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Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Sira The Piercing Eye...Hah, that name would only serve as a bitter reminder of a day, a life, a home, that no longer existed. She was just Siralai now, one of two lone survivors who had survived the decimation that left her birth place as nothing more than ashes, death, and destruction lay in its place. Born, raised, tempered...her life, her entire life, had been in Kall'atha. It had only been a matter of time, she knew, but that didn't lessen the pain in her heart as she stood with The First, Alianae, on the steppes of the Mountains that overlooked what had been home. Sira had been silent, eyes watching, staring, when The First's voice had broken through her stoic mindset. Siralai...we should march. Kall'atha is gone now. We should not fight these...things any longer, we only waste our strength. She wanted to argue, her determination to see these creatures dead heading her emotions even her hand twitched, as if she might, but she silently lowered her eyes and nodded instead. She could take a lot, but the battle had sapped all but the strength to keep her standing. Dirty, battle worn, and emotionally defeated, she and The First had left that life behind despite how much of their life it had been, for Sira it had been her only life, the only one she had ever known. By the time they reached Hamsharil, she had buried what ever bits of her despair beneath the layers of her strength, her determination, her willpower to see that those monsters drowning in their own blood. She was not a vicious woman, or a vengeful sort, but she felt like it was all that could keep her together. We should rest, Alianae perhaps I can get us a room at the INN, Siralai finally spoke as they made their way into the city, emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted from the ordeal. They walked to the INN where Sira helped The First sit on a bench outside of the INN. You stay here, take a breather, I will secure us a room - you know me and my silver tongue, she joked, trying to find a bit of herself beneath the surface of the boiling cauldron of her emotions. Her meager coin wasn't likely to get them a room, but if Sira could do one thing right now, getting them a room with that meager coin would be it. You expect to get a room with this? The Innkeeper was looking at her skeptically, shuffling the meager amount of coin in his dirty hands. It's all we got, what with the darkspawn leveling our home to ash and rubble. Surely you wouldn't leave a poor young woman on the street, would you? Sira questioned, a frown pouting her pretty pink lips, her long lashes lowering a bit as she looked at the Innkeeper with a sorrowful expression. I've lost everything I've got...surely the last amount of coin I have would be enough. The man sighed and muttered, Maker save me, before he nodded and took the coin, sliding the bits of them into his coin purse. He took a key from the hooks behind him and handed it to her. Just don't give me any trouble elf, alright? Yes'sir, she said with a sweet smile, before taking the key back outside and handing it to The First. We're all set.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Ismal looked around quietly as he looked up at the sky above him for a moment. He had been traveling for a while now, on this road, it wasn't anything overly specially or anything, just a simple dirt road that led over the countryside. It had been a enjoyable walk to take, and something to do to pass the time as well. He looked around quietly stopping for a moment and took in a deep breath of fresh air. Smiling a bit as he looked ahead, his oynx eyes spotted a town, ahead, a place to rest and relax for a least a little while. He walked quietly and slowly into town, his back on his shoulder, the dark haired young mage was curious as it what was going on in the town. He walked in on the path, which lead to the main road of town, rather quickly. He could notice various people walking along the trail, his eyes spotted a number of them passing bye as he made note of whom they were, and what they were doing. A observational habit of his own, as he slipped on past them and went towards the Inn. It was best to find a place to stay for the night. He knew if he hadn't that he could be in for some possible trouble later on. He had trained a lot, but he still loved to learn new things, and by observation, he was able to pick up on a number of new things normally. He looked around noticing that there were a group of people inside the inn already and noticed the make up of the group. He walked up to the counter where the innkeeper was and then around for a moment, with almost a confused look on his face, Well now, um do you have any room available for use, he asked with a polite tone as he stood there for a moment, waiting for a reply. He figured if there was a room, he best take it, and if not, he better figure something else he could do for logging for the night. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he waited for a response by the innkeeper about the room situation.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

