf rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 3
<Seryf> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Seryf rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 11
> A volley of attacks - a magical sword glowing white now, shining with light! It totally misses the troll, however, followed up by a thin short sword, made of nothing but shimmering, clear force in Seryf's gauntleted hand! But this misses as well, the troll too fast! Sword slamming into the podium, the trollish beast lunges forward for Seryf!
> Meanwhile...
> It's a period of rest and quiet for Saul and Darius. Time seems to ebb by at a strange rate. Recovery comes naturally, Saul slipping away to meditate and learn. As he finishes, there is a disruption - Darius leaps up, a low throated rumble coming from him1
<Saul> "Take it easy!" says Saul, glancing at Darius. "Your wounds havn't healed yet!"
<Darius> "Serith is fighting a troll.. We need to find them."
<Saul> "..wait, what?" he adds, stupidly, standing up himself. "Wait. You're not ready just yet. Give me a moment..."
> As this happens, the dais in your room begins to emit a gentle light. The air at top glows, twisting into an image! An image of Serith and Seryf, attacking a great and huge troll! Wielding a sword and a strange weapon and glove of force, Seryf just misses! As this appears, a single word spoken by your strange hostess, "Go. Go to them." Then more words, as if inviting.
* Saul quickly casts his spell, keeping an eye on the image. His hand glows with a soft light, and he reaches out to touch Darius on the shoulder...
<Saul> roll 1d8
<Rei-chan> 12,0Saul rolled :12,0 1d8 --> 12,0 3
* Darius spins towards the image and takes off at a run, leaping towards it with a wordless roar, his momentary hesistation allowing Saul to get his spell off.
<Saul> "Honestly," mutters Saul, moving quickly after him, mentally preparing his next spell.
> As the spell works and Darius roars out, lunging, the troll attacks Seryf! A brutal series of claw swipes, three attemps to cut her wide open!
> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 20
> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 15
> roll 1d20
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d20 --> 12,0 10
> OOC - Ow. What's your AC, Seryf?
<Seryf> OOC - 5.
> OOC - ...ow.
> roll 1d4
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d4 --> 12,0 3
> OOC - 3x2+5=11 so far.
> roll 1d4+5
<Rei-chan> 12,0Anastasia rolled :12,0 1d4+5 --> 12,0 8
> OOC - 19 damage. OOOW.
<Seryf> OOC - -6 HP.
> OOC - OW.
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* ChanServ sets mode: +oq Misukibot Misukibot
* Rei-chan was kicked by Anastasia (You've done enough, Rei-chan.)
> As the two rush forward and appear, blinking to there from here as they step on the dais...no! NO! Seryf's tender flesh is sliced into with a dual set of claws - one ripping deep into her chest and causing blood to squirt, and the second tearing out a liberal part of her side! OOC - Make actions, Darius and Saul, then initiative.
* Darius lets loose a wordless roar of rage again and rushes in, blades at the ready.
* Saul bits his lip, growling softly, and his second cure spell is whispered out in fierce tones.
> Kneeling next to Seryf as she falls, Darius emits words of magical power! Words that tie and bind, that restore flesh! OOC - Roll your dice, Saul. Make your attack rolls, Iddy.
<Saul> roll 1d8
<Misukibot> Saul rolled 1d8 --> [ 1d8=1 ]{1}
> The glow mends the wounded flesh as best it can, trying to restore poor Seryf! OOC - -5 HP? Yay?
<Darius> roll 1d20 (main hand)
<Misukibot> Darius rolled 1d20 (main hand) --> [ 1d20=3 ]{3}
<Darius> roll 1d20-2 (off hand)
<Misukibot> Darius rolled 1d20-2 (off hand) --> [ 1d20=19 ]{17}
<Darius> roll 1d20 (main hand again)
<Misukibot> Darius rolled 1d20 (main hand again) --> [ 1d20=4 ]{4}
<Darius> roll 1d8+3
<Misukibot> Darius rolled 1d8+3 --> [ 1d8=7 ]{10}
-atarians.dejatoons.net:@#dunes- Seryf invited Hatbot into the channel.
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> Roaring forward, one blade slice cuts deeply into the side of the ogre, doing some damage and making it it slow a second -b ut only that, it's rage huge! "Kill! Dirty elves!
