Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Mar 13, 2017 10:45:25 GMT -5
The boy watched curiously as his companion prepared the bones for storage in her pack. He always enjoyed seeing the differences between his technique and someone else's when it came to cleaning game. Though it was a monstrous beast it cut and bled just like everything else, a reassuring thought if only momentarily. She gave him a look and stowed the bones away. He wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to tell him, but he figured Allyria needed them more than he did. Jorkahn was a tad disappointed he didn't get any bones as he was thinking they may be a decent gift for Tyr The man was always looking for new materials to test his skills with it seemed. Oh well.
With one last cursory glance back at Allyria he pocketed the Ritz and gave a shrug before slowly walking up to the eastern doors. On his way he looked for anything out of place that may be a danger to him and his partner. If nothing stood out the boy would give his choice some thought. Something his brother said to him once stood out in his mind. 'If ever given two paths the left one is always right.' The Young warrior always thought the phrase was stupid, but he couldn't help but listen. One last glance back at Allyria he motioned at the wooden door to the left and tried it, seeing if it was open. If it was he would open it just enough so that both of them could look past the threshold and glean any information that they could.
Jorkahn gains 22 Ritz if he hasn't already.
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Post by Azuloth on Mar 15, 2017 15:12:49 GMT -5
Confessional Cell: North
As they'd peek into the room they would find nothing that would be overtly threatening. Just the subtly of a room devoted to excising the truth from the unwilling. On the north wall of the small two meter by three meter cell was a pair of chains that hung from the ceiling. Dangling from those was a more or less freshly worked over person. They were dead, clearly, their blood had been collected in several buckets and vials around the room. Much of their flesh had been burned or ripped off. It was impossible by glancing alone that the gender or even race of the person could be discerned from what remained. All that could be proven was that it was not a skaldi, as there wasn't a tail that could be noticed. The macabre sight would damage the sanity of those that looked upon it. There was nothing of use for them here.
Allyria's Fear Points: 570 - 50 = 520 Jorkahn's Fear Points: 300 - 50 = 250
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 15, 2017 18:14:16 GMT -5
Oh I think I'm going to be sick...
Allyria followed Jorkahn to the door that he had indicated and peered through it as he did. She expected more threats like the Ghoul, or maybe some lesser undead. Her stomach was not entirely prepared for the macabre image that she witnessed when the door was just ajar enough for her to get a good look. She immediately regretted it. Her guts lurched and she almost lost it right there. She turned away and composed herself. She wondered what that poor person had done to deserve such a fate. Perhaps they did nothing. She did not want to look into the past of what had happened there. She doubted there was anything useful to glean from witnessing the torture and evisceration. All morbid curiosity had left her for the time being. She wanted to leave this place, and level it magically.
That likely wouldn't be enough. Destroying the place without making sure every last dark and twisted soul inside was annihilated would not be enough to say justice had been done. She would press on.
Figuring the space between the doors on this side of the room, it was likely the second room was a mirror of the first. Another confessional. She did not want to open it. Instead she'd rather compose herself and choose another avenue. Perhaps the double doors across the way. That would be a more highly trafficked area.
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Mar 19, 2017 12:47:00 GMT -5
Jorkahn started upon the gruesome sight. The boy he was before would have turned and run, but something held him fast. The young warrior's reaction was similar in some respects to Allyria's, but also opposite. Jorkahn stared upon the body and the rest of the room without looking away for almost a bit too long. He thought about his family and how they had died, nothing left of their bodies but ash. For all he knew they could have died like this, only for the evidence to have been burned away in cleansing flame. He found himself imagining the person or people who had taken his family away from him in this state, by his hand. It wasn't until then that the boy turned from the room, sick to his stomach not at the sight but at his own thoughts. He was beginning to worry himself, but that worry would have to wait for now.
The half-breed resolved himself to take revenge for the unidentifiable mass that was once a person. No matter their crimes, no one deserved to suffer like that, right? A few months ago Jorkahn would firmly believe this. Now he found himself sceptical. The young man looked at Allyria and followed her eyes to the double doors across from them. He pointed at them before walking in their general direction. As he passed Allyria the lad briefly placed his hand on his companion's shoulder without really thinking about it. It was intended as an attempt to calm or resolve the half Drokagr, nothing more.
When the Champion of Jewels reached the doors he once again looked for anything out of place. If it seemed clear he would slowly open one door just enough for both of them to peek through.
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Post by Azuloth on Mar 25, 2017 9:22:17 GMT -5
The Common Room
Peering through the threshold, Jorkahn and Allyria would discover several things with ease. There was a long table and some benches in the room, with food and drink scattered about them. There were few utensils, though what was present was apparently made from silver. They would be able to see another set of double doors in the back left of the room (Southwest Corner), and a hallway on the south end of the room. Three men in black robes were milling about. They looked muscular, their heads were shaved and they seemed to be signing at one another with their hands. A lively conversation was taking place.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 25, 2017 9:51:38 GMT -5
Allyria followed Jorkahn over to the double doors. She didn't know what to do with the situation she spotted there inside that room. There were three men. They looked more or less normal, aside from being pretty muscular and that all their hair was shaved off. They seemed calm and casual, like they belonged where they were. That made Allyria think that they were members of whatever dark cult this was. Worshipping the wrong side of death.
