PART THREE: A Night to Forget.   Posted by The Keep.Group: archive 0
Knud Anleifr
 player, 426 posts
 Border Ranger
 Sommlending
Wed 12 Oct 2011
at 21:01
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
Somewhere back in the ranger's mind, the realization that the creature he was facing might not be a Helghast, surfaced. But it didn't really matter. Knud was intent on finishing the servant of evil whoever, or whatever, that was.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the knight had risen, and immediately a simple plan came to Knud. Distract the enemy to let the knight strike unopposed.
Making one step forward, the scout reached behind his back and pulled Gwindel's gun, again.

"Torygan!" called Knud, larding his words with contempt, "that scum belongs to Sommerlund." The ranger lifted his shield chest-high and rested the barrel of the Bor rifle on its upper edge. "Die, monster," almost whispered Knud and then, pulling the trigger, gave a full-throated cry: "BOOM!"

OOC: I don't care if it makes Nadziran laugh - as long as Odel gets a free swing at it. :)
Roll for distraction: 7.

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Odel de Vries
 player, 457 posts
 Sommlending Knight
 Knight Dexter
Wed 12 Oct 2011
at 21:22
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
OOC: Oooh, a poor 6 for a direct attack.

With the Nadziran looking the other way, Odel saw his chance to end that fight what could even mean his own death if bad luck was with him that moment. He had to try, though. He couldn't stay cowardly behind and let the others do his job. He had his honor to defend and the best way to accomplish that was to defend it along with his life.

He had spent hundreds of hours in his time, swinging and slashing with the powerful arms he were currently wielding. His masters were of one opinion of him, acknowleding his skill and determination to be counted as one of the best swordsmen of the Order. At that particular moment, though, he wanted to make sure the enemy will perish. Luckily, a surge of adrenalin running in his veins had made him unaware of the painful sensation originated in his own serious wounds.

He whirled in a wide roundabout movement, his sword arm move with the added own momentum of the heavy weapon. As the blade was speeding towards the Nadziran's torso, the knight pushed it to even greater speed with the force of his other arm and the impact of the greatshield behind it.

OOC: Simple, straightforward, successful.

Successful?

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The Keep
 moderator, 359 posts
 Edge of the
 Wildlands
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 06:42
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

OOC: Uh...oh...



In front of the gate...


The pained Nadziran made a twisted face at the name of the dark mage. Who knew the real reason that had torn the twisted creature from its safe have to the brink of its mortal enemy. Who knew why it had shadows Torygan for so long, sought to rescue the villain.

Clearly though, by its reaction the name of Torygan was now as poisonous to it as the atmosphere it was choking upon. The creature probably counted the loss of the shock troops as mothing, the loss of the Helghast more a cost it would need to justify to its Darklord master. However, it's own health, it's own dignity - those were losses it could not stomach. The fact it might lose its life seemed to fuel the creature in equal parts rage and terror. It's mind force was unfocused, but the power of it could still be felt in the burning flame.

Mine. said the voice in Knud's head. Knud had a mental imagien of his own death, and then the creature twisting Torygan in to a set of painful, demeaning shapes before Torygan finally died. Had it always been a mission of death? Had all the people in the keep died simply to save the mage?

Knud did not need to care, he just needed to keep the focus on himself without dying. One last time, it seemed, he would use the weapon of Gwindel. This time not the rifle itself, but Gwindel's twisted way of thinking and odd humour.

The Nadziran flinched as the weapon came out. A creature that indulged in others fears and pain - it could not stand that fear and pain inflicted upon itself.

It flinched, and that was its undoing.


Odel could barely stand, the greatshield and his own broadsword was heavy on his arms. Still, he adopted the stance of a lancer once more. His mind pushed him forwards as if this was another charge on his faithful warhorse.

