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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Sept 24, 2008 17:36:36 GMT 1
Ryxikor, standing diligent on his watch on the landing, sees a figure start down the steps. As promised, 'shooting first then asking questions', the elf lets loose his arrow, seeking the body of the grave robber.
Hmm, a slender body at that. And heavy, shiny armor. Not exactly the armor a grave robber would wear, I wouldn't think. He thinks to himself as he now focuses on the new-comer.
As Ryxikor quickly yanks another arrow free from its quiver, he yells, "Who are you? What's your purpose?" As the elf thinks they are the only ones here to help the small hamlet of Kingsholm
Attack stranger: 1d20(8)+5=13
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Post by lefty on Sept 24, 2008 18:01:21 GMT 1
The arrow thunks against the woman's armor and falls uselessly back to its deliverer.
The woman stops and turns, rather slowly and carefully, from respect of Ryxikor's prowess with a bow, or from her effort to remain perched on the ladder with so much armor, it is difficlut to tell.
"Stranger! Hold your attack so that we may talk! My name is Miriam, I am a cleric of St. Cuthbert here to join your cause, if I may! Ian Turnbrand sent me..."
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Sept 24, 2008 18:59:38 GMT 1
The elf pulls up short of launching another arrow, and releases his taut hold of the bowstring and slowly relaxes. He leaves the arrow nocked but otherwise lets go with his right hand. A little embarrassed at attacking that which sounds feminine, Ryxikor smiles reluctantly, "Ah yes, Ian sent you aye. My name is Ryxikor Ravensclaw." he says with a wink. The thief then winces as he looks down at his arrow, he picks it up to see if any damage was done to the sharpened point, if not he places it back in his quiver, otherwise, he tosses the useless stick to the side.
The wily rogue thinks back to when he first met up with these adventurers, and how he and Brettnor almost came to blows with them. He wonders what Brettnor might be doing at the moment, probably curled up in some monestary somewhere, glad to be in a safe place Then his mind wanders back to the first meeting between he and the priest, Brettnor. A chance encounter on the road, as the unlikely pair discuss plans, are set upon by a small band of koblods, ah... Brettnor fought so bravely against the little pests....then he snaps back to the present.
"Come join us, and tell us how you happened by the hamlet of Kingsholm."
After greetings are finished, and all have met, Ryxikor tries to usher the others into the next corridor, as he brings up the rear again.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Sept 24, 2008 20:14:08 GMT 1
Glad to have helped his warrior comrade defeat the skeletons, the wizard appears thankful to have received some divine healing. The arrival of the newcomer instantly grabs his attention as he scowls at Ryx's pre-emptive strike.
"Jukia!" extolls the dwarf! "Dearest Jukia! Descending from above like an angel of the outer gods! I knew it was you warding me safely against bony lupine harm!"
Odlin seems elated then quizzical as he takes another moment to look at the newcomer
"Stadvas, do my eyes mock me? This saviour is not our Jukia..." Odlin takes a couple of steps backwards and lapses in to silence, not even bothering to watch the stairs as they descend in to the dark. His smind clouds over with uncertainties as he lets his comrades parlay on his behalf.
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Post by Ilya on Sept 24, 2008 20:25:56 GMT 1
When the second skeleton turns to shattered, and, even more importantly, immobile bone, Stadvas smiles and congratulated his friend. "Thanks for the help, well done."
The warrior's face turns to rock when he sees the cleric and realises she is not anyone they know. He has to disappoint Odlin. "Sorry, it's not her." The dwarf's reaction fully awakens the memories of Jukia that Miriam's appearance only stirred.
After her disappearance and their former employer's betrayal, he chooses to be distrustful. "Miriam, sent by Ian, hm? Why should we trust you?" He keeps his weapon ready in case this distrust is well-founded.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Sept 24, 2008 20:32:49 GMT 1
A redness seems to cross the features of the young elf as he slightly turns his head to the side, or is it just the color off the flames of the torch.
But he suddenly tenses at the words of the warrrior. Hmmm, am I to easily trusting in others? he thinks to himself as he takes cue from the cautious fighter. Ryx peeks over his shoulder to make sure the sturdy dwarf is still.... sturdy.
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Post by lefty on Sept 24, 2008 20:57:58 GMT 1
Miriam nods curtly with a respectful, if not warm, greeting to Ryx:
"Pleased to meet you, Ryxikor."
To Odlin, she says nothing, but eyes the dwarf in a judicial way as he hallucinates.
When Stadvas asks how they could trust her, she shrugs.
"In truth, what can I possibly provide that would be evidence enough of my good intention? If it is in my power, I shall willingly provide it."
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Post by achinca on Sept 25, 2008 14:15:16 GMT 1
Miriam, a cleric of St. Cuthbert appears on the upper landing. The elf rogue is open to trust her but the warrior is more suspicious, especially after what Zlak did. The dwarf is confused, thinking Miriam was Jukia and the half-elf is silent.
OOC: Great RP so far. Loved reading it. Keep it up and there will be some XP for all if you continue at that level.
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Post by nodaisho on Sept 26, 2008 6:18:01 GMT 1
Augustine retrieves his bow and stows the wand. "This wand isn't going to last forever. If she is really a cleric of Saint Cuthbert, she needs to use that symbol to use her magic, correct? Check to make sure she isn't using any other holy symbol as she uses a spell. Maybe a healing one, on Stadvas?" Augustine then walks over to look down the next stairway, head out of view, and whispers to Odlin. "That armor looks thick. Do you have any spells that would help if she betrays us?"
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Post by Ilya on Sept 26, 2008 19:06:20 GMT 1
Stadvas was hesitant to have this so-called cleric cast her spells at him, but it would prove her words. And the recent bites hurt, so it was probably the best solution for their problem. With his flail still at the ready, he answered, "Yeah. Let's try it."
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Post by achinca on Sept 26, 2008 19:40:16 GMT 1
Augustine understand the value of a cleric and propose that she proves her honest intention by healing the wounded. Stadvas volunteers but his ready to strike.
Odlin is now more confused between Jukia and Miriam, not sur who is who.
Ryxikor stays there, wondering if he trust women too easily.
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Post by lefty on Sept 26, 2008 20:25:48 GMT 1
With a curt nod, Miriam slowly pulls out her holy symbol, indeed a silver cudgel set against a silver circle that is the typical symbol of St. Cuthbert. Holding it in one hand, she places the other gently on the shoulder of the warrior and closes her eyes.
Stadvas experiences a slight searing silver heat and feels a bit better.
Cast Cure Minor Wounds on Stadvas.
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Post by Ilya on Sept 28, 2008 19:30:26 GMT 1
The warrior inspects the healed wounds, and then the rest of his body, to check if there aren't any 'side effects'. There appear not to be, so he nods to show that he is okay and she was not lying. His face even reflects a bit of gratitude for her help.
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Post by achinca on Sept 29, 2008 18:17:40 GMT 1
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Sept 30, 2008 1:27:10 GMT 1
Ryxikor stands waiting on the others......
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