Snack Talk (part 3)
Log Info
- Title: Snack Talk Part 3
- Emitter: Braelnoir
- Characters: Sabina, Ashes, Elena, Bannon, Lysos
- Place: RP2: Vorhearst Mansion
- Time: Tuesday, May 12, 2020, 6:44 PM
- Summary: The party has moved up to the Vorhearst Mannor. As they arrive, Elena does as well. She is collecting donations to help with the Plague Ooze. Ash tells her they suspect the lady of the house is a Baetriov Vampire. The farm hands, meanwhile, are suspicious, and the pigs very confident. The party is invited to meet Lady Vorhearst. They make their introductions, Sabina offends her by channeling positive energy, which damages the vampire. She orders her men to attack. A battle ensues, mainly between her and Bannon, with Ashlee and Sabina taking some damage but Ash's channeling efforts keep everyone healed. Lysos manages to get the two henchmen down, while Ellastra attempts to seduce Bannon to her side again.
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The Vorhearst estate continues with it's morning routine, apparantly ignorant of the heiress apparant's plight. Hogs are slopped, some larger and more feisty than others, seeming more eager to take a snap at someone who gets too close. Chickens cluck and scratch, and in general, by weather, it's a beautiful day, perhaps ill suiting to face the suspected horrors that transpire within. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sabina 5'4" 130 Lb Human Female Tsuran woman of dark hair and green eyes Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face Elena 5'6" 125 Lb Half-Elf Female Half-Sil Cleric with a neat, disciplined appearance. Bannon 5'9" 195 Lb Human Male A shorter man of Tsuran heritage, with a thin moustace and goatee. Lysos 5'6" 105 Lb Human/Tsuran Female Dark eyes, dark hair, olive skin, a jotun-sized chip on the shoulder. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Braelnoir 5'11" 2146 Lb Chimeralih Female Four armed, silver snake woman w/black hair. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
The Vorhearst estate continues with it's morning routine, apparantly ignorant of the heiress apparant's plight. Hogs are slopped, some larger and more feisty than others, seeming more eager to take a snap at someone who gets too close. Chickens cluck and scratch, and in general, by weather, it's a beautiful day, perhaps ill suiting to face the suspected horrors that transpire within.
Sabina looks at all this normalness and gets a surreal feeling. With a look to the others she mutters a prayer to Tarien. "My lord of laughter, bless my sight so that tricks of magic may be seen for what they are." She continues to walk with the others and concentrates on the world around them and it's people as she moves. "I have a feeling.."
The ashen arvec stands near the gate, looking onto the estate, then back to look at everyone else. She squints a little in the morning sunlight, which makes her skull-face makeup gleam and her hair and clothes seem even more faded, "Is there a strategy we were going to use?"
The sounds of the horse come through even before the rider is seen. The half-elven woman sits atop the steed, hints of chainmail peeking out under the holy robes of a cleric of Eluna. Her hair is pulled back in a severe bun, and her expression is a mask of serious intent. As she approaches the gates, she looks down at the other travellers there, raising an eyebrow. "Are you also waiting on word with the lord of this manor?" she asks, swinging down gently off the horse and taking it by the reigns. "Is he not taking audiences yet?"
"Strategy? We could try talking. I mean.. I know that your theory is sound, and if it's the truth, then she needs to be stopped, but..." Lysos shrugs, clomping a few times in her ill-fitting boots. Borrowed boots. She steps aside some to make room for Elena and her horse. "Either way, we probably shouldn't loiter. Looks weird." She pauses, then adds, "Weirder."
The group of strangers does manage to catch the eyes of a few farmhands, though it's the arrival of the mounted woman that really brings the activity to a halt. Several look at each other, before three of them advise their fellows to get back to work, and begin to approach the gathering, "G'mornin'!" the eldest of them, broad of shoulder, intones to the group, "Welcome to the Vorhearst ranch!" a look between them, and, "Would ya be here for some of our...." a quizzical look to the skull tattoo, "fine cuts of hog, then?" It's worth noting that all of them are in boiled leathers, with a club and a couple of hatchets at each belt. Elena has partially disconnected.