The charge across the gap between the two was effortless, the weight of his weapons pulling him forwards. For a second there was a green flare, as Odel was surrounded by the ethereal light of the creature. [Private to Odel de Vries: A myriad of images from the creatures angry pshche hit Odel at once. Odel saw himself, knew himself considered a pawn. Saw himself dying beside his master, Sheyer. Sheyer's throat had been slit by Torygan, for Torygan dropped his bloody ritual blade on the floor without care. The Helghast and Torygan walking away, leaving a letter lying by the bodies. It was a flash of vision, but Odel only get the impression of Sheyer's own handwriting on the letter. Handwriting that had giak scrawls beside it at intervals. And then the vision shattered with a scream that echoed in Odel's head, and he felt as if a dark, dark void had opened up to swallow him whole. Except the void was not for Odel...the void was sucking away the visions Odel was wrapped in, dragging them back to a place of infinite depth. The vision broke leaving Odel shaking.]

The bodies collided, although the knight had felt the pressure against his broadsword before that. The knight was left wrongfooted and fell over, oddly stopped. He was in darkness, for the green light was gone. The was standing in nothing - although his vision was blurry for a moment, as if smoke were billowing around him.


Knud's shout was still echoing against the wall of the keep, he saw what happened. One moment, the creature had been standing, legs bending ready to leap at Knud, eyes burning with green fire, the first flushes of a huge pressure building in Knud's mind. Of pain, of his friends dead, of dead friends returning.

And then the knight had struck, and the Nadziran had exploded in a flare of free fire and smoke.


It might have been a trick, had the Nadziran possessed any magic. Had possessed any minions. However, the keep soldiers had destroyed them. Velena and Knud had sealed the Nadziran's power away.

The creature was dead. The keep was saved.



OOC: Yeah, I was just screwing with you. He's dead, you guys are alive! For varying definitions of 'alive'. Time for one last big push against Torygan, now, it seems! An epilogue of sorts... A 'The scourging of the shire' if you will. I'll stop now!
Torygan the Black
 player, 237 posts
 Warlock of the Right
 Wytcher
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 11:16
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
  Torygan growled when the charmed soldier finally went down - and then almost went down himself as the weakness welled up from his wounds.
  Out.
  Now.
  He had to get out.

  Staggering to his feet, one hand pressed to his wounded side, the warlock rushed over to where the liga-dak was trading blows with the soldiers. The two were no match for the creature, but if he was to get out...
  "Finish him," Torygan shouted at the undead, pointing at the soldier who was not blinded while at the same time angling in for the blinded man. "Finish him now!"

[Private to GM: My plan for the next foreseeable period looks like this:
 - liga-dak kills his soldier
 - Torygan knocks down the blind soldier, and takes him hostage
 - Torygan retreats to the rear gate, while the liga-dak opens it
 - both flee into the wilds, taking the hostage with them

Rolls:
 - liga-dak combat = You rolled 18 using 2d10 ((10,8)).
 - Torygan K.O. attempt = You rolled 17 using 2d10 ((9,8)).
 - retreating to the gate = You rolled 22 using 3d10 ((10,5,7)).
]
Odel de Vries
 player, 459 posts
 Sommlending Knight
 Knight Dexter
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 18:10
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
Is it truth? Will he really go that far...? Questions filled the still-confused mind of the knight, once he had finally understood the Nadziran was no more. What he had just seen was most disturbing. Furthermore, it confirmed the impression Torygan's previous actions had suggested but what the knight had so far refused to accept. Maybe it was time to reconsider...

In time, Odel noticed he was shaking. However, earlier he had been shaking of emotional shock, a result of the terrible news he had been shown.
As he became calm again, he realised it was mostly the effect of physical exhaustion. It was the state which wouldn't allow the knight to deal with what was left to be dealt with. To calm himself, he looked around to assess the current situation.

OOC: OK, what are the options?
edgtheowson
 GM, 975 posts
 Dreamweaver
 Deceiver
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 19:07
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
In front of the keep...


Lieutenant Tor was rallying the three remaining soldiers behind him, ready to charge the Nadziran even if it meant their deaths. He therefore stopped in shock as the light faded from view. For a moment he was sure it was a new trick, for the truth - and the hope it implied - was slow trickle in to his consciousness.