The Innkeeeper, who had just set down four glasses of his 'special' reserved ale, grinned as he noted another mage had just entered the room. A strong dwarf, a warrior human, two elves and now another mage. The prize just leaped! His happiness could be seen in his eyes, though frankly one could easily put it off as happiness that a new person had entered his rather decrepid abode. The tall, rotund gentleman placed a small copper key onto the table afore the tall, raven-haired mage, and then simply pointed towards the roof. There is a bed free..you'll have to share with them, though he chuckled, toppling his balding head towards the dwarf, the odd female elf talking to her pet wolf, the even odder female elf talking to a -plant-, and a tall male wielding a massive blade. A great group, huh? He placed next to the key his..special spiced drink, alcohol free, for the boy to consume. Yajirobe 1. Drink the poison. 2. Elemental Proficiency Use your fire magic to superheat the poison out of the drink.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Thanks to Snowe's fantastic explanation to me I finally understand what she intended. If you need a little more clarification I can try to offer my understanding Its a stat for stat versus concept. The opposing stat versus your relevant stat a skill check essentially. You take the score of your stat and then add the die roll. To determine die type, you figure out the minimum score to roll and then pick the corresponding die. I.E if you need at least a 2, roll a d4, need a 3 a d6, a 4 or 5 roll a d8, and so on and so forth. Then add the result to the stat. And that's all folks 3 Poison Strength 25. Constitution 28, 1d4 2. 282 30, 3025- Test succeeds Valin looked on in curiosity at the innkeeper as he took a quick look at the small procession that formed within the confines of the inn. Only one room? Now that seemed rather odd especially for a place that was supposed to be an inn. Though knowing nothing of Orliesian customs he let out a soft shrug as a response. He turned to the dwarf who sat next to him and then looked to the two elven woman that he remembered seeing outside just a few moments ago. And now a man in magic robes sauntered in and got the same story. Valin shrugged a second time. He knew it was going to be somewhat uncomfortable with this many people in a single room. However he really wanted to sleep in at least a covered building for the upcoming night. Seeing as there were no other options he turned to the dwarf. I'm alright with it if you are sir...And what about the rest of you? I can sleep on the ground just fine. He asked aloud. And then something odd happened. The innkeeper, a proprietor who wanted to make some coin, offered all of them a free drink. This was very odd in deed considering that Valin had only ever heard of someone doing such a thing if they were drunk or if they really needed the business, and it seemed to him that this man had one of the few remaining businesses of this nature around. However Valin wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth as he lifted the cup, said his thanks, and let the liquid slip down his throat. He let out a contented sigh and looked onward. The drink was surprisingly bitter and a tad sour but at least to his palette it was refreshing enough. That was rather bitter... He said out loud almost complaining about its taste as he lightly smacked his lips together.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

The Innkeeper's sudden enthusiasm to give them drinks on the house made Siralai wary, at first. She nodded to each of them when they deemed to speak to her, keeping back a little, not exactly the type of person to open up to a group of complete strangers though it seemed apparent that the Innkeeper was determined to stick them all in one room together. Oh joy. Her slim fingers took the glass and she started lifting it to her mouth, before she sniffed and stopped. Option 1, Nature's Child. If there was one thing the elf knew, it was herbs. The mixture in her glass was a potent one, obvious to the Mage who complained of its bitterness. Poison, no doubt, she was sure. Slowly, she set the glass back on the counter before her and gave the Innkeeper a almost secretive smile, a slight up tilt of her pink lips. I'm not all that thirsty, my apologies for turning down your hospitality, she said, though her eyes showed him she knew exactly what it was that was going on here. I prefer to see my drinks made. A subtle hint here and there, set the sneaky Innkeeper on his toes. Being an elf and all, I'm sure you understand.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Garund was in mid drink when he heard the innkeeper say that there was only one room. He set his drink down with a clank, some of his foaming beverage sloshing over the top of the metal mug. He reached up, wiping the suds that were left from the ale off his beard. Really? One room? He looked around to the others in the inn at the moment, then back at the innkeeper. Well, if that was not war profiteering, Garund didn't know what was. Luckily he had a good bit of coin on himself, much of it liberated from the dead he had found along the road today. They were dead, they didn't need it. His eyes slowly drifted over to the human male who had just gotten one of the keys and was at the bar. The dwarf took another drink, then spoke to the man. Well lad, if there aren't enough beds, I ain't sharing one with you, he said, then took another drink. The innkeeper disappeared for a moment and then returned, looking happy, far to happy then a man who's city and livelihood were under threat should. And, to top it off, he offered everyone a free round of drinks. Garund sniffed the drink, his face screwing up a bit. Ugh, Elvish, he said to himself under his breath. He noticed how the young warrior down the bar had quaffed his free drink, so he slid his down to the young man, There lad. Drink up. Looks like you need it more then I. It was then that he heard more steps in the inn, glancing over his shoulder to look at the door. He took in the young looking human male who was walking in, noting that he was a mage. Great, another person to share the damned room with , he thought to himself. But his attention was caught by one of the elves when she spoke, saying that she preferred that her drinks were made in front of her. What the hell had she been implying there? He glanced back to the innkeeper, his eyes narrowed a bit, then he hopped down off of his stool. He slowly moved over to the two elven women, inclining his head to them a bit. Ladies, we have not met yet and, considering we will be sharing a room, it seems only appropriate. I am Garund Ortan. He straightened up, smiling, then glanced to the archer's pet. Nice looking animal you have there, he said, trying to break the ice.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

