[RP Thread] Cries of Urnung: Book of the Bladebringer

[Dragonson]

Before Meyla could reach the clearing with the huts the wolf-spirit burst out of nowhere and stood before her in a frenzy.
"Your friend took the shroud, faerie. He took the blasted thing!
I dont know how he got his hands on it but it's NOT WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE!
You're here for it, arent you? You're not here for me, you're not even helping the spiritguides! You're here for the shroud you careless selfish horrible MONSTERS!"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"The what?" Meyla frowned, skidding to a halt, sword raised.
"I haven't got a clue what your talking about, beast. But take one step closer and I'll gut you where you stand!"

 

[Dragonson]

The wolf appeared to calm down at the sight of Soulflame.
"I'm sorry. The immense failure i have just commited got to my head.
I have no reason to want to kill you any longer, and i fear we have all been 'had'."
The wolf said, slowly morphing back into the shape of a man in a black cloak that they originally saw it in.

 

[GunSlinger]

Leo followed Meyla and spotted the wolf transforming.
"Wha-What is this?"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla waved him back, without lowering her sword or taking her eyes off the wolf's replacement. "Explain yourself" she demanded.

 

[Arcisal]

OOC: Wait... was't Arcisal about to be dismembered Illios??

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: No.. I was going to scare you. But you never reacted so I continued on.

 

[Dragonson]

Before the wolf could answer Meyla's question another cloud of shadow filled the air for a second.
Upon disappearing Illios once again stood in their midst, wearing a finely woven black cloak.
A faint howl was heard, but the wolf-spirit was nowhere to be seen.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Good day to you, again.'' he said in a smug voice while looking around with a big grin on his face. Possible his biggest grin they had ever seen. He looked satisfied and then started speaking again, once again in the smug voice:
''The Ashlord sends his greetings.''

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla stumbled back, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Who?" She mouthed silently, a look of disbelief and a little contempt shadowing her face.

 

[Fussiler1]

Illios looked at Meyla, with his big grin wiped off his face.
''I have no idea. At all. Though, he seemed powerful. Ah well..'' he uttered, shaking his head in quasi-disappointment.
''Though, we should continue on, no?''

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla just blinked, and pulled a face that spoke are you KIDDING ME!?, turning her eyes back to the mysterious man.

 

[Arcisal]

OOC: I'm assuming Arcisal is somewhere nearby blithering about like a autistic person?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Due to game stasis, Arcisal can be anywhere near the group you want him to be.

IC:
Meyla looked around, and realised that the Wolf-spirit was nowhere to be seen.
It was gone, vanished into thin air.
All that was left was the road leading into the once-inhabited clearing, containing the five huts.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

She swore, glaring at Illios before sheathing her sword and running off towards the village.

 

[Fussiler1]

He sighed and shook his head, merely following her on a slow pace. He had looted the village anyway -- or so he thought. Maybe there were some other scraps that he could have.

 

[Dragonson]

As they walked, Illios' black cape appeared to somewhat leave black shadows hanging in the air for a second or two.
Upon reaching the small village,the pedestal with the strange object on top came into view first.

 

[GunSlinger]

Leo looks around, finding nothing of interest but a strange object atop a pedestal. He flies over next to it began to inspect it.

 

[Dragonson]

The object on the pillar appeared to be some sort of glowing sphere.
There wasnt really much else to say about it's looks.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla approached the sphere and eyed it lazily, prodding it with her new blade.

 

[Dragonson]

A violent ripple of magic as well a s loud 'Zwoooooum' shot out from the sphere, knocking Meyla backwards.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

She grunted, sheathing her sword and taking a further step back to observe the orb more closely.

 

[-Peper-]

''Whoa, that sphere isn't so friendly, is it?'' He chuckles. Then he moved forward and touch the glowing sphere with his bare hand to see what will happen.

 

[Dragonson]

As Agron touches the sphere with his hands he feels a strange magical force emanating from it, but nothing else happens.

 

[GunSlinger]

Seeing that nothing happened, Leo places his palm gently on the sphere.

 

[Dragonson]

Leo feels the same magical energy, alas no effect otherwise.

 

[-Peper-]

''Strange...'' Agron stepped back, he sheates his axe and trying to swing at it. ''How 'bout a normal hit?''

 

[GunSlinger]

"I don't think that will work. It knocked Meyla back just by touching it with her blade."
Leo puts again his hand on the sphere.
"Its a magic sphere. Why don't we try magic on it?"
He digs deep and tries to create nether flames.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Maybe you should try to drain it instead of casting magic at it. How about that?'' he commented, with a hint of irritation in his voice.

