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Post by Warork on Oct 27, 2014 8:53:29 GMT
As Bel picked up his belongings, putting on his old ranger's armor and going over his weapons for any defect, his keen ears picked up the conversation of the humans but quickly drowned it out as it seemed they were doing what humans were prone to doing whenever more than one of them were in one place; squabbling. Bel could hardly care what either the warrior or the small woman had to say about each other so he focused on checking his gear.
The armor still fit him if a bit loosely. It was then that Bel remembered how hungry he was. The elven folk were known for their hardiness but even they would begin to feel the gnawing in their stomach after weeks of malnutrition. But with their escape still ahead of them, Bel had to steel himself for the trials yet ahead. He put the dagger in its sheathe on his belt as well as his old broadsword and swiftly tied the quiver of arrows to his back. He carried his bow with him, an arrow notched on the string, ready to pull and fire at a moments notice. Theweapon felt completely natural in Bel's hands as he remembered all the years of its constant use. It was the same with all the guardians of the wooded realm; shooting a bow was as simple to them as breathing.
The group closed in on the room where the woman cried out in pain. The sprite from earlier appeared again to urge them all on and Bel was all too eager to agree. As the group neared the door, however, something began to eat at his mind. They all seemed set to enter the door but many of the hallways of this complex were unknown to them, holding passageways cloaked in shadows that could hold any sorts of dangers. Bel looked to his three comrades and saw that they seemed to be very capable to deal with any threats on the other side of the door. He tapped Petor on the shoulder just as they were about to open it.
"Go on and save the singer. I shall make sure none of the other guards heard the commotion in the captain's office and make sure the coast is clear. May the stars shine on your path."
And with that, Bel left them. He creeped into the dark shadows of the hallways, large elven eyes peeled for movement
Bel'aven gains:
1 set of leather armor 1 broadsword 1 short bow 40 arrows
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Post by Lord Harrab on Oct 28, 2014 13:27:46 GMT
The fight, such as it was, was over quickly.
Unprepared for the sudden intrusion of hostile forces, the standing guard was hacked down by an enraged petor, his corpse being thrown off his huge blade by a bolt of lighting in a way they would have found comical, had their vision not been clouded by rage.
the other guard, still turning from the woman in the chains, was met by Falen's surprise attack. the thief slashed his hamstrings with a gracefully flick of the blade to bring the taller man down to her level, then as he fell to his knees, drove her other blade through the join at the back of his neck where helmet met chest piece. the longsword bursting out the man's throat so that any attempt to scream died like he did.
As the woman's tormentors fell, the S'pren zipped across the room to hover before the woman's bruised an injured face, glowing now a bright and noble gold.
"The Hurt has stopped! The Singer is saved." it said proudly, "No more Hurt! I did what you asked! I brought Kind Men!"
"Thank- Thank you Sprite." the woman replied, her voice barely a whisper, she now hung limply in the chains, clearly they where the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor beside the corpses and the blood.
weakly, she lifted her head and seemed to focus on her rescuers with great difficulty, "and i must thank- Thank you all, i see my Sister's gift was not wasted even here in the Dark ones deepest deepest pit. But, I Must also apologize. I am, -I am, the Herald of Music, and it is because of me you were brought here at all-"
With that, her strength seemed to fade and she slumped forwards again, unconscious.
Outside, Bel's keen senses picked up a cry of alarm from back where they had come and the sound of hurrying boots. Someone had discovered either their absence from their cells or their recent encounter with the duelist and was now coming to ensure their prize prisoner was still secure. Bells were ringing elsewhere in the keep, doors were slamming open and more shouts could be heard.
The time for stealth was gone. Now was the time for haste and battle.
Herald of Music: Near Death, Unconscious
On the guards you find a ring of keys, a handful of coins and a stange box coated in runes. It seems to suck at the sounds you make around it and tapping it causes it to echo the screams that brought you to this chamber.
in a chest in the corner, you find a strange robe, oddly heavy and warm to the touch
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 0:17:27 GMT
Gareth glanced at the woman's numerous injuries before turning to Petor, "We can't move her like this." He said, "Healing her will take time, a lot of it."
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Post by coolyo294 on Oct 29, 2014 16:41:47 GMT
"Very well. Dranei, stay with me. We will protect Gareth until he is finished. Felan, Bel, while we distract the guards sneak back to the cell blocks and gather our fellows. No doubt they're wondering what happened to us. Lead them back here and we will fight our way out." Petor said. A lordguard by trade, he was far more comfortable taking orders than giving them. But his tone did not reveal this. Right now he could not waver.
He turned down the hallway where bootsteps were heard pounding and readied his sword. "Now go! They won't get through me!" he said.
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Post by admiral9 on Oct 29, 2014 16:48:44 GMT
"I'm with you!" Istia replied, she strengthened her grip on her shield and followed the human "So, whats the plan? I could cast an ice spell to slow our enemies down, these narrow hallways should choke our enemies if they come in large numbers so the ice spell should greatly inhibit their advance."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 18:05:15 GMT
Gareth quickly freed the unconscious woman from her shackles. He carefully laid her body out on the cold stone floor before kneeling beside her. "Gods help me." He prayed as he set to work.
