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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

[Ravok Quest] Meetings in Secret (Quest Participants only)

Postby Verilian on April 9th, 2011, 9:26 pm

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The past few days have been quite exciting in Ravok. There was a public execution, which turned into a mass scene of violence as conspirators and slaves alike attacked the executioners and rescued their comrades. Since then, several skirmishes have occurred between the conspiracy known as the Rising Sun and the Ebonstryfe. The Rising Sun claims to be fighting for the freedom and safety of Ravok's people, accusing the Black Sun of worshipping a tyrant who rules through threats and fear. The Black Sun fights back accusing the conspiracy of bringing chaos and trouble to the otherwise peaceful streets of Ravok. Each of you received a letter the morning after the execution inviting you to a secret meeting to discuss the future of Ravok. And that is where the quest begins for you.


Havoc in Ravok
Act 1: Rising Dawn - Meetings in Secret
Venidus Larkspur, Rysen Londell, DraSimon Slade
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Spring 26, 511 AV
Location: House of Immortal Pleasures

The House was busier than usual for, but most of its patrons were there for less than righteous reasons. Many came to indulge in the pleasures the house could offer, but some were there for another reason. Those who had the knowledge and knew the right things to say were taken to a special room. They had only to ask for the right service and they would be taken there, but that was not all. Before they were allowed to enter the room they were asked to surrender their weapons, and beyond that they were required to know the passphrase. Those who didn't were quickly turned away, and those who persisted they were forcibly removed. But for those who knew the password they were allowed to pass through the doors.

The bouncer, a man of imposing stature and armed with a wickedly curved blade, led those who knew what to say down a short hall and into a luxurious room. The room was stocked with food and wine of the highest quality offered by the House, and there were a few others already present in the room. A moments conversation would reveal that none in the room knew any more about why they were there than the rest, and it was obvious whoever had sent the invitations was not yet present. Whomever Fiona was, she was not among those gathered either, if she were even an actual person. For the time, all there was to do was mingle and perhaps try to find out more about why they were there.

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Postby Rysen Londell on April 9th, 2011, 11:58 pm

Rysen made his way to the place that the note had told him to meet at. These last few days in Ravok confirmed just how much he hated this city. The way things worked here was only intended to keep the people in power just as it were and in his opinion the common people bought into because they did not know any better. It was a classic example of a tyrannical government taking advantage of the people who trusted them to rule over them. Although how anyone could believe in Rysol, the god of evil, chaos, an betrayal, was so beyond him. Surely they could not believe that Rysol really cared for them, the had to all just be pawns to him, people who could be sacrificed to further the god's power.

All these thoughts raced through his mind as he continued on his way. Also he wondered how these people had found him as his time here in Ravok had been relatively quiet. The idea of simply not showing up had crossed his mind numerous times, and in fact he had planned on leaving soon. No one would miss me here, he thought to himself. But with the arrival of this letter had changed things. This was the chance he had been waiting for and he wasn't going to let it slip by him.

Eventually he came to the place mentioned in his letter, "The house of Immortal pleasures...",he muttered under his breath. He entered in the building and glanced around the room. He had heard of this place and was even tempted to come on occasion but he had always talked himself out of it. He would have been ashamed of himself if he had gone through with it. He stood there quiet for a moment before stepping forward further into the room. "I'm here for the Fiona special." He told one of the girls nearby him, she waved over a large intimidating man who walked over to Rysen and motioned for him to follow. Rysen followed the man who took him to a door in the back, "Pass phrase?" the man grunted at him.

"And though the Sun may shine Black, a new Dawn will soon Rise." Rysen responded. The man nodded at him and held his hand out, "Your blade. I'll be holding on to it for now." Rysen was skeptical but did as he was asked and handed over his sword. After the man opened the door for him and Rysen stepped through the doors, not knowing what to expect on the other side.
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Postby Venidus Larkspur on April 10th, 2011, 7:32 am

The House of Immortal Pleasures stood defiantly before the Symenestran preacher. Larkspur tended to ignore lust and other such vices while on his crusade. Rage, greed, and envy were much more likely to lead someone into his sights, but this didn’t mean the idea of the recreational acts that took place inside didn’t create an acute feeling of disgust. Larkspur ran his hand along the wall as he approached the entryway before pulling a bit of shoddy paint off. The paint chip felt rough and dirty, a coincidence that did not escape the preacher’s fickle humor. Larkspur, unable to preach in the streets of Ravok, improvised sermons in his head.

