Session Twenty Two One

Chat log started at 10.7.2009 / 04:40:05

GM: [1d20 = 14]
‘Kiergath’ connected
Kiergath (Alusair): hi.
Kiergath (Alusair): wheres nick?
Kiergath (Alusair): ....... other than afk
Alex: ...I dunno. I would guess AFK.
Alex: Hrm…
Alex: I think I need to refresh what the hell happened last time.

GM: That’s wierd…
Alex: Salamanders have +4 Craft (Blacksmithing)?
‘Shenvallei’ connected
GM: Hallo hallo!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Heya Alex, how did the install go?
GM: I’m light and breezy
GM: Windows Install process was 100% automated
GM: once I started it
GM: was awesome
GM: Went downstairs, came back, and it had booted into windows
Shenvallei D’ansille: good

GM: Fucked up the wireless install, undid it, then did it properly
GM: And then here I am
GM: So, do you recall what happened last time?
GM: Do you have any questions?
GM: Concerns?
Shenvallei D’ansille: actually Ill be ready to start in about 5 mins. But if you want to start without me go ahead.
GM: Oh, I’ll just get myself ready
GM: And try and remember what all was going on :)
GM: Oh
GM: Bugger…I need Adobe Reader, dont I

Alusair: sure!
Shenvallei D’ansille: I seem to remember us being in a dire situation from last time.
GM: A dire situation, of course.
GM: Here, have a summary!
Where our intrepid heroes are interrogated, manage to upset some Athar hunting Harmonium and get embroiled in a fierce brawl, during which Zero escapes, Jesebel loses the rest of her hair and most of her sanity, and Azuras makes a noble sacrafice. Jesebel became seemingly posessed by the Spirit of Revenge, desiring a Knife which actively seeks out blood.
Shenvallei D’ansille: That sums it up.
GM: More or less….I don’t think I missed anything.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Does that shortsword I have of spell holding have a + enchantment?
GM: I don’t believe it did
Shenvallei D’ansille: alright
Shenvallei D’ansille: no further questions then.
GM: Very well. I hereby adjourn this court’s recess.
Kiergath (Alusair): oh, hi

Kiergath (Alusair): nix that, paco
Kiergath (Alusair): a magic weapon by definition will always have a +1 enchantment
Kiergath (Alusair): read the DMG.
Alex: I don’t wanna.
Kiergath (Alusair): RTFM
Kiergath (Alusair): :)
Alex: I’ve been doing fine without TFM so far, I’d think
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): its fine.
Kiergath (Alusair): true, but in this case, its a rule.
Kiergath (Alusair): a magic weapon must have a + enchantment. Anything else is extra.
Alex: Rules are meant to be broken… but take the +1 anyway
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): not like Ive used it much anyway.
Kiergath (Alusair): I don’t care if you use it as a backscratcher! :P
Kiergath (Alusair): well, actually, I do. That could suck.
Kiergath (Alusair): but I’d laugh.
Alex: ...Hrm…
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): very well +1 it is. Thank you.
Kiergath (Alusair): I’m done, I’m done. I won’t be a rules lawyer again for the rest of the night.
Alex: Kay!
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): Im actually very happy with my items thus far.
Alex: Good!
Alex: You wont need any more then!
Kiergath (Alusair): lol
You both, roughly, now remember what happened last time. Shenvallei had stuffed the dagger in his backpack, where it wriggles fitfully. Jesebel is glaring at Shenvallei, and the backpack, both at the same time.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): jesebel was tied up iirc
Kiergath (Alusair): yeah, she was.
Kiergath (Alusair): I was sitting next to her and you were… I don’t remember. Nearby, IIRC.

Shenvallei D’ansille slumps down in a nearby chair face in his hands.
Alex: yes. She was gagged as well, if memory serves.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Sorry luck weve had of late.”
Alusair: “Lil’ bit, aye.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Azuras, captured or dead. Jesebel posessed by some hostile entity. Us wanted by the hard-heads.
Alex: An apt summary, to say the least.
Alusair: “Weeeeeell…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I fumble through my beltpouch and put all the coins I have on the table.
Alusair: “Any suggestions?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I do not have the power to banish an entity from a host.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We need help.”
Shenvallei D’ansille counts his coins.

