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Branches claw and drag at rough wool, tearing fabric and leaving gashes. A dark cackle seems to stalk from the shadows driving me forward, away from the old woman and her ink. My head no longer spun, my stomach settled but something much worse than was following me. Rounding on the snarling shape amidst a break in the trees I brace, hands fumbling for a club, a rock, anything.
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Weight slams me against a trunk, my stomach lurching as I lash at the beast. One fist connects with soft tissue, spongy, wet, even as another scrapes along chitin plates. Panic dances and my vision swims as some hideous searing gel oozes along my arm.
 
  
My hiss accompanies a shoulder roll that sees the beast slammed through the thin scrub even as the familiar pain of a Graft blossoms across my jaw. The beast becomes aware that something is wrong, but even as it tries to pull away I strike, biting into the unprotected eye stalk.  
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'''Agyr Catacombs by the Docks'''
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The disheveled Jetta waves like a willow with eyes closed through the people by the docks. Guided by the strange visions she bounces between the thought of a library and the rat's warren of tunnels below the city streets. Choices. Choices. Rats and Wolves. Libraries and Spiders. There seems one strange books in that ancient library calling to her. Yet there's a face... "This is not good at all. Though I can not rely solely on that vision. The future is in constant Flux. So that may not be what will happen."
  
A burbling wail pierces the air as ichor drips from my grotesque expression. Staggering away from the writhing thing I inhale sharply and shudder as the Graft fades.  
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An snarl cuts into the ever shifting visions. During her stupor Jetta had wandered into the Valentic Catacombs, an ancient network of tunnels by that most subversive of cults. Every hall lined with the remains of ancient martyrs and secret chapels, it now mostly held shambling creatures hungry for flesh. A group of which loom in the shadows just outside the broken skylight. But thankfully Jetta knew what to do about such horrors.
  
I needed a real weapon, shelter.. time. The old woman had stolen everything.
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She screams.
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Pushing through the small corps of trees I tumble in the gloom to trip on a root and catch myself before I sprawl into a… a camp?
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The stranger wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve as his wineskin slips to the stump seat. The curling stench of stale drink rolls toward me along with the swaying silhouette, even as my breath steams with still cooling ichor.
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My hand twitches, fingers clenching as the figure stops only a short distance away leaving me nowhere to hide. So we stand in cold silence until he slurs, “Whersh your clothesh?”
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Nerta and crew left the dockside tavern with Kevan in tow, but their trip to the library was cut short at the sound of a scream. The deaf man heard nothing, but Wren's keen ears quickly pointed to an old building half way down the block. Nerta is off like a shot, leaving Wren to tug the deaf man along, and the quintet head down into the basement. The panicked cries made moving with care impossible, and so the group stumbles in the dark without light. But there ahead, Nerta can see the frantic flailing of a stranger, her meager backpack being used as a shield while dead things in the shape of men try to drag her to the ground to feast.
  
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The crack of a crossbow drops one creature just before it bites at the panicked woman. Vedens? No, he's too drunk. A quick glance spies Kevan pausing in the race to reload. It gave Nerta time enough to charge in with spear leveled, throwing back the next shambler before she spins into a kick that sends a third back amidst the bones and niches dedicated to Valentic martyrs. Ever skittish Wren remains as quick as ever, grabbing at Jetta and dragging her back while the cloaked woman slides into a dance of death that sees her bouncing from wall to creature and down again.
 
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Screaming worked? That's much better than being eaten... Everything becomes a blur to Jetta. Like a vision, but too clear. The spider and the catacomb? But where's the wolf? Stumbling across broken stone her eyes go wide at the feel of magic. Of ''dark'' magic.  
  
“Yes, let’s… get out of here,” nodding to Kevan the woman moved back toward the door and out onto the streets. It was so much warmer now than when she’d first arrived…
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Jetta suddenly goes nuts and screams frantically with images of the possible future. Everyone suddenly looking at her as if she is having some kind of attack.
  
Leading the motley crew down the winding streets the great towering edifice of the Odeon Cruor begins to loom above them. Built of Qual stone during the height of the Republic and shaped by the finest artisans, even now the towering statues peer down at the thronging crowds of the merchant square.
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The Old Man had been amused to see the arena still standing back when they’d first made it to the city. Apparently the Plebeian District had been cleared away to construct the massive structure all to give the newly minted adventurers a place to meet. Of course that meant homes and shops which had stood for generations had been demolished, all so the Patricians could enjoy a spot of leisure and blood sport. Even today, with the might of the Republic long since faded, the arena floor was rarely dry.
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As the group pushed through the crowd Jacinda was pacing back and forth before the great arena pausing only to buy a flatbread wrap from a street vendor. She knew this was where she was supposed to be, or close to it, but she still didn't know why, and her aching feet told her this whole thing was a fool's errand.
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Wren flutters back from the screaming Jetta as though bitten. The blink, blinking eyes scan the hall searching for something, anything to calm the panicking woman. But what had set her of? Had she seen; had she seen under the cloaks? What they were...  
  