Justice must be swift, friends. How do you expect to burn away the filth that coats your souls when all you do is drown yourself in physical distractions! Crushing evil requires diligence. Killing evil requires focus. Protecting your neighbor requires concentration! Everything must... be... correctly... darkened... the... Larkspur’s thoughts trailed off into nonsense as he adjusted to the foreign visual stimulation.

The open doors revealed what appeared to be an entirely new world. The cold, white floors dully reflected glimmering lights. The staff, occupying the floor with the beauty that their trade demanded, seemed to move to the muted symphony of moaning, howling, and yelling that flowed from the building’s many rooms while the patrons waited or watched. Black silk curtains and furniture elegantly contrasted the floor as figures moved around them. One of the House’s skilled employees walked by him and Larkspur found himself fighting the urge to reach out and touch her.

The Symenestra had essentially locked physical desires away long ago. The desire to touch was one of disbelief rather than yearning. The prostitute glided across the floor in a way Larkspur had never seen.The woman, who seemed trained in recognizing gestures, picked up on the slight arm twitch and began to work for her next job immediately. She draped herself on Larkspur’s thin arm but was pushed aside almost immediately. The woman’s cursing faintly followed him as he approached a man who apparently commanded the room.

Larkspur’s voice cracked. It was the first time he had spoken all day, “I’m here for the... Fiona Special.”

Larkspur’s tongue instinctively went to toy with his broken tooth. Just saying the “The Fiona Special” left a sour taste on his tongue. This “Rising Dawn” group sure had odd ways of conducting their business if fighting the evil in Ravok was really their goal. Despite meeting in, of all the possible places, a brothel, the opportunity was too great for him to pass up. Venidus had come to Ravok to witness Rhysol's darkness and gain a deeper understanding of the war he waged everyday. An opportunity to actually battle against the Black Sun excited the preacher immensely. In fact, despite suspicion, Larkspur's guard was relatively low.

The lanky Symenstra was led deeper into the building. Glimpses of luxurious rooms peeked out from doors and the sounds of pleasure intensified. The preacher was very curious but his integrity kept him from doing anything foolish. The guide stopped in front of a closed door and looked back expectantly.

I guess this is where that pass phrase comes in handy...

Larkspur uttered it first in Symenos. The words flowed delicately and poetically into the surrounding air. The person escorting him began to pull him away from the door gently but urgently. With a sigh, he spat out, “And though the Sun may shine Black, a new Dawn will soon Rise... It sounds better the other way... not that Common isn’t a great language...”

Someone on the other side of the door took his crossbow. Larkspur relinquished the weapon after a moment of hesitation. The crossbow was special, but he understood that he wasn’t going to get through without giving it up. The hesitation resulted from the terrifying thought of being unarmed in Ravok.

And though the Sun may shine Black, a new Dawn will soon Rise... That is great! I should have thought of something like that. Just when I thought I had thought of every Black Sun and Dawn line... Venidus was busy formulating new homilies and prophetic lines as he stepped through the door.
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Postby Verilian on April 20th, 2011, 12:05 am

A few more people entered the room behind Venidus and Rysen, but none of them seemed to be who they were waiting for. Some of the early arrivals seemed to be getting impatient, and were beginning to wonder if this was all some sort of trap. After a while one of them finally decided he was tired of waiting and chose to leave. Judging from the whispers going around there were likely others who would join him of something didn't happen soon. Over half a bell passed and still nothing. Another decided to leave, leaving only six remaining in all. A few chimes after the second person left the door to the room opened once more and in walked a woman and two others. The woman wore a rugged woolen cloak, clasped in the front by a brooch bearing the symbol of Priskol. Her hands glowed lightly in the dimly lit room, and if anyone had any doubts that this meeting was genuine the woman's open display of allegiance to an enemy of Rhysol was enough to alleviate any doubts.