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Post by yumichi on Oct 29, 2014 21:51:11 GMT
Felan nodded, she looked at Bel and said "come we haven't got much time." She ran, without making any sound, down the hallway, back to the prison cells to get the others. She didn't like going back to those cells, but someone had to do it, this is better than fighting at the front line.
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Post by coolyo294 on Nov 1, 2014 16:01:37 GMT
"Sounds good." Petor said simply. He never understood magic or the people who wielded it, thus it was not his place to dictate how they used their powers.
With the pounding of boots on stone, the first three guards appeared before them. They seemed surprised to see the two prisoners for a second, but recovered from their shock quickly. One cupped his hand to his helm's mouth slot and called "We found them! The escaped prisoners are over here!"
"We'll get you back for killing Captain Fildaerae, you bastards!" The largest of the three guards jeered.
Petor said nothing as Istia began to weave her spell. Charging forward he swung his greatsword at the large guard. Istia was true to her word. Her ice spell worked and the guard wasn't even fast enough to react before the massive blade bit deeply into his side, slicing through flesh and armour before stopping at the spine. He screamed hideously as he slid off Petor's blade.
The other two were similarly sluggish. Petor wasted no time dispatching them, relishing in the pained screams of his tormentors. Unsurprisingly more guards appeared, drawn in by the call of their fellow earlier and the sound of fighting.
"Come on you bastards! Come and get me!" Petor called out as the guards rushed at him. He readied his sword and prepared to meet their charge.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Nov 5, 2014 3:10:48 GMT
Torture chamber
The Herald of Music: Wounded
Corridor
Petor: Uninjured Istia : injured Prisoners: Some wounded. Prison Guards: All wounded
The corridor
As the second group for guards rushed forwards to engage Petor and Istia, alarm bells could be heard ringing in the distance and from the cells fighting could be heard, angry bellows that sounded much like the ones petor and his group were proud to issue, it was vengeance and hatred of their brutish captors that fueled these cries and even unarmed and half starved, the slim chance of freedom or the escape of death was worth the risk.
One of the guards attacking Petor yelled something in a language the knight couldn't understand, but was obvoiusly an insult or barbed threat and so the armored knight lashed out at him, the attemt to deflect the blow haphazard and rushed, so while the blow was not fatal, it bit deep into the armour the guard wore and came free slick with blood
the other two barged past and charged Istia, positioning themselves so that whichever way she turned her shield, the other was at her back, she blocked one strike, but the second cut across her back casuign her wo wince.
The Torture chamber
The Herald awoke with a gasp, the wounds on her form still bleeding, but far less than before, and with weairy eyes she regarded her healer.
"You have kind eyes," She said with a tight smile, "The Sprite choose well."
"I helped" Said the S'pren proudly from above. "I don't like the Metal Men."
The Herald sat up and grasped Garth's forearm, causing him to halt his magics, "That will have to do. Thank you for the relief from the pain, but i cannot simply lie here and allow others to risk their lives for me any longer.
With the cleric's help, she stood and crossed to were the heavy robe had been left on a table of torture impilments and seemingly uncaring of the mans eye on her, although he divered his attention quickly, she dressed herself in its heavy folds and turned to face the door
"It is time these inhuman monsters learned the power of music." She said, in a tone of voice that gave Gareth chills. The Herald of msuic placed a hand on her chest, extended teh otehr arm out as it beseeaching a distant audience, and began to sing.
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard and didn't seemt o be bound to this lone sing. the song seemed to radiate from the balck stones of this fortress and eched unblemished though teh Halls, its volume gentle but carrying throughout the corridor and chambers where guards and their prisoners fought, inspiring those fighting for their freedom.
The Herald was free and now she had a audience worthy enough to hear her.
The Cells.
Bel and Felan had back tracked like moblie shadows through the chaos and noise of battle, freeing every prisoner they found untill now there were back in the cell block where they ahd been held. the prionsers that had been with them when they themselves were free had long escaped on their own, but now they would have to deal with the gaurds sent to secure the rest of the prisoners. Just as they crept fowrad with weapons ready, the Heralds' song reahed them and filled their hearts with hope and confidence.
All Players and Prisoners are Inspired with the Song of Hope. they suffer less damage and are immune to mind control effects.
in the corridor, there are three more guards and the corpses of their fellows make the area tricky footing, two are attacking Istra, and one has Taunted Petor.
In the cells there are five guards patrolling for Bel and Fealan to deal with. there are twenty cells still occupied. The Guards are Unaware of the Player's presence but none seem to have keys on their belts.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 20:00:21 GMT
Hope swelled within Gareth as the Herald sang, "You have a beautiful voice Milady." He said, "But now is the time for warriors, please, stay behind me." With great care he led the woman out of the chamber and into the hallway.
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