Game Thread Chapter 1: Purification by Fire - Page 9

Nizdiz · #**121** 05-18-2010, 09:17 AM

The rakshasa looks puzzled at Nova's words. In fact, with a raised brow, he takes a step back. "Ah, one of them." Although his words were few, everyone could tell exactly what he meant by them. A kalasthar, and a psychic one.

His eyes then open wide with excitement as he looks at Siege. "Oh, a white rabbit, huh? Interesting. perhaps you would be more willing to take me seri-"

Gabriel interrupted the rakshasas words.

"Oh, no match? And tell me, honestly, do you believe the dragon below fears a flame? No, you fool. It is your gods who have no match.."

The rakshasa cringes at Niroa, who was obvious with her thoughts. "Feral beast, not in this lifetime."

The rakshasa walks slowly in a wide circle around the group as they turn on the spot in cohesion with him. He then stops just in front of Nova. He tilts his head slightly to the right, with a nasty grin exposing sharp fangs. "Maybe I should prove to you all that I am serious." In a quick, fluid motion, he snatches the boy Jarrod by a tuft of his hair, and peels him off of Nova. With ease he lifts him into the air and begins walking to the edge of the tower. "Come, SPEAK!"

Jarrod dangles over the side of the keep, having stopped crying now.

OOCI was going to give everyone spot checks, but I will just do them for you all so you can make your new post including what you see, if you so choose to.

IrishKatt · #**122** 05-18-2010, 10:56 AM

Clearly unable to feel pain, Redemption looks at the Rakshazah and his eyes flare up. One of the prime evils the Silver Flame purged away so many long years ago, and here one was. If only the Couatl had stayed; no looking back on things as such would be wrong, The Holy Burning Flame would not be here if they did.

Now the real question would be how to get rid of this horrible thing. The answer was simple. Redemption to himself was a vessel, of the silver flame. One who carried out it's commands. Due to the foolishness of the evil before him; it had given back their voices. Something that would be the downfall of this Rakshazah.

Muttering something under his breath Redemption looks to the Evil creature. Holding the Prayer in his mind Redemption speaks.

"What a foolish notion, to think that the life of ONE boy would loosen our tongues. You are ill informed if you think we are as weak as that. Sacrifices are to be made if the real evil is meant to be extinguished. Drop him, the fleshy is of no importance to us, nor can he help us. As good as we are the life of a child tainted by evil is of no concern to us."

Redemption's words echoed like they usually do, though this time they seemed more truthful, as if he meant them. His words came like that of a prejudiced warforged towards "fleshies" as they called them, and not his own.

Antebellum · #**123** 05-18-2010, 11:10 AM

"What do you want us to do you coward?!" Gabriel yells at the beast. "Come over here and fight us! Prove your strength!" he yells, hoping he could stall the Raskshasa long enough for the Vestige to reach them.

GrandCommander13 · #**124** 05-18-2010, 11:13 AM

Golk would grit his teeth at the sight of this Rakshasa if he could. Seething with rage as the pain caused by the bone shards rip through his body, he at first holds his tongue to avoid giving the beast the satisfaction of making his prisoners speak before he killed them. When the Rakshasa grabs the boy, however, Golk's anger grows further.

"To slay your despicable kind is all the purpose I need in life," Golk says in Infernal, spitting at the Rakshasa's feet. "I don't know what lies and trickery you used to meet your ends here, but I know your plan will end much less pleasantly than it began."

IrishKatt · #**125** 05-18-2010, 11:16 AM

"Don't be a Fool Gabriel, let him drop the boy, the more he gets to us the more he wins. Beings like them feed off hate pain and malice, so why give it to him? Drop the boy, let us be done with this foolish game. Drop him and hurt the hearts of those who have them, kill an innocent, and make the paladin pain against his code. Make the woman Kalashtar cry, and feed of their anguish. Make the Half-Orc rage and seethe with fury."

Redemption's eyes were still flickering like the silver flame its self, it was up to The others to notice.

icon · #**126** 05-18-2010, 12:51 PM

As the pain of several bone shards wash over Irthos, his knees tremble slightly. We musn't show weakness Irthos thinks to himself as his body steadies. In the next few seconds Irthos becomes filled with a deep rage and anger at the Lion-like creature that just yanked the boy from his companion's leg and dangles him over the edge.....

