Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 16:58:03 GMT -5
Oriax sliced his dagger across his wrist, drawing a fresh crimson stream, calling forth shadowy tendrils from the chill night air to bind and tear apart his strange foes, as he attempted to relight the torch.
(Shadowbinding 90+5 for Subjugate)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 17:18:00 GMT -5
The hot steaming blood is stronger than Oriax has seen it before, and a massive krakenlike tentacle strikes an enemy down and bashes the other two aside. Oriax, flush with power, then crashes it onto his stricken foes.
When the fight is done, the voice appears back in his mind. Ignore the queen. West and north is where you go, Sorcerer. To find me.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 17:41:34 GMT -5
Oriax inspected his blood, surprised by its effect as he awaited the buzzing in his head to subside. When he was satisfied that he was truly alone again, he returned to the camp and roused Nyles.
"You can kill them now." he told the sellsword, in a tone like he was giving him a coveted present.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 17:53:42 GMT -5
Nyles has himself a rousing little massacre. "Boring conversation anyway."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 17:59:49 GMT -5
"We head northwest." Oriax said, when the deed was done, looking at the corpses, wondering coldly if that had each felt the others' pain. "Loot what they have of use. The gold I gave them is yours."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 18:18:40 GMT -5
Nyles looks to the sorcerer. "All things considered, Oriax, this don't seem like the type of trip I could be returning from. If we aren't headed to Hardhome for resupply I can live four days with my rations."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 18:22:58 GMT -5
"Is there something that prevents you from hunting?" Oriax inquired, a solution that seemed obvious.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 18:25:28 GMT -5
"I'll be more honest." He looks to the dead ghouls. "This is something out of my league. You crack worlds and all that. I have a sword that looks pretty useless now." He brushes his frosted hair back from his eyes. "I was hired to take you to Hardhome. Since that's not your destination, I'd say we can call it even. I'll refund half the gold if you like."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 18:36:47 GMT -5
"Keep it." he intoned. "I'll have no use for gold when we are through."
"However, until then, a sword is exactly what is required to fend off the daesh. I am as powerless against that as you claim to be in the face of all this. Is there no amount that would change your mind?"
He removed the heavy coinpurse from his belt, the entirety of that which he had been awarded for killing Cassadar, tossing it at the sellsword's feet.
"You have traveled with me this far. See it to the end and I will see you rewarded beyond measure." he pricked his finger slightly, lacing the words with promise; imbedding visions of mountains of coin, scores of women, and power beyond measure.
(Charm 75, Cantrips 85)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 18:38:40 GMT -5
"Five days, Oriax, then I head south." Nyles takes the collected money. He looks around. "Do we have a destination?"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 18:41:29 GMT -5
"Just a direction." Oriax replied, agreeing to the terms. "I'll know when we're near."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 14:09:06 GMT -5
Nyles nods. "Best get to it, then. Lead on."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 1, 2015 14:16:17 GMT -5
The party made their way northwest, Oriax occasionally drawing a drop or two of blood from his finger to judge ensure they were on course.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 1, 2015 17:10:06 GMT -5
On the fourth day the pair has made it to the start of some serious mountains. Oriax feels the pull now without needing to actively use magic. A narrow path is the only way to pass through the spear-like mountain passes, and thousand foot drops are looking more and more common. The thin and freezing air burns lungs and makes eyes water, tears turning to ice on cheeks. Nyles looks to the path and mumbles a curse under his double-layered hood. As they approach to begin, behind them they hear the low growl of the Daesh.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 1, 2015 17:22:32 GMT -5
Oriax sighed and turned around slowly, snowflakes sticking to his weirwood mask as his black eyes looked upon the massive booger-like annoyance he had unleashed.
"Kill it and be on your way to Lys." he told Nyles as if it were a simple task, taking a few steps back so the sellsword and Stew were between him and the beast. He drew his pearl-handled dagger from his robes, knowing magic would only strengthen the creature.
(Small Blades 85)
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