An unlikely group of adventurers

[Drogoth]

Lazaka was too worried to be shy about the way she was being carted about. Once they were outside she looked over his shoulder to see flames already licking through the inside of the bar.

"What about Nemele?" she said as the strange man put her down.

"Who?" he asked, wiping his face with one of his broad sleeves.

"The priestess." she said insistently, "She went out the front."

Tremain bit his lip and looked between the crowd and the burning building. Then he cinched up his bag as he collected his thoughts.

"What are you waiting for!?" he shouted to the crowd "Contain the blaze!"

With that he sprinted off around the tavern. The fire hadn't come to the bar head on, but from one side. He ran around the opposite side where he assumed the mendicant must be. He clutched his wand and hoped it would be enough for what he might find on the other side.

Once he was gone the townsfolk continued to stare at the flames quickly making their way through the building. Lazaka growled in annoyance and drew herself up to her full height and roared.

"YOU! Buckets!" she shouted before whipping her head to the next cluster of people "YOU! Bedsheets, curtains, whatever! Soak them and bring them here!"

She continued to bellow orders to the townsfolk and finally got them moving. She was average height for a woman, which meant she was shorter than mostly male crowd. They only knew her as a slave, she stood before them in chains and half undressed, but they took one look in her eyes and no one dared question her.

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

The dark figure snarled, the four mimic illusions surrounding her repeating the gesture. This wasn't going as planned at all...

Gathering herself, she chanted some more, the air around her beginning to grow dark and dim...

((VERY sorry this took me so long!! Such a short post too...))

[Karyn MacMoragh]

Nemele saw the wizard come running around the side of the tavern over the shoulder of the spectre as it flinched away from her 'mace.' She shot a brief glance in the direction the spectre came from, and then back to the undead beast itself.

'You!' she barked to Tremain. 'Take care of this!' With a fierce lunge as she displayed her holy symbol, she drove the spectre sharply towards the wizard before turning to sprint in the direction it charged her from. Hopefully, he would be able to keep it off of her.

((Aagh, and it's my turn to apologise for taking such a long time. Sorry!))

[Drogoth]

Tremain jumped back as an unholy spectre was shoved in his general direction. He'd have some very strong words to share with that woman if they both got out of this alive. He wasn't going let it get to him now however, there was no room for pettiness in a battle like this.

The spectre didn't seem too interested in him and was already attempting to turn and go back towards the priestess. It didn't get far before a few bolts of energy blasted through it's smoky body. Tremain didn't have the right kind of bane for this creature, but it could feel the repellant power of the magic. It turned about, finally deeming him to be a worthy target.

"That's right...." Tremain mumbled mostly to himself as he searched through a few of his pockets. "Come and get it."



Lazaka stood watching people run about dealing with the fire. She was breathing a bit harder from the excitement, and now that the excitement had passed she was starting to feel very self conscious about what she had done. Lazaka was very shy, unless she had a cause. Heaven help you if you were standing between her and the "right thing to do".

Drenan walked slowly to her side, unable to help with the fire fighting due to his limp. He put a hand on her should and held her tight. Actually, very tight she was about to object, but he started speaking.

"You did good Laz," he said in a rather controlled tone. "But they're not going to be able to save the bar."

"I know," she replied, sadly looking down "I'm sorry I-"

"Not your fault." he sternly interjected "But..... where are you keeping the keys?"

"They're in the......" Lazaka's voice trailed as it occurred to her just what he was getting at. The keys to her shackles were in that bar. The chains were definitely fireproof, but the key wasn't. That blaze would reduce it to slag. At that moment she would have collapsed if Drenan hadn't been holding her so tightly.

((Since Drenan plays so much better as a fatherly figure I went back and changed it so Lazaka's crush was on his as of yet unseen son. Minor detail you guys probably wouldn't care about, but just so you know.))

