Pathfinders - Honor of the Fallen

[JayTee]

With the mage under assault, Roland turned his attention to the advancing elves. Gathering up another spell, Roland extended his hand, palm up with fingers extended, before clenching it in to a fist. "Hold." He said, as black tentacles erupted from the ground in the center of the approaching attack line.


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Casting Black Tentacles.

 

[DarkDan1100]

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Chase frowned and pushed the attack again, not sure why he kept tripping over his own feet unless he was just getting unlucky, he unleashed another flurry of blows against his target, catching sight of an archer aiming at him he prepared to deflect the arrow at the end of his combo should he need to.






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[Orikanyo]

Switching his focus to the spearmen he began to unleash his hail of arrows upon the magus in the back. "Think your tricky eh? But not enough to trick an arrow!"

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last arrow not rolled for dam as fumble.


Though confident, he fumbles the last arrow, perhaps letting go before he was fully ready to pull or simply lashed his arm with the string.

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @SephirothSage


The spell dancer grins, flying fowards at a breakneck pace- for less than half a second, as Mira's blade rakes into his chest, and four arrows burrow in his front, spiraling into his throat and visage, whilst the final arrow thuds ineffectually on the ground before Shara's feet. The Magus gurgles and hisses, as tarry, clotted blood spews from the newly formed gaps in it's circulatory and respiratory systems. Some falling into the same jagged holes it bursted from as the arrows worm their way deeper in from the struggling swordsman's convulsions. He falls, gasping and retching desperately, his spells fizzling out as he suffocates on his own blood.


@JayTee


The spear-men are distracted by the felling of their leader, are caught off-guard by the tendrils, which worm their way around the sinewy beasts once known as elves, binding their arms and legs whilst they struggle, shriek, and gnaw.


@DarkDan1100


The swordsman smirks, staying out of reach, giving the occasional taunting slash in return, before perking up at the death-rattle of the magus, and turning tail to sprint off into the streets. You manage to deflect the archer's attempted stab in the back, before he, too, coldly turns to flee, giving little care for his stranded colleagues.

 

[SephirothSage]

A lazy smirk, as she pauses on the balls of her heels- then snaps back forwards as the body starts to fall. As the Magus starts to fall..? She's already lunging in. She sheathes her sword, then reaches forwards- her claw-like hand reaching into the hole she ripped open with her sword, to grasp at his heart- clench her fist... and rip it out.


Her intent, if she's not stopped, is to begin her ritual- as the heart is torn free and she starts to bring it to her lips; not thinking much at all of horrifically mutilating the corpse in such a casual motion- even as the others flee, and a feral snarl escapes her.

 

[Orikanyo]

Eyes looking down at his last shot he sighed slightly, disappointed in his small blunder... What was he? A novice? Everyone gets a bad shot now and then but that was... just plain disappointing.. hopefully nobody saw that. Don't want people laughing at him now, he had to keep some sort of visage going if he was to be a true angelic knight... or.. should he simply ignore it?


Well, last he saw Mira had gotten a hit in aswell, best he congratulated her.


Looking up with a smile he looked towards the woman. "good work mi....ra....aaa...." his look of pride and happiness for their victory suddenly changed to.. intense worry and surprise... was... she...


....she... she was...


yep that was definitely his...


....oh... dear...

 

[JayTee]

"Before you defile the corpse further." Said Roland, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Allow me a moment to examine the body. A magician like that should have some notes or a journal on hand that might help us, and I'd prefer to not get blood on it." Assuming of course, the magician wasn't some half-wit sorcerer or channeler of divine magics. They rarely kept notes worth a damn.

 

[TacoMann]

@JayTee


You find no notes, journal, or scrolls on the elf's corpse. It takes a moment before you realize the inscriptions upon the blood-soaked cobalt plates strapped to the mage, are not journals or markers as the previous tablets read, but intricate notes and scrawlings. It would take awhile to interpret, and awhile to read. Still, the 3 remaining spearmen struggle against their bindings, until one cuts loose, turning to aid his brothers, then giving a primal shriek to the air, which his brothers echo, before they leap atop a spire, and sprint off in to the night.

