Unti Family/Nerta/A1S4

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 Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr 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 Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr 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 Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr 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 Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr 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 Message sent to Everyone by the Catacombs of Agyr 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)