Out of thin air, Lia's voice declaims: "Magistra ignis sum. Ignem iubeo. Ter ex manu meu vole et inimici mei vore." Three bolts of superheated plasma appear - and leap forward, each at a distinctly different angle.
One bolt roars out at Luther, and blazes across the discorporated body parts trying to swarm him. The fire howls as it sizzles undead flesh to dust.
One bolt strikes each of the Lebendtod flanking Kuzan. Dead skin blackens, dead fats sizzle and turn to dust, dead flesh is consumed before the hungry flames grudgingly die out.
"What are you all standing around for?" Lia's voice cuts through the sudden hush. "Unless these undead have the wisdom to leave well enough alone and back off now their master is fled, cut them down and let us be out of here." For a wonder, she sounds tired, not angry. If someone listens closely, they can hear light footsteps running towards the doorway - not a bad notion, with the ceiling still in a state of insecurity, surely ...
(OOC: Casting a Maximzed Scorching Ray on the three remaining Lebendtod. Ranged attack roll on I8: 24. On J12: 18. On H14: 20. All take 24 fire damage. Lia moves to N13.)
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[OOC: AoO to hit: 21 and flunked the miss chance again with 25]
"No you will not escape!" Sascha roars, slashing again and again ineffectually at thin air as Snefru retreats. He watches the rock floor for several moments breathing heavily, his gaze full of death and hatred.
Then when its obvious she isnt coming back, he turns his attention to anything else left standing. Rushing forward he leaps up behind the nearest corpse, thrusts his sword through the body and vents his frustration by gutting the creature. But he doesnt stop there, he pounds blow after blow into the body, obliterating it.
[OOC: moving to H15, 34 on the jump and attacks the Lenbendtod to hit 32, dam 29 - I know Lia probabley already killed it but I dont think at this juncture Sascha particulalry cares
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"No you will not escape!" Sascha roars, slashing again and again ineffectually at thin air as Snefru retreats. He watches the rock floor for several moments breathing heavily, his gaze full of death and hatred.
Then when its obvious she isnt coming back, he turns his attention to anything else left standing. Rushing forward he leaps up behind the nearest corpse, thrusts his sword through the body and vents his frustration by gutting the creature. But he doesnt stop there, he pounds blow after blow into the body, obliterating it.
[OOC: moving to H15, 34 on the jump and attacks the Lenbendtod to hit 32, dam 29 - I know Lia probabley already killed it but I dont think at this juncture Sascha particulalry cares
]"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space..."
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space..."
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Otto sprints toward the door, only half a moment to turn on his heel and survey the scene, leveling his pistol--
"The damage may increase! Fall back and strike from the distance!"
OOC: Moving to K21 first. Looks like Lia mopped up a lot of the stragglers, but if any of the Lebentod aren't dead (again) yet, Otto will take a shot at the closest one standing (or trying to strangle Luther), burning another charge of the bracers to get around human cover if necessary. 25 to hit, 9 pistol damage and 1 fire damage.
"The damage may increase! Fall back and strike from the distance!"
OOC: Moving to K21 first. Looks like Lia mopped up a lot of the stragglers, but if any of the Lebentod aren't dead (again) yet, Otto will take a shot at the closest one standing (or trying to strangle Luther), burning another charge of the bracers to get around human cover if necessary. 25 to hit, 9 pistol damage and 1 fire damage.
There is nothing in this world as revitalizing as chopping the head off of a horrible undead monster. "Hah!" Tomas crows at the music box, as though he were spitting in Cavendish's face, and turns to help Kuzan...
...only to see that Lia has, well, handled that pretty damn well. Still, Tomas feels a brief mental connection to the priest, perhaps because the guy saved his life. "I always said you were hot to handle, libschen!" He can't help it, the joke's just lieing there, like a big ominously red button. Tomas looks to his left and right, and decides he'd be most useful keeping the exit clear.
Sprinting around the gaping hole in the floor, Tomas sidesteps diagonally, getting to the front of the door and spinning around, holding sword and shield out in anticipation of intercepting the incoming ghasts.