> "
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* Darius responds to the troll's shout with a roar of his own again, sending spittle flying through the air at the troll's face!
> OOC - Reactions and initiative.
<Darius> roll 1d10
<Darius> OOC- voice that thing.
* Anastasia sets mode: +v Hatbot
<Saul> OOC: Planning to drag Seryf away from the troll, then cast SHIELD.
<Darius> roll 1d10
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d10 and gets 2."12 [1d10=2]
<Saul> roll 1d10+1
* Hatbot --> "Saul rolls 1d10+1 and gets 7."12 [1d10=6]
> OOC - Okay. Normal intiative, Saul.
> roll 1d10 Serith!
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d10 Serith! and gets 1."12 [1d10=1]
<Darius> OOC- It's 1 with my mod.
> roll 1d10 EVIL TROLL
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d10 EVIL TROLL and gets 8."12 [1d10=8]
> Serith (4, tearing!) Darius (4, chopping!) Saul (7, dragging!) Troll (11, probably maiming!)
* Darius follows his roar with his blades flashing out!
<Darius> roll 1d20 (main hand)
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d20 (main hand) and gets 19."12 [1d20=19]
<Darius> roll 1d20-2 (off hand)
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d20-2 (off hand) and gets -1."12 [1d20=1]
<Darius> roll 1d8+3
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d8+3 and gets 6."12 [1d8=3]
<Darius> OOC- Plus 3 to that >.>
> The first blow again cuts into troll flesh with ample speed, snickering and slicing another bit of it's arm flesh away! The second misses, however, clanging against the podium and sticking right into it, sword stuck a few inches in!
> As this happens, Serith goes low, teeth flashing for it's legs!
> roll 1d20-3
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20-3 and gets 16."12 [1d20=19]
> roll 1d20-3
> roll 1d20-3
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20-3 and gets 8."12 [1d20=11]
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20-3 and gets -1."12 [1d20=2]
> roll 2d6+1
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 2d6+1 and gets 3."12 [2d6=1, 1]
> A sick biting sound as Serith bites into the leg of the troll, drawing a few small points of greenish liquid to come forth, her teeth tearing! It only rocks the troll lightly, hwoever, even as Darius slashes it's arm! OOC - Describe your action, Saul.
* Saul pulls up Seryf's damaged body by the arms, and quickly, but carefully drags her away from the ensuing melee. A snap of his fingers late summons up a useful shield spell, one which he fears is about to get more use than he ever wanted it to.
* Darius (~iron_drag@c-67-163-114-219.hsd1.tx.comcast.net) Quit (-=SysReset 2.53=-)
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* ChanServ sets mode: +o Darius
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> Meanwhile...
> Gavin and Elaine wait. Time to rest up and time to heal, recovery granted via rest and relaxation. OOC - You can rememorise spells if you want, Elaine. As this happens, your reprevie is disturbed. The dais you appeared on begins to glow, the air rippling as images of a battle come in fast forward. Of Seryf taking that sword and glove, of her fall and woundings, of Serith, Darius and Saul fighting! A voice, your ghostly hose chiming in as you watch! "Go...go to them. Step onto the dais..."
> ghostly host chiming in as you watch! "Go...go to them. Step onto the dais..."
> As this happens, the troll attacks the closest to it - Darius, slashing at it with thos edeadly, elven blood touched claws!
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 18."12 [1d20=18]
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 13."12 [1d20=13]
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 13."12 [1d20=13]
> OOC - What's your AC, Darius?
<Darius> OOC- 2.
> OOC - One hit. Just missed the 13s!
> roll 1d4+5
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d4+5 and gets 6."12 [1d4=1]
> You see Darius torn into - a gash on his arm, blood coming! OOC - Six damage to Darius, waiting on Elaine and Gavin now.
* Elaine sets mode: +o SirGavin
<SirGavin> "We must hurry, Elaine." Gavin charged onto the Dais.
<Elaine> "Yeah," Elaine agrees as she holds her improved sword at the ready, following after Gavin, and towards the aid of their friends!
> As Darius is torn into, pain flooding his world - at the top of the dais steps appear Gavin and Elaine! Appearing, a chance ot act! OOC - Both ofyou take a quick action then we'll go into initiative.
* SirGavin rushes in shield slamming the troll to back him away from the wounded party member.
<SirGavin> roll 1d20 to get some space!
