The results of the above scene. Same warnings apply. Some parts are very, very dark and probably not for everyone. Edited out a lot of unrelated text since this particular log spanned RL hours. Enjoy, I very much did. Zethanon is one of the best well-played and definitely my favorite villan active since I started here on FK.
A Garden Pathway
The sky is cool sleeting and a cold northern gust blows.
A solid oak bench is here graven with an ivy pattern. (perfect)
Nivalis is standing here.
Ailyn is standing here.
An ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon is here.
Nivalis says 'If you don't mind, I think I will be a little more comfortable here than in the shrine.'
Areia nods faintly toward Nivalis, 'Not at all, Miss Nivalis.' Her lips purse a bit as she regards Nivalis, and she asks after a short pause, 'Something is amiss?'.
The figure before you is tall and slender, nearly six feet tall with smooth and sleekly
muscled curves. Her hair is bright gold and confined in a single braid that flows down her
her back reaching her waist. Her eyes are a bright green and are almond shaped with a slight
slant. Her ears come to delicate points showing at least some elven heritage. Her face
is heart-shaped with wide cheekbones and a pointed chin. This shape, coupled with her eyes,
gives her a very feline appearance. She moves with a smooth grace and an unhurried step.
A careful examination would reveal that she is missing the point off of her left ear.
A tall slender female halfelf is in perfect health.
A shimmering translucent set of armour seems to enshroud her.
Her skin is covered in small, flexible scales.
Nivalis is using:
<worn on finger> an obsidian-studded white silver ring (perfect)
<worn on finger> a bronzed iron ring set with a small spherical diamond (perfect)
<worn on ears> a single poppy (perfect)
<worn around neck> (Glowing) an amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn on neck> a blue gold amulet encrusted with diamonds (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a skeletal hand holding gold scales pendant (perfect)
<worn on body> a green traveler's cloak (perfect)
<worn on body> a finely-crafted darkened jaseran covered with golden runes (perfect)
<worn on head> a buckled leather arming cap (perfect)
<worn on legs> deep purple fine leather cuishes (perfect)
<worn on feet> leather ankle boots stitched with crimson thread (perfect)
<worn on hands> dark green steel gauntlets studded with citrines (perfect)
<worn on arms> studded leather sleeves (perfect)
<worn about waist> a stitched leather girtle (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of interwoven four-leaf clovers (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a silver wrist sheath (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather-wrapped scabbard (perfect)
<worn on belt> a white and gold leafmail bag (perfect)
<worn on belt> a fine silk forest green spellpouch (superb)
Ailyn folds her wings behind her as she bends down to pat an ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon, keeping her entertained while you and Nivalis talk, listening.
An ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon playfully nips a bit and nuzzles into Ailyn.
Nivalis takes a deep breath and then begins to pace. 'The other day I ran in to this woman who told me she had a horse that was dying. She asked me to come along and comfort it in it's last moments. Of course I agreed. She was a half elf with honey blonde hair and mutilated ears...'.
Ailyn blinks.
Ailyn sighs deeply.
Areia frowns at Nivalis.
Ailyn says 'Zeth again....'
Areia gives a slight nod, her frown keeping while she remains quiet to listen.
Hailstones start to pelt you and your surroundings.
Ailyn stretches a wing to cover an ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon from the hail.
Nivalis says 'She got me alone and there was, of course, no horse. She began ranting at me about how she was doing everything to make some woman pay attention to her and that she was failing. She demanded that I tell her why she was failing and I said I did not know who she was talking about.'
An ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon leans in toward Ailyn, giving a few displeased chirruping noises up at the sky.
Areia wordlessly lifts a glove to rub at her hourglass branded brow.
Nivalis says 'She finally told me that it was you that she was talking about, Deathlord. She then in the course of the conversation revealed herself to be a follower of the Mad One. She said that she wanted your attention and she would give me a choice. She could kill me, I could sacrifice an item that was a gift of our Lord, or she could mutilate my ears as well.'
Ailyn looks at Nivalis.
Nivalis speaks quite dispassionately, 'I refused to make a choice. So she beat me in to the ground and cut off the tip of my ear.'.
Ailyn's hands pulsate and shimmer with soft light.
Ailyn frowns softly, a hand clenched in a fist at her side.
Ailyn begins to chant.
You guess Ailyn is casting magic mirror.
Ailyn utters the words, 'magic mirror'.
Areia's green eyes seem to move from Nivalis's eyes to either side of the woman's face, apparently looking for the damage. She asks tonelessly of Nivalis, then, 'And what then, Miss Nivalis?'.
