Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 15, 2017 9:59:46 GMT -5
After the battle in Morith Allyria retreated with much of her stock and equipment to her county in Delta province. The stock of her warehouses was considered lost except for the valuables she could save, the home she had made in the city was abandoned more or less. It was not safe or secure. It was the representation of a dream. Things had changed since then. War was beginning to permeate every aspect of life in Cruinthe.
And she couldn't escape it even in her own land. The plague had come with her to Agharta, and with others. In the ruined castle that had become a third of the way restored she began to seek out an answer to the madness. Her family had become afflicted. Everyone had become afflicted.
The ancient ruin she had begun to occupy needed exploring, and the people needed help. Things started to get out of hand on the morning of the 1st of Orazos. When she came down from her rooms for breakfast to find a villager dying on her doorstep. He wouldn't stop coughing. She noticed that her employees and others were crowding around him.
"Countess... uhm. This man is from Clemency. He's the worst case in the village. His family has brought him here looking for your help."
Remy had said. His face was looking better after the beating he had endured at the hands of the SKC. It had been almost a month since the political situation took power. Since palejaw was put in charge of the country. She was not a healer, but it seemed her people expected her to do something.
"I'll see what can be done."
Allyroa went over and examined the man briefly. She knew this plague was beyond her capacity to heal. The man looked pallid, blood wouldn't stop coming up in his coughs, and he wouldn't stop coughing either.
"He's going to die soon. Nothing I can do about this, magic can heal a wound that is understood. I don't understand how this is happening. I don't know the cause of this plague or how to treat it."
Allyria stood up and went over to the table in the great hall and sat down. There was was a stack of papers there from the night before. Orders and such to go out. Construction improvements, patrols, that sort of thing.
"What do we do with him?"
"Whatever the family wants."
"Yes, ma'am."
Remy was sullen, the whole mood of the room was dark. No one had expected Allyria to be able to fix it, but they had expected her to be able to do something. Ease his pain maybe. They started to disperse as Remy lead the family out, with their dying member. Allyria began to pen a letter.
MP: 937/963 -20, -5, -1
My Face is Now a Mask
-Allyria takes on the appearance of herself, instead of the masked entity she has become.
-Cordons off 5% of her MP to maintain.
-Initial MP Cost: 20
*Glamours I, Thaumaturgy Master*
Seer's Evasion
-Allyria already knows what her opponent is going to try to do to her.
-So long as a dodge action is taken Allyria gets a bonus to reduce the likelihood of her opponent hitting her.
-Bonus: -2 per level of Divination (Max -8)
-Passive
-Mp Cost: 2 per turn in combat, 1 per turn outside of combat.
*Divination Master, Dodging*
Sudden Sight
-Allyria can suddenly be assaulted at any time by visions of the past, present, or future.
-10% chance of this occurring.
-1-33 (Past) 34-67 (Present) 68-100 (Future)
-Passive MP Drain of 5 per turn.
*Divination I*
VrqHEWsw 1
Hacklung:
-Resist: 0
-Threshold 10
71
Literacy II, High Cruic I, K: 60, threshold: 70
85
Second roll for sudden sight.
··· 15
As she set quill to parchment her mind became besieged by powerful visions of the middling past. She managed to get the word 'dear' onto the page before her quill streaked across it, rendering the page a waste. Then she started to see.
A person dressed in fine clothing was dismounting their horse in front of what seemed to be a palace of some kind. The architecture was foreign to Allyria. The person strode up the steps of the palace past guards wearing green and gold. They looked up briefly and Allyria did the same, seeing a flag draped along the flanks of the building. A green field with a golden moon on it. The person was now heading inside through great ornate doors. They pushed it open and dropped a scroll on the ground. They bent over and picked it up and went inside. There after several more doors the person arrived in and temple and gave the scroll to a priest. The was an old man wearing green robes, wearing a large tricorner hat. He read the scroll.
"Prepare the legions. We will await for the kings call to arms, then wipe out the rebels. On their behalf."
"Will it come to war?"
"The taxes we pay will be reduced if we can show that we are worth it by helping the kingdom crush the rebels. Then perhaps the heathens will see the light."
"Aye, I shall inform...?"