* Hatbot --> "SirGavin rolls 1d20 to get some space! and gets 13."12 [1d20=13]
<SirGavin> OOC: Thac0 18...  hit AC 5?
* Elaine holds her sword at the ready, and as Gavin pushes the foul creature back, slices horizontally as she aims at the troll's eyes to blind it.
> OOC - Called shot at the eyes? Okay, roll for that then I'll describe what happens with both attacks. Missed, by the by, Gavin.
<Elaine> roll 1d20-2
* Hatbot --> "Elaine rolls 1d20-2 and gets 5."12 [1d20=7]
> The shield bash fails to seriously connect with the enraged troll, nor does the running following, a new and improved broad sword slashing at the eyes of the troll! What a crowded melee - Darius, Gavin and Elaine close, with Serith low! Yet the troll stands tall, roaring out! "Kill! Hungry! KO RELLA!"
> OOC - Initiative.
<SirGavin> roll 1d10
* Hatbot --> "SirGavin rolls 1d10 and gets 8."12 [1d10=8]
> roll 1d10 cute Serith-chan
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d10 cute Serith-chan and gets 2."12 [1d10=2]
<Seryf> roll 1d10
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d10 and gets 3."12 [1d10=3]
> roll 1d10 mean troll!
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d10 mean troll! and gets 4."12 [1d10=4]
<SirGavin> OOC: I go slow...  11.
<Elaine> roll 1d10
* Hatbot --> "Elaine rolls 1d10 and gets 8."12 [1d10=8]
<Darius> roll 1d10
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d10 and gets 8."12 [1d10=8]
<Darius> OOC- 12 with mods >.>;
<Saul> OOC - I go last because I cast bless HUZZAH
<Seryf> OOC - 7 WITH MODS.
<Seryf> OOC - Argh, caps lock hate.
> Serith (5, chomp!) Troll (6) Seryf?(7) Gavin(11, slicing?) Darius(12, cutting (Not a goth!)) Saul(Magicery!)
> Serith continues! Leaping up now, going for it's back, her front paws are out, claws ready as she makes a great feline lunge!
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 9."12 [1d20=9]
> It's an outright body slam attempt, paws first, but Serith misses! Instead she leaps over him and the pedestool, landing all the way on the other side of the dais! Growling angrily, radiating a hunter's fierce pride, Serith continues to stare down her prey!
> Focusing on one seemingly at random, Gavin is slashed at! Claws are at the ready, attempting to cut out the sweet Gavin meat from his canned casing!
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 6."12 [1d20=6]
> roll 1d20
> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 6."12 [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20 and gets 16."12 [1d20=16]
<SirGavin> OOC: AC -2
> Yet all three bounce of good Almekian steel, each ineffective! As this happens...
> It catches Saul's eye first - white light. Seryf begins to glow, her flesh repairing as her eyes open - but those are cold eyes, angry eyes - the eyes of a hunter, of an avenger. Holding her weapons Seryf rises despite her blood drenched front, standing again!
* Darius (~iron_drag@c-67-163-114-219.hsd1.tx.comcast.net) Quit (Ping timeout)
* Seryf growls, little to her mind besides the monster before her. Standing and beginning to run in one movement, Seryf charges the troll, blades flashing!
<Seryf> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d20 and gets 11."12 [1d20=11]
<Seryf> roll 1d20
<Seryf> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d20 and gets 9."12 [1d20=9]
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d20 and gets 14."12 [1d20=14]
<Seryf> roll 1d8+3
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d8+3 and gets 10."12 [1d8=7]
<Seryf> roll 1d8+3
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d8+3 and gets 7."12 [1d8=4]
<Seryf> roll 1d6+2
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls 1d6+2 and gets 8."12 [1d6=6]
<Seryf> OOC - 59 damage
> Sun glows like it's namesake as her first slash cuts deeply into the belly of the troll! A choked cry as a followup by Moon's clear force sword follows, then a third - a cut that half decapitates it, head hanging on by skin and blood mostly! Yet somehow the troll lives, staggering back wildly!
> OOC - Go, Gavin, and reactions ifyou want, PCs.
* SirGavin stares a bit stunned, though his battle training and remembering of trolls keeps him moving, sending two strikes quickly at the troll in a follow up attempt to make sure it goes down.