Sabina looks up at Elena on her horse and raises a brow behind her coyote mithral mask. Her smile is uncovered though as she speaks. "Waiting to see the lord? No. Actually we were going to see the lady of the house. I was unaware there was a lord too. Perhaps we best talk then. Seeing as there is now a chnce that one or both is...not as they appear." She turns to the servants. "We're actually here to speak to the lady of the house."
"I would like some, yes." Ashlee says to the ranch hand, turning to look at him directly. No sound of actual interest in her voice. She gestures slightly at the others, specifically the half-sil cleric, "Once the main business is done."
She looks over at the others, then back to the hog herder, "Regarding Liatris, a private matter."
GAME: Ashes rolls diplomacy: (1)+0: 1 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Bannon rolls Diplomacy: (6)+11: 17 GAME: Elena rolls Diplomacy: (5)+8: 13 GAME: Sabina rolls diplomacy: (14)+12: 26 GAME: Lysos rolls diplomacy: (9)+7: 16
Appearing next to Ashlee, Bannon nods his head to the ranch hand, "Speaking of the main business, where can we find the lady of the house or the butler?" He glances towards Ashlee for a moment, a smile settling on his face as he's obviously shaken the hangover,
"Lady," Elena says, looking a bit relieved at first. "Well. This might be less unpleasant than I --" And then, a beat, looking over to Sabina. "What do you mean 'not as they appear'?" There's a healer's kit slung over one shoulder, and a formidable-looking mace swining from her belt on the opposite hip. Perhaps not a fighter by nature, but no stranger to the necessity of violence when called for. But it's the farmhands that get the incredulous look from the woman, raising her eyebrows. "Cuts of ... not... exactly," she says, attempting to keep very voice level. "I'm here seeking assistance for the plague. Donations of supplies, or funds, if available." She reaches up, rubbing lightly at a temple, clearly trying her best to be polite and not quite succesfully ccomplishing that feat, the weariness of the road adding a bit of rust to normally polished manners.
Sabina laughs lightly and steps forwards again. "Please forgive us. We're all outsiders from your town, as you can plainly tell. We do need to speak to your lord and or your lady as soon as possible. We bear some news about the lady's daughter. It's rather.. important." She says growing serrious. "Is there someone that could lead us to them or at least point the way. It's a matter needing discretion and timely seeing to." She sort of whispers to the man that stepped up to speak to them.
Lysos puts a hand over her face. The action probably doesn't help matters, but it doesn't feel like it could hurt much either. Also, it means she doesn't have to look at the farmhands with the nasy looking clubs. And sharp hatchets. "Oh stars." She drops her hand, then, some of her tension leaving as Sabina's silvered words lend her some hope that she might convince the farmhands to let them through. "And then cuts of hog. After that, we'd really like to buy some meat. Bacon. Sausage. Mmmm, pork."
The arvec's words, being the first to reply, seem to rub the men the wrong way, the one to the rear left particularly bristling when Liatris is mentioned. He starts to say, "H-" when the raised hand of the elder brings him up short. The words from her comrades don't seem to help very much at all. In fact, there a few notable downtics in their mood as the conversations go on. After simmering for a moment, the elder finally in a quite hostile tone begins, "The lady is handling important business." He glances icily at the Arvek.
The mounted woman, clearly travelling seperately gets a dark look at first, though he takes a breath and ries to effect a more welcoming demeanor, "I apologize, yer Seership. I fear these folks come with personal business fer the Matron of the house, though, I suspect she would be ammenable to yer request once this... other issue is resolved."
Then, as the woman in the shiny mask interjects, and the words of the flustered stargazer, he seems vaguely mollified, though just, and after a deep steadying breath ammends his previous remark with "Though, as it concerns her daughter, I'll, inform her at once. Ya'll should wait at the Bed'n'Bacons."
Ash stays silent for the moment, looking at the others. Then gazes back down the hill. "I'd rather spare her the walk."
GAME: Bannon rolls Sense Motive: (12)+7: 19
The farmhand is genuinely unhappy. he will tell the matron about this, and is reasonably sure about his claim toward Elena's postulate request
Bannon considers it for a moment, and then nods his head. He looks around to the others and then mentions, "I think meeting the Lady of the House at the Bed'n'Bacons is a reasonable request given that it's not too much trouble to the Lady of the House."
