James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 8:45:14 PM)
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Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 8:45:21 PM)
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Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 8:46:58 PM)
Sorry, family was talking at me
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 8:48:07 PM)
Anyway! James has a level of bashing Sophie has a level of lethal and a sharp iron spike stuck in her foot. They are in the halls of the old fortress but it has mostly collapsed to the point that it is about like a tunnel.....and there were a dozen bodies outside the entrance.
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 8:50:16 PM)
*Removing the spike with a noticable wince Sophie cursed softly into the air around her and continued on down the tunnerl, stepping more carefully now as she expects traps will likely be around every corner.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 8:51:30 PM)
*He knocked the spikes from his boots, and before they could move he used the moving air still at his command to push the rest to the sides of the tunnel leaving them a clearer path. He kept his eyes open now as they moved forward*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 8:53:24 PM)
*As they proceed the tunnel branches into two tunnels basically right and left but they do not encounter anymore traps so far. The lighting in the place was horrid as they were in affect underground and flashlights do not light things up like a stadium. So they are left with a choice which tunnel do they choose?*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 8:54:05 PM)
*She looks to James in question as she stops at the crossroads.* Does this spark any of your memories? Any idea of which way we should go?
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 8:55:18 PM)
*He paused at the split and his mind raced, searching his memories, and delving into his senses, feeling for anything while he tried to remember.* I dont know yet...
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 8:55:40 PM)
(Int/Leg diff 8)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 8:57:20 PM)
Legacy: 6, 8, 9, 7, 6 2 successes)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 8:59:58 PM)
*James reaches into his faded memories filled with pain and torment from the Pit and then further scrambled with the recollections of his host. But he seems to recall the chambers where he hid his blade on that fateful night so long ago lies someplace to the right. In fact he is sure of it. Sadly he does not recall much else, he knows there were safe guards in place but he cannot recall them and has no idea if they still function after all these years.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:02:21 PM)
We go right but becareful, keep alert and sensing for any faith based powers of creation dear. *He spoke softly as he started moving forward once he made that right turn. Heeding his own advice, alertness and awareness on high as it were*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:02:59 PM)
(And give me Aware rolls from both of you)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:03:05 PM)
*Following after James, she moves quickly and quietly, having given up the hope that this would be an easy retrieval some way back down the hall.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:03:50 PM)
Per/Aware: 7, 2, 9, 6, 9, 6 : 5 successes
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:04:31 PM)
(5 sux here too)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:05:00 PM)
(DR is loving you two)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:05:44 PM)
(yep until we fight something)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:09:48 PM)
*Perhaps it is being in the old Bastian or perhaps it is just getting closer to their primal nature it is very hard to say. But their innate nature seems to be coming more and more to the surface here. Let's hope it does not desert them at a crucial time. Whatever the case all the walls and floor virtually light up with the taint of some sort of long buried infernal power. Also key at this point the hall has melded into all cut stone and whoever did this wanted those flying to have to work to not brush any of the surfaces as their is space to fly but just barely. Of course it is hard to tell what lies beyond as the light of their flashlights give them only a few feet of visibility at best.*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:12:03 PM)
*Continuing down the long forgotten passages Sophie moves after James, allowing him to lead the way as her eyes drift around curiously wondering why this place did not spark any memories. A smile upon her lips she shakes her head, realising it was likely because she hadn't been here.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:15:28 PM)
*He moved along steadily, his eyes ever alert, their supernatural vision aiding him to extend his sight abit further than the light. He moved steadily forward ever aware of everything around them*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:16:03 PM)
(Flying or walking? trying to avoid touching walls floor ect or not?)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:16:38 PM)
(I think hovering to avoid contact with floors that contain big spike traps is likely best!)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:17:18 PM)
(Up to you *smiles* so you tell me)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:18:06 PM)
(James is not flying yet, avoiding the walls though)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:18:13 PM)