You begin to chant.
A pile of cave fish bones glows briefly.
A small sprinkling of powdered silver glows briefly.
Your eyes fixate as they gain the ability to see the unseen.
You begin to chant.
A vial of blood glows briefly.
A piece of string glows briefly.
Your mind awakens in reception to the foxs cunning.
You sit down, cross your legs and begin to meditate.
Nivalis tilts her head so the damaged left ear can be seen, 'She threatened to cut the other one as well, but she thought that would be an act of kindness. She let me go then, but told me to tell you that Zeth was responsible.'.
Areia's demeanor does not change, keeping its usual calm and solemn cast. She nods once and looks to Ailyn, 'Can you heal it?'.
You stop meditating and stand up.
You begin to chant.
A yuan-ti eye glows briefly.
A small silver mirror glows briefly.
Ok.
Meeting Room
N-Grand Staircase
Zethanon is standing here.
Ailyn says to you 'Of course'
You tell Zethanon 'Zethanon.'
Ailyn asks Nivalis 'Will you allow me?'
Zethanon tells you 'Y'voice's like a sweet song sang by th'best'f bards, darlin'. How y'doin'?'
You tell Zethanon 'You are a fool. If you had another death wish, I congradulate you on earning it and so much more.'
Nivalis looks at Ailyn and sighs, 'If you think you can. The priest of Ilmater at the Plinth could not do anything for it.'.
Ailyn moves away from an ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon to stand next to Nivalis. Her hands, glowing with the weaveglow, cup Nivalis's ear as she begins to softly pray for it to be restored.
Zethanon tells you 'Awh, darlin', ain't nothin' t'be sour 'bout...she had a sickness'n I were tryin' t'cure'er. I meant th'best. Honest.'
Ailyn says 'Mystra, grant me the strength to heal this wound, that was given unjustly to one who did not deserve such.'
Ailyn begins to chant.
You guess Ailyn is casting regenerate.
Ailyn utters the words, 'regenerate'.
You tell Zethanon 'You will die, Zethanon. And if your filthy false idiot god will resurrect you again, I will put you back in the ground. I will destroy you ten thousand times if that is what you wish.'
Ailyn uncups her hands from the ear to see if it has been restored.
Nivalis whispers softly to Ailyn, 'Thank you,,,' as the ear heals.
Nivalis says 'A ranger does not cry. A Kelemvorite does not snivel. She will pay for this, I swear by all that I hold sacred and good that she will pay.'
Ailyn smiles and nods 'You are welcome. Part of this is my fault as well, and you were only caught in the middle.'.
Ailyn offers a soft prayer to Mystra.
Areia's gaze returns to settle on Nivalis, an irous weight in its depths though she remains outwardly calm as she tells Nivalis gently, 'You were brave, Miss Nivalis... How you found the strength to stand up to that, I cannot know.'.
Zethanon replies to you 'Ah, darlin', them were necromancers, ain't m'Lord 'bout that. Y'gotta talk t'that fella 'bout buryin' people, makin' sure they dead afore.'
Zethanon replies to you 'Though, when y'say ya gonna destroy me a thousand times, will ya smile for me?'
You tell Zethanon 'No.'
Zethanon replies to you 'Even ya angry no's sound like a birdsong. Y'gotta wonder how ya plans gonna work, though. Y'missin' somethin'.'
Nivalis quirks a little bit of a smile, 'I made her work for it. I did not just roll over and let her do it.' She nods slightly at Ailyn and says, 'She mentioned you, that is why I thought you should hear what happened as well.'.
Nivalis says 'I don't think she expected me to have any knowledge of fighting dirty.'
Ailyn asks you 'Any luck?'
Areia bows her head low toward Nivalis and says quietly, 'I am so very sorry this happened to you... Truly. I cannot express it... This had naught to do with you.' Her eyes close a moment as she draws a careful breath, then she finishes, 'But yes, Miss Nivalis. She will pay, once again. Though ware... You do not allow the vengeance to consume you. It is an easy thing to fall to.'.
Zethanon tells you 'Darlin'?'
You tell Zethanon 'Fine. Pray tell, what am I missing?'
You say to Ailyn 'She is in her temple right now. But rather enjoying herself.'
Zethanon replies to you 'Me, darlin'. T'get what y'want, y'need me. What's't like t'want somethin' SO BAD'n have't so far out'f reach? Ain't ya missin' somethin' in th'Post, ta, sweetums?'
Ailyn says to you 'Figures.....'
An iron skull-and-bones glows blue for just a second.