<SirGavin> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "SirGavin rolls 1d20 and gets 19."12 [1d20=19]
<SirGavin> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "SirGavin rolls 1d20 and gets 19."12 [1d20=19]
<SirGavin> OOC: i hit..o_o
<SirGavin> roll 2d4+3
* Hatbot --> "SirGavin rolls 2d4+3 and gets 10."12 [2d4=3, 4]
<SirGavin> roll 2d4+3
* Hatbot --> "SirGavin rolls 2d4+3 and gets 7."12 [2d4=2, 2]
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<SirGavin> OOC: 17 damage
* ChanServ sets mode: +o Darius
> A cutting slice into it's leg and then a follow around that nearly clips off it's arm, blood flowing free and green now! The troll staggers back further, near the edge of the dais and barely up, maimed far faster than it's body can keep up with!
<Elaine> "Seryf, you're alright!" Elaine says cheerfully, if not a bit surprised at the amount of damage the elf did. As Gavin proceeds to follow up on Seryf's damage, Elaine follows suit, pulling a dagger in her free hand, and making two strikes as well, one with each of her weapons.
<Elaine> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Elaine rolls 1d20 and gets 5."12 [1d20=5]
<Elaine> roll 1d20
* Hatbot --> "Elaine rolls 1d20 and gets 16."12 [1d20=16]
<Elaine> roll 1d4
* Hatbot --> "Elaine rolls 1d4 and gets 2."12 [1d4=2]
> A glancing blow, another cut across the face of the troll!
* Darius darts in towards his lost blade, snagging it, and then going to the attack.
<Darius> roll 1d20 (main hand)
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d20 (main hand) and gets 20."12 [1d20=20]
<Darius> roll 1d20-2 (Off hand)
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d20-2 (Off hand) and gets 15."12 [1d20=17]
<Darius> roll 1d8
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d8 and gets 2."12 [1d8=2]
<Darius> OOC-10 total for crit.
> OOC - 10 so far? Roll your normal hit damage, too.
<Darius> roll 1d8+3
* Hatbot --> "Darius rolls 1d8+3 and gets 6."12 [1d8=3]
> A dual series of hits! The first finishes the slicing of it's neck, sending the troll's head down and to the ground! The second slices into it's belly, a kickoff sending the troll's body to the ground and twitching weakly!
<Saul> The spell dies on the edge of Saul's lips, and he leans on his staff, just.. looking, and thinking.
> Even now, however, parts of the troll try to mend! As if trying to get ready to fight again it's body begins to heal!
<Darius> "I say we cut it's arms and legs off, too."
<SirGavin> "Fire or acid anyone?"
* SirGavin nods in agreement, striking at the limbs of the downed troll while he waits.
* Darius moves to hack away along side Gavin.
<Elaine> "Best I got are some candles," Elaine replies
<Seryf> Snarling, SSeryf races after the troll's head, only that part of her mind informed of the creature's anatomy operating. Dispelling the blade of force in her gauntleted hand, she takes out the vial of acid with her gauntleted hand, and smashes it on the troll's head with a mailed palm.
> So the two of them work - Gavin slices off the arms as Seryf douses the head in acid! A scream comes as both warriors dismember the trollish beast, a final scream as it's head is dissolved into nothing!
* SirGavin breathes in, looking around cautiously to see that they truly had a moment of peace.
* Saul gives everyone a quick once-over to see if anyone needs tending too.
> *three warriors
> As the troll dies it's final death, Seryf's body shines white-red a moment, and...OOC - System Shock check, Seryf.
<Seryf> roll d100
* Hatbot --> "Seryf rolls d100 and gets 56."12 [d100=56]
* Darius looks at Seryf and moves towards her..
<Elaine> "Seryf!" Elaine cries out as she notes Seryf's body shining again, also moving towards her.
* Saul just watches, concern and curiosity competing on his face.
> Seryf staggers, falling to her knees, Sun and Moon going lightless! (Seryf's HP is reset to 5 now.) But so it is peaceful, no more disturbances in this great chamber, as Serith strides up to Dariu sand Seryf!
* SirGavin reaches out to steady her. "Are you okay, Seryf?"
* Darius drops down to a knee and begins petting Serith, looking her over and keeping an eye on Seryf.
* Seryf elts out a thunderous sigh of relief as the energy and anger leave her, holding onto her new weapons. "Sure," she murmurs, smiling wanly at Gavin. "I feel like I was just run over by a herd of something, but...yeah, I'm fine."