Following the woman was a tall blue fellow who looked like he had seen more than his fair share of battles. If one listened to the murmurs as he entered they would find out his was the Akalak who escaped the executions just two days ago. The third in line was an old man who looked like he had seen better days. He wore a beaten leather jerkin covered in strange circles, a fang necklace, and carried a walking stick that looked like it was made of bone. All three entered together but then split in separate directions. The Akalak went for the food, the old man for the wine, and the woman walked to the center of the room. "Good evening everyone, I am Fiona."

"I apologize for making you wait so long. We had problems getting here. As I'm sure you can imagine, after the events two days ago it has become more difficult for many of us to move about the streets. I see that we are missing a few people.. That is fine. If you are not dedicated enough to wait a few bells, then you are not the sort we are looking for.

Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. First let me give proper introductions. As I said, I am Fiona, of the Order of Radiance, and one of the founders of the Rising Dawn. My big friend over there is Harrol, or is it Kujol today?"
The Akalak paused between bites to offer a mischievous smile and Fiona nodded, "Kujol then. I would recommend not doing anything to piss him off. And my final companion here is Ervis Revine. He is a powerful wizard and has been a great asset to us." The Akalak grunted unapprovingly as he tore into the smoked leg of some large bird and Fiona gave him a sour look.

"Now, before we start please introduce yourselves and give us any information you wish to share. The reason we do this is so that we all know who we're dealing with, in case their are any traitors among us."

Ending on that pleasant note, Fiona went quiet and waited for the others to introduce themselves. There was a moment of silence before the first stepped up. "I am Batrand Phillips, and I have lived in Ravok my whole life. I've seen how much Rhysol really cares for his people and I am tired of it!" As each person introduced themselves the wizard, Ervis watched them all with glazed eyes. In addition to Bartrand, there was Cicily, a merchant, Markus, a former guard, and Louis, a wizard of some sort. After all introductions were made the only two left were Rysen and Venidus. All eyes fell to them, though in particular the wizards eyes met theirs, waiting patiently for them to speak.

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Postby Rysen Londell on April 23rd, 2011, 11:15 pm

Rysen's eyes moved across the others in the room as he positioned himself against the far wall of the room. The time was beginning to pass more and more slowly and his mind naturally began to wander. Wild fantasies crept through his min as he stood there. The thoughts of him and this Rising Dawn taking down Rhysol played out as he day dreamed away. The ideas were entertaining but he was well aware that this would be no easy task and would likely result in his death. Even if he did come out of this alive it was doubtful that any great glory awaited him. This isn't for glory, or wealth...This is whats right. People will fight it, as they always do with change. Maybe this is a mistake then? Why force change if people don't want it?

Doubt overcame him in this room. How had his life led him here? He was never meant for this kind of thing he thought to himself. Then thoughts of his father entered his mind. Father...you would be proud wouldn't you? He was beginning to feel like a boy again and he almost entered into a state of panic. Slowly his eyes closed and he drew in a single deep breath and as he opened his eyes his heart beat began to slow and he regained his composure. You know what you are capable of Rysen. Stop doubting yourself damn it.

Suddenly the door opened and in walked a woman, an elder man, and what looked like an Akalak. He had never met one before and his curiosity was peaked, he would very much like to ask him about their culture. However he knew that now was not the time nor the place. His attention turned to the woman who called herself Fiona and he listened intently as she spoke. Then she called upon them to introduce themselves and he watched as those around him spoke up and told about themselves. As he listened his gaze fell upon the old man called Ervis, his eyes were very intense and when they met each others gaze Rysen paused for a moment before speaking up.

"My name is Rysen Londell. I come from the fishing town of Zeltiva." His eyes were still locked with the old man, almost as if he was speaking only to him. However soon he turned away and spoke more formally to the room. "I spent most of my life at the University there studying political science as well as a good many other topics. Look I know a tyranny when I see one...these people aren't free. Not even close." Now he focused on the woman Fiona, she seemed to be the leader and he wanted to make sure that she understood exactly how serious he was about this.