The young mage smiled and as he took the drink, but his eyes traveled to the others who were around himself as he looked at them. He paused, sharing a room with four people, that was a bit different, he had to admit to himself. Yet, at the same time, he might learn something as he looked at them all react to there own drinks. They seemed a decent enough group as it were. He blinked as he idly though about it, not even noticing that he was super heating his own cup with his hand, a bit nervous about the prospect of sharing a room with 4 strangers. He blinked as he looked at the drink and laughed weakly to himself, having ruined the drink by super heating it. I am not in need of a drink after all. Well that was foolish of me, he commented as he then shook his head and then smiled, I am up for sleeping wherever there is a spot for me, if it is with them, I guess I will have to make due, he commented with a bit of a upbeat tone as he looked over at the group whom he had arrived oddly at the same time or near the same time as and nodded his thanks to the innkeeper as well. He sat back and went into observation mode to learn more about the various people he was sharing a room with. Remaining rather quiet as a whole.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

It was rather apparent at that point, that the Innkeeper had been up to something sinister all along. The noise made her ears twitch, her white wolf at her side beginning to growl at the man as he snapped his insult at her companion. She made move to calm him, ease his sudden unease and anger at the man who dared to speak to them like that, dared to threaten. As soon as she touched his pelt, the door slammed open bouncing off the wall with a resounding crack, the loud noise almost too sharp for her ears. She growled, her feminine features pulling into a scowl as her hands rested on the hilts of her concealed daggers. Her eyes darted from body to body, doing a quick count, but it wasn't long before she realized that, even with their new acquaintances, they were sorely outnumbered. That was only what she had counted inside she knew there were more outside. No bandit worth his salt would leave a building unsurrounded, giving their prey a chance to escape. She nodded to Alianae's words as much as she hated the notion, they had no choice but to flee. Alianae's magic gave them the opportunity. Go! She said to the others, the humans and the dwarf, throwing out her hand toward the stairs. Worgen her wolf was snarling now and she could feel his anger, his need to tear apart the intruders that dare to harm her she had always understood him, a connection that had proved invaluable. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the stairs, Worgen hesitating only a moment before he turned and followed Alianae. Her slim hands pulled out her bow, stringing an arrow as she made a break for the stairs, moving up them with back pedaling steps that allowed her an eye of vantage point as their group moved to make their escape through the second floor. Got to love the WoW reference. snickers XP
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Damn...I thought that tasted a little too bitter... He said softly almost berating himself for drinking it as the group made the contents of the glasses known. It must have been a very weak poison or it was terribly made. As he thought about it he assumed that it was a little of both. As he heard the dull ringing of a bell he perked up his eyes, using them to trail across the rather small confines of the bar that surrounded the rather small group of people now huddled together. Valin grew a small knot in his stomach as he heard the familiar and yet haunting sound of clacking metallic boots as they hit against the rough ground. He couldn't tell where they were coming from but knew he was in for something that he would rather not be at this point. He watched as a secret door opened and a flood of men surged forth and into the room. He watched with utter defeat as the horde of men plunged into the confines. The shock alone of how many men there were became a rather all consuming thought. He weighed the rather ridiculous odd in his head. There had to be at least 50 or 60 of these...Bandits in the lower floor, and the maker only knew how many there were outside. He then darted to the room around them. As well as himself there were four other people. Sure at least one of them was a mage, and the dwarf and elves seemed more then capable. However those odds were rather off. Seeing that a fight was less then a perfect idea he turned his mind quickly to finding a way out. His eyes trailed over to the stairs and seeing as it was one of the few uncovered spots left he saw it as their one and only option. It didn't seem to matter however as one of the elven women used some form of magic that caused nature itself to rise up through the ground and create a barrier between the bandits and the small crowd of people. He turned quickly and drew his weapon as he made his way to the stairs. It was as if his aura changed and the expression returned to one of assertion. Quickly Everyone up the stairs! I'll bring up the rear! Move! He shouted to the group pointing to the stairs as he re gripped his greatsword. As soon as the others were up he followed directly behind letting his heavy boots carry his feet as fast as they could to get away from this nightmare that had formed out of nowhere.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Before he could get an answer from either elf the mage stood, speaking to the innkeeper. Garund's eyebrows furrowed. What in the name of the paragons is going on!? The innkeeper called the elf mage a knife ear, which the dwarf knew to be a rather hateful racial slur. He looked between the two of them quickly, trying to piece things together. What in blazes did I get myself into!? Then, he received his answer. The wall beside the door slammed down and the battle seasoned dwarf turned to face this new threat, already drawing his weapons, hand axe in his left hand, falcata in his right. His eyes moved quickly as he counted the enemies facing them, a small smile creeping onto his lips. well, I'll have some new scars after this... But then the elves both began to yell about fleeing and soon the human warrior's voice was joining the call. The dwarf looked to the bandits, then to the two tender elves who were making their escape. There was no debate in his mind about what he should do go with the women. He did not do this out of a sense of chivalry, far from it. Garund respected women, especially those that picked up the blade, but he was still a male and, so far, the two elves, even though they had basically ignored him to this point, were certainly more inviting then the bandits. As he backed up quickly towards the stairs he glanced towards the innkeeper, considering throwing his hand axe, but decided against it. His left heel hit the bottom stair and he turned, running up them after the elven maidens. Once he reached the top of the stair he turned, making sure that the two humans still below hadn't already been overrun. When he didn't see any bandits rushing up he glanced too the elves, speaking quickly, Keep moving! Find a way out!
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