Alusair: “We don’t even know what the entity is, really.”
Alusair: “All I know is that its slightly evil – slightly! – and craves vengeance.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Are you suggesting we should communicate with it?”
Alusair: “I certainly don’t have the coin to pay a priest for an exorcism.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I have… 11 coppers. It appears I do not either.”
Alusair sits there, sword still resting across her knees, looking alternately between Jess and Shen.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): I lost my coin somewhere so Im going with the rp.
Alusair: “Eleven… copper.”
Alusair sighs.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “My main coinpurse seems to have disappeared somewhere.”
Alex: There’s always ways to make more jink! Cheer up!
Shenvallei D’ansille sits back and waits for Jesebel to awaken.
Jesebel: She’s quite awake, judging by the glaring you’re getting… which is, well, slightly odd, given that her eyes are closed.

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Vengeance and blood is what you desire? Then who’s blood and where?”
Alusair: “Uh.. Shen?”
Alusair: “She’s gagged.
Alusair: “
Alusair: :P
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Think carefully before you answer.”
Alusair: ”...”
Shenvallei D’ansille gets up and removes the gag.
Jesebel: “Blood? I simply can’t stand by idly and let that poor brave soul sacrafice himself for our benefit! Don’t you want to revenge his death, Shenny?” (Sweetly)
Alusair: “Ooooo-kay…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We do NOT know if he is dead yet. And let us cut out the deception, who are you that inhabits the body of Jesebel, and what do you want?”
Alusair: “Yes, please, I’m starting to feel ill.”

Jesebel: “Blood, you cur! How can you stand idly by and let your noble friend get cut down like that! I am suprised you can even shut your eyes, to show such cowardice! Release me, and I will show you the true spirit of vengence!!”
Alusair: “Ah ah ah… we were being friendly. Now, thats one part of the question… now, what are you?”
Shenvallei D’ansille turns away as a tear appears in his eye. “Azuras…”
Jesebel: “I am vengence! Honor! Destruction! Everything you cannot be! Everything you fear to become!”
Alusair: “Here now, thats a bit harsh.”
Alusair: “I can understand talking to Shen like that, but to address me like that is positively insulting.”

Jesebel: “Weakling! Coward! You stand by your feeble god, bound to do nothing but slave away your whole life, devoted to nothing! Your belief is false! Your god is dead! The only truth lies in the here, the now! Sieze your emotions! Act on them! Free me, and together, we will rid the multiverse of those who would wreak harm upon others!”
Kiergath (Alusair): Really Nick, thats actually a complement. :P
Alusair: ”....”
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): I had to read it a few times to figure tat out.
Kiergath (Alusair): Not so much the honor part.. but while Al sees herself as a tool of vengeance and destruction, she’d still not wish her path on someone else.
Alusair: “Well, now that we’ve proven it can repeat itself…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Some kind of vigilante spirit?”
Alusair: “If the Red Death were a spiritual entity, this would be it…”
Alusair: “So the question is.. where did it come from…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I know not that which goes by its name. And as for where, it could have been anywhere. We have unleashed spirits bound in tombs and the like of late.”
Alusair: “Its also a sodding Athar, from the sound of it.. “Your god is dead”? What the hells kind of shite is that?”

Alusair: “I suspect its related to that dagger you picked up – it seems rather attached to it.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Ive been wanting to sell the accursed thing. Now perhaps melting it down may be the wiser choice.”
Jesebel: “You would melt down the instrument of a god? You are a fool, mortal!”
Alusair: “Ah hah!”
Alusair: “Finally we start to get an idea.”
Alusair: “What god is that weapon a tool of?”
Jesebel: “That is my dagger, The Undoing, the End of Gods. You will give it to me, or I will end your foolish woman’s life!”
Alusair: “Not bloody like--“
Alusair groans quietly, “You would put it like that..”