Ailyn blinks.
You beckon to Nivalis, inviting her to follow you.
Nivalis nods to you, 'I understood what this was all about. I was simply the message that was sent.'.
Nivalis now follows you.
[The Deathlord Areia leads the group out of the gardens without another word. In an outwardly calm silence, she guides them to the Magical Post, though it takes all of her will to maintain that calm. A fury slowly builds within her deepest depths...]
Waterdeep Office of the Magical Post
E-The Market Squa W-Waterdeep Offic
Annah the receptionist is here.
Areia speaks with a slightly cold edge to her tone...
You say 'Check'
Annah Hmmmms...
Annah takes a look at the large registry in front of her.
Annah says to you 'Ah yes, we have something for you.'
Annah says to you 'I am not sure if it is a letter or a box though.'
Annah says to you 'The fee to get the item is 1 gold.'
You give Annah some money.
Annah sends an assistant to check for new letters or boxes.
Annah says to you 'That should not be too long.'
Annah smiles as the assistant returns a few minutes later, with something in his hands.
Annah gives you a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
Annah exclaims to you 'Here you are!'
Ailyn sighs loudly.
a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia contains:
the corpse of Thackrey (superb)
the corpse of Sir Derkir (superb)
the corpse of Calibus (superb)
the corpse of Doomguide Pontus (superb)
the corpse of the priestess of Kelemvor (superb)
Zethanon replies to you 'Let me know how y'like th'new gifts. I bet ya love't.'
Areia blinks once as the absolutely huge box is set before her. She lifts the cover to look inside, and very slowly, her soft, hooded features take on an ever deepening scowl, the rage in her green eyes now utterly unmistakeable.
Zethanon replies to you 'Let me know'f I need t'send a second, ain't sure'f they'd all be fittin'. Had t'get...creative.'
You say 'We must go.'
You begin to chant.
A small silver mirror glows briefly.
Some spider silk glows briefly.
Your shape slowly changes into that of a centaur!
[The group heads just outside the city.]
Plains
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The sky is cold and snowing and a cold northern gust blows.
You descend and land.
You kneel down.
Areia's form ripples and reverts as she carefully lays the box down.
Your shape slowly reverts to your natural race.
You drop a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
You move quickly to your feet.
a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia contains:
the corpse of Thackrey (superb)
the corpse of Sir Derkir (superb)
the corpse of Calibus (superb)
the corpse of Doomguide Pontus (superb)
the corpse of the priestess of Kelemvor (superb)
Nivalis speaks in a rather cold tone, 'That insane bitch.'.
You get the corpse of Thackrey from a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
You drop the corpse of Thackrey.
You get the corpse of Sir Derkir from a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
You drop the corpse of Sir Derkir.
You get the corpse of Calibus from a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
You drop the corpse of Calibus.
You get the corpse of Doomguide Pontus from a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
You drop the corpse of Doomguide Pontus.
You get the corpse of the priestess of Kelemvor from a mail box labelled: Darlin' Areia.
You drop the corpse of the priestess of Kelemvor.
You now speak ancient.
Areia carefully lays out the corpses, one by one. When she finally finishes, she rises and lifts her gaze to the sky to call in an elder tongue, 'Lord Hoar, Doombringer, strike her down in a wrath felt by none before her.'.
You say 'Winged serpent, grant me heat by night'
The winged serpent around your neck glows for a second.
Its tiny mouth opens and it spits magical fire on the ground.
Plains
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The sky is cold and snowing and a cold northern gust blows.
A mail box labelled 'Darlin' Areia' lies here. (perfect)
The corpse of Thackrey fills the air with a foul stench. (superb)
The corpse of Sir Derkir is in the last stages of decay. (superb)
The corpse of Calibus is in the last stages of decay. (superb)
The corpse of Doomguide Pontus is in the last stages of decay. (superb)
The corpse of The priestess of Kelemvor is in the last stages of decay. (superb)
A fire burns brightly. (superb)
Nivalis is hovering here.
Ailyn is hovering here.
An ebony and gold-feathered baby griffon is here.
Ailyn frowns.
Areia strikes the butt of her crook with force upon the hard ground. 'Lord Kelemvor, our master and judge... More come. Slain at the hands of Zethanon of thy most hated enemy. All thine own servants.'.
Areia lists, her voice at once booming and solemn, 'Pontus, Calibus, Thackrey, Derkir...' and her volume lessens as she bows her head, watching the remains all burn. 'May they all rest easy.'.
Nivalis bows her head and whispers a soft prayer for the fallen.