* Elaine sighs with a bit of relief. "I'm glad you're okay. It was scary seeing you in the condition you were in."
<Seryf> "Corela wasn't kidding...she said the indoctrination and training I recieved towards orcs and how to kill them would shift to trolls," Seryf explains quietly, holding up the longsword in her hand. "And this was made to kill them."
<Darius> "'Ey, Seryf.. Come on, you'll ride Serith back. I think you need it more than I do."
> "Congratulations." This single word comes as a ghostly image climbs the stairs up. Only visible in the faintest sense, more of a feeling than a real thing.
* SirGavin helps Seryf up and nods, leading her to Serith.
<Saul> "Are you comfortable with that?" asks Saul, musing.
* SirGavin turns towards the image.
* Elaine turns to look at the image as well, waiting for it or one of her companions to say more.
* Seryf turns her head towards the voice, leaning on Gavin. "I'd...rather walk," she answers, smiling a bit.
> Serith is besides Seryf, looking up to her, offering her mounted side without reservation in this case...
* Darius grunts in response, simply laying a hand on Serith's head and watching the faded image.
* SirGavin nods and supports her "Have we finished the last of the trolls?" He asked the ghostly image.
> "It is done." Her image flickers and fades, "Even in warped form, you cleared two of my memories - the memories of finding the Greedslaker, the weapon that became Sun when blessed by Yunnus. The memories of Flenceburg, the long forgotten capital city of magic and it's great silver tower."
* SirGavin glances at Saul to see if he is going to come over and treat Seryf.
* Elaine blinks as she looks at the longsword by Seryf's side. "That was Greedslaker?" she asks in surprise, remembering the power of that sword.
* Seryf pats Serith, smiling a bit down at her. "No thanks," she replies, maybe just a touch deleriously. "Greedslaker?" she asks, blinking, and confused.
<SirGavin> "A sword Elaine encountered..." Gavin explained.
* Darius raises an eyebrow at the name and eyes the blade, interested in the story behind it, but not too much so right now..
> "Millenia and millenia ago..it still has a slight mind of it's own." A faint smile as the image blinks once more, "I go now, to rest...Saul. What little I will give you is that though forgotten...the Silver Tower of Flenceburg still exists in the Great Wastes."
<Darius> "Rest well, Lady. We'll meet again, in the after-life."
<Saul> "I've never heard of it before now," murmurs Saul, to himself.
* Darius mumbles to himself..
<Darius> "Which probably won't be too long with Saul around..."
> "Go no...go...." So the image fades, the pedestool where the sword and glove rested turning empty, melting away. In it's place is a portal, a hole in the air. Ahead you can see the elven village, waiting in the afternoon sunlight.
* SirGavin leads the crew out, supporting Seryf when she needs it.
* Saul glances around the room before he starts to move out. "Adventure, huh," he mutters, before walking out. "Honestly.. rest. We all need rest, I think."
<Seryf> "Yeah..." Seryf agrees, leaning a bit on Gavin continuously, and limping out.
* SirGavin looks about for any elves waiting for them as they head out into the light.
> So you head out! Sunlight, so wonderful now! Stepping out, you see the elven elder and his cats waiting, as well as...holy crap! At least a hundred elves are behind him as you appear in the shade of the great tree, all watching. He steps forward, looking to you and bowing deeply despite his age. "We welcome you back with open arms and relieaved hearts. After all these lifetimes, Corela has finally gone to sleep and the trial has been put to rest."
* Darius follows out last, turning and saluting the empty room one last time in a show of respect before going through the portal.
> The various elves watch on, green clad and curious if respectful and understanding - not an angry or disdainful face in the bunch, many watching with open fascination.
> trial has been put to rest."
<Seryf> "Thank you," Seryf murmurs, smiling and bowing as well as she can with still painful wounds in her side. "If we coudl...might we hold off any questions? I'd...be happy to answer them, but I must admit, much more and I'll fall over."
<Elaine> "Do you have any healers that can watch over Seryf?" Elaine asks with a bit of worry covering her face as she looks at the elder.
> A nod, "We shall take care of you all, and celebrate when you are ready."
