The Seven Swords; Whispers of War

[Aviendha]

Azariah

[URL="https://www.rpnation.com/#6140441"]Health[/URL] 6/20

Basic Information

Name: Azariah


Weight: 123lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: White


Age: 227


Race: Elf


Class: Ranger


Discipline: Natural

Stats

Constitution: 20


Strength: 20


Dexterity: 40


Charisma: 20


Magical Ability: 25


Magical Skill: 20


Magical Alignment: 45

Armor

Leather Armor


Green Cloak

Weapons

Sword: 1d6 Damage


Bow: 1d8 Damage

Inventory

27 Arrows

Azariah looked at the others, she realized that she didn't know their names as well. It would seem she would have plenty of time to get to know them according to the old man, so she didn't bother asking their names and trailed silently behind the others.

 

[SecondBreaking]

The old man took them down the street into a small house, as everyone entered behind him, the old man gestured for Keith to shut the door, which he did. "Those men were agents of the man in the black mask." The candles flickered as he said the name. "They have been scouring the lands for adventurers that could threaten his reign. You are not safe as long as he is alive." The old man began to stare into the flames forlornly.

 

[spacepanda]

GAVIN

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Health 30/35

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 184 lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Light Brown


Hair Color: Brown


Skin Color: Tan


Age: 27


Race: Elf


Class: Fighter


Discipline: Physical

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 35 (+3)


Strength: 40 (+4)


Dexterity: 25 (0)


Charisma: 35 (+3)


Magical Ability: 5 (-3)


Magical Skill: 5 (-3)


Magical Alignment: 10 (-2)

(helmet) Armor

A light cloth & leather armor

(dagger)Weapons

1 Set of brass knuckles (with spikes)


1 Throwing dagger


1 Sgian dubh (a dagger)

(chest) Current Inventory

Some Coin ?

Gavin had followed the other silently into the house, and had folded his arms impatiently as the door was closed. Well at least the exit isn't blocked, he mentally complained. He was irritated, beyond irritated. All he had wanted to do that evening was have a couple of drinks, relax, and then go to sleep before he had to head out the next morning. But instead, here he was, in the tiny home of an elderly man after being held hostage, attacked by a beast, losing his only friend, and escaping a collapsing building. It hadn't exactly been the best day.


"Get to the point, old man." He growled, "Does he just wander around setting every inn on fire? Who is he and where can I find him." It was payback time.

 

[Illusionus]

Ryfen Tethir

Health 25/25

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 134 lbs


Height: 5'9"


Eye Color: Blue


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: Pale


Age: 22


Race: Elf


Class: Druid


Discipline: Natural

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 25 (+0)


Strength: 15 (+5)


Dexterity: 25 (+0)


Charisma: 5 (+10)


Magical Ability: 25 (+5)


Magical Skill: 25 (+5)


Magical Alignment: 60

(helmet) Armor

Hidden Leather Armor

(dagger) Weapons

Short Sword


Heirloom Bow

Ryfen just sits there, cross-legged and silent with his eyes closed. At fist glance it would appear as if he was asleep, but upon a closer look, one would see that he is paying close attention.

 

[Aviendha]

Azariah

[URL="https://www.rpnation.com/#6140441"]Health[/URL] 6/20

Basic Information

Name: Azariah


Weight: 123lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: White


Age: 227


Race: Elf


Class: Ranger


Discipline: Natural

Stats

Constitution: 20


Strength: 20


Dexterity: 40


Charisma: 20


Magical Ability: 25


Magical Skill: 20


Magical Alignment: 45

Armor

Leather Armor


Green Cloak

Weapons

Sword: 1d6 Damage


Bow: 1d8 Damage

Inventory

27 Arrows

Standing aside from the others she listened to the conversation. She was intrigued by the old man's words. Azariah was rather proud that he saw them as a threat and if that was true that meant he could be defeated. She had heard stories of how the black masked man had terrorized the land and him sending some monster to kill them didn't exactly make help. She was about to ask where they could find him when she heard the elf ask and decided to wait for the old man's answer.

 

[SecondBreaking]

The old man looked grim, and the light cast dark shadows across his face. "The man you are looking for is to the West." He said, and walked towards a covered piece of furniture. "I hear the West is crumbling, certain regions are being thrown into anarchy. Barbarians running rampant across the lands." He uncovered the piece of furniture. It was a wooden chest, worn by age. He opened it and began to speak again. "You will need help on the way." He said as he took out an item. It was a small, blue sphere. "This will guide you to where you need to go." He said.