You tell Zethanon 'The hunt is on, Zethanon. You will burn in the fires of the pits of the Hells. I will twist and torment your soul until you beg for death. The agony will span on and on. Just remember this is your own doing.'
You shake your head.
Zethanon replies to you 'Even th'brutish language'f whatever that were was delightful.'
Ailyn says to you 'She wants us to go to her....'
You ask 'Shall we seek her out now?'
Nivalis says 'That is what she wants.'
You begin to chant.
Ailyn says to you 'Even if I have to fight through the Keep...'
A yuan-ti eye glows briefly.
A small silver mirror glows briefly.
Ok.
Meeting Room
N-Grand Staircase
Zethanon sits here.
You now speak common.
Zethanon tells you 'Y'wanna try't again in th'common tongue? Least I know where we'd be standin'.'
Nivalis says 'I hope I gave her the Filth Fever when I bit her.'
You tell Zethanon 'Surprise, surprise. You hide in your little keep like the coward you are.'
Zethanon replies to you 'I'm thinkin' y'didn't say that short bit with all th'jumbly words ya were sayin'.'
Areia shakes her head. 'She is within the House of Lies.'.
Zethanon tells you 'Ain't ya faith some sort'f against lyin' or somethin'?'
Zethanon tells you 'I'm havin' m'cake'n eatin' it ta. Shame y'don't like cake.'
You tell Zethanon 'Hide, hide, hide.'
Zethanon tells you 'Where'd ya think I'd be? I know ya tricks, y'foolish girl.'
Zethanon tells you 'Where y'at, darlin'?'
You tell Zethanon 'Waterdeep. Care to come say hello?'
Zethanon replies to you 'Eh, y'know, I ain't much fond'f th'Deep. Lots'f bad memories. Like when y'said we'd be gettin' more dates...'
Areia utters quietly, her anger just barely kept under control for the moment, 'I can easily kill her myself. I but wish for you both to come along and take part in the execution.'.
[The group prepares for combat, and Areia forms a portal to Shadowdale where they have been told Zethanon will be waiting, though with Ailyn and Nivalis cloaked under invisibility to surprise the warrior.]
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The sky is warm and stormy and a warm southerly breeze blows.
(Invis) (Translucent) Nivalis is hovering here.
(Invis) (Translucent) Ailyn is hovering here.
Zethanon walks in from the south-east.
Zethanon looks at you.
Taller than most of her kind this woman is just a few inches shy of six feet.
She appears a bit on the scrawny side at first glance, but if one takes a
moment, they'd see tone and firm muscles, the source of her strength. Heavily
scarred ears, as if what might have once been elven tipped, have been cut and
improperly healed, the only marring to her face. As if she takes great care
in hiding the scarring, her long honey colored hair is pulled back into a
long, thick braid that hangs low, covering her scarred ears. Steel grey eyes
are almond shaped - a painfully visible hint that this woman is of mixed
blood. Furthering that suggestion, her skin appears to be tanned, though more
of a natural bronzed color.
Inked around her form is an intricate tattoo of a sinuous dragon, unseen if
she is in armor. Deep black is the color of the dragon itself, though it's
wreathed in shadowy purple smoke often times obscuring the dragons shape. At
the collar bone the dragon's head rests, the body of the dragon slinking up
and over her right shoulder to cover near the entirety of her back. Multiple
scars upon her body - many left by whip and blade - are covered over in the
ink. Left wing spread over her left arm, wing tip ending just at her wrist,
the rest of the wing found on the left portion of her back and side should
she leave her arm at rest. Sweeping about her body, the right wing comes
about to the front of her form, the tip ending just below her belly button.
Coiling around her right leg is the tail, circling it once entirely until the
tip ends at the top of her foot.
Her right forearm bears a dark image in permanent inks. From her elbow
shining down towards her wrist is a dark, black sun with hints of gold flecks
along the curling flames that encircle the sun. The sun seems to melt as
black flames gradually turn into petals, with a mixing of black and purple,
and bleed into a bed of passion flowers and wickedly sharp thorns. The thorns
are tipped red, dripping blood. Mixed in the bed of passion flowers and
thorns are bleached white skulls that rest in the soil.
The scent of passion flowers cling to her, leaving a faint trail when in
passing. Despite her naturally bronzed tone, she seems to hold a much lighter
complexion as of late, one might even consider pale. Ugly bruised splotches
of purple and black still remain around her neck and collared area.
A slight, honey-haired female halfelf is in perfect health.
Her skin is covered in small, flexible scales.