> So you do! IT's the next noon when you gather again. Food and rest has happened, wounds cleansed away and sleep taken in graet heaping handfuls. Amid a great wood table with plentiful food and liquid so you should desire it, the group gathers. Serith rests between Darius and Serith, the two sitting by each other by insistence of feline.
<SirGavin> "So... what were your trials like?" Gavin broke the conversational ice.
> *Seryf
> Darius rests for now, hand supporting his head as he watches on, idly petting Serith as the conversation begins.
<Seryf> "I watched all of you before reaching that troll," Seryf hums, smiling a bit now that she's rested, but letting the others really answer for themselves.
<Saul> "It was.. ah.. that is," mumbles Saul, looking away.
<SirGavin> "Saul?" Gavin was surprised at seeing him so mumbly.
<Saul> "ialmstkilleddariusalongwiththetroll," says Saul, very fast.
<Saul> "Anyway! How was yours?"
<Elaine> "We met an old friend of Gavin's who did more damage than the troll did," Elaine grumbles.
* Elaine rubs her aching shoulder at the memory.
<SirGavin> "Ah...." Awkward silence...  "Well, yeah...  We were adventuring with Sir Sturm... or at least a copy of him that couldn't hold onto his sword."
<Saul> "Well then. Um. It's over and done with, now," says Saul, stupidly. "Perhaps we should think of what we intend to do in the future."
<Elaine> "I'm buying some potions when we get the chance. Not having you around with some healing spells was a painful experience," Elaine comments.
<Saul> "Mmm. Perhaps the temple back in town will sell them to you," replies Saul. "I imagine they would certainly be helpful."
* Darius eyes Saul with a slight glare without moving his head, but then looks back over to Elaine to pay attention to her story.
<SirGavin> "Well..."
<SirGavin> "The elves here may have some as well?"
* SirGavin guesses.
<Saul> "It can't hurt to ask."
<Seryf> "I need to ask them about a sheath, anyway," Seryf agrees, smiling wryly. "Corela's didn't survive the ages."
* SirGavin nods.
> It's a sound - a low pitched growl. Serith stands, putting her front paws on the table and looking full on at Saul. My, that's quite the growl and quite the unhappy feline look, all at poor Saul!
<SirGavin> "Where to from here though...regardless, we all came out alive..." Gavin eyes the cat.  "What's wrong with your tiger, Darius?"
* Saul ignores the cat, which is something he's gotten quite good at doing, since befriending Darius.
* Darius puts a hand on the scruff of her neck and takes a hold.
<Darius> "She's.. Uh.. Pissed."
<Seryf> "Calm down," Seryf murmurs to the smilodon, patting her.
> Slowly Serith does so, letting herself go back to the floor, but her eyes don't leave Saul the entire time before they duck under the table. So instructed, Serith curls up on the floor, pacing before resting.
<Saul> "I was more thinking about our overall plans," says Saul, over Serith's growling. "We still have to check on Demetrius, for one, but after that..."
* Darius looks at Seryf for a moment..
<SirGavin> "That tower.  We should investigate it.  It's quite possible it's not been ransacked yet."
<Darius> "You sure going back to Demetrius so soon is a good idea? Any clue how those little magic things will react to the sword and glove?"
<SirGavin> "Well, head back to Paxburg."
<SirGavin> "See if the whole lights and stuff have stopped."
<SirGavin> "No need to check directly if they have."
<Saul> "Seryf can wait outside. We still need to check on him," notes Saul. "Though.. hmm."
> As this happens, there is a knocking. Entering this large room is the elven elder, not waiting for a reply. Instead, slowly, "Visitors."
<Elaine> "Yes elder?" Elaine asks politely.
* Seryf looks up towards the entering elder. "Mm?"
* Darius hardens his gaze at the intrusive elder, though, not moving his head from the propped up position it's at.
<SirGavin> "Greetings." Gavin responded politely.
> "A visitor from outside has just arrived - he says a Sir Demetrius has sent him. Quite the overbearing human, but he asked for your group with a fairly well spoken description."
<Saul> "What a surprise. We were just talking about Demetrius," notes Saul. "Show him in, if you would?"
> "Alright. He shall be along shortly." With that he goes out, no one coming right this moment.
<SirGavin> OOC: Retcon paxburg to Cup'o'Orial
<Saul> "With all the people going in and out, I doubt this village will remain hidden for long," muses Saul.
* Darius grunts and turns back to the group.