"Everyone. We shift to a total war stance now."
"And of the governor?"
"A weakling. Not a Maltafex. She has no business being in charge. Garren, she is the last to know."
"Aye."
The vision faded.
And she couldn't escape it even in her own land. The plague had come with her to Agharta, and with others. In the ruined castle that had become a third of the way restored she began to seek out an answer to the madness. Her family had become afflicted. Everyone had become afflicted.
The ancient ruin she had begun to occupy needed exploring, and the people needed help. Things started to get out of hand on the morning of the 1st of Orazos. When she came down from her rooms for breakfast to find a villager dying on her doorstep. He wouldn't stop coughing. She noticed that her employees and others were crowding around him.
"Countess... uhm. This man is from Clemency. He's the worst case in the village. His family has brought him here looking for your help."
Remy had said. His face was looking better after the beating he had endured at the hands of the SKC. It had been almost a month since the political situation took power. Since palejaw was put in charge of the country. She was not a healer, but it seemed her people expected her to do something.
"I'll see what can be done."
Allyroa went over and examined the man briefly. She knew this plague was beyond her capacity to heal. The man looked pallid, blood wouldn't stop coming up in his coughs, and he wouldn't stop coughing either.
"He's going to die soon. Nothing I can do about this, magic can heal a wound that is understood. I don't understand how this is happening. I don't know the cause of this plague or how to treat it."
Allyria stood up and went over to the table in the great hall and sat down. There was was a stack of papers there from the night before. Orders and such to go out. Construction improvements, patrols, that sort of thing.
"What do we do with him?"
"Whatever the family wants."
"Yes, ma'am."
Remy was sullen, the whole mood of the room was dark. No one had expected Allyria to be able to fix it, but they had expected her to be able to do something. Ease his pain maybe. They started to disperse as Remy lead the family out, with their dying member. Allyria began to pen a letter.
MP: 937/963 -20, -5, -1
My Face is Now a Mask
-Allyria takes on the appearance of herself, instead of the masked entity she has become.
-Cordons off 5% of her MP to maintain.
-Initial MP Cost: 20
*Glamours I, Thaumaturgy Master*
Seer's Evasion
-Allyria already knows what her opponent is going to try to do to her.
-So long as a dodge action is taken Allyria gets a bonus to reduce the likelihood of her opponent hitting her.
-Bonus: -2 per level of Divination (Max -8)
-Passive
-Mp Cost: 2 per turn in combat, 1 per turn outside of combat.
*Divination Master, Dodging*
Sudden Sight
-Allyria can suddenly be assaulted at any time by visions of the past, present, or future.
-10% chance of this occurring.
-1-33 (Past) 34-67 (Present) 68-100 (Future)
-Passive MP Drain of 5 per turn.
*Divination I*
VrqHEWsw 1
Hacklung:
-Resist: 0
-Threshold 10
71
Literacy II, High Cruic I, K: 60, threshold: 70
85
Second roll for sudden sight.
··· 15
As she set quill to parchment her mind became besieged by powerful visions of the middling past. She managed to get the word 'dear' onto the page before her quill streaked across it, rendering the page a waste. Then she started to see.
A person dressed in fine clothing was dismounting their horse in front of what seemed to be a palace of some kind. The architecture was foreign to Allyria. The person strode up the steps of the palace past guards wearing green and gold. They looked up briefly and Allyria did the same, seeing a flag draped along the flanks of the building. A green field with a golden moon on it. The person was now heading inside through great ornate doors. They pushed it open and dropped a scroll on the ground. They bent over and picked it up and went inside. There after several more doors the person arrived in and temple and gave the scroll to a priest. The was an old man wearing green robes, wearing a large tricorner hat. He read the scroll.
"Prepare the legions. We will await for the kings call to arms, then wipe out the rebels. On their behalf."
"Will it come to war?"
"The taxes we pay will be reduced if we can show that we are worth it by helping the kingdom crush the rebels. Then perhaps the heathens will see the light."
"Aye, I shall inform...?"
"Everyone. We shift to a total war stance now."
"And of the governor?"
"A weakling. Not a Maltafex. She has no business being in charge. Garren, she is the last to know."
"Aye."
The vision faded.