 

[DarkDan1100]

Chase frowned, "Damn things are fast." he grumbled to himself as he walked over to the rest of the group. He didn't look very impressed with Mira's blood ritual but didn't comment on it, he had no sympathy for these monsters, "So how long will it take to make sense of..." he began looking at the writings on the tablets, yeah he had no idea what those were, at all, "...whatever this is." he finished, directing the question at the wizard.

 

[Orikanyo]

"Ah... erhm... yes we should... figure out what it is... indeed..." Shara-kier stated as he made glances towards mira's... ritual... Some tribes would perform such acts if he remembered, they weren't... exactly nice... but apparently they were to honor a kill? To... make one stronger?


Either way... he was... was wary of this new... turn of events.


Even more so that he was already keeping an eye on the woman... While he was taught to be... accepting, of foriegn practices should they seem abit strange... this was... strange, to say the least.


"...oh dear..." he bit his bottom lip in worry, looking to the ground in thought.

 

[SephirothSage]

Mira brings the heart to her lips; and rips her teeth into it- then swallows a mouthful of blood, and grimaces as she throws the heart to the side; taking in the sins and soul of the body; visible darkness seething from the corpse- a peaceful and empty expression on the corpses face as she drains away all there is- and offers it up on an alter within her soul..


She spits out- then grimaces.


She looks over the crowd- noting their expressions, then grunts.


"..Don't ask. I don't like to talk about it." She grumbles- as she turns to look around, trying to abruptly end that issue... before stooping to examine the tablets the Magus was wearing.

 

[DarkDan1100]

Chase raised an eyebrow, he may be playing nice but he just couldn't let a remark like that slide, "If you don't want people talking about something you really shouldn't do it in front of them." he remarked dryly. The monk didn't bother attempting to examine the tablets further, he wasn't a linguist and he certainly didn't know much about how magic worked, let alone how to read magical writings, so instead he stayed vigilant for sneaking threats.


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[JayTee]

Roland smiled to himself as his party goggled uncomprehendingly at the texts. "Stand aside, please." He said, gently but forcibly pushing them out of the way, so he could spread the tablets out neatly on the ground. "In answer to your question." He said, responding to Chase as he reached in to his pack for a scroll. "I should have an understanding of the text..." There was a small ripple in reality as the spell took hold. "Now."


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Spell scroll: Comprehend Languages

 

[Orikanyo]

Shara-kier, a man who has seen quite abit in his adventures, was now thoroughly spooked, can't say fearful, for his aura prevents such, but unease was the closest thing he could provide at the moment. "...I...see...?" he managed to squeeze out as he kept a good bit of distance between him and the heart eater... He hoped that she didn't do this with... every battle they came into.


Though, possible they come across things without hearts in the future... Would... she eat something else on it? Like a ozze, would she eat a part of it if she killed it? Don't think that would be very healthy... unless... was there a way to actually cook oozes? he remembered hearing about a adventuring guild that attempted to create meals and dishes out of strange monsters... Last he heard is that they made a meal out of a rust monster, had to use wooden cutlery to serve it though.


A hydra steak was apparently really good, had a taste that was fishy but still like chicken. Dragon is also a very good dish to apparently, with each part of it having a different interesting texture and ways to cook it. With varying tastes depending on the dragon itself! Though it was usually red that was served then any other... as eating a good dragon was... well.. really bad.


they tended to stay away from humanoid, since it was mainly taboo, but last he heard they had managed to take down a chuul, which tasted much like lobster, figures as much but nice to know.


What was the name of this guild though... the iron stomache? An odd lot, but well itnentioned...


...but he doubted Mira was a part of that guild...


...or... was she simply one of the more stranger members?


...Heres to the silent hope she was, he always wanted to partake in one of those strange meals... So long as it wasn't to weird.

 

[TacoMann]

@JayTee


It is indeed, an intricate listing of spell-runes. It will take a good deal of time to copy them into your spellbook, and translate them into a spellcasting formula you're familiar with, but it should prove do-able with some time.


@Orikanyo @JayTee @SephirothSage @DarkDan1100


The howls of the beasts across the night grow quieter, as the elves scamper off. The occasional feral cry or blood-curdled scream echoing from the city's edge. The elves scattered to the rusted cobalt beneath the blank blackness above. A horrific echoing roar that lingers, echoing with the wind silencing all for the next good while.