"We...we have won," he said, as if he could not beleive it. "Victory!" he yelled to the men. He smiled to Knud, perhaps realising the important of the Bor rifle in the ranger's hand. Tor's's eyes flicked to it, and he gave a more restrained smile and nod. To Odel, Tor started to move towards the knight to ensure the man was able to stay standing. Clearly Tor was conflicted, not over Odel's innocence, but over his own previsous actions. Was it insincere to care for the man now, given Tor's actions previously. The Lieutenant clearly did not know the answer himself.

Tor's face instantly fell though, as the cost of it all finally hit home, seeing the extent of Odel's wounds. He looked to the old dead - and the recent two dead, especially Skyldig - with regret. However, now was not the time to be caught unawares tending the dead. There was still the possibility of being struck by a final sniper, or even a reserve force.

"Get the Captain!" Tor ordered in general, pointign to Captain Teelay, the man struggling to get back up to his feet. Teelay was alive, but clearly as exhausted as Odel.

"Warning...attackers...behind us..."
said the Captain in halting speech, scrambling for a sword then slipping and falling forward again with a frustrated cry.

Lieutenant Tor's eyes widened, for he realised that only Velena and the wounded of the stables remained behind. He saw the light - as if sunlight - was spilling from beyond the gate, and realised that the area was being lit by something.

"Men, to the keep!" Tor said. It was clear Tor was badly wouned himself, the struggles of the Helghast earlier had taken their toll, as had the elite giaks that had been the Nadziran's personal guards.


OOC: @Odel: To answer the question, you could tend to Teelay, you could look for healing from whoever might try to tend to Teelay, or you could follow Tor. Obviously, any 'well, we'll put it all behind us,' or 'you almost cost Sommerlund its keep , men follow ME!' would alos be fine :)

@Knud: hope you don't mind, decided to nudge us along. As always feel free to retcon a reaction, comments to Odel/Tor/etc, sadness to Skyldig's fall, etc. Obviously you are welcome to either check out the area, run to dead Skyldig and cry, or run heroically in to the keep to cehck up on the two mages you abandoned!


[Private to Knud Anleifr; Odel de Vries: Could both of you roll - secretly - a perception roll, please?]


In the courtyard...


While the Tyna-dak (or liga-dak as Torygan thought of it) was a fearsome foe, it seemed that even the blind fightter was not without skill, and his creation was certainly not having an easy time. Only the constant battle they had endured, the attrition on their stamina, seemed to ensure victory would be Torygan's hear.

However, how fast? And at what cost? Despite the mage's own dire wounds, he moved as the liga-dak's distraciton allowed. Jobard tried to yell a warning to his comrade, spotting the danger, however the liga-dak again used its black spear with no mercy, impaling the storeman and holding him on barbed hooks.

Meanwhile, Private Caffe was denied fine tuning in his own assault, and though he stabbed where Torygan had shuffled a moment before, sadly the soldier struck nothing but air. Torygan himself struck true, the brightness allowing him to set up his blow perfectly. The mace was a dead weight in his hand, denied Torygan;'s rage, but that was enough - the soldier fell insensible in to Torygan's waiting arms.

The perfect hostage.


[Private to Torygan the Black: Damn, that's where all the good rolls went - to you! Another near flawless set. Jobard will die pretty quickly next round, no question. That will put the liga-dak a moment behind you. I also assume unless you order it otherwise, it would move to defend your retreat anyway first and then fall back to open the gate once it knows you have made a decent retreat that way.

So basically, you have the blind Caffe to scramble backwards with. Hmm, I wonder what the first '0' will get used on... need the other's actions first to see how opposed or not opposed your travels will be.
Let me know, given the success, if there are any actions in particular you want to do for me to assign those rolls to. Eg speed/securing Caffe/awareness of surroundings/trying to grab something from the ground/manoeuvering to shield yourself from a direction or person, etc.
]

This message was last edited by the GM at 20:13, Thu 13 Oct 2011.

Knud Anleifr
 player, 427 posts
 Border Ranger
 Sommlending
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 19:19
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
For a moment Knud had thought his attempt had failed and his death had been upon him. But then the knight had struck and it was the robed horror that met its end.
The ranger fell to his knees, tension in his muscles and mind finally getting to him. He heard Tor's victorious shout and caught lieutenant's glance - Knud responded with a fatigued nod.
Gwindel had always wanted to show him Bor and at that moment Knud oathed he would take the dwarf's weapon - that sealed the fate of a powerful Darklands' inhabitant - to his mountainous homeland; he was sure that would have been appreciated.