It infuriated her. These people blemished her god's good name. She motioned to Jorkahn, asking him to move around one side of the table to put him on the south side, she would go along the north side, and attack the two cultists on that side. There were only three of them. She felt Jorkahn could handle the one man and anything that was probably lurking in that hallway long enough for her to finish off the two men on the north side before coming to assist him.
If he understood and agreed with her plan she would kick open the door and move to the north side of the table. As soon as she got there she'd slash at the first man's neck, aiming to cut him down in one blow.
Scarlet //-Str-57|Vit-57|Agi-57|P-58|E-57 -/K:57-St:56-Ch:57-T:57-D:56 HP: 1140/1140 Stam: 646/650 MP: 901/901 M-Lampe: 16/200 +10
Actions: -Kick in door -Move to north side of table. -Slash with Sanguine Evolution (200 dmg +20% MDMG) @ Cultist 1's neck -Slash with Sanguine Evolution @ Cultist 2's neck.
Sanguine Evolution --Scythe Build -Dmg: 150 -Aftershocks: Upon a hit the target suffers magic damage equal to 20% of the total damage or 20% of the weapon's base damage, whichever is greater. -Stat Reqs: 40 Str, 22 Agi, 20 Kno
*Slashing, Ripping, Piercing, Two-Handed*
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Mar 28, 2017 22:05:31 GMT -5
Three men and something for them to eat. A long table and many benches. This looked like a commons area, or perhaps a dining hall for the temple. By the looks of the place, there was likely to be many more 'people', and he used that term loosely, like their robed friends here. They all looked similar and wore the same clothing. An eerie feeling befell the boy, a feeling he did not dwell on for very long as his female companion motioned for his attention. Allyria seemed rather upset, but she was still able to give orders. It seemed as if she wanted to take the two to the north. Normally he would protest, but he had seen her fight. She was much more capable than him, even if that wasn't the case when they fought in the arena. She had improved in leaps and bounds in a few short months, almost as if she were an entirely different person. Perhaps she was.
With a quick nod, the young half-breed took off as the door was kicked open and Scarlet moved towards her prey. His companion was of fleeter foot, so he wouldn't reach his quarry as fast. However, if he got there soon enough perhaps the warrior could take his opponent by surprise. Just as Jorkahn reached the lone man he would swing from the left towards the cultist's neck. If the first strike didn't kill him, hopefully, the next one would. The large weapon flipped effortlessly around in the boy's hands and came back around a second time in an attempt to hit the same place.
Str: 30 Vit: 30 Agi: 30 Ch: 30 ST: 30 T: 30 D: 30 EN: 30 P: 30 K: 30 || HP: 600 SM: 177/180 MP: 383/390(-4 M-Lampe?)
Actions: -Move -Attack Neck (40) -Attack Neck (40)
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Post by Azuloth on Mar 29, 2017 16:18:29 GMT -5
Battle Data
Initiative Allyria Jorkahn Brawler for the Old Gods (x3)
Allyria (Hit Threshold vs BftOG: 93) -Kick in Door: 1D100 => 48 (Success) -Move -Attack 1D100 => 55 HIT!! (Neck, Instant Kill) -Attack 1D100 => 8 HIT!! (Neck, Instant Kill)
Jorkahn (Hit Threshold vs BftOG: 66) -Move -Attack 1D100 => 1 HIT!! (Neck, Instant Kill) -Negated Action
Brawler for the Old Gods (x3) -Killed -Killed -Killed
Results -All Brawlers for the Old Gods killed in round 1.
Surprise Massacre!Allyria and Jorkahn burst through the double doors into the common area. The cultists at the table were surprised, their faces contorted into angry screams as the blades of their sudden enemies passed through their necks in quick succession. Their wretched blood gushed and splattered the room, their bodies slumped to the floor. More blood pooled underneath them from the open wounds. The battle was over before it had even truly began.
Loot: Jorkahn and Allyria receive 1 stat point each. 120 Ritz Minor Healing Potion (x3) (Heals for 30 HP) Cult of the Old Gods Talisman (x3) Branded Leather Armor (DR: 25, Chest, Back, Abdomen, Sides) (x3) Claws of the Old Gods (Dmg: 35, Enables the devout to attack or block twice the normal amount of times per action, Sharp as Sin, Ripping, Slashing, Piercing) (x3)
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 13, 2017 10:11:47 GMT -5
Claws, body armor, potions, talismans and gold. The looting of the corpses had turned up quite an interesting assortment of objects. She looked at the talismans and the claws and armor with interest. She wondered what their significance to the cult was.
She stared at the objects for a time before gesturing at them. The potions would be useful in a pinch, and gold was gold. If Jordan wanted any of it he could have it. Allyria's ability to heal herself outclassed the potions, and she had no use for money. She'd only want one of each artifact for study purposes.