Zethanon is using:
<worn on finger> a turquoise copper ring set with a tiny brass sphere (perfect)
<worn on finger> a quartz-studded dark gold ring (perfect)
<worn around face> a titanium nose ring set with a Dalish-cut fluorspar (perfect)
<worn around neck> a gleaming silver amulet set with a carved stone fang (perfect)
<worn on neck> (Glowing) a grey amulet of communication (perfect)
<worn as symbol> a jawless skull on a black sunburst pendant (perfect)
<worn on body> a finely-stitched deep purple cloak slashed with sable (perfect)
<worn on body> a plate harness of unpolished metal (perfect)
<worn on head> a white spidersilk hood decorated with blacksteel hearts (perfect)
<worn on head> a black horned steel helm (perfect)
<worn on legs> a canvas-wrapped scabbard decorated with 'sickly' (superb)
<worn on legs> fluted black steel greaves (perfect)
<worn on feet> a pair of ornate ebony rowel spurs (perfect)
<worn on feet> a pair of embossed boots (perfect)
<worn on hands> gold-crested steel gauntlets (perfect)
<worn on arms> a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of writhing tentacles (very good)
<worn on arms> some thick spaulders of bulette chitin (perfect)
<worn about waist> a plated black steel fauld (perfect)
<worn around wrist> embossed silver bracers (perfect)
<worn around wrist> a woven friendship bracelet (perfect)
<right hand> a shadowy potion (perfect)
<floating around> a burgundy gem ioun stone set with an ivory skull (perfect)
<worn on belt> a black silk bag (perfect)
<worn on belt> a wire-wrapped scabbard decorated with 'briar thorns and wilting roses' (perfect)
<worn on belt> a leather-wrapped scabbard (perfect)
Zethanon cracks a grin on seeing you and shoots a lazy two fingered salute from her brow as she drawls, 'Right good t'see ya, darlin'.'.
Zethanon asks you 'Did y'like th'poem?'
You murmur to Zethanon 'The one Gethral wrote? It was fantastic.'
You stop meditating and stand up.
Zethanon bobs her head a few times in a nod before she says, 'Th'sad part were he weren't wantin' th'credit. Guess who's th'liar there.'.
Zethanon makes a 'Heheheee' noise.
Areia nods once at Zethanon, then she rolls her shoulders and asks, 'Shall I make it quick, then, or draw it out?'.
Zethanon lazily stretches her arms a bit, her gaze wandering your form as she does so and hmms, contemplating your question.
Zethanon finally answers, 'Draw't out, I wanna look't ya long's I can.'.
Zethanon nods.
Your killmode is: kill
Your vision descends to the material plane.
Areia dips her head. 'Very well.' With that, she falls into spellcasting, the arcane syllables full of wrath as they leave her lips.
Zethanon quaffs a shadowy potion.
Zethanon's skin hardens to a malleable stone.
Zethanon's flesh assumes a draconian form.
A shroud of flickering shadow envelops Zethanon.
cast 'greater curse' zeth
You begin to chant.
Zethanon stops using a shadowy potion.
Some beeswax glows briefly.
A sewing needle glows briefly.
Zethanon seems to shake off the affects of your spell.
The lightning has stopped.
Zethanon gives you a small bead of antimagic.
Zethanon gets a dark greatsword engraved with a pattern of thorns from a wire-wrapped scabbard decorated with 'briar thorns and wilting roses'.
Zethanon holds a dark greatsword engraved with a pattern of thorns in both of her hands.
cast 'mirror image'
A small bead of antimagic disrupts your attempt at casting.
You scowl angrily.
Zethanon strikes out at you on the casting.
Zethanon approaches you and prepares to engage you in combat!
Zethanon's stone skin absorbs all of your damage.
Nivalis joins the battle!
Ailyn joins the battle!
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash tears open your abdomen.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash tears a gaping wound into your abdomen.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
With a sickening sound Zethanon's slash deftly shreds your chest.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash lacerates your right arm.
Ailyn fades into visibility.
cast 'mirror image'
Zethanon ducks under Ailyn's slashing attack.
A small bead of antimagic disrupts your attempt at casting.
Nivalis fades into visibility.
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
Zethanon's stone skin absorbs all of your damage.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash lacerates your chest.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
With a sickening sound Zethanon's slash violently shreds your abdomen.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash tears a gaping wound into your right arm.
Ailyn begins to chant.
You guess Ailyn is casting dispel magic.
Ailyn utters the words, 'dispel magic'.
Zethanon resists some of Ailyn's attempt to dispel her magic.