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

((*Tries to still her beating heart as poor Lazaka gets stuck* Uhm, oh my.... *blush*))

The air around the figure had grown dark and foggy, with only a dim red light from the fire penetrating the black murk.

Spying Nemele charging into the murk, she took out a want and took aim, sending several bright bolts toward the paladin.

[Karyn MacMoragh]

Nemele had to stifle a scream as the bolts of magic slammed into her side, singing her skin underneath and burning away a significant part of her robe. She snarled as she fell back against a tree, taking a moment to catch her breath. With a hand that was growing a little bit shaky, she held out her pendant and said something in the Old Tongue that sounded rather more like a demand than a supplication. The symbol flared into a bright, clear illumination, and Nemele pulled herself up to her full height, holding out her candlestick threateningly.

'Now, who are you,' she snarled as she began advancing, 'that you broke my ward?'

[Drogoth]

((glad you like it Don't worry, it'll get even worse later.))

Tremain almost smirked as the spectre charged him. It'd been a long time since he'd had to deal with a real spirit. He hand returned from his satchel with a rune inscribed length of rope. He tossed it down between him and the attacker. The spectre stopped in front of him like it had hit a wall. Which in fact it had. That rope had more wards than a prison, a prison for ghosts even.




Drenan helped ease Lazaka to the ground. She went down slowly, but felt the cuff catch on her tail where it became thicker than the shackle. So she fell to her hands and knees. She looked down at the chains with sudden anger. Thrashing her tail, but wincing as it's spade caught trying to slip out of the clamp.

"Calm down, calm down," Drenan said crouching beside her and putting his hands on her shoulders "Here's what you're gonna do. You're going to find yourself a good locksmith, and he'll get you right out of there. It's going to be okay. You can do this."

Lazaka was nearly hyperventilating as she felt the chains like they had only just been put on her. But he was right, she was used to them. Her skin was tough enough that the metal wouldn't chafe her too badly. But, no! This was crazy!

[MrSandman]

"And I bet I be not gettin' payed for dis 'gain..." The dwarf growled faintly, whiping the demon blood from his silver axe with a piece of cloth as he made his way through the streets of the town. What realy went on was unclear at this point... imps stormed into town, loosy little beasts but quite powerfull in swarms, though for once... it appeared as if he was not the target of this little attack.
The combat seemed fokused around the towns tavern, making it for once easy to pick off any little beasts that strayed from the main group and giving Angur, so the dwarfs name, a rather... obvious spot to begin his investigation, although it apeared by the time he arrived the townsfolk had taken care of the imps... now that was a surprise.

"YOU! Buckets! YOU! Bedsheets, curtains, whatever! Soak them and bring them here!"

The voice of a half naked, chained female pierced through the mix of screaming pedestrians, burning wood and cracking timber beams, trying to organise the villagers to finaly do anything else but gawking at the fires... well, those who did not run in terror by now.
Was this not even that enslaved tavern wench? It did not matter much now, the humans could take care of the fire and the ale they served was not that great anyway...

The dwarf disregarded the half dragoness' shouts and fokussed his attention on the robbed figure and the chandelier bearing lass casting what appeared to be a light spell... in a fluent motion, the silver axe was strapped back to his belt and replaced by a sturdy looking steel axe, the warriors grip tightining though it was yet to be seen if the women even needed any help dispatching her assailent...

((Hope it is still okay to join, I realy like the thought of a RP campaign based on Grigbertz worlds and every Adventurer group needs a token dwarf... aye? ^^' ))

[Drogoth]

((Would've been nice if you'd said "hi" first, but you seem to know your way around the english language so I think you'll be fine.

I'm really surprised at the quality of players we've been getting. I've never been in a forum where I didn't have to shoo away a couple of people with posts like-

I is grate fighter! *kills teh imps*

- but everyone here seems to know how to put sentences together, paragraphs even! I'm impressed.))

[MrSandman]

(( I didn't know where to introduce myself actualy so uhm... Hi! ^^' *cough* ))