After a few seconds the ranger rose, though, and moved to retrieve his sword, feeling slightly guilty he cared for his weapon more than for the saviour of his life (but at least Odel was being helped to his legs by Tor). A simple "Thank you, sir." was all the gratitude he was capable of expressing to Odel, but it lacked nothing in honesty.

When the ranger looked around, he let out a silent gasp. Skyldig was lying on the ground, private Hope standing above his form. Knud had seen - Knud had experienced - enough to recognize a dead soldier. With his mental strength depleted, the ranger couldn't even properly feel sorrow, even rage resembled a mere smouldering instead of a burning pyre. Knud hadn't felt so empty since the day that lead to his secondment to the keep. Although then there was hope.

Freed in this odd way of emotions, the scout realized Velena had shouted a warning earlier...'Behind!'...'Courtyard,' flashed through Knud's head at the same moment as Tor ordered everyone back into the keep and the ranger started moving back inside the keep's walls.

OOC: POST EDITED
[Private to GM: Secret perception roll: 2. It must be the fatigue. :)]

This message was last edited by the player at 19:34, Thu 13 Oct 2011.

edgtheowson
 GM, 976 posts
 Dreamweaver
 Deceiver
Thu 13 Oct 2011
at 19:25
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

OOC: Ah, sorry for jumping the gun, should have held on for you! Hmm, about one roll per action you think you will make, and maybe two more just for me to mess with you :)
Torygan the Black
 player, 238 posts
 Warlock of the Right
 Wytcher
Fri 14 Oct 2011
at 07:29
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
OOC: run!

[Private to GM: I'll spend some of those rolls on retreating and covering Torygan from incoming trouble. Getting to the back gate is now priority #1.]
Knud Anleifr
 player, 430 posts
 Border Ranger
 Sommlending
Fri 14 Oct 2011
at 15:28
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
Knud steeled himself against whatever awaited them in the keep's courtyard. Many brave men had died and if there was to be a reason for their losses, they had to ensure the black mage would be delivered to Holmgard - preferably alive.

OOC: Just a little place-holder and a note that I'll make my rolls in the Dice Roller, but won't post them here - so anyone can decide for themselves if they wish to see the numbers.
[Private to edgtheowson: And Knud's fate is now in the fate's GM's hands. :)
For convenience - the rolls are: 8,3,4,6,1
]
Odel de Vries
 player, 461 posts
 Sommlending Knight
 Knight Dexter
Fri 14 Oct 2011
at 16:09
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
Still staggering after the the battle that had almost sealed his own fate, Odel accepted Tor's help with gratitude even though he still well remembered who it was that had him locked up in the tower chamber. Personal grudges could wait for a better time to be dealt with, though. Once again did the knight look round, assessing losses. At that moment, it was more obvious than ever that they were done for. And pehaps, perhaps they were doomed from the very beginning.

His wandering glance caught the sight Odel's mount standing nearby, seemingly more confident already although the way it lifted its head now and then to inspect the surroundings, ears erect, nostrils wide open, it could very well panic any time. The knight knew he couldn't ride it in his own and the animal's present state. He didn't want it fall prey to the savage beasts that were coming to take the place as their own.

"Chase... the horse... away, please," he turned to Tor at his side, his voice breaking. "I can... manage... inside on... my own."

Without another word, he freed himself of the captain's hold and slowly moved towards the door, dragging the heavy sword and shield, their points curving twin scratches in the dirt covering the courtyard ground, a saddening evidence of defeat. A heavy teardrop, invisible under the helmet, showed up in his eye.

This message was last edited by the player at 16:24, Fri 14 Oct 2011.

The Keep
 moderator, 360 posts
 Edge of the
 Wildlands
Fri 14 Oct 2011
at 19:25
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

Private Hope, being the most wounded, seemed to get the tasks to keep him on the rea. Tor was confused as to Odel's request regarding the warhorse, but motioned for Hope to do it before seeing to the Captain.