(OOC: Casting Shield Other on Kuzan, just in case, and booking it to I21.)
...only to see that Lia has, well, handled that pretty damn well. Still, Tomas feels a brief mental connection to the priest, perhaps because the guy saved his life. "I always said you were hot to handle, libschen!" He can't help it, the joke's just lieing there, like a big ominously red button. Tomas looks to his left and right, and decides he'd be most useful keeping the exit clear.
Sprinting around the gaping hole in the floor, Tomas sidesteps diagonally, getting to the front of the door and spinning around, holding sword and shield out in anticipation of intercepting the incoming ghasts.
(OOC: Casting Shield Other on Kuzan, just in case, and booking it to I21.)
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"Flattery may get you anywhere," comes a mild, tired-sounding reply from empty air. "Right now, let's see it get all of us out of here, please."DocBeard wrote:"I always said you were hot to handle, libschen!" He can't help it, the joke's just lieing there, like a big ominously red button. Tomas looks to his left and right, and decides he'd be most useful keeping the exit clear.
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Kuzan stumbled and gritted his teeth as the cleaver bit into him. Spots flashed in his vision, but he blurted out another supplication to the gods. Some of his wounds closed and he turned to dash out the door and down the hall.
"Get out of here!" he cried, "Quickly!"
Defensively casting cure critical wounds for crappy healing (who the hell rolls a 11 on the dice for CCW?).
11 (dice) + 12 (caster level) + 8 (augment) = a whopping 31. I did more healing with my mass cure light wounds -_-
Anyway, also making a Mobile Spellcasting check and booking it. I can get to J-21 in about 60 feet of movement, then I'm off another 100 feet down the corridor!
"Get out of here!" he cried, "Quickly!"
Defensively casting cure critical wounds for crappy healing (who the hell rolls a 11 on the dice for CCW?).
11 (dice) + 12 (caster level) + 8 (augment) = a whopping 31. I did more healing with my mass cure light wounds -_-
Anyway, also making a Mobile Spellcasting check and booking it. I can get to J-21 in about 60 feet of movement, then I'm off another 100 feet down the corridor!
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Everyone is leaving. This is very wise. Except...
Bloody Mists.
Charles cannot quite believe he is doing this.
Leaping forward and yanking Luther to his feet, he pushes the Falkovnian in the general direction of the door. "Go!" he screams at Sarari, waving at the door, and does his best to follow his own advice.
I don't know how what kind of action it takes to help someone up, but Charles will move to Luther, help him up, and then move as far as he can toward the exit. Unless you rule otherwise, NT, I would guess that works out to 1 move action to get to Luther and help him up, then one move action toward the door (60 feet because of haste), while Luther does a double move (60 feet as well), which puts us at or about G19.
Bloody Mists.
Charles cannot quite believe he is doing this.
Leaping forward and yanking Luther to his feet, he pushes the Falkovnian in the general direction of the door. "Go!" he screams at Sarari, waving at the door, and does his best to follow his own advice.
I don't know how what kind of action it takes to help someone up, but Charles will move to Luther, help him up, and then move as far as he can toward the exit. Unless you rule otherwise, NT, I would guess that works out to 1 move action to get to Luther and help him up, then one move action toward the door (60 feet because of haste), while Luther does a double move (60 feet as well), which puts us at or about G19.
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Re: The Eye of Anubis: Book Ten
Temple of Osiris, Muhar, Har'Akir
August 27th, 761, 1:05 PM; Day 163 of the Menetnashte Expedition
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There was a brief moment of confusion on the Falkovnian veteran's grizzled face as he looked up into the eyes of someone he had likely been trained to despise all his life. Soldier and spy, the two men ran for the exit.
And not a moment too soon. The other dead were now rising, and these creatures looked much less pleasant and charming than the ones you had fought before. Whatever odd quirk of necromancy kept them preserved disappeared in a heartbeat, and the rotten, hideous corpses rose from the ground. Their fingers extended before your very eyes into long, hideous claws, and gaping maws filled with sharpened teeth.