Jesebel begins to look pale, color slowly draining from her face, in different sections, creating an almost horrific discoloration, still red, but unnatural colors for healthy skin.
Alusair: “Stop, you damned berk.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “You harm her and I WILL destroy the dagger.”
The color slightly returns to Jesebel’s face, but it’s got a slight dimness to it.
Alusair looks up at Shen, eyes blazing. “Shen, if you provoke it into doing anything rash, you may well find out just how vengeful my goddess can be.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Leave Jesebel and you can have the dagger. Inhabit another host, a willing one. That is my barter.”

Jesebel: ”...a pleasing bargain, mortal. Find me a young man, soon to be wed, and bring me to him and his wife.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Willing is part of the deal. I will not have you inhabit another’s body against their will. I will bring to you a willing host described as you speak.”
Alusair: You.. fucking.. suck…
Shenvallei D’ansille slams his fists on the table.
Alusair: “The hells you will.”
Jesebel: “Do as I say, and they will be willing indeed…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Do not try and stop me Al, Jesebel’s life is at stake.”
Alusair drops her hand to her sword, “And I will not allow you to damn another woman, much less one soon to be wed, to save her.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Willing, I said. Thus another of this ones foul cult. And not one made willing through torture.”
Alusair: “Gods in the heavens! Listen to yourself!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “If it is an Athar this being needs then damn his soul anyway.”
Alusair: “Listen to the thing! If you bring such a one here, it’ll MAKE them be willing!”
Jesebel: [1d20 = 3]
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Doubtful or it would have done the same to us.”
Jesebel: [1d20 = 13]
Jesebel ’s eyes perk up, burning brightly, staring at Shenvallei.
Alusair blinks at Shen, staring at him for a moment before laughing, “Goddess! As if such a thing could be done. Though I’m half wondering if its already done it to you.”

Jesebel: “Come now…surely your harlot is worth more than some lowly wife of a strapping young farmhand…”
Alusair: “Its ironic.. anyone who said something like that of Jess, I would probably slit open and leave to bleed out as a warning.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I head for the door
Shenvallei D’ansille: fast as possible.
Alusair: “But I find myself in a unique position.. if I slit you open like a pig, I also kill her.”
GM: Shenvallei, you gain the exit.
Alusair glances down at Jess, “Perhaps, though, that would be a mercy.”
Jesebel: “Shame… I would hate to cause you that much anguish, so as to blame me for your own act of murder.”
Alusair: “Murder? You and I have different definitions of the term, I see.. and since you are talking of killing an innocent woman to further your own ends, I don’t see as you’ve much ground to stand on.”

Jesebel: “More ground than you, feeble one. For who are you to lay claim to the title Godslayer? That title is mine, and mine alone. This body is merely a convenient vessel, a means to an end. It means nothing to me how you defile it.”
Alusair: “Are you trying to get me to kill you, spirit?”
Jesebel: “Please do…end this poor soul’s anguish, and release me from this weak prision of sullied flesh.”
Jesebel smiles at you sweetly.

Alusair: “An interesting proposition.. I kill you and release you to find a new host..”
Alusair: “If I was seeking an excuse to commit mass murder, I suppose I would just follow you from host to host. That would be a merry little game, wouldn’t it?”
Jesebel: “Oh, you’d be such fun to play with…”
Jesebel: “Come now, untie me, and we’ll have a little party, you and I.”

Alusair: “Mmm… tempting, but it seems rather much a betrayal of sorts.”
Jesebel: “Betrayal? Oh, no betrayal… Jesebel here is very much awake, and I’m savoring the screams of terror she’s letting out… they taste… mmm…”
Alusair: “While you may find that delightful, I find the thought more heartbreaking.”