Knud's own movements solidified Tor's urgency, and the ranger, leiutenant, and Privates Billie and Mullak rushed back throgu hthe keep door. All perhaps feared what would be found. However, if the Nadziran had been a trick - or his death a lie - then the soldiers were dead. Odel seemed to have alreayd succumbed to that fear. Private Hope, and Captain Teelay whom he pulled upright, both seemed to sense the defeat and look to each other with concern.


The courtyard had changed a little since the soldiers had left it. It was strange to see if from the gate anyway, having been on the other side for the length of time thwey had been. The sunrod created lighting at a strange angle, left in the centre of the courtyard as it had been.

The first change were the bodies. Two shapes lay on the floor. The first was the mercenary Soore, a bloody sword by his side, his own head bludgeoned. The second figure was a blue robed one, perfectly highlighted in the lgiht closeby. It was clear in the bright light that the mage was dead.

Any concern the traitorous mercenary might have been the cause was dispelled by the figures still standing. The first seemed to be an unrobed Vordak, it's grey skeleal body moving with grace as it fought the storeman Jobard. The man was trying to land a blow, but his strength seemed to be fading. He had been run through by a cruel black spear, and his resistance was ruthlessly ended when the Vordak yanked the spear free, creating a third body on the grounds as Jobard slowly toppled forwards.

Soore was obviously not a traitor, for there was a blood trail that led from his bloody sword across the dirt towards a set of retreating figures. Private Caffe, the blinded soldier, was being held by a black robe figure that all recognised. Torygan the Black had a hostage, as he struggled to shuffle backwards towards - it appeared - the rear gate.

Only Private Chills was aware of what was happening in the stables, and he could do nothing but yell foul epithets. Private Tel was trying to lift himself from his temporary placement, but he was clearly still weak from his burns.


It seemed that only those that came through the gate again - Tor, Mullak, Billie and Knud - were in a position to react. Odel came in behind, but was clearly the walking dead, shattered mind and body from the assault of the Nadziran.

Private Hope and Captain Teelay came in behind them, but each seemed to be holding up the other. Hope might try to fight on, but just as with Odel it might prove to be his last action.

The Vordak moves sideways to help block the soldiers from going after Torygan, but clearly it too was trying to fall back with Torygan, to guard the mage and no doubt aid the man to escape, if the rear gate was his goal.


Lieutenant Tor looked with dead eyes at where Velena had fallen, and with a dead, angry eyes squared off against the Vordak. Knud perhaps realised the mood, and moved forwards, cautioning the use of force, and reminding the Lieutenant that all would be for nothing if Troygan were simply killed. Too many people had died for such a cheap death, for those remainign to dishonour those lives by acting no better than the black mage.

All the squabbling and positioning was fine for Torygan. he was having no easy task dragging the body, moving glacially slowly back passed the keep. He could see the door was smoking well now, though for some reason no one seemed to care.

"Billie, where's your bow?"
hissed Private Mullak to his fellow soldier. Billie looked to Mullak out of the corner of his eye. "Gave it to Golgem when the man went to the rear gate," he said, something dawning on on.

Lieutenant Tor smiled a grim smile, and Knud realised too late - and Odel recalled too late, with everything that was going on - the lone defender left on the rear wall.

Torygan happened to turn around to look to his goal, and spotted something moving. Simply acting on instinct he moved sideways just as an arrow flew passed him to embed in to the ground. Had the mage not moved, he would have been dead - an arrow in his back, an ignominious end. [Private to Torygan the Black: The 0 for moving backwards means everyone's caught up to you. The 5 for perception means Torygan can spot the lone watcher that Tor positioned and Odel re-ordered to stay there. It would have been an interestign death, given he rolled an 8 - which would kill you even with the -6CSA penalty for not shooting Caffe - however I figured you could have a dodge roll for the 7, which I thoguht cushioned you enough to live.]


Knud yelled for Golgem to stop, and with reluctance Lieutenant Tor ordered Golgem to hold fire. The lietenant looked to Torygan, still moving the group slowly forwards even as the Vordak slowly backed off, occasionally hissing and brandishing its weapon. It looked back to Golgem, the man a small visible shadow on the wall.