 

[Aviendha]

Azariah looked at the blue sphere and stepped forward, suddenly more curious than before. I mean yeah some maniac just tried to kill her and some others but, she had heard plenty rumors of all the stuff the black masked man did all the time. Walking up she gently touched the sphere and lifted it out of the old man's hands. Examining it closely she asked, "Is this some sort of map?"

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Hannah's face was decorated with a bored frown as she listened to the old man's story. When he pulled out an orb, she rolled her eyes. "What makes you think we're going to do all this. It seems like it'd be safer to just go into hiding for a while. Maybe change our names. I'm a gambler, not a warrior."

 

[spacepanda]

GAVIN

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Health 30/35

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 184 lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Light Brown


Hair Color: Brown


Skin Color: Tan


Age: 27


Race: Elf


Class: Fighter


Discipline: Physical

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 35 (+3)


Strength: 40 (+4)


Dexterity: 25 (0)


Charisma: 35 (+3)


Magical Ability: 5 (-3)


Magical Skill: 5 (-3)


Magical Alignment: 10 (-2)

(helmet) Armor

A light cloth & leather armor

(dagger)Weapons

1 Set of brass knuckles (with spikes)


1 Throwing dagger


1 Sgian dubh (a dagger)

(chest) Current Inventory

Some Coin ?

Gavin folded his arms, regarding the blue sphere now in Elven woman's hand with curiosity. He would have taken it himself, but he wasn't very good with magic, and he had a feeling that was how it was going to work.


He ignored the complaints of the Human woman, she might not be interested in tracking this man down (or maybe she was just looking for an incentive) but he was. He had his incentive. They killed his dog, damn it!


"Where'd you get this mystery sphere, Old Man?" Gavin still wasn't sure this man could even be trusted. "Got anything else you'd like to share?"

 

[Illusionus]

Ryfen Tethir

Health 25/25

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 134 lbs


Height: 5'9"


Eye Color: Blue


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: Pale


Age: 22


Race: Elf


Class: Druid


Discipline: Natural

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 25 (+0)


Strength: 15 (+5)


Dexterity: 25 (+0)


Charisma: 5 (+10)


Magical Ability: 25 (+5)


Magical Skill: 25 (+5)


Magical Alignment: 60

(helmet) Armor

Hidden Leather Armor

(dagger) Weapons

Short Sword


Heirloom Bow

Ryfen stands up suddenly and faces the old man. "Your plight is not my concern old man. I care not for what danger these people are in. I did not come here to be persuaded into partaking in this ridiculous quest of yours." He turns to face the exit. "I came here in search of a group of me who have been terrorizing my home, and nothing more. I am sure you can find some other fool to help you." Ryfen opens the door, intent on leaving.

 

[Aviendha]

Azariah

Health 6/20

Basic Information

Name: Azariah


Weight: 123lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: White


Age: 227


Race: Elf


Class: Ranger


Discipline: Natural

Stats

Constitution: 20


Strength: 20


Dexterity: 40


Charisma: 20


Magic Ability: 25


Magic Skill: 20


Magic Alignment: 45

Armor & Apperal

Leather Armor


Green Cloak

Weapons

Sword: 1d6 Damage


Bow: 1d8 Damage

Inventory

27 Arrows

Azariah glared at them, "How could you be so rude?! Have you ever considered that maybe the people that terrorized your home are the same as the one that tried to kill us? And he is trying to help you avenge your dog and yet your doubtful! All you can think about is avenging your loved ones, and i know that's important. But, could you for once care about all the people the black masked man is terrorizing, all the ones that are still alive. He is probably out there, right now, doing the same thing he did to your people, to the ones who still live! Don't any of you want to stop him?! Do you really need an incentive to try and stop him! No one will, and sooner or later, he will get to your loved ones, the ones that are still alive, he will take everything you have! If he continues there will be no places left to hide, changing your name will do nothing! This man is trying to help us stop him and you don't even care!", she growled placing her hands on her hips.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Hannah glared at the woman scolding them. "I know I'm a selfish coward, But that's not necessarily a bad thing. A wise man once said that if you run away, you can live to run another day. Besides, I can't do anything to stop this. I'm just a cheat." She said.

 

[SecondBreaking]

The old man looked at Hannah and shrugged. "Fine. Run. If you are one of the ones he was looking for, you will soon be slaughtered. If you aren't, then you will live. I would not want to take that chance." He said.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Hannah frowned and looked at the man. "Why exactly would he even see me as a threat?" She asked.