(Sophie is hovering)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:18:32 PM)
(Alrighty, let me craft a post)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:22:56 PM)
*As soon as James touches the floor where their Awareness had been perked there is a swell of Faith and a sense of something hidden a long, long time being sparked to life. And then ten thousand years worth of dust begins to swirl up from the floor and taking on a life of its own. The swarming dust motes soon obscure their lights and make it impossible for them to even see a hand in front of their face let alone each other. The swarming dust mores seem to attack them like some sort of plague of long dead mosquitoes as their mouths and noses are choked and blocked and their eyes begin to water and apparently these inanimate objects are hungry as well as their Infernal bodies feel the sting of thousands of tiny mouths.* (Soak a level of bashing damage)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:25:09 PM)
(soaked)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:25:36 PM)
(Soaked it) *Her eyes flashing Sophie's feet touch down on the floor, the beauty of the elohim becoming harder and crueller as her patience with this small attempts upon her begins to frey.* (taking on high torment apoc form)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:26:05 PM)
(noted )
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:26:09 PM)
*As the stinging and dust moved up over them, he sprouted his wings and flicked them up from the floor, as he gathered the winds and sent a blast of it coursing down through the hallway*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:31:12 PM)
*The rush of wind clears the dust from the hall but both of them have eyes that are fiercely watering from the irritating dust and their vision is partly obscured by stinging tears that try to expel the foreign substances. Also one of their flashlights has been rendered useless by the dirt and grime further reducing their ability to see since now they only have one that functions. And in a last bit of humor if you are morbid an unlit torch clatters to the floor at their feet. This triggers James' memory of this particular trap, the dust was a ritual of sorts in place to distract. Back during the war the torch would have been lit causing a massive dust explosion while the intruders were distracted by the ritual.* (And soak another level of bashing)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:32:26 PM)
(2 sux)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:33:07 PM)
(Soaked)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:34:03 PM)
*He blinked the dust from his eyes steadily and with gentle motions of his wings he kept himself hovering at a steady height, and used the air at his command to push him forward abit faster than his wings themselves could carry at the moment*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:34:49 PM)
*And the hall stretches on before them. At least what they can see in the scant light and it is dust free now except for the dust that had worked its way inside of garments or under feathers whichever the case might be. It is not the most comfortable feeling in creation but is far from lethal*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:35:36 PM)
(Would Sophie's armour repel it? In high torment she's surrounded by a hard white light that acts as full body armour)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:36:29 PM)
(Yes, it was more vexation than anything)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:37:13 PM)
*Using a hand to attempt to clear some of the dust from in front of her face she moves onwards, her gaze cold and focussed now as she follows James.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:37:34 PM)
*He would continue onward with a slight shake of his feathers every so often, eyes on their path, reddend by dust, but unfaltering*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:38:34 PM)
*As they move on the hall seems to be in deteriorating condition things do that after ages, but at last they do reach a closed door.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:39:27 PM)
*He reached out to the door, with his infernal senses, and searched it with his physical gaze*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:40:16 PM)
*And he found nothing, indeed the door seemed to be in working order and possibly comparatively recently opened but it was hard to tell*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:41:19 PM)
*Instead of reaching out with his hands though to open it, he used instead the fine tuned manipulation of the winds to do so*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:41:45 PM)
*And the door blows open easy enough* (Awareness roll)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:42:12 PM)
(4 sux)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:43:25 PM)
Per/Aware: 8, 9, 3, 7, 4, 10 : 4 successes
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:45:13 PM)
*And both their spidey senses tingle as there is certainly something infernal waiting for them in the room. Also it has what could possibly be described as a more modern feel to it, but they cannot discern what it is. But James recalls now in vivid detail that bitter day so long ago. This is indeed the room where he and an associate he cannot recall clearly hid his sword it was right on the other side of that door and now James cannot shake the feeling that something is waiting for him on the other side of that door and it is all somehow linked together.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:51:19 PM)