Elena simply moves back to the horse, stroking its snout gently, whispering to it as she gives the servant a nod. Looking over her shoulder to the others, she drops her voice significantly, attempting to not be overheard by the man with the clubs. "So what is it that you suspect is amiss here?" she asks again, glancing around to whoever is within hearing distance. The new arrival seems as confused as the servants.
Lysos glances at Ashlee.. then nods her head quickly, indicating her agreement... then looks crestfallen when Bannon seems to prefer the idea of returning. Yes, she's hamming it up. "But I wanted to see the pigs! I'll bet you when they're all cleaned up they look so cute! So cudly and warm!" Then she gasps softly, putting a hand to her mouth. "Do they get big enough to ride? Maybe for little folk? That would be amazing... Can't we wait here, and watch the pigs in the meantime?"
GAME: Lysos rolls bluff: (4)+12: 16
Ash moves over to Elena's horse, reaches out slowly and strokes the snout as well. She's standing so the farm hands can't see her, and speaks softly. "Ellastra Vorhearst, the lady of the house, is a Baetriov vampire and has been charming villagers every two months up to her the mansion where she drains them into her blood bath and feeds their remains to her pigs."
This news delivered, the arvec keeps petting the horse.
GAME: Braelnoir rolls 1d20-1: (6)+-1: 5 GAME: Braelnoir rolls 1d20+4: (3)+4: 7
Elena blinks, but does her best to keep her expression under control. The words from Ashes are -clearly- not what the cleric was expecting. "I see," she replies. Glancing down to ensure that the mace is attached to her hip, she looks around at the others, and then back at Ashes. "That -- clarifies some things." She clearly can't say 'helps', here. "Thank you. And here I thought the most dangerous thing I would engage in today was attempting to wrest coin from nobility. The gods hear our desires and grant our prayers, indeed." Turning her head to the sige just a bit, she mutters, just for herself, "But they sure have a strange sense of humor..."
Sabina watches Ashes move over to fill in the cleric and smiles as Lysos plays the innocent who wishes nothing more then to spend time with the animals. She laughs and moves to Lysos's side while looking at the pigs and the man who went off to get the lady. "You're right. I imagine they'd be quite cute cleaned up and with bows about their necks, hmm?" She calls after the headman. "Would there be an issue with us staying here then? If nothing more then to allow the Lady of the house less of a walk to speak with us as she says?"
Bannon blinks, his head tilting down as he hand comes up to cover his mouth. There's a bit of a curl to his mouth, making it pretty clear that he's hiding a grin. He cleans his throat, looking towards Ashes and nodding his head solemnly, "Not for nothing, but I love the way you seem to love to watch the world burn." He flashes a quick grin towards Sabina and then looks back to the man, "As they said, they'd like to stay and look at the pigs. Far be it for me to talk them out of it." With a winning smile, he tilts his head slightly, "Do you mind, sir?"
GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Diplomac: (18)+11: 29 GAME: Sabina rolls diplomacy: (1)+12: 13 (EPIC FAIL)
The men, still somewhat discomfitted by the manners of some of their assorted guests, are somewhat settled as at least the man amongst them sounds ready to aquiesce.
The antics of Lysos bring a curious expression to the fellows, but it's the man who hasn't spoken yet, a gent with a tiny voice and a lisp from the missing teeth and slightly lowered cheekbone on one side of his face, says, "Thethe ain't ridin' hogth, ma'am. Want a ridin' critter, gotta rear'm to it from birth." The elder clears his throat and nods in apparant agreement with his junior, "Our hogs're pretty spirited, miss." Spirited is a word for it, "But..." The man clearly doesn't like where he is, but, as the masked woman and the reasonable gent start to lean in to appease the stargazer, he glances back to the one still a little bristly, "Deke, tell the Matron that we have visitors. Go." While reluctant, the bristly man nods, "I'm own it." and he jogs back to the manor proper.
Ashlee makes a slight dip of her head towards Elena, then Bannon, as they comment on what she's said. The morning sun is quite harsh on her clothes, highlight their threadbare seams, the once-black fabric. It glints nicely off the silver piercings around her eyebrows, and makes her skull-face quite bright. Her eyes are all but lost in their darkened sockets. She takes a small cigarello out of her satchel, lights it, commenting, "There is rather a lot of fresh air."
