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Post by hilathic on Jul 27, 2008 20:18:52 GMT -5
Looking at the others as they stare at Wraith and her outburst, Hilathic apologizes. "I am sorry." Hilathic says to the onlookers as he holds Wraith while she sobs. "Ever sense the kidnapping of her son and some nasty business with one of the cult members, she has not been herself."
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 27, 2008 20:48:48 GMT -5
Looking at the others as they stare at Wraith and her outburst, Hilathic apologizes. "I am sorry." Hilathic says to the onlookers as he holds Wraith while she sobs. "Ever sense the kidnapping of her son and some nasty business with one of the cult members, she has not been herself." Wraith mumbles. "I've given up on that wash the Dead tried to feed me, realised that all along I never truly believed. But, that story is for another day." Allowing Hilathic to hold her for a moment longer, she staggers to her feet and shuffles back to the deva. Ministering to his wounds again as best she can - she wasn't about to allow her ward to die on her, not while she still drew breath! - she returns to John's side. The sight of his injuries made her stomach turn. All revulsion, personal misgivings and humiliation set aside, she had a job to do. She wasn't about to fail him. Fashioning a bandage to cover the ruined half of his face, Wraith murmurs. "I can't speak for Hadrian, but no magic of mine will restore this. Once this is over, I could attempt fix this with surgery, though this will take time, and we don't have the luxury of that now." |
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Post by Stix on Jul 27, 2008 21:34:11 GMT -5
The deva grunts under the weight of his injuries, slumping further forward and struggling to keep consciousness. "I beg you, mortals: Principality. It's our only hope...."
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Post by exile on Jul 27, 2008 21:46:06 GMT -5
Satisfied with his work on the Taker at least, Hadrian turns his attention back to the wounded deva giving scarcely an eye to the theatrics and outbursts of the two tieflings. “I know of a blessing, a powerful one, that can halt the course of a poison for days. You seem to know the extent of your injuries greater than I, cutter. I’m loath to expend a blessing in vain, but if you think it might serve you I will gladly do so. I do not know any portals to Principality but if you know of one, speak and it will be done.”
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 27, 2008 21:53:39 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak wears a slight grin on his face as the other tieflings unhesitatingly blurt out their entanglement with Graz'zt. He gives a quick glance about the now largely vacated bar to se if anyone seemed to be taking undue interest in their conversation. Fashioning a bandage to cover the ruined half of his face, Wraith murmurs. "I can't speak for Hadrian, but no magic of mine will restore this. Once this is over, I could attempt fix this with surgery, though this will take time, and we don't have the luxury of that now."The deva grunts under the weight of his injuries, slumping further forward and struggling to keep consciousness. " I beg you, mortals: Principality. It's our only hope...." Nodding in agreement, he adds in Wraith's direction, " as you say, now is the time for action." Upon saying so, he adjusts the crossbow slung over his back and braces a shoulder under the deva's right arm. Standing, the Cipher bears as much of the celestial's weight as possible and helps it make its way toward the door. |
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Post by Stix on Jul 27, 2008 22:02:36 GMT -5
"Your blessing won't work," the deva laments to Hadrian. "I gave up my spark, and as long as that fiendish creature has it, my channel to the divine and... now, my very life... will...."
He pauses to clutch at the bite wound as he is seized with the agony of the venom coursing through him. "My time is short. There is a gate near the Gymnasium.... We must go now," he says through clenched teeth, leaning on Gl'Fnak and following with him toward the exit.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 28, 2008 3:25:47 GMT -5
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Wraith beckons for Hadrian, Hilathic and John to follow her and hurries after the departing deva. "Who? The thing that bit you, or the Abyssal Lord you speak of?" She asks anxiously. She didn't wish to bombard the pained Aasimon any more than she had already; but she had to know what odds they were up against, and if it was the same force that nearly destroyed her life... and Aerin's.
Thinking of her son now gives her reason to pause, and she halts in her tracks until Hilathic catches up with her. "What am I going to do about Aerin?" She whispers fearfully. "He's... I'm sure he's safe for now, but what if they find him again? Surely I can't just leave him behind." She glances back at Gl'fnak leading the deva away.
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Post by hilathic on Jul 28, 2008 7:17:36 GMT -5
"I am not sure that we should get involved in this mess. We do not need another Abyssal Lord's problems on our door step. I doubt Graz'zt really knows anything about us at this point. If this Deva is meddling in his or another Lord's business we surely do not want this Lord to lann any secrets we may want to keep."