"Blasted misbegotten feelings are no reason to run across a continent..."
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A snarling howl cuts in and, before Wren can act, as a rotting hound lunges from a side passage at the archer who'd stayed behind. "Kevan!"  
  
The woman muttered between bites of the warm food looking fierce in her heavy armour. So like a guard captain, with blades, mail, rope and more hanging from her heavy pack or travel cloak.
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But Wren's trill falls on deaf ears leaving him shocked as jaws close on his throat.
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"But I can feel ​​​​​​​this is the right place...!"
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Nerta's breath steams in the darkness as the last of shambler falls. Her glittering eyes twist to find Jetta in the throws of some sort of fit, with Wren and Vedens down the hall. Within a heartbeat, the woman drops to Jetta's side and grips her limbs in strong hands to hiss. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Focus on my voice. Focus here. It’s okay...
  
Then she turned at one edge of the street, spun around, and saw them.  An odd assortment, surely at least some of them on the same path as she, and that feeling that guided her here tightened.  Opening her mouth she raised an arm to hail them.
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Wren’s sharp gaze spied the quick movement, leaving her to straighten abruptly and point  out the heavily armed woman to the hunched figure in front of the small group.
 
  
As they all began to pivot the new voice called, "I...Are you..."
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Jacinda chews on her lip. How did you tell someone that you had a feeling you needed to meet them?
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"I...I need to be...Here, I think, but I don't know why, and can you...Do any of you...?"
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The soothing voice and warm embrace help Jetta to snaps out of her terror. As she refocuses in the dark she grabs a hold of Nerta in an embrace. "Thank you Nerta, thank you so much. I am so happy to have met you."
  
The new woman’s hand tightened around her sword hilt, "Why am I here?​​​​​​​"
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Jetta then suddenly kissed Nerta on the cheek before passing out from exhaustion.
 
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After that he gave me a cloak.  
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Well, that's familiar.
  
It smells.  
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An exhausted Jetta in her arms, Nerta is forced to conclude Augurs are huggers. And cold. They do get their visions from the Ice Queen, so perhaps too many visions makes them cold?
  
But it’s better than half torn sackcloth.  
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The frosty kiss is new though.  
  
He also… didn’t panic, stare, or try to ward me away. He just swayed over to his bag, pulled out the cloak and tossed it before nearly collapsing on his stump. His indifferent kindness was almost endearing after so many weeks away from home.  
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Rubbing the spot with a bemused smile, Nerta's gaze is pulled down the hall at the warbling wail of Wren. One tragedy after another today...  
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The chilly specter shares a few choice words, but I ignore the Old Man and move over to join the drunk even as I use the edge of the cloak to clean my chin.
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We sit in silence for a time, save the crackling of the fire, but eventually I mutter, “Thanks. I'm Nerta.
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“Vhedensh,” he nods and smiles over the next pull at the wine before pointing toward me and twisting up his face, “F-F-F-Foederati, right?”
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For some reason the old word doesn’t make me wince.
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Kevan had gone down under the matted fur of the black hound, his crossbow firing again at point blank. Between that and Veden's kicking at the thing it left poor Wren to try and stop the bleeding. Her slender hands dart and pluck, grabbing at her cloak to try and make a bandage but there's just so much blood. It soaks through. She couldn't. She... she... Kevan gurgles and grabs at the woman's arm, his eyes wide in panic he could not voice.  
“Ya,” I glance away in the dark, “From the mountains.
 
 
 
“Knew it! Ha. Thsss cool. ‘m from Agyr,” one pause later he adds, “You should gets clothesh ‘nd stuff. Dangerous out here.
 
 
 
My lips pursed I snort, “Had stuff, was robbed.
 
 
 
“Wash he cute at leasht?” taking a pull at the wine he seems to catch my puzzled look, “No? ssss not fair. It’sh only fun when they shteal your clothesh and they’re cute.
 
 
 
“It was a robbery, not some…” I snort and wave a hand, “game.” Hmm though the crone certainly had something in mind, the ink marks...
 
 
 
“Pssssssh you need better friendsh.
 