Holding the cigarello to her mouth, she inhales enough to get the tip flaring, then exhales. She stares off at nothing in particular, casually wondering, "is confronting her here better than in town?" She inhales deeply this time, holding her breath and exhaling only a little bit before breathing in again. When she finally does exhale, it's smoke for the next three breaths. She will not have to worry about fresh air anymore. She watches as the smoke floats upwards and mixes with the spiral from her stick.
The coil of the cigareillo's wafting smoke holds to some cohesion as that expelled from Ashe's lips rises to meet it. The cloud rises upward slowly, lassoed by the gossamer tether before both disperse as one.
Sabina gives Lysos a sort of sisterly hug and a shrug before turning towards the others and muttering so as not to be heard. "Better here then a place where we could endanger others of the town or worse yet, allow them to be controled by the creature.. if she truely is a creature and this is not some crazy mistake."
Bannon looks towards Ashes, shaking his head, "No. We've already proven that we know the layout of the Bed'n'Bacon better than we know this place." He trails off, his shoulders rising and then falling. He then grins, "But hey..." He gestures, "We get to see the pigs." To Sabina, Bannon tilts his head and then comments, "I don't know. Some of those townsfolk seemed game for it. I had to talk them down."
"I don't think that -seeing- the pigs is the problem," Elena says, still tending to the horse as she chews over the new information. "Smelling them may be. Or perhaps more accurately how to -avoid- smelling them. Or smelling -like- them." The hazards of farm work. "Though if your theory is correct that's probably a secondary worry."
Lysos's return hug to Sabina is quick, the kind someone brimming with excitement might give when they're eager to see more. Her broad grin positively lights up her face as well. While the others quietly discus the pros and cons of a potential confrontation on a potentially evil foe's potentially dangerous lair, she does her best to keep up with her own pretense of pig gazing by watching what she can of the walking bacons.
The ashen arvec watches the smoke curl up, and listens. After her first few puffs she seems content to hold the burning stick as if it was a fat piece of incense. Around her smells more like burnt spices instead of damp earth. "Both locations have issues," She agrees. "In with the pigs would be worse." She shades her eyes with her free hand, watching the mansion.
GAME: Ashes rolls perception: (12)+3: 15
As the adventurers discuss the issues of their potential meeting grounds, the men, despite being intent upon them, seem to take no notice of it, holding to a general, almost weary wariness about them.
The Bristly man, Deke, begins to return from the manse at a jog and, as he draws near, spears the smoking woman with a bit of a glare, but, "Erol, sh'says she'll see them now." he asides.
The elder fellow, Erol, nods and glances, "Alright, then. John, check the pens."
"Thure thing, Erol." and the man with the slightly lopsided face moves on to go be in charge for a little while. "Follow me, please..."
GAME: Ashes rolls knowledge/nature-3: (9)+7+-3: 13
The manse has seen many years, and has the sort of farmsteady feel one would expect from a home housing generations of family bereft of such sinister entertainments as has been suggested about this one. The men stomp the soil from their boots before stepping inside and that feel, for the most part remains. Some of the interior walls suggest that in years past, this was a smaller structure, as perhaps the Vorhearst were of less afluence or number. An expansive dining room capable of presumably seating the entire household and crew is currently occupied by two women. One, the usual maidservant of an understated comeliness stands close at hand to the Matron staring out the window... a vision of dark hair and a warm glow to her fair features. She has a sort of polite smile at her lips, and the lay of her fine silk dress is impeccable, "Hail and good morning." she offers, closing the ledger lain along the crook of her elbow to hand to the maid, "Return this to the study, Maeble, then, put some tea on for our guests." The maid bows and takes the ledger and turns to leave with a, "Yes, ma'am."
Elena hitches the horse to a post, whispering to the creature once more as she adusts the healer's back she wears, following the others. As they're lead in for their audience, she gives a polite bow of her head and an easy smile. "Hail and good morning to you as well," she greets, clasping her hands in front of her. "I am Seer Elena Tenirieth, and I apologize for not sending word of my coming. Things have been -- rather unpredictable as of late."
