Disciples to the Forgotten

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Eilistraee

IC: 'When the time comes to use the Codex, will there be someone to guide me in its use?'

"Yes, I now know who will guide you in its use."

'May I ask one favor, My Lady? When I succeed, Kain and his followers dead, may I return and spend one night with my beloved Vanya?'

"Remember death is an act of vengeance, not all of Kains allies must die, nor all of his fallowers. But yes you may see Vanya among my fathers gardens at the end of this adventure."

Eilistraee opened a portal to a meadow east of the guild. No sooner had the drow stepped threw then her ears picked up the sounds of a hammer striking metal in the guilds smith house.

Smoke was heavy in the air and a dark cloud was up in the air. The stench of burning bodies over powered the odor of the smoke.

The guild house still stood, glowing embers out lining the stone walls. The head masters tower was toppled.

 

[thewhiteone]

"I understand My Lady, and thank you. Please give Vanya and the others my love."

She kissed the goddess's hand once more before rising. She activated her ring and her clothing reappeared on her once more before she stepped through the portal.

Upon stepping through the portal, she was immediately assaulted by the sounds of the forge, and the stench of charred flesh.

She had DML in hand, as she looked for signs of survivors, enemies, or traps. The forge could be any of those possibilities.

 

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OOC: I am just guessing your heading to the forge. Let me know where your heading.

IC: As she approached the forge house the anvil strikes grew louder as the source grew closer. Once the forge was in sight the strikes stopped. Off to the side of the forge house was a nymph sitting on the ground among several dead. The faint sounds of crying could be heard.

A second object, a dwarf with a swollen belly stepped out of the forge bottle of ale in her hand. She sat on the step and took a deep drink from the bottle. Sweat and ash said she had been at the forge for some time now.

 

[thewhiteone]

“Gertha!” she exclaimed, relief flooding her voice as she stood stunned for a moment before rushing over to the dwarf, hugging her.

Whatever made me think ol' Gertha would go down easy? she asked herself. If anything, her pregnancy would have made her tenfold more dangerous.

"I came as soon as I could...thank the goddess you are alive."

"Are either of you hurt?" she asked as she checked them both for signs of injury.

 

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Gertha

OOC: Orginaly this character wasn't going to be female or pregnant but you commented and I ddecided why the hell not. She is a Iron Soul Forge Master, found in magic of incarum.

IC: "My only wound is my pride. I should of made fitting armor some time ago, I can't seem to fight properly carring my child and not protecting my belly at the same time. So I've been at the forge for some time since all our attackers left, cept' that one." She pointed over to the crying nymph.

The nymph had the typical beauty of her kind, with the exception of her face being red and puffy from tears. Her hair was quite long and was among the darkest blacks ever seen, here eyes were an icy blue and her voice a melody of sadness. The tanned skin of her arms is coated with a sickly filth of dirt and blood. On her neck hangs a red gem.

"There is more to that one then an eyes glance. She has the body of a demon, though it only seems to be present when she was attacking. Best I can figure she is a berserker and an unnatural one at that."

The dwarf geastured to the bodies around her and took a deep swig of ale. "She felled a dozen of our more skilled students, I was fighting her aswell. We made a bloody mess of her too, though you can't tell any more. She seems to heal fast enough, and no scars either. Well maybe some mental ones."

Gertha set her bottle of ale down, and moved back to her forge pulling out a red hot breast plate and taking it to the anvil. "The fight ended suddenly. She just started crying and fell to her knees. She started saying one thing over and over again. 'Help me' I tried getting more information from her but well I may as well been talking to a wall. She stopped asking after ten minutes or so and has been crying ever since. At some point her body changed into that nymph there."

Gertha spit into the bucket of water next to the forge. "I can't believe we had trouble with such a pathetic enemy."

 

[thewhiteone]

There was a taint of evil around the nymph, though it seemed to be more in the flesh than the soul.

She rose and cautiously approached the sobbing nymph, DML ready to leap up if she attacked. She stopped ten feet from the nymph.

"You asked for help?" she asked softly but firmly, "Why are you here? You kill then you grieve. I sense evil in you, yet you beg for help. What is it you want?"

 

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Nymph

IC: Her sobs turned to sniffles and she collapsed to the floor. "I want to stop. I just can't keep living on like this. I want to return to the meadows. I want to escape. But I can't. They'll be back for me, and I will return to my cage until this happens again."

 

[thewhiteone]

"Who will be back for you? What did they do to you? Does that gem around your neck have anything to do with it?" she asked in the same voice.

She prepared herself to suppress the magic (Greater Dispel Magic) of the gem should the woman move to attack, or something begin to teleport her away.

 

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Nymph

IC: "The immortal... I was given to him... But it is his lackeys that will return once they realize they left me behind... I just don't want to end up there again. Don't let them take me."

 

[thewhiteone]

"I will not let them take you. How do they control you? Are their any safe guards against its removal?"

"What can you tell me about the lackeys that will come for you?"

 

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Nymph

IC: " You can't stop them. I can't stop them. The two of them can't die. They are trolls, they can heal from any wounds. That's why he sends them for me, just encase I got ballistic again."

 

[thewhiteone]

"I have killed trolls before, has he given them any special protection from fire and acid? Which kind of trolls are they?"

 

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Nymph

IC: The nymph seems to trail off into her own world while still acknowledging the drows presence. "I hate them, I really do... Is that so wrong? But its not just those two now, I think I hate all trolls and all dragons now. But they are part of nature aren't they? How can I hate them?"

 

[thewhiteone]

She snapped her fingers in an attempt to bring the nymph out of her little world. If it weren’t for the present circumstances, like the impending return of two trolls of unknown type and power under the command of the bastard who betrayed everyone, she’d have been more compassionate and tried to help the distressed woman cope. But right now, they probably didn't have the time.