Nivalis's slash viciously cuts Zethanon's chest.
Zethanon's stone skin absorbs all of your damage.
Zethanon gives you an iron grenado.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash lacerates your left leg.
Zethanon ducks under Ailyn's slashing attack.
Zethanon ducks under Ailyn's slashing attack.
Zethanon ducks under Ailyn's slashing attack.
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
With a sickening sound Zethanon's slash violently shreds your abdomen.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash lacerates your left leg.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash tears a gaping wound into your abdomen.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
With a sickening sound Zethanon's slash deftly shreds your chest.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
With a sickening sound Zethanon's slash deftly shreds your chest.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Zethanon ducks under Ailyn's slashing attack.
cast 'mirror image'
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
A small bead of antimagic disrupts your attempt at casting.
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
Zethanon's stone skin absorbs all of your damage.
Zethanon gives a small bead of antimagic to Ailyn.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon's slash lacerates your right leg.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Ailyn's slash deeply gashes Zethanon's chest.
Zethanon ducks under Ailyn's slashing attack.
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
dro bead
Zethanon ducks under Nivalis's slashing attack.
You prepare to drop bead...
You drop a small bead of antimagic.
A small bead of antimagic dissolves into mist.
Zethanon's stone skin absorbs all of your damage.
Your stone skin absorbs some of Zethanon's damage.
Zethanon pulls her blow aimed at you.
Zethanon pulls her blow aimed at Areia.
Zethanon's slash lacerates your abdomen.
You are too stunned to do that.
Zethanon stands over the three bodies with a grin, pacing around the forms with a hum of thought, 'What t'do, what t'do...'.
Areia lies, motionless, by the side of the road.
Other players will see your pose as 'Areia is lain flat out by the side of the road.'.
Zethanon looks over at you a time and bobs her head in a nod, 'I'm knowin'.'.
Zethanon reaches over and grabs at you, starting to walk off, dragging you along with her.
Areia is dragged, barely able to protest, though she does manage to get out, 'Kelemvor...'.
Zethanon squints at you, thwapping you over the head once more for good measure.
Zethanon nods and carries on about her dragging.
[Through muck, over stones, across roads the helpless and beaten Deathlord is dragged, to the mouth of Thargate City and beyond, through the Keep's corrupted streets, to the dark church and altar chamber of the One Lord Cyric.]
High Altar
N-Strifeleader's S-Nave U-Cyric's Throner
Stark black obsidian and ebony cover the walls and floors of
this room, the arching ceiling soaring high above and supported
by columns of black ebony. On the center of the floor is inlaid
an silver jawless skull set on a black sunburst and surrounded
by a band of deep purple gemstone, easily twenty paces across at its
widest point. The altar towers above the symbol, set atop a
platform with four steps leading up to it. Deepest ebony with a rather
stark simplicity. Chains of silver attach to each corner, allowing for
a sacrifice to be stretched over the altar itself. Pillared candles of
black wax sit at each corner and burn ceaselessly, never melting down
or flicker. To the left of the altar is an enormous brass gong,
struck every time a sacrifice is offered to the Prince of Lies.
Saemyr the priest stands here.
Zethanon is standing here.
Zethanon stops using a dark greatsword engraved with a pattern of thorns.
Zethanon sheathes a dark greatsword engraved with a pattern of thorns in a wire-wrapped scabbard decorated with 'briar thorns and wilting roses'.
Areia's soft mumbles continue as she's dragged through the streets, hauled up the stairway. Her head shakes faintly, as if she's trying to shake herself back to full consciousness.
Zethanon drags you up to the altar, hefting her bodily up over it and neatly folding your arms over her chest.
Zethanon drops an elbow on your head as she hears you mumbling and says, 'Shut ya mouth.'.
Areia grunts at the strike, turning her head then to attempt to cough up some blood. She lifts an arm to try to push Zethanon back, though futily.
Zethanon growls at you and brings her elbow down again, this time with the additional weight of her other arm helping as she growls out, 'Keep ya down, don't y'make't harder on y'self.'.
Zethanon mumbles to you, 'Y'one terrible liar. Shame th'mashed face'n th'tainted weren't much help t'ya.'.
Zethanon pulls out a bit of cloth from her bag and attempts to gag you with it, tying it about your mouth as she muses, 'Can't have ya tryin' t'talk ya way out.'.
Zethanon gets a stately tunic of blue velvet from a black silk bag.
Areia's body inevitably spasms some, pain wracking her frame, though after this she seems to fall still again, barely unable to keep coherent. She doesn't even offer really any protest to the gag.