Sabina steps up with Elena and pulls forth her holy symbol to show to the lady of the house. "And I am Sabina of Tarien." She says with a warm smile. "A blessing apon thy house and may Tarien protect it from all evils!" She says with certitude and meaning. A small pulse of power pushing out from her body and outward.
GAME: Sabina rolls 1d6: (4): 4
Ashlee follows along, trailing a small plume of smoke from her cigarello. She inhales rarely from it, but usually following a particularly good whiff of hog. Entering the mansion, she thumps her books clear. As the others introduce themselves, she follows suit. "Ashlee Ciardah, Mourner of Vardama. I'm here for your dead."
As everyone introduces themselves, Bannon nods his head, "I'm..." He then blinks, shaking his head, "Sod it." He then chuckles, "Nobody cares." He has mostly spent his time appraising the house and the room they're in in particular.
Lysos despite her presented curiosity about the hogs, Lysos does breathe a little easier once they are all guided inside. She politely stomps the road dirt and mud from her own boots, then takes in... everything. Any pictures that may be hanging on the walls. Tapestries. Heirlooms that might tell the story of the place. When they are at last presented before the lady of the house, she dips into a brief curtsey, but refrains from introducing herself. She has, after all, no fancy titles. Instead she just presents herself as a wide-eyed, innocent tourist.
The lady of the house inclines her head politely, "Well met, Seer, I understand you wish to request aid for the victims of the dreadful plague we've been hearing of." her smile broadens some, reassurance, perhaps, though the actions of the second priestess, more importantly the outflow of power from her actions, makes her flinch slightly as though slapped and her expression becomes terrible in her anger. The third priestess's words are, truly, no help, "How dare you!" she snaps and glances at the big fellow next to Sabina and with a gemlike shimmer in her eyes, orders Bannon, "Kill that one!" and pointing at the Tarien with a beautifully manicured finger.
GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Will+Charisma: (18)+2+3: 23 GAME: Lysos casts Shield. Caster Level: 3 DC: 15
"Oh, stars above, here we go," Lysos mutters as Ellastra LOSES IT. "Defendarius!" Lysos's magically summoned shield flares blue for a second before fading from sight, but her attention isn't on Ellastra.. instead on the door they came from, worried about reinforcements.
GAME: Elena rolls 1d20+5: (11)+5: 16 GAME: Elena spends ONE use of HAND OF THE ACOLYTE.
Elena watches as Sabina steps up next to her, that surge of power blooming forth, and then Ashlee so flatly stating her mission. Elena sighs, looking to the woman. "Or we could skip niceties." She gives Bannon a mild shrug, then reaches for the mace at her side. Her eyes narrow at the woman, and the weapon seems to fly from her hand, just narrowly missing its target before blinking back to her palm in a flash of light.
GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Ranged: (11)+7: 18
As their hostess commands him to kill the Tarienite priestess, Bannon's eyebrows shoot up. He then gestures with a thumb towards Sabina, "Who, her?" He looks towards Sabina now, then shakes his head, looking back towards the lady of the house, "I don't think so, Chief, that mask is scary."
As the asp flies, Bannon reaches out and removes his hat, tossing it to land on the seats of one of the chairs adjacent to the tables. He puts a foot up onto the chair at the foot of the table, leaping nimbly up to the table top. With a few quick steps, he slides the last few feet, drawing a dart from the strep of sheaths that surround his left thigh. He tosses it at Ellastra, but only muffles the dress.
GAME: Ellastra rolls 1d20+3: (14)+3: 17 GAME: Ellastra rolls 1d6+2: (6)+2: 8 GAME: Ellastra damaged you for 8 points. 6 HP remaining. GAME: Deke rolls 1d20+3: (4)+3: 7
While initially surprised by the sudden urge to attack by his mistress, the elder man, Erol draws his hatchet and moves forward, laying in a viscious blow on the Arvek. There could be some lingering feels at work, there.
Deke, the one more incensed about that whole affair, instead makes his way to go after the one who recognizably attacked his lady! Alas. Whiff trumps wrath!
GAME: Ashes rolls knowledge/religion+5: (5)+7+5: 17 GAME: Ashes rolls 1d6: (1): 1 GAME: Ashes rolls bluff: (12)+0: 12 GAME: Braelnoir rolls 1d20-1: (20)+-1: 19
"It's the only reason I go anywhere." Ash says, explaining in monotone to Ellastra, to no effect. She watches as the fight starts, standing still with a small trail of smoke wafting up from her stick. She is not expecting Erol to swing an axe at her.