He looked around and could sense a danger that was around. He blinked as he heard the words, that confirmed the treat there was to him. His eyes looked around, great he walked into a trap,most likely set just for the elves, what horrible, luck, he thought to himself. He looked around wondering for a moment what he should do. He blinked as he heard the word, go from one of the others. He looked up and then took a deep breath as he would remember this hopefully failed attempt to kill him. He didn't see this one coming when he started his day, actually, this stuff really never happened to him, so he was rather surprised, but he figured he would have to adapt fast to this. He blinked as he rose up and then moved as fast as he could following the group. He wanted out of this place, but he figured oddly he was going to have to trust and work with this group of strangers, and hope that everything turned out just fine. He prepared himself for fighting if the need came, he figured the wood in the building would lit up on fire rather easy and would be his chief number one target.
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

Well, I suppose this is one way of experiencing new places. Alianae chuckled coldly as she fled up the few flights of stairs towards a large area of wood-walled rooms surrounded on all sides by forest, as this was infact an elven city. She shifted her form form one side to another, and slowly raised her left hand to gently rub it against her forehead. Which way shall we head? she questioned the other, noting the numerous exits to the various floors, and the pattering feet of numerous dozens of elf-hunting humans attempting to kill andor rape each of the people in the hallway. She noted an open window to one side, half-closed in haste after the group had originally appeared, and formed a plan. Siralai! A'haran Nihil! Siralai, The Woods! she cried in elvish, something she seemed to do many times over when she had a rather genius plan. She turned and, to make sure the rest of the group did not have the stupid idea of trying to help her little ploy, she formed a mass of earth and grass to block the wall. Don't worry, you'll see your time! she noted as she turned and leapt from the window, stopping dead just a few feet short on a large stone fence and then running atop this to a small area one could see from the window that the large group of bandits could see straight through. The footsteps suddenly stopped..and then they turned around and ran the other way, down the stairs. There was now only one way to go for both Alianae and for the group. --- Alianae 1. Cry like a bitch and run in circles. 2. Lure the enemy into my trap! --- Siralai 1. Nature's Child Use your tracking skills to track the the worn-in footsteps heading straight for..a wall? 2. Use flaming arrows to light the staircase on fire. Can aide Yajirobe 3. Head towards the roof. 4. Head to roof window to aid Alianae with bow --- Garund 1. Head towards roof 2. Head towards roof to find an exit 2. Chop down wooden walls near staircase to provide firewood 3. Guard windows to make sure no enemies get through. 4. With Valin, heroicly dive from the roof down the side of the building and into the midst of the enemy like a baws --- Ismal. 1. Aid Siralai in setting fire to firewood on stairs. 2. Attempt to collapse part of roof onto enemies with fire magic. 3. Head towards roof window and aid Alianae with ranged magics. 4. Head towards roof to find an exit --- Valin 1. Head to roof to scout enemy 2. Guard the passages 3. Chop down walls for use it burnination 4. With Garund, epicly leap from roof onto the enemy below and go all rambo on them. Sorry for the wait! Been sick as hell. Also, doesn't seem like cevl will join us, he was banned for being underage. He even put it in his account..I mean srsfaec?
Thread: The Sixth Blight: Act One: Five souls, Five beginnings

So sorry about the long delay I got busy, on top of my kids and I are sick. Sorry! Siralai watched as The First moved and, on instinct, the elven ranger was commanding Worgen to follow. Go! A slim finger pointing in the direction, the wolf jumping at once to do her bidding. The wolf bounded up and over the barrier of earth Alianae had created, a fierce rumbling growl echoing through the air. Siralai wasn't about to let her friend go through on of her ploy alone, a sharp gesture made her wolf bound back, and instead she ran toward the roof. The roof, go! she cried out to the others that had followed her. She had her Hunter's Bow out and notched an arrow. Mage - light my arrow's tip if we can make it out through the roof, let us block the stairs at least. Worgen guarded the front, more toward the end of the hall at the top of the stairs, snarling and snapping at one of the thugs that dared to reach the top Siralai knew it would take teamwork to get out of here, and with their numbers, there was bound to be one of them that could find a way out.