 

[spacepanda]

GAVIN

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Health 30/35

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 184 lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Light Brown


Hair Color: Brown


Skin Color: Tan


Age: 27


Race: Elf


Class: Fighter


Discipline: Physical

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 35 (+3)


Strength: 40 (+4)


Dexterity: 25 (0)


Charisma: 35 (+3)


Magical Ability: 5 (-3)


Magical Skill: 5 (-3)


Magical Alignment: 10 (-2)

(helmet) Armor

A light cloth & leather armor

(dagger)Weapons

1 Set of brass knuckles (with spikes)


1 Throwing dagger


1 Sgian dubh (a dagger)

(chest) Current Inventory

Some Coin ?

Gavin growled; all this yelling and fussing was getting on his nerves. He was a man of action and right now no one aside from the Elven girl seemed interested in doing anything.


"Look, you all can sit here and argue all you want. I'm going to go after this guy." Turning his head towards Azariah he pointed at the blue sphere. "If you know how to work that thing, then I'm with you. But we've had a hell of a day and now we all have to find a place to crash tonight. So why don't we all tuck in, rest up, and meet here in the morning when we're less... hysterical." Gavin hadn't taken too much damage earlier, but some of the others weren't so lucky. He wondered if the others would agree to his plan, or if he'd be on his own again.

 

[Illusionus]

Ryfen Tethir

Health 25/25

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 134 lbs


Height: 5'9"


Eye Color: Blue


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: Pale


Age: 22


Race: Elf


Class: Druid


Discipline: Natural

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 25 (+0)


Strength: 15 (+5)


Dexterity: 25 (+0)


Charisma: 5 (+10)


Magical Ability: 25 (+5)


Magical Skill: 25 (+5)


Magical Alignment: 60

(helmet) Armor

Hidden Leather Armor

(dagger) Weapons

Short Sword


Heirloom Bow

Ryfen stops and turns back to the man and Azariah. "Listen here. I am not, nor will ever be a coward. I shall humor you and join in your quest. Perhaps, as you say, we may find those who I am searching for." Walking back, away from the door, it is clear that Azariah had struck a nerve.

 

[SecondBreaking]

Keith nodded, stepping forward. "The elf man has a good point. We meet here after rest, we begin our journey, and we bring this masked man to justice."

 

[Aviendha]

Azariah

Health 6/20

Basic Information

Name: Azariah


Weight: 123lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: White


Age: 227


Race: Elf


Class: Ranger


Discipline: Natural

Stats

Constitution: 20


Strength: 20


Dexterity: 40


Charisma: 20


Magic Ability: 25


Magic Skill: 20


Magic Alignment: 45

Armor & Apperal

Leather Armor


Green Cloak

Weapons

Sword: 1d6 Damage


Bow: 1d8 Damage

Inventory

27 Arrows

Seemingly satisfied that they decided to stay she walked over to the old man. Glancing at the others she felt suddenly awkward and nervous, she had never said anything of the sort to anyone before. "I think that's a good plan, I'll see what i can find out about this orb and we can meet back here in the morning to figure out what to do." she agreed, trying to make her voice as clear as possible. Turning back to the old man she looked at the blue sphere. "What is this?"

 

[SecondBreaking]

"That is a Guide Prism." The old man said. He reached out and took the orb, presenting it to Azariah, demonstrating a technique. He grabbed the top and bottom halves of the sphere, and spun them in opposite directions. The sphere collapsed on itself, forming a octahedron. One of the sides glowed a soft white light. "Follow the white light, and it will lead you to where you need to go." He said, handing it back.

 

[Aviendha]

As the old man placed the strange object in her hands she couldn't help but smile and let out a murmur of awe. She unconsciously turned the object over and over in her hands seeing how it would react. Stopping herself before the questions started pouring out, Azariah gave a small nod and said, "Thank you for all your help." Even if she asked the questions they weren't all that important, so she absent mindedly walked to the door, briefly said bye to the others and walked outside.


Feeling for her money she realized it had perished in the inn along with most of her other belongings. Looking around for a tree or a patch of grass she was disappointed to find that their were none nearby. Sighing Azariah walked around to the back of the old mans house. This was probably as good of a spot as any and it was conveniently nearby. Sitting down she looked at the guide sphere. She was anxious and ready to leave right now but, that paladin was right, rest was probably the best option at the moment. Hiding the object under her cloak she leaned against the building, put one had on her sword hilt, the other on her sheath and fell asleep.

 

[SecondBreaking]

Everyone look here! I'm going to try to kick-start this back up so it doesn't die. LETS DO THIS!





The old man moved to the back of the room by the fireplace. Before anyone could leave the room, he pulled on a book sitting on the top of the fireplace mantle, and the back wall slid to the side, revealing stairs leading into a deep, dark, dank tunnel. The elves could now hear voices approaching, and they understood what the old man was doing. "Inside, quickly!" The old man rasped, ushering everyone in. The voices were closer, and now everyone could hear them distinctly.