Ashlee makes a squeak of pain as it connects, and steps out of his way. She fumbles pulling a small set of scales out of her satchel, barely managing to hold onto it. There is... a kind of warmth centred on her. First a chill like someone stepped on your grave, then it withdraws, leaving a more pleasant absence.
"Good aligned, piercing weapons will work, light. Not sunlight vulnerable but can be blinded." She relays, trying to be defensive.
GAME: Sabina casts Color Spray. Caster Level: 1 DC: 14 GAME: Braelnoir rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11 <OOC> Braelnoir says, "roll 1d4 please?" GAME: Sabina rolls 1d4: (4): 4
Bina blanches as the world sort of goes to hell rather quickly. People racing about and attacking the vampiress and then the hoggers attacking them! And poor Ashes getting hurt! "Nononono!" She raises her hands in a practiced way and chants in the eldrich tounge, a dazzling tail of feathery lights blasting the man with blood on his cleever right in the eyes. Who then stands there rather stupified while Sabina moves in closer to Ashes and pulls out a silvery looking dagger.
GAME: Ellastra rolls 1d20+13: (19)+13: 32 GAME: Ellastra rolls 1d20+13: (9)+13: 22 GAME: Ellastra rolls 2d4+6: (4)+6: 10 GAME: Ellastra rolls 1d4+3: (3)+3: 6
The Matron Vorhearst, altogether beautiful, and now thoroughly pissed off, rather than baring fangs and hissing or other such vamply behavior, pulls a fine stilleto from her bodice as she scoots around the table with skirts aswishing and stabs viciously at the man who dared rumple her dress. It's only the man's boyish charms, perhaps the cheeky glint in his eyes that adds enough a flutter to her vile heart that it's skipping a beat turns a certain deathblow into a mere egregious wound.
GAME: Lysos casts Color Spray. Caster Level: 3 DC: 15 GAME: Ellastra rolls 1d20+3: (19)+3: 22
Lysos takes a few quick breaths while she watches the chaos unfold... and it takes her mind a moment to realize that she isn't in immediate danger. "Okay. Okay. You can do this," she tells herself, then sucks in another breath and inches around the table towards the man attacking Elena. "Hey!" she says, not quite squeaking, to try and get his attention, then she throws her hand up towards him, fingers splayed. "Razzle Dazzle!" Too bad she mistimed it.. or maybe didn't get his attention at all, for the colours wash harmlessly over the back of his head.
GAME: Elena casts Align Weapon. Caster Level: 3 DC: 16
Elena takes a quick step toward the vampire, turning just in time to lean back as the weapon swung at her misses her by a good margin. She whispers a quick prayer, "And her light shone through the darkness of the soul," clutching that strange-looking mace tighter as it seems to take on some manner of dull white shine.
GAME: Ashes rolls perception: (20)+3: 23 GAME: Sabina rolls perception: (11)+4: 15 GAME: Bannon rolls Perception+5: (13)+7+5: 25 GAME: Bannon rolls 1d6: (5): 5 GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Ranged+MW-1: (19)+7+MW+-1: 25 GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Ranged+MW-1: (19)+7+MW+-1: 25 GAME: Bannon rolls 2d6+Dexterity+Dexterity+4+3: (11)+4+4+4+3: 26 GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Intimidate: (15)+9: 24
As the vampire they're after hops into the table with Bannon, there is a momentary flash of surprise on his face as he's stabbed with a dagger. He reaches up, turning to the side to get a well-controlled amount of distance from their target. He reaches down, smoothly removing the rapier at his side from the sheath. With nary a second thought to being inches from a perilous fall, Bannon closes the distance, his footwork near perfect and precise as his arm uncoils at the end of the turn, plunging the tip of the rapier into the body of the vampire.
Bannon steps back, his sword withdrawing as quickly as he lashed out with it, calling out to his companions, "Luckbringer, your spell healed her. Be careful with magic!"
Erol, perhaps facing justice for venting his ire on the skull faced Arvek recoils with a cry of pain, staggering and blinking, his pupils almost nonexistant after the optical onslaught that's overloaded his senses.