Drop the youngling, do you think we care? You profess to know the thoughts and actions of the dragon below? Well have you considered that Siberys and Eberron had not planned for that eventuality? You are more naive than you would appear..... Irthos tries to sound nonchalantly and chuckles as he replies in taunt to the Rakshasa's comments.

tilbert · #**127** 05-18-2010, 01:14 PM

Novakhashtai can feel heart freeze as the Rakshasa comes close. As its grip misses her by inches and its claws connect with the Jarrod, she's both relieved and enraged. She fight the impulse to interfere with the Rakshasa, but then she realizes, she can't move anyway.I told them to leave the child behind - it was a burden, now it's a weapon against us.

Her view goes past the Rakshasa, into the distance trying t discern Vestige is coming of going.

Her eyes flare upon Redemption's words. Its damn lucky, I can't move.

Arcano · #**128** 05-18-2010, 03:10 PM

The large feline was obviously not entertained by sieges words, causing him to take part in the more serous discussion now in place. "Jeeze, try and offer a little comic relief and you get all hyper about it, did someone steal your ball of yarn? I really don't give a rat's tail what you do with the boy, the fact your holding us here shows how cowardly you really are. Release us, so we can cut your head off. Your nothing. A worthless pawn for these demons, they will kill you just the same. They care not of loyalty, honor, or the like. Only furthering their twisted schemes. I don't even have a true brain and I can see that." Sieges voice was loud and commanding, and was not short on hatred either. He was fully fed up with the Rakshasa and wanted nothing more than to cut it to ribbons.

Feirnon · #**129** 05-18-2010, 05:43 PM

A sword hit the great wall of protection that was her acceptance of not being accepted by anyone when the feline denied her the release she had hoped for. She had been plotting to stab him in the back as soon as she was free, but her plan had ended well before she could execute it. "I was...sent here to gate crash because I stole...f-rom people and made them suffer by it. That is why I am here at least...I have...nothing against you, whoever you may be. I'd actually like to continue to steal...though." When the feline lifted the boy out the window, her eyes widened, "Hey, don't drop...him...I want my cloak back!" Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before they opened again to finish the sentence. She was indeed in pain, but she was slowly starting to cope with it. Her eyes suddenly fell on the Vestige in the distance, and she finally realized, at least partially, what the others had planned. What had given her the biggest hint was when even the paladin had supposedly felt no remorse in letting the boy die. "And I'm only an animal when it's beneficial to me, for your...for your information."

OOCShe did not lie, so no bluff check is needed woo! And she did sort of gate crash....failed epically, but still made something crash.

Nizdiz · #**130** 05-18-2010, 08:10 PM

The rakshasa almost seems taken aback.

"Really? Just drop him?" the rakshasa grins. "Well, if you insist." He releases his grip.

Jarrod retaliates. With no hesitation, the boy lashes out at the beast with a dagger. Novas dagger. This made the rakshasa misjudge the release as the blade gashed his face, from chin to ear. Jarrod fell out of view swiftly. The rakshasa cursed in tongues unheard of as blood dripped steadily from his face. The groups faces then would have turned to smiles, had they the ability to do so.

First, the boys head comes into view over the edge, followed by the full battle donned Justicar, who stood on one of the all too familiar green disks. The rakshasa failed to even notice.

"CURSE YOU FOOLS AND THAT BOY! YOU WILL SOON KNOW TORMENT!" He begins channeling a spell, obviously about to destroy the entire group with one simple flick of his wrists.

Justicar sat the boy down silently on the edge. He held his empty hand up to his face, with a finger raised to his lips in the manner of saying "Ssshhhhhh". The other raised a large, two-handed sword. With great force, the warrior of the Silver Flame leaped off the disk strait for the vile spellcaster.

They tumbled to the ground, as the rakshasa screamed out of surprise. Swiftly they were both back on their feet, as Justicar charged the feline humanoid. Not before he got a spell off though. A fireball soared at Justicar with great speed, but then it flickered out of existence. "WHAT THE-" Justicars blade came down upon the rakshasa, taking an arm off with ease. "THROWING FIRE AT A TEMPLAR OF THE SILVER FLAME?! HA!"

