"Undercity?" Trip looks at the mirrors with curiosity. "I was instructed to go to a place called Underport. I wonder if they are names for the same thing."
He looks at the mirror with the blonde woman. Has he seen her before? Trip can't recall... "What are you doing here, anyway? It looks like a rather extensive operation. I'm impressed."
"Ahh, yes. Underport. Kratimos rubbed the back of his neck and gave an embarrassed grimace.
The flashing mirrors distracted him from his little mistake, and when the image of the blonde rogue came to view, a confident smile creeps across Kratimos face. Crimson. Well done.
"Volstaid, I must find this rogue. She is an old and trusted companion of mine." Kratimos turned Trip, "I know not what path you have set yourself on, but what for what tasks lay ahead, any assistance is welcome."
Volstaid turns to Kratimos, "These are the Fulcarium, our seers. Their job is to hunt the creatures we seek to destroy. That mage your rogue friend killed was a powerful necromancer who, until now, blinded our efforts to gain a glimpse into his operation."
He turns back to the seer who is scanning the massive complex the mage kept secret. Inside, the adventurers see several labs with equipment bubbling, a gruesome looking ritual room where the abominations the mage was working on were created, and a massive cellar filled with dozens of wicked looking creatures.
"There m'lord, the army is amassed for invasion. It looks like several dozen zombies and skeletons but the worst of which are four flesh golems and what may be a death knight or worse. There may be even more of this evil spread throughout the complex"
Volstaid's eyes narrow. "Such rampant disregard for the natural order of things." He turns and calls to a powerful looking Hestic standing off in the distance. "Rolardt, assemble a squadron of our finest warriors. This will take our absolute best to quell"
He turns to the party, "Lycan, if you wish to be reunited with your friend again, now may be your only chance. Bard, you are welcome to join as well. It may be best if the girl stays here with our caretakers for the duration of this battle may prove too great for even our forces in such cramped quarters and I wouldn't want to see her harmed."
Jeremiah 20:9-But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
Crimson notes and puts the loot away into her bag. She wonders if she will meet her friends again that may be able to use the wand. If not, she can probably sell it for a good price. After seeing all of the shadows she is in no condition to jump into a group of foes, she'll have to bide her time and take them down by one as the opportunities present themselves. Her next objective it to locate her mark that the mage offed. She makes her way to the room she believes the skeleton hid him in, trying to be silent and keeping an eye out for traps.
Guy looks ruefully down at his weapon. A fire mace to be used against a beast that uses fire as a weapon. Charming. Perhaps he can get by on the direct damage alone.
Or perhaps...
Perhaps, since the contest ends when one falls... Perhaps this is the way to gain freedom for these other unfortunates. Perhaps he can assist them, let them do their damage. If one must fall, then let it be himself... disgraced Knight errant of Bretonnia.
Roaring a wordless challenge at the beast, he runs toward its front, waving his flaming mace to get the creature's attention.
Blessed Lady, hear me. Let me die well, let me represent well, and let my father remember my name with pride.
The thrill of battle poured through every vein in his body. He steadied himself it under control, nodded to the ranger's request, and turned his attention Anna and knelt down to her level.
"Hey kiddo, I'm going to have to have to help Volstaid fight some bad people. Some monsters. Do you understand?"
Anna's head turned towards the floor, knowing what that meant. She nodded.
"I'll be back, I promise. But you are going to stay with these nice people until then."
They shared some extra words and a hug ((trying to leave a little space here for you to fill in if you want; trying not to take too much control of Anna)) before he got back up.
Kratimos handed the borrowed mace back to Trip.
"Thank you for the lend," Kratimos then turned his attention to Volstaid, "But I'm going to need swords and some armor."
Kratimos found his excitement peaking through a smile.
"You wouldn't happen to have that Thesian armor, would you?"
((Hey Fathom, I'm just double checking on my build to make sure I have everything right. I currently have BAB at +3 from my fighter level and my saves at 3/1/1. Do my Werewolf levels add anything to this or I just have those stats at my fighter level? However you want to balance things is fine by me, just want to make sure I'm doing things right))
Jeremiah 20:9-But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
Jeremiah 20:9-But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
The mark is nearby. Crimson searches the body to find a sack of gold coins, a dagger, and a hand written letter. Behind her is the open door leading into the hall and in front of her is the door leading to the lobby from where she came.
Jeremiah 20:9-But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
"More time to exchange some spells for things to oppose undead would be nice," Trip said as he stared into the mirror. He tightened his hands reflexively. "But time is a luxury we cannot afford at this time. Any magical items that may help in this battle may be appreciated, though. Scrolls or wands, perhaps."
Volstaid leads the group through the hall. The stone is solid and intricately carved.
Eventually after some time, weaving through the vast subterranean tunnels you approach metal door covered in cogs with two wicked looking metal statues on each side.
Volstaid lifts his hand and gestures to the top of the door. Ash he lowers his hand from the top to the bottom, the cogs glow a bright blue and levers unlatch.
The doors swing wide and a bright light rushes into the dimly lit halls. Inside the vault, the party sees a great assortment of wondrous items. They walk slowly, and as they do, the heads of the statues follow. Winthrop looks into their eyes to see two small balls of fire blazing deep inside of the helmet.
To their right, four orbs hovering over pedestals, the words Fol'rhas toBehrin etched into a plaque in front of them. Their left, a gladius that seems to fade in and out of reality.
Volstaid stops in front of an armor stand. The unmistakable mowhawk graces the the head of the manikin, the chest plate formed to look like a bronze torso.
"Look familiar?" He leaves Kratimos to take in the near mint condition Thesian battle garb.
The hestic leads the bard into another room. There mounted to the wall are three tubes, each with a handle protruding from them. "Please choose one."
Next to the first it says, "blast of fire"
Second "frozen storms"
Third "healing winds"
Below the wands is an exquisitely crafted lute, inlaid with abalone shell, lying against the wall.
Jeremiah 20:9-But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
You have grown into such a beautiful little girl. I'm proud of how big you've become. I work trielessly so that you would know a better life than I ever did. Many of the things I've done, I am not proud of but you are worth everything I've endured. The man you have come to know as your father is really your uncle. I yearn for the day where I could simply be your daddy and we have nothing to worry about. For now, I include a map leading to all of my fortunes. There you will be well cared for.
You have my love,
Your father Martin
((Included as a second sheet of paper folded with this letter is a town map marked in different areas with an X))
Crimson looks at the dagger, it appears to be of normal or ordinary quality.
Jeremiah 20:9-But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.
Walking through the mystic armory was like being a kid in a candy shop. His eyes lingered on every fascinating artifact, especially the gladius, only to come to a final rest on the Thesian armor.
Kratimos grins at the ranger's question. "Like looking in a mirror.
Strapping on the armor was smooth and effortless for him, as if he's been wearing it all along. As he dons the helmet, his heart quickens at the memory of past battles.
((What type of armor is this considered? Is it a breastplate? Something else?))