GAME: Deke rolls 1d20+3: (15)+3: 18 GAME: Deke rolls 1d6+2: (3)+2: 5
Deke, ire stoked about everything after breakfast this morning, has his attention drawn by the woman shooting rainbows at him, and with a hateful 'Raagh!' slashes across her thigh with the amall axe in his hand.
Ashes says, "channel healing to self and allies" GAME: Ashes rolls 1d6: (6): 6 GAME: Braelnoir damaged you for -6 points. 13 HP remaining.
"She healed whatever you did," Ash says, sounding calmer, eyes darting around looking for threats. She taps her scales symbol, setting it swinging, "Feiu of the Tears, balance things."
This time there's a sensation of cool, damp, earth against the feet, softly pressing up between the toes. It's a lingering sensation that spreads up the legs, like sinking into a grave. Then it's gone as swiftly as it appears. That part feels really good. Ash flicks the butt of her cigarello away into a corner. No one is going to notice while a fight is going on.
GAME: Sabina casts Sleep. Caster Level: 1 DC: 14 GAME: Deke rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11
Sabina turns to face Deke and Lysos and begines to cast another spell. The peacock on her shoulder takes that moment to take a hike and fly up and over to some high spot, or if it has to under a piece of furniture for safety.
White puffy feathers seem to wisp about Sabina's wiggling fingers as she casts a more lengthy spell.
Deke... sleepytime. Thud.
GAME: Bannon rolls Perception+5: (15)+7+5: 27 GAME: Sabina rolls perception: (1)+4: 5 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Elena rolls Perception: (2)+6: 8 GAME: Lysos rolls perception: (15)+4: 19 GAME: Ashes rolls perception+5: (2)+3+5: 10 GAME: Braelnoir rolls 1d6: (6): 6 GAME: Bannon rolls Fort+Charisma: (14)+2+3: 19
Ellastra, taken momentarily aback by the fellow's deft bladework, actually retreats a step, cradling her wound with an earnest, momentary fear. She lifts her dagger hand, palsied in her brief reunion with mortality, with an almost accusing finger pointed at Bannon and there is a ripple of desaturation in the air around her hand, as of color retreating into itself momentarily, but to what effect? Her own dismay, it would seem by the look in her eye.
GAME: Lysos spends ONE use of TOUCH OF DESTINY.
"Gyah! OW! Oh horse turds.." Lysos slaps her hand down on the slash in her skirts to the wound on her thigh, expecting gushing blood.. only to find the wound gone before she even realizes. Her eyes cross slightly in confusion.. then she shakes her head. "Focus!" is her reprimand to herself. Deke is on the ground, snoozing.. for some reason.. but the frightening lady of the manor is still threatening Bannon who is dancing on the table. Keeping the table between herself and the evil mom, she stretches her arm out to touch Bannon's ankle. "Time to be a hero!"
GAME: Elena spends ONE use of HAND OF THE ACOLYTE. GAME: Elena rolls 1d20+5: (7)+5: 12
Elena lobs a newly-good-aligned battle-sprinkler at Ellastra's head. Sadly it goes wide.
GAME: Bannon rolls 1d20+Ranged+3-1: (12)+7+3+-1: 21 GAME: Bannon rolls 1d6+Dexterity+5: (2)+4+5: 11 GAME: Bannon rolls Intimidate+1: (16)+9+1: 26
Backing her up off the table, Bannon seems about ready to seize upon her until a momentary chill washes over him. He takes a step back, looking down as the hand touches his ankle. He looks to Lysos, flashing a big grin and bringing his sword up and away in a quick salute. He looks at the table as if measuring the distance. With a quick flourish of his sword, the airman lunges forward, his foot planting and then sliding the last inch or so until his toes seem to hang off the table. This changes his level just enough to put all his power into a stab at the vampire, the tip of his rapier puncturing skin. He coils back up as quickly as he uncoils, a fierce grin on his face, "Hurts, doesn't it?"
Ashlee stands there, holding her holy symbol in both hands in front of her chest. She stares at Ellastra. A long, uninterrupted, baleful stare that burns from the dark sockets of her skull face. Her eyes are beady, almost insect like. She stands still otherwise, tall and tattered. Focused on the Baetriov and Bannon.