Zethanon pats down at herself as if trying to find something else and murmurs, 'Now...th'hands...ah.'.
Zethanon gets a blue silk garter from a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of writhing tentacles.
Zethanon rips the garter to a strip of silk and winds it tightly around your hands, binding them as she says to you in a singsong tone, 'Can't have y'tryin' t'wiggle ya fingers, neither.'.
Zethanon makes a 'Heheheee' noise.
Other players will see your pose as 'Areia is lain across the altar, bound and gagged.'.
Zethanon pulls out a juggling knife from her bag and looks it over curiously as she muses to herself, 'I remember when I last used this beauty.'.
Zethanon gets a set of juggling knives from a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of writhing tentacles.
Areia's dull regard gazes upward into the heights of the dark chamber for a time, tears starting to well up from the green orbs to mix with the blood on her face. She gives silent prayers to Kelemvor through the haze of pain.
Your killmode is: nofight
Zethanon reaches in her coat again and produces a halfelven ear, showing it to your face as she says, 'This might be lookin' familiar t'ya.'.
Zethanon gets the tip of a halfelven ear from a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of writhing tentacles.
Zethanon makes a 'Heheheee' noise.
Zethanon boops your nose with the ear tip before she puts it back where she found it.
Zethanon puts the tip of a halfelven ear in a pocketed long coat stitched with a motif of writhing tentacles.
A shimmering gate forms in front of you!
Laexus walks in from somewhere.
You hear the scream of a sacrifice followed by the sound of mad laughter.
Areia's eyes seemed to fix on the ear, and at that sight they narrow, and a growl forms low in her throat. She restarts her efforts to struggle once more.
Zethanon looks at Laexus.
Laexus looks at Zethanon.
Zethanon says to Laexus 'Get ya goin', fella.'
Zethanon shoos Laexus back towards the gate.
Areia is absolutely battered, bloodied and broken on the altar. She barely seems to know where she even is.
Laexus steps through the portal at a slow, measured pace, looking slowly over the room. He holds up his warhammer at his side, returning to Zethanon, 'I think not,filthy thing. I've come 'ere with purpose.'.
Zethanon gets a dark greatsword engraved with a pattern of thorns from a wire-wrapped scabbard decorated with 'briar thorns and wilting roses'.
Zethanon holds a dark greatsword engraved with a pattern of thorns in both of her hands.
Zethanon says 'Fine, have't ya way.'
[A short combat ensues. Temple guards rush to the mad warrior's aid.]
Zethanon stands between Laexus and the portal and says, 'Y'ain't leavin'.'.
Laexus wrinkles his nose, glancing around at the temple guard. He says to Zethanon, 'Run, now, and I won't bring this cursed ground crumbling down.'.
Saemyr arches a brow, 'You will settle this outside the temple or you will all die.'.
Zethanon snarls at Laexus, 'Y'ain't leavin' with'er!'.
Laexus lifts his chin, watching Zethanon with a cold gaze, 'E'en your own templemaster would see this resolved elsewhere, hopped up murderer. I'm not leaving without 'er, I'm afraid. And I'm more than willing to wage this war if you think you can speak for your side.'.
Zethanon makes a quiet, 'Heheheee.' noise before she says to Laexus, 'I ain't even carin' at th'moment. Y'ain't takin' 'er, she's stayin'.'.
Saemyr glances at Laexus nervously, taking not so subtle steps to put the guards between himself and harm, making little weasley gulps.
Areia's head shakes faintly, her gaze moving toward Laexus. She seems to try to mumble something out, but her words are blocked by the cloth stuffed in her mouth and she gags slightly.
Zethanon says to Saemyr 'Shame on ya, tryin' t'give th'Deathlord t'Th One.'
Saemyr sneers, 'My life- I mean the sanctity of the temple is worth more than one life.'.
Zethanon says to Saemyr '...Th'Deathlord.'
Zethanon points at you as she repeats to Saemyr, 'Th'DEATHLORD. Y'know. Biggest enemy?'.
Saemyr glances around and throws his arms dramatically in the air, 'His will be done!'.
Saemyr runs north.
Zethanon rolls her eyes at the priest and moves to stand between you and Laexus, telling Laexus, 'y'ain't takin' 'er.'.
Laexus rolls his shoulders under his heavy plate, 'Free 'er. Or the cracks of your temple, widened as they will be, will fill just the same with the blood of the vermin you call ally.'.
Zethanon says to Laexus 'She's stayin' where she is. Bound'n all.'