*His feet touched down inside the door wings curling inward, as he drew out the pistol that had been tucked into the back of his pants and underneath the armored vest he wore. It had been there to protect it from the elements, the freezing temperatures, the snow. the knife is easier to access, but for now the gun his better weapon.*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:51:53 PM)
(Intiatives)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:52:57 PM)
(roll 10, Base 8... 18)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:52:58 PM)
(Note to self fill in my name 10 b5)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:53:09 PM)
(19b9)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:53:38 PM)
(woops, not 18, hehe confused her roll with mine, heh)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:53:51 PM)
(8+3, meh, 11)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:54:41 PM)
(My declair the pair of you are being attacked by a high torment version wind elemental. You each get attacked once, James your declair)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 9:55:18 PM)
(wind elemental, fist of air, to try and tear it apart with itself pretty much)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:56:03 PM)
(Sophie)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:56:09 PM)
(Is it solid for attacking purposes Nasty?)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:56:17 PM)
(yes)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:56:51 PM)
(split action, 2 claw attacks)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:57:01 PM)
(But I missed that diff is +2 to hit so to speak)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:57:12 PM)
(If that would change your action)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 9:57:33 PM)
(nah... it's not dodging so I only need 1 sux to hit! Shall I roll?)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 9:59:10 PM)
Roll em Sophie
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:00:02 PM)
(3 sux on the first attack, 5 sux on the second... should I roll damage?)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:00:32 PM)
(yes)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:01:31 PM)
(1 agg for the first hit, 4 agg for the second.)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:02:13 PM)
*In instinctive reflex the war form of Liaphon leaps forwards with the deadly grace and precision of a dancer, cruelly clawed hands lashing out towards the creature before her that dared challenge their right to be here.*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:02:55 PM)
(Bah!)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:03:07 PM)
(DR hates me in all forms)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:03:15 PM)
(*buffs nails* yeah I'm just that good)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:08:13 PM)
*As James and Sophie enter the room the air its self swirls taking on a horrid semblance of menacing life all its own the vague form in the shape of a towering chimerical dragon. But they were ready for it and Liaphon rushed to the attack her claws tearing into the thing and just as suddenly as it appeared the creature dissolved into nothing more than air. As the sudden rush of battle left both of them keyed up though their eyes were drawn to an object lying in the ruble of the ages. It was a sword!......but not -that- sword. It was clearly of more modern design. Indeed it appeared to be made of stainless steel not exactly the material used during the Age of Wrath. It's design if they would know not unlike the corpses they found earlier was...Mongolian harking back to the day sof the Golden Horde*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:14:03 PM)
*He moved towards it, a low growl deep in his throat, as he knelt by the sword. His eyes casting over it, his senses reaching out to it, to find it, to seek its resonance as he had once before, and its owner, or former owner through the strands of creation*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:14:40 PM)
(Am assuming you are Scrying?)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:16:59 PM)
(checking on something really quick)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:17:14 PM)
(Ok just let me know)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:18:43 PM)
(yes, and im going to take a torment hit, since he is pissed off at finding out his weapon is gone... so if the swords former owner is still alive and he can scry, it gets a severe headache, paranoia, and takes bashing for each turn of his attentions.)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:19:32 PM)
(Roll em)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:19:41 PM)
(burning faith)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:20:23 PM)
(1 from faith)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:20:41 PM)
(Okies)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:23:24 PM)
(wow)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:23:47 PM)
(That roll is so bad it could be one I made)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:24:10 PM)
(But the spent FP saved you)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:25:24 PM)
(lol)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:25:48 PM)
(Gongradulations you are pathetic as me!)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:25:53 PM)
(yes because im silly and didnt put in my xp before this all started, for more empathy, hehe)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:27:12 PM)