<Darius> "I need food.."
> Entering is a human - a forest green tunic, familiar. Leather armor, cheaper than last time but clearly functional, familiar. A cheap sword, but worn the same way, familiar. Clean shaven, familiar. Lord Volte stands before you, mouth working before his eyes. "Hail, travelers, Sir Demetrius has...has..." In a moment of total and utter shock he stares at the lot of you, voice dropping into a far less manly baritone. "Y-y-you!?" His hand almost flies to the hilt of his longsword, cheap and taped with cloth, automatically.
<SirGavin> "Possibly... but a messanger and ..." He stopped suddenly, staring.
> "Y-y-you!?" His hand almost flies to the hilt of his longsword, cheap and taped with cloth, automatically.
<Saul> "How interesting. Please, 'Lord'. Do take a seat- oh, come now, there's no need for violence," says Saul, a hint of threat behind his last word.
* Darius growls in response and grips his hilts.
<Darius> "I've had a bad day, don't test my limits right now."
<SirGavin> "You seem distinctly less Jailed than when I saw you last." Gavin responded as he recovered from the surprise.
<Seryf> "..." Seryf laughs outright, a hand settling on the swords she refuses to give up. "Really now, such a wondrous incident, now isn't this?"
> "How...by..." Sputtering and eyes as big as pounded sheets of mythril, "Sir Demetrius cleared up that charge! As I said, my work is above minor laws such as that by the order of the Grand Dutchess!" So he sputters, spit flying in a totally undignified manner.
* Darius stands up to his full hight.
> Serith simply rises up, growling softly adn again putting her forepaws on the table.
<SirGavin> "Darius, it would be ungracious of us to get blood all over this guest room." Gavin reminded.
<Darius> "That's up to him."
<SirGavin> "More to the point, what message do you have from Demetrius?"
<Elaine> 'A plot twist! Oh this adventure sure is interesting...' Elaine thinks to herself as she grins devilishly amused.
<Saul> "Above the Grand Duchess," notes Saul, dryly. "That's quite some authority you have there. Good to see those above nobility out in the styx, slumming it up with goblins and hermits."
> Sputtering again and needing several breaths to recover, "S-Sir Demetrius send me to inquire on your progress." He sounds almost sullen now, as if caught with his hand in the jar. "As 'I will be delayed, as I had to clear up a misunderstanding with my unfortunatly encumbered to me relative.'
* Darius grins darkly at Saul's insult.
<Saul> "We were just returning to see him soon. Perhaps you'd like to join us?"
<SirGavin> "We are finished and would enquire in turn as to both Demetrius' fulfillment of his own mission and his interest in the success or failure of our quest here."
* SirGavin narrows his eyes slightly.
> "I...I...he said he'd be behind because he had to spend a day getting me out of that stupid cell," Volte finally spits that out. "He didn't tell me why, only that I had to do it or he'd turn me into a toad!"
<Saul> "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer that form?"
<Saul> "It could suit you."
<Elaine> "Well, he's already a toady. Not much of a step down," Elaine says in agreement with Saul.
> "N-No! Now that I-I...I've given this message, I shall depart! Sir Demetrius awaits!" With that, Volte turns in utter terror, fleeing as if he has all the hounds of the Hells after him.
<Darius> "Serith does enjoy animal meat to human.. Hmm.."
<SirGavin> "A pity." Sympathy devoid from his voice.  "Anyhow, I see.  He sent you such that we would not be annoyed...He does run fast." Gavin eyed, not chasing.
* Darius rubs his chin and glances between Serith and Volte..
> Serith growls but considers, stepping down from the table as the annoyance flees.
<Saul> "Curious, but ultimately inconsequential," says Saul. "We will merely need to be careful when we deal with this mage.. and hopefully, our business with him won't take long."
* Darius sits back down next to Serith and begins petting her, trying to calm her down and get her to relax.
<SirGavin> "I'd rather check with the knights in town and see if he's left on his own by the time we get back.  Less risk trekking through an empty castle and wasting an extra day that way."
<Saul> "We're hardly in a rush to be anywhere. Still, you have a point."
<SirGavin> "Anyhow...  I suspect though, taking a day to check here about that tower may be more productive, given that the elves probably kept better records of things associated with her quest."
> Serith lies down, quiet and trying to nap. Closing her eyes, the great cat seems content to let the world go on around her instead.