Then you were in the tunnel, and another ear-splitting roar reverberated throughout the underground chambers as the roof fell in. Tons of dirt and stone and rock fell from the ceiling, sending forth a great cloud of dirt rushing down the tunnel. The last you saw of the undead, they were scrambling through the cave-in to get to you, the maddened hunger in their eyes overwhelming even the basic desire to exist. Then they were buried under a mountain of earth.
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"What the hells is going on?!?" Was Dieter's first question as you burst from the passageway into the main section of the Temple of Osiris. Even here you could see that the building was starting to collapse, the statues swaying and the floor buckling.
"No time." Sarari snatched the youth's wrist and pulled him forward, towards the exit. A chunk of column, a cylindrical length of stone six feet long and weighing at least a quarter-ton, fell to the ground nearby.
Town Square, Muhar, Har'Akir
August 27th, 761, 1:08 PM; Day 163 of the Menetnashte Expedition
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You burst out into the air and light of Muhar's city square as though it were a god-send. Here was freedom, and here was safety. You hit the dirt as the Temple of Osiris slowly began its final destruction.
Inside the building, the floor buckled and collapsed inwards, no longer supported by the underground columns that Snefru had destroyed. In the main building, the column-statues that held up the huge, stone roof shattered and fell like ninepins, a resounding series of blows that shook the earth. Then the roof cracked, and began to fall inwards, even as the walls swayed.
It was loud. The noise rose to an awesome din, a steady drumbeat of cracks and thuds as the Temple of Osiris shattered and collapsed in on itself. You could barely hear yourself think, let alone anything else as the stone-dust billowed out in a great, yellow-grey cloud.
It felt as though it took forever, though perhaps it was only a few minutes. The temple finally collapsed, and the earth ceased in its shaking. It was probably some while before you realized that the ringing in your ears was gone, that only blessed, blessed silence could be heard. The Temple of Osiris was destroyed, and the Temple of Set, Cavendish's maniacal little undead laboratory, and the dozens of ghasts were all buried under hundreds of tons of stone and earth. It would take teams of excavators months to clean the site up. But you were alive, at least.
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It was only as you rose that you realized that 'free' and 'safe' may have been slight misnomers. For the collapse of the Temple of Osiris had not gone unnoticed.
The gathering crowd of Akiri was perhaps forty or fifty people strong. Men and women, youths and greybeards, these were the braver people of Muhar, come out to see what had happened to the temple of their beloved god.
And what did they see? They saw a pack of pale-faced, yellow-haired foreigners, many of them armed, all dirty, two wearing Falkovnian uniforms emerge from the Temple of Osiris, a minute before it had collapsed.
It was perhaps your only advantage that the growing mob was likely just as surprised as you were right now.
August 27th, 761, 1:05 PM; Day 163 of the Menetnashte Expedition
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There was a brief moment of confusion on the Falkovnian veteran's grizzled face as he looked up into the eyes of someone he had likely been trained to despise all his life. Soldier and spy, the two men ran for the exit.
And not a moment too soon. The other dead were now rising, and these creatures looked much less pleasant and charming than the ones you had fought before. Whatever odd quirk of necromancy kept them preserved disappeared in a heartbeat, and the rotten, hideous corpses rose from the ground. Their fingers extended before your very eyes into long, hideous claws, and gaping maws filled with sharpened teeth.
Then you were in the tunnel, and another ear-splitting roar reverberated throughout the underground chambers as the roof fell in. Tons of dirt and stone and rock fell from the ceiling, sending forth a great cloud of dirt rushing down the tunnel. The last you saw of the undead, they were scrambling through the cave-in to get to you, the maddened hunger in their eyes overwhelming even the basic desire to exist. Then they were buried under a mountain of earth.
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"What the hells is going on?!?" Was Dieter's first question as you burst from the passageway into the main section of the Temple of Osiris. Even here you could see that the building was starting to collapse, the statues swaying and the floor buckling.
"No time." Sarari snatched the youth's wrist and pulled him forward, towards the exit. A chunk of column, a cylindrical length of stone six feet long and weighing at least a quarter-ton, fell to the ground nearby.