Lieutenant Tor stood tall, raising his voice for all to hear, addressing the black mage. "No compromises. No negotiation and horses and escape. Torygan the Black: you have been found guilty of crimes against Sommerlund. The warrant for your arrest already includes the crimes of poisoning village wells, abductions and murders. As the commander of this keep, I hereby add the following crimes. Conspiring with the mortal enemies of Sommerlund, the Darklord of Helgedad. Complicity in the deaths of keep personnel and soldiers as a result of that union. Complicity in the death of the keep's previous commander, Captain Dana Outler. The practise of black arts, namely necromancy, and their use upon the dead of this keep. Murder through direct means of sorcery and indirect means of necromancy, including but not limited to Sergeant Veneer Castpan, Private Sil Corde, Private Namma Gorste, Private Ginn Harrot, Lady Velena Karar," and there, Tor's voice cracked, "and ex-solder Feraal Jobard the Second. By powers invested in me as a field commander at times of war against the forces of the Darklands, I invoke my right to a field trial. I propose death, as allowed by military law, to superced the Crown's sentence of  banishment by Shadowgate of Toran."

Tor lowered his voice only a little. "All those present may speak, I will not order such a thing without the support of the keep. Nor the support of those still of rank, and those whose custody Torygan was in this day." Tor paused blackly. "What little is left of us all."

Captain Teelay stuggled in Hope's arms, apparently lookign to the dead man Soore. "Many men's families and widows could do with Torygan's boundy. I won't have it paid in further blood though. Let Torygan's flow instead, as it should have been. Kill him."

None of the soldiers seemed ot be willing to speak up in Torygan's defense, though some were clearly worried for the brave and unconscious Private Caffe that torygan was threateneing the life of. Private Tel, upon hearing Velena's name mentioned, cursed loudly, and asked for Torygan's death. It seemed only further weakness and disorientation stopped him from acting upon it himself.

Finally, Private Hope - embarrassed to be speaking while holding Teelay, said, "I vote with Ranger Anleifr. We should not be ...those who died would have died for nothing if we murder him now. Corporal Skyldig would have died for nothing. Private Caffe;s blood will be on our hands!"

Tor flinched, then looked to Knud aggressively but with restraint. "Ranger, do you still speak for leniancy with Torygan? Look once more upon Lady Kakar's body before you answer. Killed by Torygan's summonation, or by Torygan's own hand." Tor then indicated the Vordak before the ground. "And then, look closely at the foe that blocks our way. Tell me we should give the man who created that another chance to escape our grasp."

To Knud the figure looked like a Vordak, though perhaps the skeletal face was more human than normal, the eyes pinker. It took a moment to realise the shockign truth. The creature standing, looking to all the world like a Vordak, was in fact what was left of medic Tyna. The dead of the keep had been used to kill her while she did her duty. Now, it appeared, she was being used in death to kill more opf the keep, and protect the mage. It seemed to be Torygan's way, death begetting death.

Lieutenant Tor then looked backwards to the knight, Odel. "Sir Knight," said Tor, appearing to have full respect in his voice for the first time, rather than the previous wariness and reserve. "You, perhaps more than the rest of us, speak for Sommerlund, and the Crown at this time. You spared his life once, as I understand it. His life is in your hands once more. What say you?"

Tor looked to everyone once more. "I place this decision squarely upon my own shoulders. I will take whatever consequence alone that the Crown sees fit to impart upon our actions here now, if we vote to end this villain's life."


OOC: How's that for a cliffhanger, then? Knud, you made your feeligns clear before, are you stickign to your guns? Odel, if you have a chance to post now or over the weekend, will you vote to capture Torygan and complete the mission, or do you vote death? Does anyone care about the hostage? It seems Tor is either confident in Golgem and the soldiers overpowering Torygan, or more likely decided that Caffe is better off dead than allowing Torygan victory!