 

[Dragonson]

DM: [Roll Cause Hidden]: Roll (1d6): 6.
Just before the two members of the group have their turns at attempting to strike the sphere a great humming sound is heard above them.
A second later, something which appears as a blur of white and blue shoots down from the ceiling, moving towards them at a frightening pace.
Before anyone can do anything it lands in the midst, displaying an incredible defiance towards gravity by in a second cancelling all the momentum it had mid-air.
It was Lucien.
He looked at them, relieved.
"I came as quick as i could when i felt the spirit's demise. The Guidelord seemed pretty sure you would succeed, but it is still incredible that you managed to defeat it!"

 

[GunSlinger]

"Defeat? Defeat the wolf?" He asks.

 

[Dragonson]

"Whatever you did, you killed it. We have already collected the remnants of it's spirit."
Lucien said with a smile.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Oh.. that? It was nothing.'' he said with a big grin on his face.
''By the way, the Ashlord -- I don't know who he is -- sends his greetings.'' he says, his grin wiped off his face. He turned into a nonchalant guy once more.

 

[Dragonson]

"Sounds like there's a tale to be told. The Guidelord would like to meet with you, by the way. He's been going on about 'owing you an explanation' ever since you left. Dont ask me why."
Lucien pointed at the glowing sphere on the pedestal.
"Is that something you brought here?"

 

[Fussiler1]

''No, we found it this way.'' he reacted, his sight shifting towards the sphere.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla wanted to say we didn't kill it!. But found herself completely and involuntarily, mute. She just shrugged, sheathed her sword and swept past Lucien to check over the rest of the village. This was all getting too weird.

 

[Dragonson]

"Strange... Well, i suggest you check around the arear for lootables.
You'l need anything you can find if you hope fo survive as an adventuring group."
Lucien said, gesturing towards the various huts.
"I'l get you all back to the Spitiguide Headquarters when you're finished.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla ignored him for the most part but entered and scoured the nearest hut to her left, looking for anyone or anything of interest.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Do I still have the Dwarven Helmet, two rings and the decorated sword?

 

[GunSlinger]

Leo did the same as Meyla. He went to the nearest hut on his right to search for valuables.

 

[Dragonson]

@Meyla
Meyla entered the nearest house on her left, finding what apparently once was the home of someone incredibly rich.
Everything was broken and lying on the ground in a great mess though.
Up against the far wall stood an iron chest, visibly not locked.

@Fussiler1
OOC: Yap.

@Leo
Leo went into the nearest hut on his right, also finding everything as a mess.
There was also a chest against the far wall, although this one was standing wide open.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla glanced around anxiously, half expecting someone or something to stop her. When nothing did she approached the iron chest delicately and placing a hand either side of it's great lid she heaved.

 

[GunSlinger]

I pushed my way to the chest and looked inside of it.

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: Me's gonna loot. Me'sah a looter.
IC: ''Right.'' he went to the nearest hut from his position.

 

[Dragonson]

@Meyla
Meyla opened the chest and found a finely crafted bracelet of a bluish metal, along with a small leather bag.
Not much content for such a big chest.

@Agron and Leo
Agron entered the hut Leo was currently in, where Leo was currently staring into an already looted and quite empty chest.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Curioys Meyla retrieves the bracelet and bag, holding onto the former as she inspected and opened the latter.

 

[Dragonson]

It appeared to be full of small glowing spheres of various color.
There were twelve in total.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: Hi, I'm back. and curious.

IC: Ekrion had watched the spectacle from a distance. He did not like the situation one bit. "The ashlord... The shroud..." he mumbled to himself. his gaze went over to Lucien who thought they killed the spirit... He sighed. "Lucien... the wolfs demise is as big a mystery to us as it is to you. We did not kill it." He said with a resolute voice. he could not take the fame for something he did not do, it was against his code.
His gaze went over to Illios. This Sky Elf knew something more... Ekrion didn't trust him for one bit. "Illios. you should tell us what happened when you were taken by that black smoke, I'm curious." he eventually said in a friendly yet commanding voice.

 

[Fussiler1]

Illios smiled and shook his head, as if he was watching a child doing something silly. Then he wiped the smile off his face and answered his question partially:
''He called me Illia Loras and Truthseer. That is all I shall tell, for now.''

 

[Dragonson]

Lucien's facial expression flickered for a moment, showing a shard of worry and regret that made cold shivers rip down the backs of Illios and Ekrion.
"Well, it's dead for sure. That's all that matters."
He said, with a smile.