Café de Nuit

Rafael wrote: I am sorry if my last posting drove our game in a direction one might not necessarily call *Gothic* any more... But behold the nightfall...

They must be woodsman liches! RUN!

Tavian winces noticeably as the sunlight pours inside. With one arm crossed over to cover his eyes, he steps out cautiously. By the iron gate he sees two familiar faces. "Avra! Shana!" he cries out and struggles to smile. This surprises you because he is usually very quiet. The action has ...

"Last I remember, we were in here and some monster jumped out of those coffins there!" Tavian shivers at the thought. "Is everyone ok?" he asks. Just then Natan, who nobody even realized was still there, uses a torch to light himself on fire. He runs around screaming something ab...

Tavian wakes up with a start. His forehead is shiny with sweat. His eyes, as big as saucers, dart around the room, looking for the monsters that haunted him in his dreams. He seems not to notice the bit of pinkish drool that has dripped down his chin.

"Did we kill them?"

Upon seeing the small furry creature, Tavian's eyes roll to the back of his head and he passes out. He is completely worn out from the excitement and his wounds.

Hearing the lurching sounds from the coffin, Tavian's head turns suddenly towards it. His face is covered with a look of horror, only adding to his frightening appearance. Tavian's trembling hands struggle to grasp anything they can and his feet skitter across the floor. He reflexively grabs at Izab...

As Tavian kneels on the ground, you can barely make out through his coughing a weak, gargled voice.

"...help..."


Tavian does not attempt to stand up, but continues to writhe on the ground, hacking up blood and holding his stomach.

Don Fernando wrote:Until then keep yourselves alive!

Too late.

But I guess that depends on your definition of "alive."

Tavian wakes in the room with a start. He glances around at the coffins, subconsciously licking his lips. The cold taste of iron assails his senses and his eyes widen drastically. Quickly he turns away from the others, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He turns back to them nonchalantly. "Where...

Intrigued by the actions of the girl, Tavian cautiously follows her into the back room.

He looks back towards his companions and motions for them to follow.

As the wave of green washes over Tavian, he falls backwards to the floor. He gets up, shaking his head as if clearing out the cobwebs and rubbing his eyes. "This whole place," he says in a shaky voice, "It's all magic.....and the girl is the source." He looks around to the others...

Breathing heavily from the sprint to the door and slightly off-balance from his loss of blood, Tavian has trouble concentrating on the stranger in the east corridor. Thinking it may be an illusion of sorts, he focuses his energy on his mystical powers of sight. *see the unseen should already be acti...

Feeling a sharp sting at his neck, Tavian reflexively grabs at the wound. He looks at his blood-soaked hand and stumbles as a sudden feeling of light-headedness washes over him.

He then notices the fog steadily approaching and turns to run through the door of the house.

Tavian will continue to blast the undead until he is overwhelmed or they are all destroyed.

Seeing the others rush the door in an attempt to get inside, Tavian does what he can to try and bide them time. His hands light up with a purplish flame and balls of the mystic fire fly out towards the undead.

**Eldritch Blast on the undead closest to the door**