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Arcangel - The Beginning


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Seeing Linden's predicament, he quickly gets out of the way of Alenee's shot, then swings his sword through a massive arc above his head, and makes to bring it down on the arm gripping Linden's mace, even if it releases it before he stikes.
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Tiemmo has no knowledge of Melisande. He has no knowledge of anything much that is going on.

 

He wanders over to the fallen guards to see if there is anything worth scavenging or any clue to help him work out where to go next.

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Alenee, Linden, and Eruanion

June 05, 1048 0839

 

The skeleton pulls itself up out of its crypt using Linden's arm as leverage. Her struggles to wrench her mace free are met with a strength that can only come from the unholy, as she almost lifts herself off of the ground in the struggle. The thing notices Alenee at the last minute and twists Linden to block the arrow that was coming at it. The arrow clangs off of her armor, the chain hauberk saving her from damage. The second arrow, however, hits its mark, but lodges itself firmly in the flesh that is now growing rapidly over the skeletal frame.

 

Eruanion's blow strikes solidly, and hacks through the thin covering, but it is like hacking through cordwood, and the sword leaves little mark of what should have been a mighty blow.

 

All around, the red fog is now spiralling up toward the creature, and the level in the room is dropping rapidly.

 

"Liiiifffe," comes a guttural groan from somewhere in the thing's throat. "I aaamm feeelinngg llliiiifffe againnnn." Its eyes begin to glow an eerie pale blue and it looks at Linden. "Sssooo, whyyy isss it thaaat the onne whooo raaiissess meee wisshesssss to dessstrroy meeee? I ssssenssse yourrrr esssennnccce onnn myyy heaaaart."

 

Helstar, Tiemmo, and Krixox

June 05, 1048 0813

 

"Excuse me, but why would anything here have to do with up there?" Krixox asks plaintively. "All we have to go on is the fact that someone here, who apparently was the one who oversaw the project, was trying to chase an archaeologist off the hill." He looks again at Melisande's lifeless body. "Didn't the writing on the note she had apparently, as far as she was concerned, change? She gets a lamp hanging from the back of the room and lights it using a flint and steel that she pulls out of her pouch. She begins to examine the body, apparently looking for something.

 

Tiemmo's search comes up with an assortment of swords, some wooden shields banded with iron strips, leather armor in various states of condition (there are some huge holes in some of it, and one reeks of burnt flesh), and four rings, silverish in color, with an engraving of a split diamond with an intricate dragon superimposed over them.

 

Items:

Longsword: AA765

Longsword: B4576

Longsword: E98B6

Shortsword: 6775A

Leather Armor: (Burnt) 9F223

Leather Jherkin: FF89A

Leather Coat: 13A44

Reinforced Leather: 11592

Four Rings: 00377

Shields: unusable due to condition

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Linden struggles harder with the unholy terror before her to regain control of her mace.

 

"We did not intend to raise you on purpose! It was a mistake." she pants at it. She closes her eyes briefly and marshals her will and strength - sending a fleeting prayer to Poeved for support.

 

She opens her eyes and looks directly at the undead nightmare before her. In a comanding voice she says to it, "You passed from this earth long ago. Your time is over. You do not belong here. I name you Astanth. And by the power of that name and in the name of the blessed Poeved and all that is holy and good, I command you to return the foul pit from whence you came. BEGONE FOUL FIEND!"

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Shocked at how little damage his sword has done, Erunánion recovers himself and whirls the sword round into a traditional aggresive stance.

 

Watching Linden's prayer, and fearing what may happen if it fails, he brings his sword hilt to his shoulder, and holds the point level with the skeleton-creatures spine, ready to thrust hard between two vertebrae if it does not release Linden's mace.

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Tiemmo tells the others of his finds and asks if they need any of the equipment.

 

"I'm happy with what I have for the moment but perhaps we'd get a few coin selling it. Let's each take one of these rings. Maybe we can use them as disguise when we've found out what they represent."

 

He glances at Krikox and adds rather reluctantly. "If that thing was trying to keep us out there has to be some damage we could do there and as it was quite clearly evil it would be in the world's best interests if we could do that damage. Unfortunately we are one member down and, if that thing was typical, woefully underpowered. But my life scavenging in the hills was never a lot of excitement and I'll go with the group opinion."

 

He looks to Krikox and Helstar for their views.

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Helstar, Tiemmo, and Krixox

June 05, 1048 0816

 

"I don't know." Krixox says, looking at her axe with a sigh. "I don't remember seeing that thing even leave. I mean, it was here, Melisande walked toward it, and it was gone." She steps on the haft, puts both hands under the jawbones of the head and pulls. There is a plopsh as the head comes free. "There, now he's not as sharp as he used to be. It seems to me we might want to gather everything up here and get it to the proper authorities."

 

Linden, Alenee, and Eruanion

June 05, 1048 0840

 

The fog has cleared enough now to see the shriveled form of Jouko, his skin and appearance as though he had spent a thousand years in the desert. As the fog level lowers overall, swirling into the creature, you swear that you can actully see the skin of it growing back at an alarming rate.

 

The creature looks in horror at Linden as she completes her plea to Poeved, and, for a split instant, the malice fades from it's piercing blue eyes, and, though Linden feels no less a grip on her mace, the pressure the creature is using lets up for a second.

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