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D&D Act One Scene II - Temple District

Fourier

Castius leads the group out of the Cobbler's Gibblets, from under Loter's bridge away from the train line. They turn right at the crossroads past the bridge on to the temple district.

The throng of religious activity is overwhelming. The temples vary in size from kiosk sized to mansion sized along the two mile street. Converters and preachers shout at the characters as they walk past....

"Gambush blesses the strong..."
"Relep welcomes even the elven into his might tree house in the life beyond life..."
"Our world is not to last much longer, the hordes of Glagor will descend upon..."

Continuing further a small crowd is gathered around a newly built temple, made from a converted newspaper stand. The red haired man behind the stand rants about his four day old religion, which stands out as this week's best new faith as he actually has a small doorway to its afterlife clearly visible in the back.

"I don't know how you earn your way in yet, but well....she's there at least...." he bellows into the crowd.

Castius rolls his eyes and gestures to the other guards "We don't need another crowd lost in a small afterlife, the last one could only hold four, keep an eye on him Gauis" and one of the guards remains at the stand.

Finally in the middle of the district they stop.

"Here you all are" he tosses 50 GP in pouches at each of the adventurers. Not everything here is a temple, there's Donnie the Discount Elf's Weaponoporium over there, as well as other shops of armour and weapons. Askit wants ye well equipped."

"Also, any of ye who are religious, please attend to your gods before we continue, I'll be here until you return".

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sKeith

"eh askin' dude, i think its time that turd is vamoose" "i for one am finished with him" "adios big guy"

Tigger

moves quicklier for the shears

Necro

Bandylegs motions to Ekbard:

'My fighter friend, perhaps it is time we take out leave of this emerging danger.'

He sidles to the drawer that is askew and picks up the papers Ekbard has strewn across the table.

'Bandylegs has had a change of heart. The wine is yours, demon. I must go and pay my respects to a saint in Thurmonton.'

He exits the room and heads downstairs, stopping briefly at the door to motion to Elin.

sKeith

Ekbard swings at the devil lords horn hoping to lop it off in one fowl swoop.

Tigger

goodie foolows the craven dwarf at pace
well when i say follows he overtakes the bandy legged fool

Tigger

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard swings at the devil lords horn hoping to lop it off in one fowl swoop.

ooc st roll +10

Lord TSC

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard swings at the devil lords horn hoping to lop it off in one fowl swoop.

Alexander: NO! Don't attack it! It's getting stronger!

Tigger

Lord TSC wrote: »

Alexander: NO! Don't attack it! It's getting stronger!

yeah
hes crazy bu he gave me 10gp so im i dufferent

Digital Solitude

Fourier wrote: »

Xestes turns to Moy.

"You wished to strike me down cleric and now the dwarf offers me wine"

He opens his jaw incredibly wide, wide enough for a boar to fit in and tosses the glass in.

"You're swaddled in some god's protection as well.." he sniffs the air "..Nír, oh nice and proud that one, do I defile the world according to your lord?"

**** im behind

Necro

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"The dwarf can do as he pleases, I hold no power over him.

I would not speak for my Lord, however it would bring me satisfaction to end your existance in his name.

Bandylegs, what do you feel we have to gain from talking with this damnable beast?"

Bandylegs gives no response as he has left the room.

OOC: Neutral peeps, not putting my neck on the line unless there's a reason for it.

Tigger

Digital Solitude wrote: »

**** im behind

at last ypu didnt shot yourslef

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard swings at the devil lords horn hoping to lop it off in one fowl swoop.

OOC: Roll to attack, Target: 20

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

**** im behind

OOC: No worries about that, take your time.

Digital Solitude

Where's Askit in all this?

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

Where's Askit in all this?

Askit is still just floating to the right of the group, although he has noticed the light he doesn't seem to react to it and considers the banter with Xestes typical devil guff.

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Roll to attack, Target: 20

jasus
Goodie draws his sling and gets ready to throw (down )

Digital Solitude

Fourier wrote: »

Askit is still just floating to the right of the group, although he has noticed the light he doesn't seem to react to it and considers the banter with Xestes typical devil guff.

"Askit, have you no fear of the beast escaping? Or do you mean to let him go?"

I place a hand cautiously on my weapon.

Necro

Bandylegs hears the kerfuffle upstairs.

'I am no craven. But this is beyond me. Damn you Ekbard!'

He hesitates another moment.. then leaves through the front door.

robyntmorton

Xanthea hears everything going on around her, stopping mid sentence in her discussion with the guards, faltering between barging up the stairs, and following the short one with dodgy knees but a surprisingly fetching fashion sense straight out the door.

sKeith

Ekbard picks a book up from the bookcase and throws it squarely at the devil lords head.

Necro

Before leaving Bandylegs stops and speaks to the guards on the door:

'Laddies, the master of the house may be in a spot of trouble in a few moments. If you would join me, we can stop this.'

Edit: He then notices an unknown warrior woman to his left.

'Lass, I was planning to leave, but the five of us could make a difference. What say ye?'

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote:

"Askit, have you no fear of the beast escaping? Or do you mean to let him go?"

I place a hand cautiously on my weapon.

"He won't escape you fool, Nír may be a weak god, but Soet is as strong as the morning sun, the unconquered..."

Ekbard sword comes down on Xestes.

In an instant Xestes turns to face the blade and catches the tip between his index finger and middle finger.

"Oh thank you my dear Ekbard" he says, his skin glowing with the heat of fire beneath. "My limbs are to be freed in response to threats Askit, that was the pact and my wine loving friend here has just freed my hand"

He makes an upward gesture with his hands and Askit is flung through the roof into the next floor, then a downward motion and he is brought back down and smashed through the floor.

"That's not enough to finish Askit my boy, I'd run now lest you be caught in the crossfire" he says to Ekbard, dodging the book the latter tosses at him.

robyntmorton

Pray tell, Dwarf, what malady doth befall this house. It sounds distinctly... unnatural.

My sword of adequate girth, for I am loth to mention long or short in the presence of someone of your... stature, longs to sing, though this may be beyond its ability.

Fourier

Foyer:
The guards jump, as everybody in the Foyer hears the tremendous crash, followed by a deep thud.

sKeith

Ekbard sits back in the leather armchair put his feet back up on the desk and settles in for a quick 50 winks.

Tigger

haflongs are good runners so
runaway

Fourier

Study:
Xestes gestures at Saeros, Elin and Alexander

"I value you thief and the magic users will be a distraction, be gone"

His eyes glow a dim red and all three are thrown across the planar barriers into the Shadowfell. The study's shadow twin is similar, but without colour and the bookcases lightly undulate. In the shadow, the room is empty.

Lord TSC

Alexander grits his teeth and draws his quarterstaff, holding it with one hand so as to keep his other free, prepared of not excited to try a spell if nessecary. If there's a fight, he won't run and hide. But he knows he still has a chance to de-escalate the situation

Alexander: Ekbard, seriously, listen to me. This is no mere deamon. It's strength grows with each passing action we take. We are in way, way over our heads, and provoking this beast is not smart.

Edit (OOC: That was posted by while Fourier posted his bit, so I'll just add on to this one...)

Alexander's knees buckle and he collapses, the trip to the Shadowfell catching off guard. He looks to the others.

Alexander: ugh. Everyone ok?

Necro

Bandylegs is caught in two minds.

'Blast it! Let us fight this abomination! I have no issues regarding my size, lass. The time for introductions is over though. Now we fight!'

Bandylegs downs his wineskin and draws his axe before barrelling up the stairs

Fourier

OOC: Alexander can resist being tossed across if you want to be in the fight Lord TSC.