<Darius> "I vote for the 'staying here and relaxing while we find out about the tower' option."
<Elaine> "I'm with Darius. I wouldn't mind getting my shoulder some rest, and I doubt Seryf wants to do anything too difficult for a while either," Elaine states on her part.
<Darius> "Mainly the relaxing part, though."
<Saul> "I doubt there's much to find out about the tower here," notes Saul. "It's far away, in the Great Wastes to the northeast. It'll take us a long time to get there, if that's where we decide to head- right across the kingdom of Almekia."
<Seryf> "I'd like to do some studying about the sword, and find a sheath for it before we leave," Seryf snickers, nodding.
<SirGavin> "mmm, if we're passing paxburg, I should check in on our way."
* Darius begins picking at the burnt edges of his clothes..
<Darius> "I need to get some replacements, too.."
<Saul> "Northeast, Gavin. Paxburg is in the other direction," explains Saul, patiently. "We could return there.. I don't think we anticipated a trip so far afield. If we even decide to take it."
<SirGavin> "Ah...hmm...what are we talking about?  Weeks of journey each way?  Or months?"
<Darius> "Depends on how big the wastes are and how many clues we come up with, doesn't it?"
<Saul> "The wates are.. very big."
<Saul> *wastes
<Saul> "We certainly won't find it just by looking. We'll need to do research on the way.. and naturally, I suspect the best research can be done in the Northeast Dukedom."
<Saul> "There's no rush to get there, so we can take our time.. remember, though. The Great Wastes are named so for a reason. The weather is brutally cold in the Northeast Dukedom alone. In the Wastes.. it gets worse. Few things are known to survive there, and most people who enter never return."
<Seryf> "Wasn't that the kind of thing we were looking for when we got together on this?" Seryf points out, smiling a bit.
<SirGavin> "Mmm...  Then, perhaps we head by Paxburg, check up there, move to the northern wastes and purchase better equipment for the trip, and then head out there?"
<Saul> "Only the most foolhardy merchants and adventurers dare to cross them, and fewer still return..."
* Seryf nods to Gavin. "We should take our timne and prepare properly, and maybe even do a handful of things that catch our itnerest on the way, but if it's on par with the magic in Sun and Moon..."
<Darius> "So.. Here for a day or two, check up on the mage on our way to Paxburg, and then on to the Wastes?"
<Saul> "There's still our overall route to consider," notes Saul. "We can either head north, then east, or east, then north."
<SirGavin> "You're the trader, what would be the best route that takes us across a good city to buy supplies?"
<Saul> "North," replies Saul. "You must know. We can pass through the city of Almekia itself along the way. Anything we need, we can buy there... and the Grand Duchess rules the Northen Duchy, too."
<Saul> "If Volte truly serves her in some fashion, then that may be where he goes as well."
<SirGavin> "Mmm...  Letting the knights in that province know that the Grand Duchess' name is being used in petty theft eh...  I dunno.  Volte has been lying from the first moment we met him after all."
<Darius> "I wouldn't mind seeing him on a poster, personally."
<Saul> "I'm not so sure," says Saul, troubled. "He may be an actual lord, or at least a former one. You saw his equipment, it wasn't something some ruffian would have... granted, he could have stolen it, but I hesitate to make assumptions."
<SirGavin> "Well...  When we get there we can subtly ask about a lord volte...see what the word is there before revealing anything."
* Elaine yawns, not really interested in the course of the discussion right now. Looking towards Seryf, she asks, "So, what exactly do your weapons do?"
* Saul is now known as Carthrat-Sleeps
<Seryf> "The gauntlet, Moon, is indestructable...and I can make it form either a small shield or a shortsword out of force," Seryf muses, 'looking through' what information Corela dumped in her head. "Sun cuts trolls like they're butter...and seems to have some more basic enchantment on it."
<Darius> "Wow, you lucked out, didn't you?"
* Darius grins at Seryf.
<Elaine> "Did you get any gift from Corela, Darius? Gavin said he feels stronger and she enchanted my broadsword. She named it Silmara," Elaine says proudly as she shows off her changed broadsword.
* SirGavin smiles briefly at Elaine showing her new blade off.
<Darius> "She said something about the fires that burned me not harming me.. I felt some energy wash through me."
* Darius shrugs.