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Apr 23, 2017 17:42:59 GMT -5
Their foes were dispatched with ruthless efficiency. The boy's weapon would have sung if any sound could be heard in this cursed temple. The cultist didn't even have time to blink before he was clutching at the blood gushing from his throat. Jorkahn watched as the man attempted to cling to life before it left him motionless on the floor. The half-breed kicked the body over to take a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary compared to the other two.
The warrior shrugged and began to loot. He would leave 1 of each artifact for Allyria and take the rest for himself if she wouldn't. He would either sell them or give them to Tyr to look at. If his companion didn't want the coin or potions he would take that, too.
After all was said and done Jorkahn took one last look at the dining table and walked over to the other set of double doors. Unless Allyria stopped him he would open it up a crack and look through. Depending on what he saw the boy would enter the room or turn to walk down the hallway.
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Post by Azuloth on Apr 25, 2017 20:23:36 GMT -5
The Acolyte Cells
Peeking around the now open double doors, Jorkahn would find the immediate space empty. There was a bed in a corner about five meters to his left. If he approached it he would find that a long hallway that was twenty nine meters long. In that space it held a total of seventeen cells just like the one that he would have faced had he exited the room and turned left. There was no telling from where he was though if any of the other cells were occupied, though none of them had doors, and from any of them a threat could come tearing towards him.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 25, 2017 20:30:24 GMT -5
Allyria stuffed a pair of claws in her travel pack, as well as one of the talismans and a piece of the body armor for safe keeping. Later she would examine them. For now, Jorkahn needed her to back him up. She checked over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed before she would proceed after him into the new space. If he moved up and allowed her to pass she would involuntarily let out a whistle. Doing the math, that meant there were at least fourteen other guys just like the three they had taken down mere moments before.
The claws they had looked wicked, and the armor looked decent for something mass produced. Nothing like the quality that she could make. But it would be a difficult thing to get past to the unprepared.
She decided she no longer appreciated stumbling upon foes such as this. She sat down on the floor cross legged, placing her scythe across her lap. Focusing, she attempted to divine the number and nature of foes left. Wellspring energy a brilliant shade of purple exuded from her eyes and became like smoke and flame as she focused. Then she stood up and tapped Jorkahn on the shoulder.
Attempting to Divine the number and nature of foes left: Difficult: -30 Divination Master: 20 Power: 58 Knowledge: 57 Threshold: 105
Automatic Success.
Divination Success -- ADMIN EDIT
14 Brawlers for the Old Gods left. 6 Ghouls left. 2 Skeleton warriors left. 1 Dark Mage (Unknown stats) left.
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 2, 2017 18:43:41 GMT -5
Jorkahn saw no immediate threat, but there was a bed out in the open. Motioning Allyria to follow behind him the Champion of Jewels carefully walked towards the bed, weapon brandished. When he got closer he was able to ascertain for certain that it was empty. When he looked up his heart nearly sank in its chest. There was a load more cells, possibly containing more of the victims like he saw earlier. Suddenly it occurred to him that the Brawlers they had ambushed earlier could be in those cells.
The boy was in the process of turning to his partner to point out the cells when she walked passed him. When she sat down Jorkahn was confused. Not entirely certain what she was doing the young warrior took a few steps towards her to see if she was alright when suddenly purple magic energy started flowing from her eyes. It nearly caused him to recoil backwards in shock but he was able to hold back the surprise. With the sudden realisation that she was probably incapacitated at the moment, Jorkahn kept his eyes on the rest of the room and the hallway only occasionally stealing glances back at what she was doing.
When Allyria was finished she tapped him on the shoulder and the boy turned to face her, a confused yet expectant look on his face. At this point, he was at a loss and deferred to her judgement. She obviously figured out something that he did not with whatever it was she was doing.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on May 4, 2017 18:54:51 GMT -5
Allyria didn't know how to convey what she had learned about the rest of the temple to Jorkahn. It was almost like it was pointless information because she couldn't share it. They needed a desk or a table or something, with something to write with. They they could easily communicate. Passing a book back and forth or at least a piece of parchment would be useful. She cursed herself for not being prepared for this in this capacity. She pointed to one end of the hallway, and then she pointed to him and then the opposite end of the hallway. What was there to lose? They could split up, then double back. They were both obviously suited to handle these scoundrels.
She wasn't afraid of ghouls, or the skeleton warriors. And these warriors or cultists were not a problem as far as she had seen. The mage was an issue. They had to find them and ambush them before they were alerted. Otherwise they'd probably not make it out.
With her thoughts conveyed, she started to head towards the south end of the hallway, checking her corners as she went.
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on May 4, 2017 21:11:46 GMT -5
His companion seemed to be implying that the two were going to split up and explore opposite ends of the hallway. Jorkahn nodded and shrugged. Though he was a little worried about running into something he couldn't handle, he had a feeling the Countess knew what she was doing. She wouldn't needlessly put them both in danger, would she? With a wave, Jorkahn headed down the Northern end of the hallway. He kept himself alert, eyes constantly scanning. The young man also had his weapon out, just in case something jumped out at him.
It was better to be safe than sorry, wasn't it?
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