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Old Aug 2nd, 2021, 03:41 PM
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Asbjorn was expecting the daemon to react to his charge in some way. To fall back, or perhaps meet his charge with fury of his own. Instead, the creature mostly just stands there as the northerner recovers from hitting the beam with his sword. Circling the daemon to try to draw its attention away from his companions, the jarl is unsure how to proceed for a moment. Is that thing not at all concerned about me?

Fortunately, the entity that has plagued his ancestors for generations and currently resides inside Asbjorn has no doubts about how to proceed. Bonus action to use Hexblade’s Curse on daemonIts malice, almost dark enough to match that of the daemon, is wholly focused on Asbjorn’s foe. He can feel it shivering with anticipation over sheding the blood of this otherworldly creature.

Since his daemonic opponent doesn’t react too much to his presence, Asbjorn roars and swings Valinn at the creature’s back. He was expecting to cleave into it, but First attack hits AC 15, missingat the last minute the sinewy body of the daemon shifts to the side, causing the blow to miss. Quick to recover, the exiled jarl strikes the daemon in the back of the head with the edge of his round, wooden shield. The blow does no lasting damage to a creature like that, but it provides a wonderful distraction as Second attack hits AC 28 doing 11 slashing and 5 cold damageAsbjorn thrusts the blade given to his ancestors so long ago deep into the daemon’s side.

Cautious of the reaction now that he’s finally drawn blood, Asbjorn quickly pulls his blade clear of the creature and backs away slightly, his shield held at the ready. "Come, daemon. Tell me your story. But speak quickly, for you are not long for this world," he taunts his opponent, trying to get it to focus on him rather than his companions.

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Like an archon, the blonde northman flew into the barn and joined the fight against the demon. Arkady smiled as his living companion harassed the fiend and pivoted to its flank. They had fought together before, but not like this. Arkady was often awing and maneuvering with Tempest for another charge or to keep the enemy at bay. But here they were joined in the same struggle of melee and he was glad for the other warrior's blade and verbal barbs even if it was too late for Arkady himself.

He thought things couldn't get better, but then, like a giant barn own, his griffon swooped into the fray behind Father Ren's bolts of energy. She landed next to him with a buffet of wings and squawked. "What happened to you?" Arkady cried, noting her burned feathers and greasy wounds. "Don't worry, I am a friendly ghost. I will avenge and protect you!" Tempest was having none of it. Her focus was on the horrible, rotten, no good thing in front of her. She cried out and snapped her beak to keep it at bay, giving Arkady time to swing up into the saddle again. Like an elemental wheel, the two swords of fire and ice rolled around the demon in dangerous flashes as the knight joined his friend in taking pieces out of their damned foe. He frowned, wondering if the flaming ghost blade was doing anything substantial to the already charred, hellish body.
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Zephyr watched in shocked horror as dark magics wrapped around Ren, threatening to cause hellish arm to the man. What happened next was one of the more surprising developments outside the Wastes. Memories ticked the back of Zephyr’s mind, recounting the times Totivillus followers had told him how weak people tended to be. And yet, perhaps it was truly the first lie Zephyr had found them to say.

The Prophet watched Ren put his sour tongue to good use for once, biting back at the grotesque demon’s magic. At the uncanny event, he could not help blurt out a bark of laughter at the sight. That odd thrill had returned to the Vessel, nearly the same feeling as before the battle on the road with the angelic pair.

Certainly, there was not enough credit to the surface-dwelling peoples. Fear could grip them, yet they returned, laughed in the faces of pure evil, and taunted them for their own feebleness. Zephyr’s eyes glowed hellish red, and Favored by the Godshidden beneath his shirt another light shown beneath as an amulet activated. The two arcing bolts of magic released from Zephyr’s hands.

The first missed, causing such annoyance that Zephyr grit his teeth. In the flash of a moment, the Omen squared his intent with the second bolt. His indignation, malice and frustration behind the stream of light to hit the demon head on. Second hit, full 10 damageThe full force of the magic exploded across the split flesh.

With one shot hitting its mark, Zephyr recognized that Ren might be on to something. Getting out of the line-of-sight might actually be a good idea. Zephyr flew and landed on the opposite side of the barn doors, eyes still alight with a molten hue.

With a toothy grin, Zephyr shouted over the battle din to the false father. "Come now, Ren. I don’t think the ugly, shriveled prune heard you. You should really try that again!"