GAME: Sabina casts Bless. Caster Level: 2 DC: 13
Behind her mask Sabina's eyes are wide as the second man falls to the floor asleep. The priestess blinks and looks about the room quickly and then takes up her holy symbol about her next and lifting her voice in prayer. "Oh got of tricks and luck, guide our weapons to pierce this evil one!" This time a more energetic wave of energy tickles along each person's skin in a feeling of near giggles.
GAME: Bannon rolls Will+Charisma: (8)+2+3: 13
Suddenly facing a very real chance of meeting the thing all of this was meant to prevent, soft flesh, flush with the life she'd so blithely stolen now pierced twice by this man's weapon, the Matron Vorhearst lifts frightened, desperate eyes and gives a plaintive, "Protect me...!" as her irises again get that gemlike glimmer.
Bannon gets a strange look in his eyes...
Bannon
The human man you espy is a colorful figure. He stands a few inches below six feet tall, with a lithe and athletic build. He is dusky skinned and brown eyed, with wild black hair that is kept to a length just below his neck and otherwise not styled in any particular fashion. He has a thin moustache extending out past the edge of his lips, and a strip of a beard that travels from the center of his lower lip to the center of his chin.
He is dressed in his working best, with the main bit of kit being a sleeveless leather jerkin that laces up the front. Beneath this is a bright blue shirt, with thin yellow stripes radiating down from the shoulders and disappearing into the widely flared gloves on his hands. His pants are dark grey in color, tight fitting, and tuck into a pair of boots that come just above his knee. The boots seem to have additional padding or light armor at the knees. Holding the jerkin in place is a woven leather swordbelt that rests on the man's waist, carrying an intricately hilted rapier. On his left thigh, a piece of leather acts as a holster for a small selection of daggers and darts. A strip of leather connects it to the swordbelt to hold it in place.
Elena
Elena is a half-sil, with fair skin and hair, standing slightly taller than most half-sil but slightly shorter than many human women. She wears golden hair in a tight, serious bun, and there is no makeup that can be seen on her, preferring a natural appearance. Bearing the symbols of Eluna, she wears a light set of chainmail seemingly designed specifically for her, the pale metal fitting securely over her form and offering her protection from danger. Bright blue eyes examine the world around her with a perceptive gaze that seems to almost be amused, most of the time.
Lysos
A Tsuran of average height and the typical olive skin of her people. Dark, wavy hair is mostly tamed by a leather thong binding it behind the base of her neck, though a few locks remain free to frame her face. A mouth that seems to want to smile, but doesn't dare. Dark eyes both wary and tired, not quite haunted but far from care-free. Overall an expression that suggests she expects the worst.
Clothes are what would be expected on a traveler. A brown leather vest worn over a dust-stained cotton blouse. Brown woolen skirts, divided for riding and walking, and soft traveler's boots. The clothes don't quite fit, like if someone were expecting to grow in to them. Or didn't have much of a chance to adjust them.
Black hair that is the color of a dark Summer night tumbles down in loose waves of silk , parted in the middle to either side, draping down past her slender shoulders to come to rest at mid-back. Those waves of shining night frame an innocent youthful face of olive skin with beauty mark that enhance rather than detract from her beauty. Large dark green eyes, sparkling and full of life and laughter, peer about as if looking for trouble to partake in. Perfect arching eyebrows add to the alluring gaze and lend to her an almost noble presence. Her cheekbones are high cut speaking to Tsuran heritage. Soft kissable full lips rest beneath a straight slightly button nose. The lines of her jaw are sharp feminine angles that put the finishing touches to her striking looks.
Sabina
This attractive woman is of elvish proportions. Standing at only a few inches above five foot but packed into that short stature are curves of proportionate beauty that can turn heads. A slender neck gives way to petite freckled shoulders that help support the full curves of her moderately endowed chest. An hour glass waistline widens back out into healthy hips that turn into short but shapely legs with dainty feet.
She wears a tight form hugging dress of black linen and silk, belted at the hip with daggers and pouches hanging neatly along it. Soft leather boots of ankle height cover her small feet.
When she’s out and about she is never without her peacock that normally rides apon her shoulder or struts about her feet when at ease.