Jesebel: “Touching, to be sure… I wonder how much more she can endure, though… two souls pressed into the same body… there was barely enough room in here for her as it was, but now with the soul of a god? It is a wonder she has lasted this long.”
Alusair: “Even if I wished to do anything, I can do nothing unless I choose to end it. Shen has already gone out to seek your sacrifice.”
Jesebel: “Good… a good lad, he is. Maybe he can save her too, if he hurries.”
Jesebel: “Such delicious memories she has… was it true the scrawny one dove to his death to save her?”

Alusair: <bitterly> “A noble, if foolish gesture, given they’d have both died once they were on the ground.”
Jesebel: “A shame it being all for naught, isn’t it…if he doesn’t hurry, that is… I don’t think she can scream for much longer.”
Alusair: ”..........”
Alusair: “You realize that if your host is gone by the time Shen returns, we’ll leave you in that body and leave you somewhere no-one will ever find you.”

Jesebel: “Oh, certainly, you wouldn’t do that… not when there’s still hope! For your love, for that is what she is, is it not?”
Alusair flinches as if struck, the sword still gripped in her hand to this point falling to the floor.
Jesebel: At this point, you hear speak of wedding plans from the hallway.
GM: A man enters, looking around. “What kind of organization is this, that they work from the basement of this…hovel?”
Alusair looks towards the door, rising and recovering her sword in the same motion. She turns and goes to the far corner, slumping down into it and hugging her knees, staring blankly to watch whatever happens, visibly shaken.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I pull the man back outside gently. “Forgive me sir. A gift of hope of hapiness for you. Things may grow dangerous so it is best to always have some protection. An early wedding gift.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: I hand him my shortsword +1.
GM: You do so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: And bid him farewell and a long life of hapiness.
GM: You do.
GM: He leaves, confused.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I enter the building.
GM: You do so
GM: The woman follows you
Shenvallei D’ansille: “No, go with your husband quickly.”
Alusair: ”....”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Your future husband.”
GM: You do so.
GM: She leaves.
Alusair: ”. . .”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Its over.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I could not do it.”
Alusair: ”....”
Jesebel: ”...where is my sacrafice, cur?”
Alusair: “I’m with the fiend. Ghost. Spirit. God. Whatever he is.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “It is OVER.”
Alusair: ”.....”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “You are the god-killer, no?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “The one the Athar are told of but yet are told not to beleive in?”
Jesebel: “I am the one and only rightful God. The only one deserving.”
Jesebel: “The Athar are fools to not believe in me, though their belief in all other gods may soon be proven right.”
Alusair: “Shen.. you are aware of what you are doing, correct?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We have lost Al. I will not damn another soul to this thing and yet it tortures Jesebel. We are at an impasse. Jesebel is nothing but a wounded animal now. Either we find help or she must be… set free.”
Alusair: ”. . .”
Alusair: “You don’t understand, do you? There’s no time to find help.”
Jesebel: “You are a fool. Your woman might have been returned to you. You think me some spirit, easily banished? I dare you, bring me your most puissant priest.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Then do what must be done.”

Alusair: “My judgement is not impartial, Prime. Do not tell me to do ‘what must be done’.. you might not like what happens.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I fully expect it.”
Jesebel: “I knew it…the mewling coward cannot take the blade into his own hands, nor can he doom another, the only one who could save his little slave girl.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “And you lose as well. While you may have eternity as your ally god-thing, I sense you are urgent to some forthcomming event. Last chance to bargain or we all lose.”
Alusair gets up, ramming her sword back into its scabbard and approaches “Jess”.
Alusair: “You speak Infernal, spirit?”

GM: What follows is a solid minute long stream of interspersed languages, punctuated by Jesebel’s screaming.
The screaming stops, and Jesebel slumps back.
Alusair: Pick her up and untie the ropes.
GM: She remains limp.
Alusair: “Can you walk?”
Jesebel: ”...truly, you think that I, Jesebel, cannot walk?”
She stands, daintily, her voice returned to normal.
Alusair: “Huh.”
Alusair: “Come.”
Shenvallei D’ansille looks up.
Alusair: Go to the front door, pat the kobold on the head as pass him if he’s around.
Alusair: as I*
GM: He is around, making tea, despite the commotion. The table is, oddly enough, set for two.
Shenvallei D’ansille: follow.