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Siobury FarmThe demon screams again! But this is not the maddening cries of anguish echoed from the eleven hells! This is a cry of pain from the demon itself as Arkady and Asbjorn lay into it from both sides with swords! Then Zephyr’s pact-empowered blasts of Eldritch power burn the exposed flesh of the demon and splinter splayed ribs!

Thick, black ichor drips down the steel of Arkady’s weapon. There is a hiss and the stench of rot as the magical flames are consumed by the viscous, infernal fluid! The bright light of the rune is extinguished and the mad knight withdraws the blade! Barely, in the chaos and thin streams of moonlight through the broken roof, Arkady can barely discern that the mark of Kaunen is gone!

Outside the barn, Renfield can hear Lucia’s light footfalls behind him. "That lantern was a gift," she says. "Would it be rude to point that out to the good knight?" She stands with her back to the false priest and calls forth her magic. Unlike the Umbral speech she used to strike the angels with shadow, this shouted word is of high elven, summoning the light of the stars that are so precious to her people. Across the dirt, many of the crawling grubs from the other dead horse are suddenly consumed in a brilliant flare of light, withering and blackened in the luminous burst!

From the far side of the yard, Storcerth runs back toward them from the shadowy outbuildings! His eyes are still wide with trepidation, but his resolve has returned. The old man arrives breathlessly at the open door of the barn, grabbing the splintered wood to slow himself. Looking in at the scene of battle, he shouts to Arkady and Asbjorn! "Do not kill him! Force him back into the rear of the barn! There I can contain him!"

The demon looks up at the priest with hatred. Flesh hanging from a plethora of serious cuts and wounds, it’s eyes promise pain and anguish to all!

And then all is dark.

Magical darkness envelops the combatants once more.

"Now…" says the voice in their heads. "…you die!"

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The wanderer's chest heaved as only escape plans came to mind. The grubs were inching ever closer, surely he would have to keep them in mind lest he becomes their next meal! Yet the wizard was keeping them at bay. The lad actually joked with him on the entity in the barn, who know the boy was capable of such?! The shadow feys words were a joke as well... right? He wanted to admonish her for complaining about some trinket having assaulted the knight's kin, yet she was joking, right? "Ask him to perform the 'Sorry Dance' as per custom dictates! All will be well!" the wanderer lied.

Storcerth quickly returned into the mouth of the barn and shouted to not kill the creature. The words sat oddly on the false priest's paranoid mind pushing him to observe the scene yet again. Were they truly that close to defeating such a thing? "Right, here goes-" the words died on his tongue as he saw the veil of darkness. "For Ceres' Sake!" Renfield exclaimed grasping the amulet once more and muttered his prayer focusing on the ground that would be within the cloud of darkness.

With a soft glow emitting from the ground evaporating the darkness as if a sun punching through a cloud of fog on a summer morning road. Once the ugly demon was visible once more the false priest grimaced, holding high a rude gesture and fleeing to the other side where the lad hid. "That's the last from me for today!"



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Arkady grimaced as his sword was coated in the foul ichor. He felt the spirit-connection to the rune break. Normally, the magic faded of its own accord, but this was jarring and almost painful as if the old power which had its root in his soul was pulled out like a weed. He flung the sword onto the dirty ground I know it was just Dispel Magic, but you described it so well!before the stuff could seep its way onto him or Tempest.

And then the world went dark again. Though he was a ghost, the impact was just as terrifying as when he had been alive. If he had any presence of mind, he would have questioned that or shaken his fist at the unkind gods that shackled his phobias to him even as a specter. Did ghosts grow old? Because Arkady-ghost was definitely feeling his age. He was weary. Weary of this fight and of all the pain of his past and present. Tempest squawked in surprise and neither he nor she could track where the thing might have slipped off to. The voice in his head seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time and allowed for no pinpointing.

Then, all of a sudden, his vision was back! And Ren was gesturing rudely at the fiend. "Ha!" It had moved off to do unspeakable things to Asbjorn in the dark, but now it was visible again and pissed off. He couldn't let the darkness control him again. He had to take control.

Arkady spurred Tempest forward in a run toward the enemy as if he had a lance. But his hand was empty of any weapon. Instead it was hooked like a claw. In the speed of the attack, he grabbed it around the demon's huge horns and nearly pulled it of its feet. It was strong, but Tempest and Arkady were stronger. The griffon lashed out with her beak and talons, the latter viciously raking the legs out from under it as she backed up to the rear of the barn at her rider's goading. Together they dragged it back where the priest wanted it to go. What portal to hell awaited them would have to wait. Arkady's full attention was on keeping his grip on the thing's head. "You heard the priest," he said through gritted teeth. "Time to go."
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More trickery! As his world is plunged into darkness by the daemon, Asbjorn tries to use his other senses to figure out where his opponent has gone, but there are too many sounds for him to determine anything of the sorts. Holding his shield in a defensive position and his sword out from his body he slowly turns, hoping to at least prevent the daemon from getting his flank.