The rakshasa spun around, sending blood spraying out of the stub that was once his arm, and fell strait to the ground.

"NOW, BE PURIFIED IN YOUR OWN FIRE!" The fireball appears out of a ring Justicar wears. Before it hits, the rakshasa has his final words.

"THESE ONES BELONG TO THE DRAGON BELOW NOW! YOU WILL SEE!"

The fireball explodes.

All at once, everyone feels whatever was holding them in place lift.

Justicar puts his sword onto his back, as Jarrod runs to the group.

"False information! Our scryers discovered halfway to Wroat that we were manipulated! The king still lives, and Wroat still stands! Its good to see all of you remain alive."

The Vestige can now be heard and seen by all in the distance.

Jarrod looks at the group, grinning. "You all din't meen whatya said, right?" He smiles a toothless smile. He holds the dagger up to Nova.

"It would appear the tower is secure, I sense no further taint here. My men will scour the place for survivors, you have my word. For now, a warm meal and a debriefing would be nice." Justicar smiles, as the Vestige pulls up to the top of the tower, and men begin disembarking and running down the stairs.

All that remained of the rakshasa was a pile of smoldering, black ash.

IrishKatt · #**131** 05-18-2010, 09:15 PM

Redemption looks to the Justicar and presses his hand over his chest and bows his head. "The Silver Flame has truly saved us in this unfortunate time. My thanks Justicar." Looking towards Jarrod the cloaked warforged shook his head. "No young one, merely a ploy, I would have cast an agent of the light out to save you, and I'm sure Irthos had something planned as well, Yes Irthos?"

Evil had been vanquished, and the day was won. Though what was in store, and were there any survivors? "Gabriel, You think their any survivors? Justicar, could you have your Scryers look for any survivors in the Keep? If there are none, I think it is imperative that we get to the bottom of this. Also, As rude as it is for me to ask, would someone be able to take care of this damage?"

Arcano · #**132** 05-18-2010, 09:18 PM

Siege kneels down to the boy and places a hand of his head, messing up his hair a bit. "Fine job lad. You have the heart of a great warrior. We didn't mean a single word, just calling his bluff." Hoisting the child to rest on his shoulders, Siege walked over to the rest of the group. "The boy saved us all," He said with a booming voice. "Thank you, Jarod."

Nizdiz · #**133** 05-18-2010, 09:33 PM

Justicar nods to Redemption. "Aye, theres an artificer in the workshop. He'll fix ya right up."

Jarrods eyes widen at the statement. "I'm a warrior now?" He does a few swings with a pretend sword. "Jarrod the Savior. I like that!" He continues swinging the sword, and stops rather abruptly. "Mommy." He runs to the pile of rubble and begins searching through it for her corpse.

icon · #**134** 05-18-2010, 10:15 PM

Irthos' head drops as Jarrod begins to search through the rubble. He rushes over to him and pulls him into a rib-cracking hug. Please quiet yourself Jarrod... he tells him as Jarrod begins to cry within the large mans arms. Irthos pulls the child away from his chest and holds on his shoulders as he drops to his knees.

Please forgive us, Jarrod. We did not make it here in time to save your mother. You have been very brave this night, I'm sure wherever she is right now, she is the proudest mother in Eberron. Irthos says while keeping a hold on his shoulders.

As Irthos returns to his feet, he thinks, I should tell this group what is going on with the draconic prophecy these nights..... Nodding to himself, he says, We should continue our conversations within the Vestige, I have some explaining to do. About myself, and our predicament, this would seem to include you too Jarrod.... He says as he proceeds to the green disks at the Vestige.

Arcano · #**135** 05-19-2010, 03:52 AM

Siege watches Irthos as he approaches the boy. Seeing the short exchange between them Siege joins the duo. Placing a hand on the large man's should Siege's voice goes strangely calm. "Let the boy go, he is probably looking for a keepsake." Turning his attention to the boy Siege flexes his arm, even though there is no muscle there. "Your not a warrior yet, Jarod, but I will be more than willing to teach you. That is, if you want to learn for a giant piece of scrap metal. Oh, and Jarod the savior? I think 'Jarod the Brave' is much more fitting. It just has a pleasant ring to it."