He shoos you out the door. “Go, go. Friend be here soon. Humans no can be seen!”
Alusair: “We’re leaving, don’t worry.”
Alusair: Once we’re outside, start walking, aimlessly, keeping abreast of Jess. Mutter something in infernal.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Where are we going?”
Alusair: “Where-ever we end up, there we are going. If you want no part in my fall, I would return to Zero’s hideout.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I follow silently.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Resetting Wizard Powers
Jesebel’s arm darts out, pointing at a man, decked out in plate armor, emblazoned with the sigil of Tyr, a pretty little blond woman hanging onto his arm, as he walks along with a spear, the tip of which is wrapped with a sort of rosary.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Alusair?”
Alusair: “You had your chance, Shen. Can you do it yourself, fiend, or do you need something from me?”
Alusair: (second part directed to Jess)
Jesebel: ”...his wife. Run her through.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Do not do this”
Shenvallei D’ansille: If they move another step forward Im taking a combat action.
Jesebel: “You had your chance, snivelling magelet.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “You will stop and not damn another to your suffering.”
Alusair: “No, no, I’m reasonably sure I’m damning another to it, not the spirit.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I take 10 paces backwards.
Alusair: Keep walking.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Deep Slumber] -> Puts 10 HD of creatures to sleep.
Jesebel: “Putrescent maggot, I am eternal. All fall to vengeance. It is inevitable.”

GM: Jesebel’s eyes snap shut.
Alusair breathes out a sigh of relief.
GM: The spell seems to have spent itself on Jesebel.
Alusair: “Thank the goddess. It did us a favor, picking out a sodding holy man.”
Alusair: “With a bit of luck the basher might be able to give us a hand with this.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: ”.. Indeed? INDEED!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I rush foward waving to the priest.
GM: You do so. You damn near wind up on his spear, but you stop in time to avoid major injury.
Alusair: Pick up the sleeping Jess and get her somewhere discreet.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Sir, I noticed your holy symbol and we are in dire need of help from a faithful.”
Alusair: Also waking her up and informing her of the situation… I assume I can do that quietly.. and get her to play possum.
GM: You do so.
GM: He barks at you in some ancient tongue, and you notice he’s missing his right hand.

Alusair stands off to the side, sword hanging loosely in her hand and keeping watch, waiting for Shen to bring help.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Bow graciously. Forgive me I do not understand sir.”
GM: He stares at you, and with great difficulty, grates out the words, heavily accented. “Help…? Who? Why?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Our friend, appears to be possessed by some evil spirit claiming to be vengeance. She is over here.”
He wanders over, his wife trailing behind some many feet, timidly.
He kneels by the body and begins muttering prayers in ancient tongues, sylables beyond the comprehension of your mind.
He traces patterns, which erupt with white light, but eventually fade to nothing, over Jess’s body.
Kiergath (Alusair): If its not a spell, I can understand it. Sorry to be a pain.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): and if it is I have a chance at it, +17 spellcraft :P
GM: Not quite magic… not that you’re familiar with anyway.

GM: The man mutters and redoubles his efforts, setting his spear aside
He begins breaking out vials and powders from his pouches, setting to work with a will.
GM: Shenvallei, you notice several holy relics from your homeland being place about the body.
Alusair leans against the wall, one leg up with the foot braced on it and her arms folded across her chest.
Alusair: err, “a” wall
Jess’s eyes slowly lose their red glow, and her breathing becomes less labored.
GM: The giant of a man unfolds, muttering prayers all the way up.
GM: “Short one…care of girl?”

