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− | Wren | + | 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... |
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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!" | ||
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+ | But Wren's trill falls on deaf ears leaving him shocked as jaws close on his throat. | ||
|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | ||
+ | |Content= | ||
+ | '''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. | 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. | ||
+ | |Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur | |Sender=Jetta the Augur | ||
|Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | |Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | ||
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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. | |
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− | Jetta then suddenly kissed Nerta on the cheek | ||
|Title= Adventurer | |Title= Adventurer | ||
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
|Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | |Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | ||
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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. | + | 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. | The frosty kiss is new though. | ||
− | Rubbing the spot with a bemused smile, Nerta | + | 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... |
|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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|Type=Roleplay | |Type=Roleplay | ||
− | |Sender= | + | |Sender=Wren the Watcher |
|Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | |Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | ||
|Content= | |Content= | ||
− | '''Agyr Catacombs | + | '''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." |
+ | |Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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− | '' | + | |Sender=Jacinda the Driven |
+ | |Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | ||
+ | |Content= | ||
+ | '''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. | 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. | + | 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 | + | 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. | 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. | ||
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+ | |Sender=Kevan the Deaf | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr | ||
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+ | '''Agyr Catacombs near the Docks - Midnight''' | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
+ | |Title= Adventurer | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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