Laexus shakes his head slowly at Zethanon, 'Thou cannot stop me. Come, destroy yourself against a superior foe, if thee would.'.
Laexus begins to chant.
You guess Laexus is casting shield of faith.
Zethanon turns her back on Laexus and attempts to heave her blade against your midsection.
Laexus utters the words, 'shield of faith'.
Laexus is suddenly surrounded with a divine aura of protection.
Areia's silent prayers resume, the holy words forming, though with much effort, in her mind.
Laexus mutters a swift prayer to The Watcher, as he strides forward to Zethanon, reaching out a hand to catch at Zethanon's own with a fierce sneer.
Zethanon growls and throws her elbow back into Laexus as she snarls, 'Y'ain't takin' 'er!'.
Laexus turns to the side, meeting Zethanon's retaliation with a shoulder rammed against Zethanon's back, 'Too many Liar's words!'.
Areia's blood runs thick across the altar's surface, staining the black with a deep red. She starts to struggle again, attempting to shift herself off the altar, but she seems just too weak.
Ailyn appears in a flash of light!
Nivalis appears in a flash of light!
Zethanon stumbles forward with an 'Oof.' over your body, reaching over to try and smash a hand over your face.
Ailyn draws her blade, staring at Zethanon, and then to Laexus.
Ailyn looks at Laexus.
Areia's blood runs even thicker at the strike, a pitiful whimper escaping her torn lips at the pain. She falls utterly still once more.
Zethanon doesn't even seem to notice the arrival of new people as she resorts to just digging a hand at your face with a growl.
Laexus presses his hand against Zethanon's back, speaking to her even as she lies over your form, 'This is thy last chance. Release her, strike no more. The next act of aggression I see, will be met with death for thee.'.
Zethanon stops her actions against your face at Laexus's words and exhales a heavy sigh.
Ailyn says to Zethanon 'Leave her be Zeth.'
Laexus slowly releases the pressure against Zethanon's back, '.. Truly? A pity. I must admit the satisfaction t'would bring me.'.
Ailyn grips her blade tightly, glancing at you.
Zethanon then bodily grabs you from the altar and attempts to toss it haphazardly to the ground as she growls at Laexus, 'Get ya goin'. But y'know this ain't th'end'f it.'.
Areia is lifted, assuming no one tries to stop Zethanon, and is thrown quite like a rag doll to the floor, her form broken and twisted on the cold marble.
Laexus leans down quickly to catch you as she's thrown downward against one arm, keeping a steady gaze on Zethanon.
Ailyn moves over to you quickly. 'Areia? Areia?'.
Zethanon takes a hasty step towards Laexus and Ailyn around you and snarls, 'Get ya goin', NOW!'.
Ailyn looks at you.
Ailyn casts a quick prayer on you, healing some of the wounds before picking her up gently.
Ailyn stops using a gleaming, celestial-winged warsword inlaid with silver script.
Ailyn sheathes a gleaming, celestial-winged warsword inlaid with silver script in a leather scabbard engraved with Mystran runes.
Ailyn begins to chant.
You guess Ailyn is casting heal.
Ailyn utters the words, 'heal'.
A warm feeling fills your body at Ailyn's touch.
Zethanon takes another threatening step towards Ailyn as she says, 'Get ya foulmouthed filth outta 'ere.'.
Laexus pulls you up against his side, casting a brief glance over her. He returns his gaze to Zethanon, then, pushing himself back up fully to his feet, '... Thou art right in one thing. This is not seen o'er yet. Do not bring me 'ere again, Murderer. I maintain - That warning was thy last, fore'er more.'.
Laexus glances aside to Ailyn, '.. Take 'er. And leave.'.
Ailyn just glares at Zethanon.
Zethanon stares back at Ailyn and asks a monotone, 'Y'want me t'take y'life this time?'.
Zethanon says to Ailyn 'Thinkin', I can, if y'don't GET YA SELF OUT'F 'ERE.'
Areia seems to have lost consciousness by this point, her form limp in Laexus's then Ailyn's arms.
Laexus allows a thin smile to touch his lips, briefly, turning his attention on the guards in attendance, 'And tell the others I'd said the same. Her next transgression brings down hell on ye all.'.
Laexus turns to the side, waving a hand through the air with a muttered prayer, though his voice gains in volume and strength as he continues on, until at its peak, a tear in the world forms through the oval he traces.
Laexus begins to chant.
You guess Laexus is casting gate.
Laexus utters the words, 'gate'.
Laexus utters an incantation, and a gate forms in front of you!
Ailyn carries you through the gate.