Town Square, Muhar, Har'Akir
August 27th, 761, 1:08 PM; Day 163 of the Menetnashte Expedition
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You burst out into the air and light of Muhar's city square as though it were a god-send. Here was freedom, and here was safety. You hit the dirt as the Temple of Osiris slowly began its final destruction.
Inside the building, the floor buckled and collapsed inwards, no longer supported by the underground columns that Snefru had destroyed. In the main building, the column-statues that held up the huge, stone roof shattered and fell like ninepins, a resounding series of blows that shook the earth. Then the roof cracked, and began to fall inwards, even as the walls swayed.
It was loud. The noise rose to an awesome din, a steady drumbeat of cracks and thuds as the Temple of Osiris shattered and collapsed in on itself. You could barely hear yourself think, let alone anything else as the stone-dust billowed out in a great, yellow-grey cloud.
It felt as though it took forever, though perhaps it was only a few minutes. The temple finally collapsed, and the earth ceased in its shaking. It was probably some while before you realized that the ringing in your ears was gone, that only blessed, blessed silence could be heard. The Temple of Osiris was destroyed, and the Temple of Set, Cavendish's maniacal little undead laboratory, and the dozens of ghasts were all buried under hundreds of tons of stone and earth. It would take teams of excavators months to clean the site up. But you were alive, at least.
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It was only as you rose that you realized that 'free' and 'safe' may have been slight misnomers. For the collapse of the Temple of Osiris had not gone unnoticed.
The gathering crowd of Akiri was perhaps forty or fifty people strong. Men and women, youths and greybeards, these were the braver people of Muhar, come out to see what had happened to the temple of their beloved god.
And what did they see? They saw a pack of pale-faced, yellow-haired foreigners, many of them armed, all dirty, two wearing Falkovnian uniforms emerge from the Temple of Osiris, a minute before it had collapsed.
It was perhaps your only advantage that the growing mob was likely just as surprised as you were right now.
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"Get ready to get out of here," Charles growls to Kuzan. "Everyone in a nice tight group so we can transport them."
Time to see how all the Akiri classes panned out.
"Goodmen of Muhar! We rejoice to see you gathered here and marvel with you at this strange and awful sight! Know that this day we have been preserved by the hand of Osiris himself, who delivered us in deadly battle against the minions of Set, who had by evil wiles undermined the very foundations of this great temple. Seeing that it had become foul and corrupt in his sight, Osiris has thrown it down, and by its fall he has crushed the Red God, his foul temple, and his servants, and delivered us alive to tell you of the mighty work which he did here. Is there any here who loves Osiris? Let him stand forward! As a token of my gratitude to the god, I offer these armbands, cunningly wrought in iron and gold and enchanted with great magicks powerful against the servants of Set, to the rebuilding of a new temple to Osiris!"
Taking off his bracers, Charles holds them above his head, letting the gold glint in the noon sun, and then casts them dramatically to the place where the door of the temple once stood.
Perform (oratory) 24, Diplomacy 38 (with one charge of Wink Brooch) and Bluff 61.
That's what glibness does for ya.
Time to see how all the Akiri classes panned out.
"Goodmen of Muhar! We rejoice to see you gathered here and marvel with you at this strange and awful sight! Know that this day we have been preserved by the hand of Osiris himself, who delivered us in deadly battle against the minions of Set, who had by evil wiles undermined the very foundations of this great temple. Seeing that it had become foul and corrupt in his sight, Osiris has thrown it down, and by its fall he has crushed the Red God, his foul temple, and his servants, and delivered us alive to tell you of the mighty work which he did here. Is there any here who loves Osiris? Let him stand forward! As a token of my gratitude to the god, I offer these armbands, cunningly wrought in iron and gold and enchanted with great magicks powerful against the servants of Set, to the rebuilding of a new temple to Osiris!"
Taking off his bracers, Charles holds them above his head, letting the gold glint in the noon sun, and then casts them dramatically to the place where the door of the temple once stood.
Perform (oratory) 24, Diplomacy 38 (with one charge of Wink Brooch) and Bluff 61.