  
“I don’t have friends,” the words bite. He didn’t deserve that… but he hardly seems to notice.
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"By the Gods!" Nerta's cry follows her kneeling by the man as he wordlessly gasps for breath. The pair try everything they can to save the man, but in the end Nerta can only pull  the trembling Wren back, holding her close as the man stares vacantly at the vaulted ceiling.  
  
“Okay fine! You twisted my arm. Heh, arms. I’ll be your friend,’ he points, “But the wine ish mine. Friendsh don’t shteal friendsh wine.”
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"Looks like you were wrong Old Man," it is not tears that glitter in Nerta's eyes, but anger, "the Gods only marked him for death."
 
 
My brows arched, I can’t help a short bark of a laugh, “You… you’re a drunken fool.”
 
 
 
In response he just spreads his hands, and gives me a lopsided stare of incredulity while I rub my temple and wonder when was the last time I’d laughed...
 
 
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Jacinda blinked.  Had she just…
 
  
Chirped?
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Jacinda's first attempt on the small chapel had gone...Middling.  She had destroyed a warband that was moving out to gather (and create) more corpses, but the noise had attracted too much attention and she had barely managed to escape from the whole horde that charged out.
  
“Aye, quite a ways, the south-western coast. I just felt I had to. Normally I just chase the next full bounty pot, but this…”
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But a small group stumbling into the dark had been drawn into the conflict. Their distraction had given Jacinda time to studied the area and find another entrance. Hiding her flickering torchlight as a final hound stalks past the secret entrance, she'd passes into the sanctum of the dead things to cornered the champion.
  
Jacinda shook her head.
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The mad woman smashes through the rotting attendants with flashing steel. The shambling remains of ancient Valentic martyrs that wordlessly surge toward her at the command of the baleful champion far at the back. Mail blocks the rotten nails, letting the adventurer cut a swath toward the imperious death knight clad in black steel and sporting a cloak.
  
“I don’t know what this was.  I’m from the north, thoughOn the Bay of Calm, of all the blasted ironic names.
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It looked almost elegant.  Its bones were picked thoroughly clean, and shone in the lamplight.  There was a silken cape covering part of its form, a knife covered with dried blood in its hand, and a large gemstone set in its foreheadAs they circled each other, making occasional feints, she watched how it moved, seeing that it was not quite how a human with that form would be able to move the joints.  So when she brought her mace in and shattered a few ribs, she was not completely surprised when the rest of the ribs lashed out at herShe managed to dance out of the way in time, and while there were some dicey moments, she methodically crushed bones until it could not evade well enough, and a final crack destroyed the gem, removing the animation from the dry bones.
  
As Wren chirps Nerta lets out a long shuddering breath at the stranger’s question. Everything about her, the tone, the posture, the haunted look, it was all too familiar. Nerta didn’t know this woman, armed and armoured to the nines, but it didn’t matter. She was a plaything of the Gods.  
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She paused a moment, gathering her breath, before gathering the knife, the cape, and everything else of value that she could find, before using a small keg of lantern oil she found to cover everything and light it on fire as she made her way out. The glowing fire behind her threw shadows across her face, and the red light danced in the tide, as a satisfied smile made its way across her face.
  
Just like her.  
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"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."
  
Gritting her teeth Nerta can just feel everything swirl around her, a storm of lost emotions that threatened to spill out. But she, she wasn’t going to, Abyss, cry.
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She looked down at the knife, the blood black in the night.
  
“I don’t know why, but I do know who. The Gods sent you…”
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"Athame crack from ruin and rust."
  
Jacinda froze.
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She strode away as smoke filled the air, remembering another smoke-filled night she had been unable to prevent.
 
 
“You...You know…”
 
 
 
She leaned against a nearby tying post, before wincing and withdrawing as she ended up with a splinter in her hand.
 
 
 
“Which gods?”
 
 
 
Nerta’s chest felt hollow, her heart thunder. This woman, she didn’t even know… How cruel are the Gods to ruin lives even in ignorance…
 
 
 
Taking a few calming breaths Nerta swallows, “The only ones that matter. They are the Old Gods of Beluaterra. The masters of the land and everything upon it.” Pausing Nerta sighs and nods, “Not everyone can hear them all the time, and they rarely bother to speak with humans but…” Nerta adopts a rictus of a grin, “I guess you’re just lucky.”
 
 
 
Jacinda laughed, hollowly.
 