Shenvallei D’ansille: I look down at Jesebel, then back at the priest. “Is it gone?”
GM: “Thank Tyr, and my wife, it is gone… for her strength feeds mine.”
Alusair: “Is it? Wake her and make sure.”
He turns, then his eyes widen in suprise, anguish, and anger, as he rushes forward, clutching at a body lying on the ground, crying out in his old tongue.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “You have my eternal thanks. As does your wife. As does Tyr.” I wake Jesebel.
wakes swiftly, a glint of red remaining in her eye, then, as a violent roar erupts from the Tyr-man, the red winks out, her collar shatters, and the Tyr-man’s bellow becomes Satanical laughter.
Alusair: “Well.. that was.. dramatic.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What in the nine hells is this?” I jump back and face the Tyrite.

He stands, letting the limp, bloody body of his wife collapse to the ground. As he turns to you, his face twists slightly, and his armor instantly corrodes and rusts, turning an almost black-red color.
Vengeance: “Free from that wretched body at last…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Lightning Bolt] -> Electricity deals 1d6/level damage.
GM: Roll away, friend Shenvallei.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Initiative [1d20+5 = 11]
Alusair remains motionless, head bowed, her copper-colored hair hanging like a veil and obscuring her face.
The Tyrite stands firm, laughing and smiling, his teeth gleaming white, his right hand a bloody mass, pulsing and throbbing, forming into a new hand.
Alusair: Initiative [1d20+2 = 4]
Kiergath (Alusair): on the off-chance I choose to act.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): how do I roll 5d6 again?
Shenvallei D’ansille: [5d6 = 15]
Shenvallei D’ansille: nm :)
GM: [1d20 = 20]

The Tyrite seems to phase slightly out of the way of the bolt of lightning, causing it to strike down three pedestrians who had gathered at the spectacle.
A woman cries out in sadness and fear, sobbing, and the Tyrite grins.
Vengeance strides forward, towards Jesebel’s body.
Alusair: Hold action unless he actually makes a move to harm Jess.
GM: He does not.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ironstaff of Scorching Ray (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 25]
Your Staff spits out a ray of firelight, striking the Tyrite square in the chest.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ironstaff of Scorching Ray (Damage) [4d6 = 14]
The blow rocks him to the side, and you feel your staff warm slightly to your touch.

He steps forward again, kneeling down by Jesebel, his hand on the Tyrite’s spear, which had been left next to her.
Alusair: Same thing.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Does he seem to care that I am there?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: minus the “
GM: He notices you, he shot you a hurt look after each attack, although the first had more mirth in it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: hurt as in physical or mental?
GM: Mental.
Shenvallei D’ansille: delay
You do so. He kisses Jesebel on the forehead, grabs the spear, slams it into the collection of relics, then turns to smile at you both.

Alusair: Same thing.
Shenvallei D’ansille
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ironstaff of Scorching Ray (Attack 1) [1d20+7 = 17]
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): no armor bonus for ranged touch iirc
The staff suddenly glows blazing hot in your hands, then ruptures, causing 3 points of splintering damage.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Drop it.
You do so.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Is it destroyed?
GM: It seems to be that way, yes.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): ffs
Shenvallei D’ansille: did the spell go off or did it fail when the staff exploded?
Vengeance: “I must thank both of you… it was most unpleasant to inhabit such a helpless body for so long.”
GM: Failed.

Shenvallei D’ansille: I take a few steps backward.
Alusair remains motionless, “Then thank us in the one meaningful way you can – be gone.”
Vengeance: “Oh, I’ll never be truly gone from you two… we’re too alike, we three… You hate me, don’t you?”
Vengeance: “Want to destroy me, rend me for what I’ve done to you?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Not as much as they do, I point behind him.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill Bluff
He smiles and turns, arms open to the people he thinks are behind him.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Draw the dagger and stick it in his back.
GM: Alright…attack roll please.
Shenvallei D’ansille: sigh I did and got a 16 it didnt register. Ill re-roll.
Shenvallei D’ansille: hmm Im throwing dice its not registering
Alex: Just drop it in the box?
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d20 = 17]
Shenvallei D’ansille: even better I hope.