"I'm not here for glory or anything like that, there is great injustice here and I will see that it is corrected. All my life I've floated around looking for some way for me to make a difference...while I'm sure some would say I have this is what I feel I have to do. It may cost me my life, but I will not sit by and watch while I know that I may be of some use." With that said he looked around at the others around the room. He wasn't sure if he should say more so after a few seconds he simply nodded his head and relaxed as he leaned back against the wall.
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Postby Venidus Larkspur on April 24th, 2011, 2:54 am

The three newcomers prompted Venidus to look up and shift awkwardly in his seat. He had entered a trancelike state while waiting. He finished muttering one of many prophetic utterances and his eyes immediately fixated on the Priskol brooch. The Symenestra rarely felt jealous, but Fiona’s glowing hands sent his mind spinning. It was the first time he had seen Luminance and, after a few moments, he had to remind himself to breath. He wanted to talk to the woman... ask her how she could wear that brooch in Ravok and live... ask her how she got her mark... ask her everything... but the time for that would present itself, and, if it didn’t, so be it.

His golden eyes shifted to examine her two companions. The Akalak’s chewing sounded very loud, but that sort of thing seemed to be more noticeable when summing someone up. The old man, on the other hand, seemed stereotypically powerful. The odd clothing and old age made him look like a sorcerer from some tale told to children. Even if he was as powerful as he looked, Venidus was getting a bitter feeling about the meeting. If it was a trap, which was unlikely due to the undeniable gnosis mark, then the trappers weren’t going to catch much. By the looks of it, I would be better off doing things on my own in Ravok... What will this bunch honestly be able to do...?

The people in the room all told their stories and reasons for being there. Nothing struck him as particularly spectacular but some weren’t completely boring. After a while, only Venidus and another man hadn't done their bit. At this point, he felt more than a bit nervous. He was the only non-human out of the bunch besides the Akalak, and Venidus was a Symenestra on top of that. He was fully aware of his people’s reputation and fighting against evil didn’t really fit it.

The feast had been picked at over the hours, but due to his dietary restrictions, Venidus just sipped on the many drinks that were located around the table. He was hungry and the situation didn’t seem ideal for the long-winded speech he had prepared. The feeling that he needed to prove himself overwhelmed the fleeting intentions of brevity however. The words almost bubbled from his mouth when the man next to him began to speak.

Rysen Londell, the politician... Venidus mused in his least judgemental way.

“I am Venidus Larkspur, a Symenestra, and a preacher. Though once an average one of my people, dwelling in the darkness of Kalinor, I made a pilgrimage to Sylira in order to explore the world and judge those who cling to corruption. I hunt evil like a hawk and it runs like a rat, and, believe me, I’ve taken care of my fair share of rats!”

Venidus’s tone was smooth and cool. One hand motioned lazily through the air while the other untied the belt holding his book to his leg. He pulled the book up and gingerly placed it on the table.

He continued, placing his forefinger on the novel in front of him, “This book is full of people who I’ve ‘educated’. I know some of you may feel uncomfortable working with me. I understand, but do not doubt my devotion for a moment. I will be a beacon... a lantern until the day I die. I will make the shadows dance!”

Venidus cut himself short. This speech was dry and cliché. He felt foolish saying it. He had lost the ire and originality that he used to command. Maybe that’s part of what drove me here...

He continued quietly, “Ravok is a wound on this land and it needs to be cauterized... whether through subtle or violent means. Friends... I will stand by you if it costs me my life. Brothers and sisters... we will be a conduit of Justice in these darkest of time... in these darkest of places. I’m talking about eternity and Justice here! We must take a stand for Justice. We must hold firm until the end!”