*A Mongolian man swims into James' view the fellow shows the hard life of a land that has changed little in thousands of years. Indeed by dress and the like it is clear the people of that land have not changed in thousands of years. Not to mention any student of history can tell you Genghis Khan and the Golden Horde brought the world to its knees. This 'man' has a fine blade of polished black steel at his side that is clearly made of living metal and is also clearly recognizable to James. The man seated in front of a fire before a yurt grimaces in pain and then looks up a predatory smile creasing his features. He does not speak but his manner all but screams 'bring it' at James. And James may be very angry but it is also very clear this is a dangerous opponent because the dark eyes looking across the mists of who knows where at him have the ancient cast only possessed by another Fallen.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:28:27 PM)
(alright, gonna try for that, celestial name as before with the earthbound, hehe)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:29:09 PM)
(How was it you got that? Small brain I forget)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:29:58 PM)
(using resonance from a weapon formerly in its meat puppets possession)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:30:19 PM)
(Gotcha, roll)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:30:50 PM)
Per/Aware: 10, 7, 6, 10, 3, 10 ,W: 6 successes
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:31:08 PM)
(Typing narrative)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:36:23 PM)
*The blade had been near and dear to the mortal host at least. A man born in the wrong time, a man born too late, a man named Timur after Timur The Lame the second most famous Mongol to ever walk the face of the earth, but Timur went away drowned in sorrow really at having been born too late. And then something much older and more sinister took its place. A raging Ravener to be precise who desires nothing but the utter and complete destruction of all of Creation to be remade in his own twisted image a creature born of pure and black hate in the depths of despair in the Pit. A being called Azliar, the traitor who so long ago helped Sa’Rashiel hide a sword for the time he would need it, but now feels he needs it more*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:42:08 PM)
*James voice tore from his celestial form, a sound colder than the deepest depths of the arctic glaciers. Howling like the wind, yet at the same time quiet and menacing* Azliar, you treacherous little coward. I will give you, one, and only one chance to give back that which does not belong to you. Or to face me in one to one combat, or I swear by all that you find holy I will do worse things than out and out destroying you.
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:50:09 PM)
*A voice filled with bitter chuckling humor reaches Sa’Rashiel's ears through the mists of the connection* Ah yes Sa’Rashiel follow the chain of command, fight the good fight, obey your superiors all of those useless things of honor of a bygone age. I hear your precious Morning Star even put in an appearance not too long ago thus proving what an utter and complete traitor he has always been. I am sorry but what was yours is mine now and I have enough brains to use it as it was meant to be used to destroy the Creator and all of his creation and when fate smiles on me gut your traitorous Morning Star. Show some intelligence for once and crawl back in your hole and I will allow you to exist until I end this farce they call creation.
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:50:39 PM)
*Sophie watches James issue his challenge, stepping back and away from him as though she expected to see his invisible opponent burst from nowhere and join them at any moment.*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 10:54:05 PM)
(brb!)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 10:54:34 PM)
You think I would lay down to the likes of you Azliar, you betraye me. You gutless piece of slag... Face me with honor, or I will tear you utterly from creation and never allow you the chance to see victory against the host and the creator. *The winds around his angered celestial form howled and spun around the room drawing the dust of the ages into a menacing halo around him* Besides you and I both know you cannot truely weild my blade, cannot coax from it that which I can. You weak, spineless worm.... How I ever, trusted the likes of you is beyond me.
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 10:57:49 PM)
Honor what a quaint notion have you not learned that there is no honor anymore? *James' ears were filled with the Mongol's bitter and mocking laughter* honor! Honor in following those who are inferior to yourself like I once did you. Rage all you like in your impotence and I respond give me your worst. *And with that James got the distinct impression that as far as the Mongol was concerned the conversation was over.*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:00:37 PM)
(Back)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:00:57 PM)
(WB watch James loose his mind *smiles*)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:01:11 PM)
*She waits patiently for James to finish his conversation with the unseen target walking over to the sword that was left upon the floor and picking it up.*
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:01:22 PM)
Believe me Azliar... You will see my worst, you pathetic boot licker... You were nothing before the fall, nothing during the war but a toady for your betters, begging for scraps of power, and all you are now is the same. Clinging to a relic that will not obey you completely.... Honor was your only chance to survive, for now you will see no honor. I will obliterate you, and devour your essence when I have destroyed you.