 
 
“Lucky.  That is one thing that has been missing in my life.  My village was turned into a necromancer’s playground, everyone I’d ever known killed, and no matter how much I learn, how much I fight, I still can’t deal with the champions that guard them.  And you say this is…”
 
 
 
She breathed, deeply, tugging in agitation on her black braid, before focusing again.
 
 
 
“Can they help me kill necromancers?  Because if so, then where do I sign up?”
 
 
 
“Help you?” Nerta suddenly barks with a laugh, a sound none of her companions had heard in all their travels. It was bitter and full of vitriol, “The Gods do not help you. Why, most of them want us dead and gone for we are seen as weak!”
 
 
 
Gesturing to the empty air at the chill specter that none could see, Nerta pressed, “The Old Man tried for years to earn the love of the Gods and what has it given him? He is but a haunting specter shackled to me and his people languish alone!”
 
 
 
Furry continues to bubble and storm, Nerta’s eyes shimmering as though lightning arched as she continues to straighten and hiss, “A weak man learned the secrets of the Abyss and used them for twisted ends, and the Gods just shook their head in disgust because you couldn’t save everyone. For the Gods will only help those who can help themselves!”
 
 
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Slipping into the cold dawn while the drunk still dozed, the edges of his cloak snap in the fierce wind while the start of a new spear rests across my shoulder. He had been generous enough but I couldn’t even guess what he’d do after sobering up.  
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The sun continues to climb as I crunch out of the woods to find the edge of a field sweeping up to a walled village. Perched atop a hill this place was no doubt ringed by ordered farms allowing the plebeians to flee back to the safety of the palisade should the creatures of the wild attack.
 
 
 
Exhaling slowly, my breath steams as I shiver in the scant fragments of gear. No doubt there will be work a plenty, but can I survive?
 
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Latest revision as of 22:14, 31 May 2022

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Catacombs & Champions
Roleplay from Jetta the Augur
Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr
Agyr Catacombs by the Docks

The disheveled Jetta waves like a willow with eyes closed through the people by the docks. Guided by the strange visions she bounces between the thought of a library and the rat's warren of tunnels below the city streets. Choices. Choices. Rats and Wolves. Libraries and Spiders. There seems one strange books in that ancient library calling to her. Yet there's a face... "This is not good at all. Though I can not rely solely on that vision. The future is in constant Flux. So that may not be what will happen."

An snarl cuts into the ever shifting visions. During her stupor Jetta had wandered into the Valentic Catacombs, an ancient network of tunnels by that most subversive of cults. Every hall lined with the remains of ancient martyrs and secret chapels, it now mostly held shambling creatures hungry for flesh. A group of which loom in the shadows just outside the broken skylight. But thankfully Jetta knew what to do about such horrors.

She screams.
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr
Agyr Catacombs near the Docks

Nerta and crew left the dockside tavern with Kevan in tow, but their trip to the library was cut short at the sound of a scream. The deaf man heard nothing, but Wren's keen ears quickly pointed to an old building half way down the block. Nerta is off like a shot, leaving Wren to tug the deaf man along, and the quintet head down into the basement. The panicked cries made moving with care impossible, and so the group stumbles in the dark without light. But there ahead, Nerta can see the frantic flailing of a stranger, her meager backpack being used as a shield while dead things in the shape of men try to drag her to the ground to feast.

The crack of a crossbow drops one creature just before it bites at the panicked woman. Vedens? No, he's too drunk. A quick glance spies Kevan pausing in the race to reload. It gave Nerta time enough to charge in with spear leveled, throwing back the next shambler before she spins into a kick that sends a third back amidst the bones and niches dedicated to Valentic martyrs. Ever skittish Wren remains as quick as ever, grabbing at Jetta and dragging her back while the cloaked woman slides into a dance of death that sees her bouncing from wall to creature and down again.
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Jetta the Augur
Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr
Agyr Catacombs by the Docks

Screaming worked? That's much better than being eaten... Everything becomes a blur to Jetta. Like a vision, but too clear. The spider and the catacomb? But where's the wolf? Stumbling across broken stone her eyes go wide at the feel of magic. Of dark magic.

Jetta suddenly goes nuts and screams frantically with images of the possible future. Everyone suddenly looking at her as if she is having some kind of attack.

"AHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!! SO MANY IMAGES AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Wren the Watcher
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Agyr Catacombs near the Docks

Wren flutters back from the screaming Jetta as though bitten. The blink, blinking eyes scan the hall searching for something, anything to calm the panicking woman. But what had set her of? Had she seen; had she seen under the cloaks? What they were...

A snarling howl cuts in and, before Wren can act, as a rotting hound lunges from a side passage at the archer who'd stayed behind. "Kevan!"