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Post by john on Jul 28, 2008 12:11:45 GMT -5
"Will you both cease your soppy blathering? It was a blasted big spider without any name or reputation of bloody note, it just stole his damned shiny ball and it melted my face. Help it or not, it profits me little one way or another, but for your own safety, stop blabbing the dark of things that this is -unrelated- to."
John makes a disgusted face, or maybe, it's nearly impossible to read his horrifically altered visage, and stumps after the Deva, saying to him, "I think I'll be failing you unless we can find a way to save your life. Is it possible or am I to be a debtor for the remainder of my existence?"
He lets the Deva lean on him as they approach the gymnasium, thinking for a moment about putting a shiv into the guts of the proprietor of the Other place, assuming of course that the fool knew about the portal in the first place.
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Post by Stix on Jul 28, 2008 12:50:47 GMT -5
Dumb luck rolls
Hive Ward
[dice=20]
Clerk's Ward
[dice=20]
Guildhall Ward
[dice=20][rand=6687944101496086972909771795948172683727687987019211943693887702]
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Post by exile on Jul 28, 2008 14:23:14 GMT -5
A hint of a smile plays across Hadrian's lips for a moment as John vents at the two tieflings, but his expression quickly fades into a mask of worried lines. With a final look about the taproom and a nod leveled at no person in particular he sets off after the group.
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Post by Stix on Jul 28, 2008 14:38:09 GMT -5
(Continued at The Other Place, Guildhall Ward. I'll leave this thread open to reply in case anyone has anything to add.)
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 28, 2008 15:36:10 GMT -5
[I'll post a final reply on Wraith's behalf later on when I'm not so tired  ] |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 28, 2008 21:38:03 GMT -5
After leading a few blocks away from Zero, Gl'Fnak rhetorically comments to the deva, "it's interesting one so near to dying would address others based on their mortality." His voice doesn't sound in the least bit offended and in fact he is wearing his normal grin while making the statement.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 29, 2008 0:19:24 GMT -5
"I am not sure that we should get involved in this mess. We do not need another Abyssal Lord's problems on our door step. I doubt Graz'zt really knows anything about us at this point. If this Deva is meddling in his or another Lord's business we surely do not want this Lord to lann any secrets we may want to keep." "Will you both cease your soppy blathering? It was a blasted big spider without any name or reputation of bloody note, it just stole his damned shiny ball and it melted my face. Help it or not, it profits me little one way or another, but for your own safety, stop blabbing the dark of things that this is -unrelated- to." John makes a disgusted face, or maybe, it's nearly impossible to read his horrifically altered visage, and stumps after the Deva, saying to him, "I think I'll be failing you unless we can find a way to save your life. Is it possible or am I to be a debtor for the remainder of my existence?" He lets the Deva lean on him as they approach the gymnasium, thinking for a moment about putting a shiv into the guts of the proprietor of the Other place, assuming of course that the fool knew about the portal in the first place. Wraith was about to reply when John interrupted her with a well placed retort. She shut her mouth again with a soft click. Perhaps it was for the best. What more could she say now that the dark was out in the open? Adjusting her veil and wimple to better conceal her identity - and her embarrassment - Wraith hurries along after them, doing her best to keep up. After leading a few blocks away from Zero, Gl'Fnak rhetorically comments to the deva, " it's interesting one so near to dying would address others based on their mortality." His voice doesn't sound in the least bit offended and in fact he is wearing his normal grin while making the statement. She huffs, struggling for breath beneath her heavy burden. "No one."Realising that she can't keep pace with the stronger men supporting the deva's weight, Wraith falls back, and walks alongside Hilathic. Once the Open Shell is within sight, Wraith quickly excuses herself, explaining she can't leave without her son; she will catch up with them near the Great Gymnasium. She hurries inside, dashes up the stairs, collects Aerin, and pays the nursemaid for her trouble; emerging on the street with the boy in tow. [ooc: I'm not sure what's happened with Aerin at this point in the timeline, so unless something else has happened to him, I'm assuming that Wraith has found a suitable carer for him while she's away from her homebase; wherever that might be. If she can't catch up with the others on foot, she'll hire a pony cab, and meet them in the Guildhall Ward, near the Great Gymnasium.  ] |
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