GM: The dagger slips in through the rust in his armor, piercing his skin slightly. There’s a horrifying, ear-rending screech, and the body of the priest collapses to the ground, near ontop of Jesebel, but misses by fractions of an inch. The red color slowly fades from his armor, and the dagger melts away into nothingness.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Turn the Tyrite on his back and look at his face.
His face is normal, despite having hit the pavement quite hard.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I back off and give him time to recover if at all.
GM: He’s not breathing.

GM: Jesebel, on the other hand, is.
GM: Eyes normal, not quite sure what’s going on.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I help her up, look in her eyes to make sure she is ok, and give her a hug. “Im glad you are alright.”
Jesebel: “What…happened…? Why is this Tyrite lying next to me?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We will explain everything later. This man saved us at the cost of his and his wife’s lives.”
Jesebel: “That was awfully nice of him..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I look to where my stray lightning bolt hit. Did I kill anyone?
GM: Three dead.
Alusair kicks off the wall and starts walking slowly, probably back to Zero’s.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Gods…”

Jesebel: “What happened to them, Shenvallei?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lets get out of here.” Follow Alusair.
GM: You arrive at Zeros, sending the Kobold into a small fury, but he calms down.
GM: You get to Zero’s main room without incident.
Alusair: Apologize quietly to the kobold on the way through.
GM: He accepts.
Jesebel: “What happened to those people, Shenvallei? Shouldn’t we be helping them?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im leaving Al. Tommorrow.”
Alusair: “Ah?”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “5 people died today because of me. I should have been more careful.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I killed them Jesebel. It was my magic that was misaimed. And now they are dead.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I will do what I can to help their families but then I should go.”
Alusair: “Your magic was not misaimed, your target ducked. Thats not misaiming.”
Alusair: “You killed three people and destroyed an evil force that would have wreaked untold amounts of havoc.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I really hadnt thought of it that way.”
Alusair: “You did not kill the girl, nor did you kill the priest – that spirit did.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What of you Alusair? Have I not brought malady to your life since the day Ive entered the alley near the temple of Hanseath?”

Alusair: “If you had not, it would have come some other way.”
Alusair: “At least this way I may have been doing some good.”
Jesebel: “And if it weren’t for you two, I’d still be rusting in that bar, enslaved to a dead man!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Is this why men drink?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Speaking of enslavement. Check your collar Jesebel.”
Alusair: “Yes, I believe it is, Shen…”
She does so, finding it not there, and is confused.
Kiergath (Alusair): brb
Shenvallei D’ansille: “The being that had you bound shattered your collar when it left you. I think that means you are free Jesebel.” I smile at her honestly happy.

Jesebel: She smiles, grateful, then sad. “Does that mean I have to leave you both now?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “It means you have some say in your destiny now. Something all of us should have. You will always be welcome by our side if you choose to stay.”
Alusair sits silently, watching them both and listening, head currently against the wall and eyes half closed.
Jesebel: “I don’t really feel safe anywhere else.”
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): Im up for continuing as long as you both want to go. I realize the time difference so just speak up when you think we oughtta pause.
Alex: I think it’s a good place to call it.

Kiergath (Alusair): <shrug>
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): grabbin a drink brb
Kiergath (Alusair): I’m just browsing portraits – hence the silence. Not much to say at this juncture.
Alusair: Looking for moar portraits.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): sorry I mentioned drink and thought it might be a good idea irl :P
Kiergath (Alusair): works for me. I’ve still got one. :P
Alex: Hahaha…
Shenvallei D’ansille: “What of Azuras? I did not see him at the Harmonium hq.”

Shenvallei D’ansille: “Tommorrow is another day. For now let us rest.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Resetting Wizard Powers
Jesebel: Alright…you shack up at Zero’s place.
GM: And now the DM is going to shack up.
Kiergath (Alusair): lol.
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): nite Alex.
Alex: Night Nick
Shenvallei (Shenvallei D’ansille): cant beleive I lost my staff

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