But Wren's trill falls on deaf ears leaving him shocked as jaws close on his throat.
Wren the Watcher (Foederati)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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Agyr Catacombs near the Docks

Nerta's breath steams in the darkness as the last of shambler falls. Her glittering eyes twist to find Jetta in the throws of some sort of fit, with Wren and Vedens down the hall. Within a heartbeat, the woman drops to Jetta's side and grips her limbs in strong hands to hiss. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Focus on my voice. Focus here. It’s okay...”

Wrestling with the bucking Augur, Nerta continues the litany of soothing words even as she glances about the room to make sure nothing else is sneaking up on them.
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Jetta the Augur
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Agyr Catacombs near the Docks

The soothing voice and warm embrace help Jetta to snaps out of her terror. As she refocuses in the dark she grabs a hold of Nerta in an embrace. "Thank you Nerta, thank you so much. I am so happy to have met you."

Jetta then suddenly kissed Nerta on the cheek before passing out from exhaustion.
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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Agyr Catacombs near the Dock

Well, that's familiar.

An exhausted Jetta in her arms, Nerta is forced to conclude Augurs are huggers. And cold. They do get their visions from the Ice Queen, so perhaps too many visions makes them cold?

The frosty kiss is new though.

Rubbing the spot with a bemused smile, Nerta's gaze is pulled down the hall at the warbling wail of Wren. One tragedy after another today...
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Wren the Watcher
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Agyr Catacombs near the Dock

Kevan had gone down under the matted fur of the black hound, his crossbow firing again at point blank. Between that and Veden's kicking at the thing it left poor Wren to try and stop the bleeding. Her slender hands dart and pluck, grabbing at her cloak to try and make a bandage but there's just so much blood. It soaks through. She couldn't. She... she... Kevan gurgles and grabs at the woman's arm, his eyes wide in panic he could not voice.

"By the Gods!" Nerta's cry follows her kneeling by the man as he wordlessly gasps for breath. The pair try everything they can to save the man, but in the end Nerta can only pull the trembling Wren back, holding her close as the man stares vacantly at the vaulted ceiling.

"Looks like you were wrong Old Man," it is not tears that glitter in Nerta's eyes, but anger, "the Gods only marked him for death."
Wren the Watcher (Foederati)
Roleplay from Jacinda the Driven
Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr
Agyr Catacombs not as Near to the Docks

Jacinda's first attempt on the small chapel had gone...Middling. She had destroyed a warband that was moving out to gather (and create) more corpses, but the noise had attracted too much attention and she had barely managed to escape from the whole horde that charged out.

But a small group stumbling into the dark had been drawn into the conflict. Their distraction had given Jacinda time to studied the area and find another entrance. Hiding her flickering torchlight as a final hound stalks past the secret entrance, she'd passes into the sanctum of the dead things to cornered the champion.

The mad woman smashes through the rotting attendants with flashing steel. The shambling remains of ancient Valentic martyrs that wordlessly surge toward her at the command of the baleful champion far at the back. Mail blocks the rotten nails, letting the adventurer cut a swath toward the imperious death knight clad in black steel and sporting a cloak.

It looked almost elegant. Its bones were picked thoroughly clean, and shone in the lamplight. There was a silken cape covering part of its form, a knife covered with dried blood in its hand, and a large gemstone set in its forehead. As they circled each other, making occasional feints, she watched how it moved, seeing that it was not quite how a human with that form would be able to move the joints. So when she brought her mace in and shattered a few ribs, she was not completely surprised when the rest of the ribs lashed out at her. She managed to dance out of the way in time, and while there were some dicey moments, she methodically crushed bones until it could not evade well enough, and a final crack destroyed the gem, removing the animation from the dry bones.

She paused a moment, gathering her breath, before gathering the knife, the cape, and everything else of value that she could find, before using a small keg of lantern oil she found to cover everything and light it on fire as she made her way out. The glowing fire behind her threw shadows across her face, and the red light danced in the tide, as a satisfied smile made its way across her face.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."

She looked down at the knife, the blood black in the night.

"Athame crack from ruin and rust."

She strode away as smoke filled the air, remembering another smoke-filled night she had been unable to prevent.
Jacinda the Driven (Adventurer)
Roleplay from Kevan the Deaf
Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr
Agyr Catacombs near the Docks - Midnight As the sun sets a shadow darker than night falls across Kevan deep in those cursed catacombs. A long, contemplative shadow. And as the moon rises the deaf man opens his eyes once more.
Kevan the Deaf (Adventurer)