His hands were clenched and sweat coated his palms. He had kept it relatively short, but the tangential nature embarrassed him. With an awkward nod he sank down into his seat.
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Postby Verilian on April 30th, 2011, 5:03 pm

After all had finished introducing themselves the wizard Ervis leaned over and whispered something into Fiona's ear, who then nodded and whispered something back. Kujol.. or Harrol or whatever his name was seemed uninterested in what they were saying and just continued eating his food. When the two were done Fiona returned her attentions to her guests once more, offering no explanation as to what they were talking about, while Ervis walked over to the door and turned the latch, preventing anyone new from showing up. "As I'm sure most of you know, there was an incident in the Nitrozian Plaza. Several of our members were captured and were to be executed, but as you all know that did not happen. We managed to free some, but we did lose some also.. normally our tactics are more subtle, but Rhysol has forced our hand. Now, so that you're all up to speed, here is what we've been doing."

"Over the past few season's we have been working in secret, subtly trying to disrupt activities in the Black Sun while we build up our members. Only recently have things gone public. This began when we started freeing the slaves. At first we simply stopped new shipments from arriving, but then we began freeing slaves already at the market. Most of them go their own way, but those who wished have joined us and our numbers have increased considerably. We are ready to go on the offensive. While we still lack the numbers for an all out assault against the Ebonstryfe, we have been able to become more aggressive in our actions. In six days time we will move to free the largest number of slaves we have ever attempted."

As Fiona explained their plan the wizard walked over to Kujol and began whispering quietly with him as well. Kujol glanced over at the guests at one point, then went back to whispering. Finally the Akalak nodded and moved to stand amongst the guests, leaning against the wall near Bartrand and Louis. Meanwhile, Ervis pulled out a piece of paper and began jotting something down. Both looked tense, and neither were hiding the fact, as they worked on whatever it was they were planning. Both Bartrand and the wizard Louis looked uneasy being so near the Akalak, but who could blame them? The Akalak was being very impolite, slurping on his glass of ale and chewing loudly on the meat in his other hand.


"While freeing slaves is a noble goal and we will continue to do it throughout our efforts, it also serves as a distraction from our true goal. To reiterate what our pale friend said, Ravok is a wound on this land, and it must be cauterized. If you prove yourself in the coming days, we will fill you in on how we intend to accomplish this... but for now, this is enough discussion of our plans. That is not why you were brought here.. tonight is a night for judgment. All of you claim you wish to see this blight on Mizahar ended.. but are you willing to prove it?"

Fiona motioned with her hand and Kujol darted forward, grabbing the wizard Louis from behind and putting his lakan against his throat. Louis cried out in surprise and struggled against the Akalak, but his strength was no match for the large blue man's. Ervis stepped forward, meeting the gaze of each remaining guest in the room before speaking. "Here we have a spy. An Ebonstryfe in our very own meeting... we anticipated this would happen. It gives us a perfect opportunity to test the loyalty of the rest of you." Kujol nodded his head and dragged the wizard to the center of the room, kicking his legs from under him before binding his hands and gagging him. "Try anything and you die," the Akalak muttered. Ervis looked to the rest, seeming to judge them with his stare, then spoke quietly.

"This man works for the enemy. You all speak of justice.. who will take it?"
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Postby Venidus Larkspur on May 16th, 2011, 4:26 am

Louis’s cry of surprise considerably altered the atmosphere of the room. The preacher had just begun to feel comfortable when the whole situation unfolded. Venidus carefully analyzed the situation while absentmindedly sipping on the rim of his cup.

So... Louis is a “spy”. How interesting! Interesting if Louis is in fact a spy. Perhaps the test of loyalty is to see who won’t kill Louis. Those who are willing to kill someone based on some sort of hunch, or perhaps magic, may be trying too hard to prove their loyalty and thus be the real spy. I have no proof Louis is the spy and even if I did that hardly warrants death. Maybe some fingers missing and a tongue, but my code keeps me from making impulsive decisions like this.

The seat let out a small groan as Venidus shifted in it and pushed himself to his feet. He walked over to Ervis and spoke quietly, “I will not kill Louis. I have no proof other than your word. How exactly did you come to the conclusion that he is a spy? Regardless, I will not kill him. My loyalty can be and will be proved in other ways. Also, thinking logically, only one of us can kill him meaning that only one can prove our loyalty. This means there is no way of judging the loyalty of those who proceed.”