“Miss, I need you to focus. You don’t want them to take you, right? I need to know everything about these trolls you can tell me, so we can make them pay the price of what they did to you.”

 

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Nymph

IC: "No fighting won't work... but neither does running. They'll track me down eventually... they always do. I have to get as far away from the savage isles as I can. I need to leave no trial."

 

[thewhiteone]

Ok, this wasn't working, time to try a different approach.

"What is your name?" she asked kindly as she took a few steps forward.

 

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Nymph and Co.

IC: The nymph began to curl it self into a fetal position although on a better day she may describe it more as a seed. But today wasn't a good day. "I'll escape this time, some how. I'll go to... Not the cage, any where but the cage. And I'll do it away from the ground so its harder to track... But the two of them have wings. They'll probly smell me just fine. I should tunnel..."

"Well she isn't crying any more." Gertha stopped pounding on her armor to take another ale break. "Interesting picture she paints. I've never seen a winged troll. But it is trolls, usually I just out smart them."

 

[thewhiteone]

The trauma the nymph was going through tore at the drow. She knelled next to the curled up nymph, slowly stretching out her hand to comfort her. Yasaedra was sure if her holy flesh would harm the tainted nymph, she didn't think it would since the nymph seemed to hate what was done to her, but none the less, if her she saw the beginning of any reaction she would with draw her hand.

"I'm going to lay my hand on you, ok? Why don't you tell me your name? My name is Yasaedra," she said in a soothing voice.

 

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IC: "Tunnels need time... I need more time..." The nymph continued oblivious to the drow.

Gertha spoke up "I'll watch her for a while if you want to look around. Its no wonder she went berserk if she if she is wound up this tight mentally. I saw Tim earlier, I gave him the task of counting the injured and what not... Didn't seem happy about it but he owed me a favor."

 

[thewhiteone]

When she got no response from either her words or touch, she decided to give the girl one more try before checking on the others.

"I'll give her one more try for the moment," she said to Gertha. The fact that the trolls that would come for her had wings indicated that they were not ordinary trolls and/or had magic items. Any of which could be problematic.

She began to glow silvery light, not as bright as she normally did, just enough to give that celestial appearance. Yasaedra gently turned the weeping girl's face towards her.

"You asked for my help, I am offering it. Tell me about the trolls and what was done to you, so I can help you better."

((OOC: she's also using Detect Magic to see if the amulet around the nymph's neck is magical))

 

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Nymph

IC: The amulet glows with a faint enchantment magic, calm presence.

The nymph looked at the drow. "Hide me, take me far away and hide me. Bary me deep in the ground, put me in a place where they can't find me. Send me to the astral plane or even the plane of shadows if you must, but hide me some place where they can't find me. Any place... They can find any place... They will find me no matter what... I can't escape... Death is the only escape... I could die... but I am part demon now... Death isn't an option is it? It's hopeless..." With that thought her tears begin to flow again and she returns to the weeping mass Yasa walked in on.

 

[thewhiteone]

"I know a few places they dare not follow, but I can not take you there till tomorrow, after I renew my spells. Till then, we must prepare to fight."

She cradled the nymph for a few moments, stroking her hair soothingly before pulling apart.

Wiping away her tears she asked, "Can you gather yourself for one day? For your freedom?" She then guided the nymph's gaze to the student's she had killed, "Can you do it for them?" then to Gertha and her swollen belly, "Can you do it for her and her unborn child?"

Bringing the girl's gaze back to her eyes, Yasaedra's expression was soft with pity for the girl, yet firm with determination to make this girl's tormentors pay the proper price for their crimes. The final price.

"Can you do it? Will you do it?"

 

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Gertha

IC: The nymph continued to weep looking into the drows eyes. Who knows how much of this conversation she retained.

Gertha looked at Yasaedra. "Would you be wanting some fine dwarven ale after that pep talk? Honestly I find it refreshing that she rants between bouts of crying, sort of keeps it fresh. Any how you'd need the patience of a saint to reach her." Gertha then took another swig of the ale and then spat it out laughing. "Ha, no wonder your trying to reach her. Sorry but I think the wee one has slowed my mind as well as place fat on my ankles."

 

[thewhiteone]

Yasaedra sighed as she pulled the girl into a comforting embrace, soothingly stroking her hair.

A smile had spread across her face before the dwarf realized just what she had said, her musical laughter joining the dwarf woman's deep laughter.

"Keep your ale my friend, you need it more than I. I have plenty of elven wine on me for my own needs," a slight chuckle still in her voice from their shared laughter.

She held the nymph for a few more minutes, whispering words of comfort in Sylvan to the weeping girl. She would have liked to remain as long as the poor woman needed her, but there were others she needed to check on as well.

"I must go and check on the other survivors," she spoke softly, still in Sylvan, "I will be back to check on you, to make sure you are alright. If the trolls return for you, scream for help and fight them. Help will come."

She placed a motherly kiss on the girl's for head and began to untangle herself from the girl.

Then she paused, maybe some fey spirits would help sooth the girl. She reached into her bag and produced a cup and her bottle of endless fey spirits, then pored the girl some. To most, the wine was very potent, to elves and fey about the only drink on which they could get drunk on, and that took drinking like a dwarf to do.

"Here, have a drink before I go," she offered, bringing the cup to the nymph's lips.

 

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Gertha

IC: The nymph continued to cry nearly oblivious to what was going on.

Gertha on the other hand was well aware that the cup was full of infior elven wine. "So you think she is a tea totter like you eh? Well I am going to go back and finish my armor. Once thats done I think I may go back to making little steel booties for the new arival. I refuse to insult the wee one by not having armor ready for it when its born."