Torygan, do you have any last minute tricks up your sleeve? Or last minute pleas? Or just a final 'screw you'? [Private to Torygan the Black: It's looking pretty bad, though obviously it could have been over already with that arrow shot, so there is still hope. Basically you could try to point out the keep is burning as a distraction, and then simply dump Caffe and order the Tyna-ligi-dak to rush for the gate mechnaism while Torygan just runs to the gate. Obviously, the ligi-dak can then cover Torygan's escape as best as it can. Droppign Caffe would possibly mean a soldier goes to check on him. And perhaps the fire i nthe keep will create a pause. Who knows. The horses are all to one side, so unless you can bully a horse from Odel or Knud, or bend Tor away fromhis previous harsh stance, you probably aren't getting out of here mounted....]

Knud Anleifr
 player, 432 posts
 Border Ranger
 Sommlending
Sat 15 Oct 2011
at 15:36
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
Knud was surprised with himself - at other times he would have been glad someone was taking the burden of responsibility on their shoulders, as Tor was just doing, but in this case his mind was set. Although his reasoning was grimly simple.

The Shadow Gate. As many other Sommlending, the ranger had heard about the portal into the world of horrors. Rumour had it the people cast there were doomed to spent an eternity in suffering; and in contrast to any physical pain ending eventually, the banishment into the Shadow Gate was the beginning of an unending torture of the soul.
A fitting fate for someone of Torygan's kind.

Knud had to force himself to take a look at Velena's body, but it only strengthened his determination. "Lieutenant, I am against the execution of Torygan. The keep must be abandoned anyway," Knud glanced at the main building, recalling the burning hell inside, "and we have to try to deliver the mage across the mountains. We can kill him on the first sign of trouble, but right now there is no threat of him escaping." These were bold, some would say ridiculous, words considering Torygan was standing free in front of them, with Caffe taken hostage. But Knud simply did not want Torygan to die quickly - and of all the long deaths, the Shadow Gate seemed the most dreadful.
"The mercenaries have managed to keep him alive; and we, as servants of Sommerlund, just kill the mage without attempting to succeed?"

Knud didn't dare look at other soldiers. He understood that he was basically arguing for prolonging their nightmare; crossing the mountains with even a lowest prisoner would be a difficult task.
The ranger understood the fragility of their position and added:
"Should you agree with my reasoning, lieutenant, then I will place the responsibility of guarding, and possibly killing, Torygan during our trek on my shoulders."
The Keep
 moderator, 361 posts
 Edge of the
 Wildlands
Mon 17 Oct 2011
at 18:27
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

Even as the group debated, Torygan's ligi-dak hissed, and slowly walked backwards. The soldiers all tensed themselves, even as Torygan himself continued his threats and walked backwards himself. It seemed clear he was intent on making for the gate.

Private Golgem had notched another arrow, and was sighted on the dark mage. None could really see, but he was looking nervously to the Lieutenant, Torygan and Tor.

Lieutenant Tor listened carefully to Knud's words, though he was only regarding Knud out of the corner of his eye. Clearly, he was sizing up the position of Torygan and Caffe, and the distances they were to each other.

Tor did not understand, at first, the reference to the keep needing to be abandoned anyway. When he understood the meaning - that the central tower was burning down from the Captain's room downwards, the Lieutenant laughed an unpleasant, dark laugh. "Fitting," was all he said of that to himself. Out loud, he then said, "It seems your death would be a mercy, mage! Either way, you win. Do we give you a clean death and dishonour the lives of those you have murdered, or do we seek full justice and gamble you do not escape?" Tor shook his head. "Stay where you are mage, you will not leave here."


Suddenly there was a scream. It was the ligi-dak, and in an instant it turned upon its heels and rushed towards the back gate. In surprise Golgem turned his bow upon the creature and fired, and arrow striking it. The creature seemed unaffected, and threw back its own hand, black spear at the ready. The spear hurtled towards the private, stricking the man an awkward blow, and he toppled sideways on the wall.

The ligi-dak kept up its charge uncaring, and leapt at the stable roof. It seemed possessed, determined tyo scrample up the wood and stone of the lower gate tower in order to reach the wall. At best it was heading for Golgem to finish the man off, but more likely it was scrambling for the beacon or the rear gate mechanism.