He can hear the familiar snorts from Arkady’s griffin and the even more familiar mumblings of the knight himself, so he tries to keep his back to his ally. As he listens, trying to hear the creature moving, he can hear Lucia chanting and then Renfield praying to his god. Asbjorn has no idea which one of them had the magical ability to negate the darkness spread by the daemon, but suddenly he can see again.

As the darkness dissipates, he suddenly Daemon used a Legendary Action to attack Asbjorn, hitting AC 18 doing 11 slashing damagefeels pain in his left side as the daemon rakes his claws at Asbjorn’s unprotected flank, behind his shield. The northerner roars in anger and steps back. "It is the end for you now," he threatens the daemon, squaring off against his opponent. But before he can step in to attack, Arkady and Tempest charge past him, with the knight grabbing on to the creature, dragging it further into the building.

Momentarily stunned, Asbjorn shakes his head a little Bonus Action to use Second Wind, recovering 5 HPas he recovers from the daemon’s attack.. "Your days of running are over, daemon!" Asbjorn shouts at the creature as he charges after Arkady. "Fight like a coward, die like a coward," he continues as he swings at his opponent. First attack hits AC 25 doing 10 slashing and 4 cold damageIt isn’t his best attempt, but the blade does bite into the creature’s flank as it tries to shake off the death grip Arkady has on it. It doesn’t feel very honorable to attack an opponent held in such a way, but if a foe doesn’t wish to give battle, trickery might be needed to force the issue.

Asbjorn looks deep into the eyes of the daemon, smiling now. "When you get back to the hell you belong to, tell them Jarl Asbjorn Grimsson sent you," he whispers at the monstrosity held by Arkady as he Second attack hits AC 16, doing 17 slashing and 5 cold damageplunges Valinn deep into the tough hide of the daemon. The cold blade hisses as it almost runs the creature through, the warmth of the daemon meeting the frost-covered blade.

"What ever you are planning to do, Harvester, this would be the time to do it!" Asbjorn shouts, looking briefly away from the daemon and towards his allies as he pulls out the blades of his ancestors from the body of the daemon.

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The iron scent of blood fills the air as Asbjorn’s terrible blade hacks away at bone and tissue, sending shards of the ribs flying, pelting Arkady in the face.

But the demon, even near death, sees an opening! It plunges it’s razor-like claws into the jarl’s stomach as he raises Valinn high!

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"A dancing apology?" Lucia sounds puzzled as she mutters the question over her shoulder toward Renfield. She calls down more radiant starlight to burst among the remaining grubs! More pale, larval flesh is burned, but the remaining swarm continues its mindless, slow crawl toward the warm flesh of the living intruders to the farm.

Lucia wrinkles her nose in annoyance. One might think it is directed at the remaining grubs, but her next question sheds more light on the shadow fey’s concerns. "I don’t have to participate in this dance, do I?"

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Persperation gathered on Zephyr’s forehead and nearly full sweat, quietly puffing to himself with his back pressed against the barn. He’d never admit to it, but before coming to the surface and leaving the wastelands behind, he hadn’t used his full magic ability. It hadn’t been necessary because everything was done for him. It was also frowned upon if he were to use it-- outside the display of theatrics if needed, naturally. So when it came to keeping concentration on the divine spell on three people for so long, it ultimately came to bear.

It also paid not to be so reckless like before. The stroke of luck that the group he found himself with didn’t outright kill him, or leave him for the angels after he revealed himself without meaning to, it wasn’t something he’d forget. In addition, Zephyr wasn’t so much of a fool to realize that not everyone would be so open-minded. The Omen glanced up to catch Storcerth headed into the barn.

The blond-disguised demon hesitated, his brows wrinkled in a thought that struck him. If it were to be believed that Storcerth represented something that was ‘good’, and the angels, and he represented bad...And the group he found himself with protected him. Did that make them bad people? Did he accidentally find himself with nefarious people without knowing, like in the Wastes? Certainly, it couldn’t be as cut-and-dry as that?