That's what glibness does for ya.[b]FEAR JUSTICE.[/b] :elena:
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Andre sort of just stared at Charles. Sometimes, when he's good...he's DAMN good. Nevermind right now, he was a bit busy debating theological underpinnings. Yes, they just brought down an Osiran temple...on top of a temple of Set. There was something mildly amusing about Osiris'...crushing victory, but now was neither the time nor the place..more just a chance to survey the wounded, take stock..and likely later file a report.
Oh goody.
Oh goody.
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Lia slowly picks herself up and starts to knock the dust from her sleeves and front. The fine, black cloth sheds the dirt easily, but the Wizard takes her time about the task, surveying the crowd watching them. She startles slightly at Charles's words, marveling at the sheer audacity of his speech.
'It might work,' she concedes in the privacy of her mind. 'But ... If I were Cavendish, where would I be? I have the power to teleport away at a moment's notice, and I took a little trouble to set up this catastrophe. I'm enjoying myself, so ... I'll be where I can observe the action and twist the knife if needed, won't I?'
Red eyes narrowing, Lia shakes the last dust from her skirts, and another thought strikes her. 'And why assume he has not created and released other Lebendtod during his stay here?' Cautiously, Lia takes a sidling step closer to Kuzan and mutters: "Is there any chance you could cast that spell of True Seeing without the crowd cottoning on to you? I fear we could be facing more than rightfully upset villagers."
'It might work,' she concedes in the privacy of her mind. 'But ... If I were Cavendish, where would I be? I have the power to teleport away at a moment's notice, and I took a little trouble to set up this catastrophe. I'm enjoying myself, so ... I'll be where I can observe the action and twist the knife if needed, won't I?'
Red eyes narrowing, Lia shakes the last dust from her skirts, and another thought strikes her. 'And why assume he has not created and released other Lebendtod during his stay here?' Cautiously, Lia takes a sidling step closer to Kuzan and mutters: "Is there any chance you could cast that spell of True Seeing without the crowd cottoning on to you? I fear we could be facing more than rightfully upset villagers."
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Lia looks down at her feet, glowering briefly - and a memory cries out for her attention. There was a mob ready to close in back then, as well, only it was a Barovian mob. They had been in the inn, and ...
Moving as carefully as she can, Lia sidles over to Tomas and whispers to him: "Tomas. Back in Barovia, when you tried to read the Bard who turned out to be Cavendish with your ... special sight, what you saw distressed you. Please look at the Akiri. Are any of them like Cavendish was back in Ravnika?"
Moving as carefully as she can, Lia sidles over to Tomas and whispers to him: "Tomas. Back in Barovia, when you tried to read the Bard who turned out to be Cavendish with your ... special sight, what you saw distressed you. Please look at the Akiri. Are any of them like Cavendish was back in Ravnika?"
"Hoorah!" Tomas briefly forgets that this is Charles and he is probably making the whole thing up, because damn that was rather good, wasn't it?
He blinks at Lia as she reminds him, and he nods, indicating that he'll give it a shot. Wiping blood and ooze out of his eyes, the Lamordian feels his sinuses swell with pain as he forces the Sight out on such a broad target...
He blinks at Lia as she reminds him, and he nods, indicating that he'll give it a shot. Wiping blood and ooze out of his eyes, the Lamordian feels his sinuses swell with pain as he forces the Sight out on such a broad target...
Sascha blinks in the afternoon light, the sun bringing clarity to his vision and dispersing the red haze of fury.
Feeling dull and empty he sheathes his sword and stands tall, facing the crowd, dealing with the sickening feeling inside of how once again he let himself be consumed by the rage.
Fortunatoley Charles is well versed in crowd control, and his luminance allows Sascha to fade into the background and be alone with his melancholy for a brief moment.
Feeling dull and empty he sheathes his sword and stands tall, facing the crowd, dealing with the sickening feeling inside of how once again he let himself be consumed by the rage.
Fortunatoley Charles is well versed in crowd control, and his luminance allows Sascha to fade into the background and be alone with his melancholy for a brief moment.
"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space..."
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space..."