 

[Orikanyo]

"...Well... We've cleared away the riff raff it seems, appears taking down their leader is a good way of making them scatter." the knight stated as he gave a once over on the horizon. "Though... whatever made that roar is something I'd rather not meet. let us make haste after we are done here. Roland, what have you found? do we need to bring the armor with us?" he asked as he stared down at the strange scrawled armor, it meant little to him, but perhaps it was more to his wizard compatriot.


"Let us hope they remember this lesson for a good while, and let it be the last time they cross us." the man sighed as he went over to find one of the archer's corpses to replace some of his arrows.. or atleast pry some out. Though, it was noticable that he was keeping now a good eye on Mira, a worried look crossing his face... just who was she...?


@TacoMann and the others.

 

[SephirothSage]

Mira closes her eyes- and nods along at the others, letting their words wash over her. Of course... as ever, she is scorned for who she is. It's fair enough, she supposes, as she can feel the distaste in the others gazes. She sighs- a tired sound escaping her..


As inwardly- she consults her patron on the depths of that souls secret; her eyes glazing as she falls in to flank Shara'Kier from the shadows beside her....


As she consults the Magus's soul's well of information on a few key points.


First and Foremost...?


'What did you fear, in this place. What was 'bigger' than you'.

 

[JayTee]

"Definitely a productive encounter." Roland said to himself as put the tablets in his haversack for later study. Even if the spells turned out to be of limited use to him, there was always a secret or two about the arcane hidden away in another mage's work. "The metal plates are etched with spells that I may be able to make use of later." He said, standing up. "I'm curious as to what magic could be researched in this broken plane, but that's a question for another later. Moving seems a wise use of our time at the moment."

 

[Orikanyo]

"...Umm..."


The woman practically disappeared from his gaze... he didn't exactly feel threatened but... well... Her disappearing act wasn't helping his worries...


still...


..Perhaps she was simply... watching out for them all?


Maybe he should stop this foolishness, they were compatriots, she performed her job remarkably and should be praised for her work, not feared. How could he, so very rude of him... even if she did tear out the things heart and... He didn't finish that thought since his stomache rolled...


Regardless... he must keep things civil.


"Mira, are you there?" he asked as his eyes scanned around for his team member. "Just wish to say... Well done in that battle, it was a joint effort taking down that creature, thank you for your help. It is a pleasure to have you with us, the same with you two aswell, hopefully all battles will continue to be like that one, and perhaps even smoother then this." he spoke to the woman he couldn't see, then to the others to spread the encouragement, so he didn't seem to be... well...


He didn't want to seem like that guy.


Falling quiet again as he awaited someone else's words, he began to pick up arrows. Mira isn't bad, abit frightening... but not bad......


The wizard, Roland, seems alright, and is right on the action of moving, once he finished picking up what he can find, he will go.


And the other man, Chase was it? Abit early to judge. So he has little to go on...


Guess the same could be said about all of them... Perhaps they might even mistrust him to?


[shara'kier goes to pick up sticks.]


@SephirothSage @DarkDan1100 @JayTee @TacoMann

 

[DarkDan1100]

Chase frowned, "I don't like that any of them got away, we need to be able to kill them better than this if we want to survive." he said simply, the fact the one he specifically had been fighting got away was annoying him the most.

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @DarkDan1100 @SephirothSage @JayTee


Shara finds his arrows somewhat difficult to remove. The tissue of the elves is raw muscle and sinew, whip-y and tight.


From the pit of Mira's stomach, answers are granted by her grizzly ritual.


The night sky tints its blackest yet, as midnight is reached. The countdown until daylight approaches, and the halfway mark to the passages outside the city has yet to be reached.


Do you press on? Seek shelter? Perhaps try and salvage supplies from the godless black wrecks of Cobalt about you?





...you could simply give up. It may as well be hopeless.

 

[JayTee]

Roland looked at the dark of the sky above and frowned, noting the new time limit. "We should start looking for shelter soon." He said, taking a quick look at the area around them. "I don't relish being caught outside unprepared when the sun comes up."