What pulled Zephyr out of his deep, inner thoughts was Ren, still yelling, and made a gesture after casting a spell through the open doors of the Barn. The Prophet had seen that particular hand gesture before, and could loosely tie context to whatever Ren was doing-- it wasn’t a good gesticulation, as far as Zephyr could tell.

As Ren slid beside Zephyr, the Prophet stepped out a few feet, and Eldritch Blast, both hit for 4 damagesent two arching blasts toward the rolling mass of grubs that Lucia continued to battle. His arm shook for a moment before he stepped back into the alcove with Ren.

The molten glow from Zephyr’s eyes faded as he managed to exhale a long, steady breath, regaining some composure and concentration. He drew his sleeve across his forehead and grinned a toothy smile at Ren. "That’s the last from you today? I’m sure I could help you find a chair for him to sit in." He couldn’t help but give a weary chuckle at the reference to the mimic chair that nearly ate his leg off. Ren was not going to live that down, and he certainly wasn’t going to forget it.

"What are we supposed to do when Sor...Sor...What's-his-face gets the demon in place?" Now that he thought about it, why did it matter where the demon was placed to banish him? Granted, Zephyr wasn’t versed in magic so it was probably just something else he didn’t understand. But, Ren knew the arts better than he did-- and they both followed the same...God? Gods? Eh. They both had enough similarities.

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Siobury Barn"Unbar the door!" Storcerth yells in his husky voice as he rounds the corner into the barn! His sandals push out from beneath his heavy robes as his old legs propel him forward.

In the oblique illumination from Ren’s wielded light, Storcerth’s grey-bearded face appears ashen and pale, as if he has still not fully recovered from his ordeal of fright or the hellish screams that assaulted him and Arkady a moment before. The elder priest runs deeper into the barn, nearly stumbling over a decrepit hay bale in his haste.

Just then, the demon’s struggles in Arkady’s vice-like grip turn him toward the approaching Storcerth! Coming face-to-face with that terrible, skinless visage stops the harvester in his tracks! The claws reach for his neck, but the mad knight’s grapple is secure from atop Tempest’s back, preventing the fiend from tearing out Storcerth’s throat!

Storcerth stammers and clutches at a bundled sheaf of wheat hanging on a leather cord from his neck. "Lady of the Harvest, protect your humble servant from harm…"

Arkady can feel the thrashing of the demon intensify in the face of the divine invocation! The antlered skull whips back and forth, curating in rage! Asbjorn pulls back his sword for another strike as he sees the fear demon’s mouth open wide. The distant flames of the hells can be seen where the throat should be! And echoing from that portaled gullet, terrible screams issue forth!

They build in volume and intensity! The jarl can hear individual cries of anguish, punctuated by gasps of deep pain as though the very whips of the underworld fall upon their victims, spurring them on to greater shrieks!

It is terrible. Waves of despair threaten to bury all of them! And yet the screams continue to fall upon their ears like an avalanche of fire!

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Asbjorn doesn’t mind dying. As long as he dies in battle his place at the table of the gods is assured and he will spend his afterlife fighting and drinking with fallen friends. What scares him is dying in other ways. From sickness or disease, falling or drowning at sea for example. Those that die in such a way have only one path before them. The path to Hel. And the souls of men, women and children that reside there are not at peace.

When the daemon’s mouth opens wide and the screams of the dead issue forth the northman recoils back in horror. Hearing the multitude of voices is bad enough, but when he listens he feels he can actually hear the anguished shouts of friends he’s lost. He is sure he can hear the voice of his friend, Stutti-Arnar, who perished in a snow storm when he was a young lad, and the screams of Fjóla, the first girl he was ever intimate with, who died of sickness soon after they coupled.

"No! You do not scare me, daemon! I will die with a sword in my hand and song on my lips and meet my gods in the afterlife!" Asbjorn Wisdom save vs the Cries of Agony was a 14 totalsnarls at the creature. He pays little heed to what Storcerth is shouting, his attention fully on his opponent.

"Time for you to go back," he says, stepping forward and swinging at the daemon with all his might. The first attack was a natural 20 for a total of 14 slashing and 12 cold damageValinn bites deeply into the upper torso of his opponent, ripping through bones and sinew. Fully committed now, the tall blonde warrior beats the claws of his opponent away with his shield and swings the blade of his ancestors again, this time connecting with a high blow against the shoulder. Second attack hit AC 22, doing 17 slashing and 6 cold damageAgain, Valinn cuts deep, lacerating skin and flesh and impacting in what Asbjorn presumes is a bone before he yanks the sword out again.