@Jazimon moves to the window, peeking out. Gavin sees men in dark robes approaching the old man's hovel. He sees a small spark, and the sound of a snapping twig, and all the sudden a huge gout of flame flies from one of the robed man's hands, completely incinerating everything on the street. (Sorry for metagaming)


@Aviendha @ChristinaXIV @arcaneSentinel @UnwantedTruth you hear the twig snap noise, and see a bright light flare through the cracks of the wood barring the window Gavin was looking out of. Gavin leaped back, quietly exclaiming at the pain of the heat. Everyone else feels as if they had jumped in the middle of a fireplace, and the entire room takes on a red glow. All of the sudden the glow fades, and there is no noise outside.


The old man pushes everyone into the fireplace alcove. "Go forward, don't look back. If you come back, you will all die along with the rest of the world." There is a sound at the door. It sounded as if a giant was taking a battering ram to it. The old man pulled the lever and the fireplace began to close. "RUN!" Was the last thing you all hear as the wall closes, completely shutting out the lights. You are left in complete darkness, and can barely hear the scene unfolding in the room behind you.


The door explodes. The two men walk in, you hear their heavy foot steps. They begin to speak to the old man in an angered tone, you don't understand what they are saying, or what the old man says in return. All of the sudden the conversation ends, and the hair rises on the backs of your necks, and a large explosion, then nothing....

 

[Aviendha]

Azariah's mouth dropped open in shock as she was shoved into the tunnel. Everything went black and she heard them enter and say something inaudible. There was an explosion ending their conversation. Anger rushed to her with a mix of sadness and she almost yelled and hit the wall in her fury hoping they would come so she could take her revenge, not just for the old man but, everyone else to perish by his hands. The old man had died giving them a way out, it would be discraceful to not use it. With a downcast expression she reached out and found the wall. Carefully she felt around for the others and grabbed someones arm, she wasn't sure who it was, but right now she didn't care. "We're leaving." she said flatly and started pulling the other person down the hall with her, hoping they wouldn't resist.

 

[spacepanda]

GAVIN

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Health 30/35

(shield) Basic Information

Weight: 184 lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Light Brown


Hair Color: Brown


Skin Color: Tan


Age: 27


Race: Elf


Class: Fighter


Discipline: Physical

(d20) Stats

Constitution: 35 (+3)


Strength: 40 (+4)


Dexterity: 25 (0)


Charisma: 35 (+3)


Magical Ability: 5 (-3)


Magical Skill: 5 (-3)


Magical Alignment: 10 (-2)

(helmet) Armor

A light cloth & leather armor

(dagger)Weapons

1 Set of brass knuckles (with spikes)


1 Throwing dagger


1 Sgian dubh (a dagger)

(chest) Current Inventory

Some Coin ?

Gavin is the last to enter the alcove, being the furthest from it at the time. "Fuck," he whispers as the wall closes behind the travelers and a loud explosion is heard. The elf swears he can still feel the heat from the robed figure's flames on his skin, but the quick silence from the other side of the fireplace soon replaces that heat with a clammy coldness that travels across his body, leaving a trail of goose-pimples in it's wake.


Everything is black, and he can see nothing. Gavin reaches out for the wall behind him when a voice from the darkness startles him. "We're leaving." States the voice, and he can hear the soft patter of footsteps before him.


"Fuck!" He whispers again, nearly tumbling over the person in front of him. "Do you think we can use the sphere for light?" He asks hurriedly as he untangles himself from the person he bumped into. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. They had all been through so much this evening already, and just when he thought he could rest...


Sighing, he rubs his face in the darkness. With any luck they might still be able to survive the night.

 

[Aviendha]

Azariah

Health 6/20

Basic Information

Name: Azariah


Weight: 123lbs


Height: 5'8"


Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Blonde


Skin Color: White


Age: 227


Race: Elf


Class: Ranger


Discipline: Natural

Stats

Constitution: 20


Strength: 20


Dexterity: 40


Charisma: 20


Magic Ability: 25


Magic Skill: 20


Magic Alignment: 45

Armor & Apperal

Leather Armor


Green Cloak

Weapons

Sword: 1d6 Damage


Bow: 1d8 Damage

Inventory

27 Arrows

Azariah hadn't thought about using the sphere. She stopped, and using the hand she had on the wall reached into her cloak to pull it out. It was in its original form. Letting go of the other person, she tired to open the sphere like the old man had. It was much harder in the dark, not being able to see it, but she successfully opened it and white light lit up the room.