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:05:17 PM)
*Sophie finds what is a serviceable blade but it is nothing special. A modern and unenhanced creation, but the sweat stained hilt makes it clear whoever had used it practiced with it often and diligently. As for James' rant it is simply met with more taunting laughter and the distant Azliar does not bother to respond verbally. He apparently finds James' whole rant on honor to be quite amusing in a hypocritical sort of way*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:07:26 PM)
*Testing the weight of the weapon she looks over to James' angry outburst, obviously only hearing one side of the conversation.* I'm assuming the sword is long gone and nowhere near here?
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:08:46 PM)
Pathetic weakling *He turned towards the door and stalked away, rage roiling through the biting winds of the lord of the northern wind. His wings folding against his back* A cowardly little whelp whom I believed an ally has betrayed me and stolen it. I am going to hunt him down and kill him before I return to New Orleans... Join me, or dont my dear, it is up to you.
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:09:19 PM)
*The sword in Sophie's hand feels good. Mundane weapon though it is the Mongols clearly knew and know a thing or two about warfare*
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:10:12 PM)
*Contemplating giving it as a gift to one of her aquaintances she keeps it with her as she follows James back the way they had come.* Oh I'll stay at your side, I've a desire to see this thing through to the end.
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:13:01 PM)
It is appreciated Liaphon. *He nodded to her. *His eyes were dark as the nastiest of storms, nearly pitch black with only hints of lighter gray as he strode back towards the exit*
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:13:38 PM)
(And anyway yes feel free to hate me. But I think we are done for the night. James has in an XP request now to get some things to begin hunting down his new best friend! Das. will be doing XP on Friday so your choices are stay locked extended or go back to NO and fume there.)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:14:04 PM)
(I say go back to NO and fume there)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:14:57 PM)
(ohhh son of a... ugh)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:15:16 PM)
(Up to you guys, like I said I am just making it hard it is kind of my job)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:15:38 PM)
(*watches James' head explode*)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:15:45 PM)
(thats not making it hard, thats just how is a nice way to put it....)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:16:09 PM)
(lol well I say we go back to NO and unlock)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:16:16 PM)
(Being a dickhead?)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:16:29 PM)
(thats not a nice way to put it... but.....)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:16:49 PM)
(LMAO I find being a bastrad theraputic)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:18:54 PM)
(I find it sad that I'm not getting a magic sword :( )
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:19:36 PM)
(*growls* Well I cant take it onto myself to be responsible for keeping sophie locked up for this scene.... i am not a bastard, so despite what james would do.... since shes pledged to stick it out... i wont make them stay locked up, meh)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:19:44 PM)
(You can ger one Sophie just go through what James is)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:20:25 PM)
(It's all good, I have claws and other plans!)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:21:13 PM)
(Yeah suicide! Silly Sophie)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:23:21 PM)
(:P)
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:24:45 PM)
(Alrighty I am going to have to see a man about a unicorn. Hope you enjoyed Dusk and hope Deacon gets over the urge to kill me at some point)
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:25:03 PM)
lol thanks for the scene, do we have icons again?
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:25:38 PM)
(I will unlock you when I get back from the facilities and give you two each the temp torment you got through this)
James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:25:39 PM)
perhaps after i kill you... sure
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:26:06 PM)
lol
Sophie Willows (Mar 2, 2011 11:26:10 PM)
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Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:26:21 PM)
Later man
Nasty (Mar 2, 2011 11:26:24 PM)
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James Laurence (Mar 2, 2011 11:27:39 PM)
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