Asbjorn has never been a true berserker. He’s never lost control in the middle of a fight like some of his countrymen and friends. In fact, he considers that a weakness, especially for a leader of men, since a warrior should always be thinking, even in a fight. But now he is almost consumed by battle lust. Nothing matters more to him than to kill this hellish creature before him.

"Thor, stand with me, lend me your strength!" he shouts, feeling invigorated as if the god himself is watching. Bonus Action to cast Thunderous Charge. The attack hit AC 13, missingHe strikes again, feeling the power he borrowed from the red-headed god flow through him as Valinn cuts down towards the daemon. At the last second the creature manages to shift to the side and the blade cleaves through the end of one of its antlers but misses the body entirely. A thunderous boom shakes the barn and threatens to deafen those inside, but despite his best efforts, the daemon is still not defeated.

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The demon thrashed violently against Arkady's grip and threatened to pull him from Tempest's back, but the knight held on. Beneath the brutal slashes of the Jarl, the demon weakened and he could feel it was close to being defeated. It was now or never, he supposed.

Looking back and forth from the barred door at the back of the barn and his grip on the demon, he eventually shrugged and wiggled his shield from his forearm. He wasn't about to let the thing go and he couldn't exactly tell Tempest to grab it while he took care of the door.

The shield clattered to the ground and he pulled the demon in a circle as he got himself close enough lift the heavy bar from its cradle and toss it aside. Together, he and Tempest threw open the portal. He wondered in a flash as the wooden door creaked open if he might get sucked in to the hells that awaited there, being that he was now a mere gossamer spirit. It had been a life. There were regrets. But what ghost did not have them?
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"Nothing." the false priest said bluntly as the lad finished shooting the pile of grubs. "If we were swindled and he wished for a pet, then so be it. We leave." looking out to the dancing shadows of the land Renfield couldn't help but feel wrong. Despite the fight its put up this all was far too simple. There were individuals trapped in the house, yet they were surely dead by now. There was more here in this farm waiting to attack as the horses did.

Yet those monstrosities could have this land and those who call it home.

This was just a task to settle a debt, nothing more. Heroics just earn them leeches hoping they would tend to every overturned chair and minor splinters in the hand. They have a boat to catch, a person to find, and someday - a town to burn.

Lifting the enchanted blade high Renfield paused for a moment as the scream from the creature filled the air, before continuing his course of action. They're surely fine in there. Once the light poured out as much as it could he began to scan the edges of the dark seeking anything lurking.

"No. Two Sorry dances is the Maple Leaf Courting Dance." the father lied speaking in an uninterested tone trying to focus on his decided task.

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Siobury barn"The Maple Leaf…what?" Lucia’s porcelain features are a mask of incredulity. Then, very quickly, her eyebrow arches knowingly beneath her wavy hair. "You dissemble like a courtier, good Renfield. Were you less unkempt, I’d think you a proper moonlit baron." With a small smile she disappears into the gloom within the barn, Maxwell flapping in behind her like a fleeting shadow.

The scene within is chaotic. The demon, still firmly held by Arkady, screams and howls as Asbjorn’s vicious cuts sever pieces of it from its foul body! Writhing claws do find purchase on the jarl’s sword arm, however, drawing blood in deep gashes.

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"Very good!" shouts Storcerth, as Arkady throws open the rear doors with his free hand. The old priest, though grievously injured in his mind, seems reinvigorated. He pushes past Tenpest’s flank and into the gloom beyond the door. "By the harvest moon…" he mutters, and the holy sheaves on the cord at his chest begin to glow.

Light spreads across the dirty wooden floor, revealing dust and detritus from years of disuse. Rat droppings and small animal bones discarded by owls litter the floor here. But in the center, the boards have been swept clean, though what has replaced it is no less disconcerting.

A circle, drawn crudely in chalk can be seen by Storcerth’s magical light. Runic invocations are drawn around the perimeter like sentinels on a prison wall.

Finally, within the circle, a hooded figure stands completely still. Arkady is briefly alarmed! That is, until he sees the straw and rags protruding from the sleeves and neck. A scarecrow?

The sackcloth head lolls limply to the side, revealing the stitching of the neck like some great, unhealed scar.

"Move him to the center!" commands Storcerth. The priest reaches into the folds of his robe and pulls out a thickly rolled piece of vellum. Quickly, he unfurls the scroll and prepares to recite the incantation! "Great Lady Reaper, provide me the instrument of your vindication!" The fear in Storcerth’s eyes fades, replaced with a fierce zealotry!

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