The Symenestra glanced over at Louis who must have been utterly uncomfortable. Venidus continued speaking after a short, uncomfortable silence, “Also, from a tactical standpoint, why would we just kill a spy who holds potentially invaluable information? We could torture him or Ervis could probe his mind with some magic or something...”

There was another pause and the preacher awkwardly returned to his seat.

This is also a horrible test. A member of the Black Sun would have no issue cutting down one of his or her own. In fact, they would probably do it more readily than one who truly follows justice. Unless that’s what they had in mind the whole time...

Venidus shifted his head back and looked at the other people in the room awaiting their response. He was still playing the situation through his head. Venidus felt fairly comfortable with his decision. The whole scene was so odd and absurd that being comfortable with any decision would be foolish. A table full of extravagant edibles, a man bound and gagged laying of the floor, an Akalak, a Symenstra, one bearing the mark of Priskil...

The situation was quite odd and Venidus Larkspur wished only for his crossbow back.
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Postby Verilian on May 18th, 2011, 1:42 am

Ervis chuckled and nodded to the symenestra, then motioned to Kujol to stop. Kujol sighed and hauled the mage back to his feet, unbinding him and letting him return to his spot by the wall. "Sorry bout that, Lou." The mage muttered something under his breath and Ervis laughed, patting Kujol on the back. "I told you nobody would fall for this stupid plan of yours, Akalak. Shoulda just done it my way." Kujol looked like he was about to make some sort of comeback when Fiona stepped forward, clearing her throat. "Did you at least get what you needed, Ervis?" The old wizards playful expression vanished immediately and he nodded, "Yes. They're all clean." Fiona frowned and turned to address her guests once more.

"I'm sorry we had to subject you all to this foolishness, but Ervis needed something to draw out your auras and that was the best my esteemed collegues could come up with apparently.. But it still stands. If one of you had been a spy it would have shown in your aura." The frown was still on Fiona's face, and something was obviously troubling her, but she did not immediately illuminate her concerns. Instead the woman walked over to the door, unlocking it at saying something to the bouncer inside. After a couple chimes he came in bearing everyone's weapons. Once all had retrieved their belongings Fiona spoke again. "Our contact said there was definitely going to be a spy here today.. which means they must know that we know." Fiona unclasped her brooch, placing the holy symbol into a pocket and replacing it with a simple silver flower brooch. "I do not think it is safe to stay here any longer. We need to move," she continued as she pulled on a pair of leather gloves, concealing her luminance in the thick material. She then walked over to the far wall, tapping it a few times before finding what she was searching for and pressing in a small panel. A door to her right opened up, revealing the narrow walkway next to the canal behind the building. At the same time the bouncer poked his head through the other door and said simply, "They're here," before closing it and returning to his post.

Fiona nodded, even though the bouncer had already gone and couldn't see her. "Alright. It seems our contact has either been caught or betrayed us. We need to get out of here. In a few moments the girls of the House will pour into this room ready to distract whoever the Black Sun sent. We need to be far from here when that happens. If you have any doubts as to whether or not you want to be a part of this, then go your separate ways here. But know that if you come with us there will be no turning back." Fiona looked to each person in the room. Her eyes almost seemed to glow with an inner light, and Venidus could not help but feel a bit of courage when he met her gaze. "Everyone ready? Let's go!"

Fiona vanished through the door and down the walkway, leading the others behind her. The last to leave was the Akalak who closed the door behind them before catching up. Cicily the merchant chose to go her own way. At the space between each building Fiona paused, peering around the corner before darting across the gap and signaling the others to follow. They were heading toward the outer rim of the city and when they neared their destination Fiona stopped. Up ahead was a pair of boats, large enough to fit all of them on the two. A group of men were standing near the boats, one of them kneeling over what looked like a body. "Alice, no," Fiona whispered. The woman did not move, and after a moment Kujol moved forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, our escape has been cut off. We can fight, or we can try to find another way out. What do you want to do?" Fiona's eyes met the Akalak's and she shook her head. "No, Harrol. I can't put our new recruits in harms way so soon.. We'll find another-" "There they are!" A trio of men ran around the corner behind the group of conspirators, all of them armed. Their shout gained the attention of the four men by the boat as well. Harrol simply shrugged and withdrew his Lakan, speaking up loudly enough for the rest of them to hear. "I guess we fight then." Without a moment's hesitation the Akalak charged the three men who had appeared from behind. "The rest of you take the boat, I'll make sure nobody else comes from behind!"

The Akalak seemed to have things under control from behind despite it being a one on three match, but the frontal assault started off bad from the start. Three of the men charged while the fourth hefted a crossbow and fired, hitting Louis the mage square in the chest. Fiona met one of the attackers with a kick to the stomach, while Bartrand engaged another with his sword. He didn't seem particularly skilled with it, however, and was easily outmatched. Ervis seemed to be concentrating on something but had not yet made a move, which left one open combatant who was swiftly approaching Venidus, a large axe gripped tightly in his right hand.

OOCAll the bad guys are novice in skill level (1-25) so they will be a challenge but you should be able to take them one on one. Feel free to kill your guy, and engage another. Bartrand needs help, and then there is the guy with the crossbow who will aim at Ervis next. Fiona and Harrol seem to be handling themselves just fine. Any questions just PM..
OOC Number 2Also.. there really was supposed to be a spy. It was DraSimon.. and he never showed up.
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Postby Venidus Larkspur on May 20th, 2011, 3:22 am

Venidus shifted his foot quickly when the shadow of the bolt protruding from Louis’s chest met his own. The sound of a crossbow projectile making contact was so familiar, but it took the preacher more than a moment to gather his thoughts for the fight ahead. Hefting the large crossbow into firing position, the preacher muttered a few righteous words.

Engage or run? No! I will make a stand here. Its time to enga-!

Thoughts were cut short as a Black Sun axe clipped his arm. Luckily, the preacher had dodged the attack reflexively. Venidus spun around kicking his sandals into the assailants face in order to buy himself a few moments to think of his next move and begin executing it. Fighting in closed spaces turns into a choreographed dance after months of experience. The Black Sun goon nicked Venidus’s calf as the preacher tried to scale the nearest wall.

“Have you ever killed someone?” Venidus growled. He was perched just out of his opponent’s reach. The small hooks on his bare hands and feet kept him suspended like a spider.

“Well have you? The answer is actually quite important...”

The man grunted and tossed the axe in an attempt to hit the symenestra. Venidus dodged and began to load the large crossbow carried. The awkward pause in combat broke when the Black Sun guard dove for the fallen axe. In an uncharacteristically bold move, likely prompted by Fiona’s eyes, Venidus lunged off the wall and landed behind the axe-wielding enemy.

The preacher didn’t have time to shoot before his foe spun around, axe in hand. Thus began the next stage of the duel. Venidus ran tight circles making sure to stay at the man’s back. With the help of gentle pushing, the soldier found himself next to an abandoned wagon. Venidus stopped moving abruptly. His foe turned and swung to take advantage of the stationary target.

A shocked cry hid the sound of the symenestran crossbow’s release mechanism. Another short silence ensued. The preacher had pinned his opponent to the wagon via a point blank shot to the elbow. The skirmish was over, but the distinct sound of a crossbow reloading left the defeated man whimpering. Another scream floated over the sounds of the nearby battle. A new bolt protruding from the hip propped up the sagging victim.

“Darkness runs.... Evil cowers... Demon this pain is Rhysol’s reward for your service. It’s a shame that you won’t be able lurk another night once my comrades execute you. Savor my three bolts why you can.”

A third shot sounded followed by sobs. Venidus spun around and slowly reloaded his crossbow. The heavy weapon proved challenging to reload and his arms shook as he pulled back on the tight string. The ceremonial pinning of his last foe seemed excessive in hindsight and his arms began to ache as the adrenaline rush waned.
“My arms burn with righteous fervor!” He aimed at the crossbowman aiming at Ervis and pulled the trigger.

OOCSorry if I ruined the entire spy thing you had planned in the room, but Venidus is paranoid and it seemed fitting for him to react the way he did. Thanks for planning all of this and sorry that things are sort of whacky with all the missing folks. If there is anything you want me to change feel free to tell me!
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