And then there was a second scream. This one was rage personified, and came from behind Tor. Odel had changed his demeanour. Gone was the defeated knight. In his place was a madman, it seemed. Heavy greatshield raised one last time, broadsword lifted one handedly, ready to strike a mortal blow.

Lieutenant Tor shifted, realising he could not escape the charge of his armoured foe...


Odel kept running, passed the Lieutenant and Knud. Odel had only one target, and he did not seem to care for the distance, the hostage, nor the words that had been spoken earlier.

Odel was charging directly for Torygan the Black. Knud and Tor, and now Torygan, could see in the knight's eyes exactly the fate the knight had judged for the dark mage.



OOC: And there we shall stop! And if we are quick, then I can know how it will resolve and perhaps find time tomorrow to...not tell you and leave it as a cliffhanger :D

Maybe, we shall see. Cyrus preparation is going ok, though I do have an early start on Wednesday morning. So we really will have to see if I can squeeze in a final update. be cool if I can. Wonder if it will be the final update (epilogue aside)!


<Red>@Torygan: Don't worry about the ligi-dak. The only action and roll I need from you are for your own reaction to Odel's charge. Evade? Return the attack? I'll need a roll.

@Odel: Lol, pretty much all I need from you is a combat roll, though if you want to add some personal flavour to what I've written, go right ahead :D

@Knud: Soooo....you were prepared to stop any NPCs who might harm Torygan. Are you prepared to stop Odel? If you are, by what means? And are you prepared for the potential cost of success - Torygan might escape?


Ooooh, tough situation here. Will Torygan die? If he lives, will it mean he escapes? Will Odel die? If he does, by whose hand will it be? Will Knud move to strike a fellow Sommlending down?


I honestly don't know how this is goign to go down. There might be one more beat after this, depending upon how it all goes, but I we're definitely looking to this being last few updates action of the game. Looking forward to seeing how it shakes out tomorrow, and whether we will leave it on a devistating update with a cliffhanger, or jsut a devistating update to mull on for a week and a half!This really had turned from 'wow, we did it, depsite the odds' to a dark little ending. The moral of the story - never kill off the BCS mage :(

Odel de Vries
 player, 465 posts
 Sommlending Knight
 Knight Dexter
Mon 17 Oct 2011
at 19:28
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
OOC: And we have a winner!

Rolled a 9.

Knud Anleifr
 player, 441 posts
 Border Ranger
 Sommlending
Mon 17 Oct 2011
at 20:22
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
Knud had been focused on the turned soldier, its seemingly effortless movement unnerving the ranger more than he would've expected - whatever the goal of that beast was, it could only mean trouble.

And then the knight swept pass him, Knud for a moment doubting whether Odel wasn't mounted again. The realization of knight's target spurred Knud into action and he gave chase after the armoured form, drawing sword and shield of his own (aware those must've seemed like toys in comparison to the weapons of Odel).

OOC: The plan is to follow Odel, and intervene when Torygan is beaten badly but still alive. The intervention taking the form of Knud placing himself between Odel and Torygan, trying to deflect knight's blows, but never striking Odel in return.

EDIT:
Rolled a 3.

This message was last edited by the player at 20:36, Mon 17 Oct 2011.

edgtheowson
 GM, 995 posts
 Dreamweaver
 Deceiver
Mon 17 Oct 2011
at 20:34
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

OOC: Gunna need a roll with that! Hmm, which makes you plan like soup apparently!
Torygan the Black
 player, 240 posts
 Warlock of the Right
 Wytcher
Tue 18 Oct 2011
at 09:23
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
OOC: evading like a bitch, keeping the hostage close.

You rolled 9 using 1d10 ((9)).

The Keep
 moderator, 363 posts
 Edge of the
 Wildlands
Tue 18 Oct 2011
at 18:22
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

Knud moved as quickly as he could. As a ranger, one used to trying ot catch quick prey, he should have managed to outdistance the encumbered knight.

However, usually he was observing his prey, rather than have it charge like a madman out of nowhere.


The ligi-dak scrambled on to the wall, pulling itself up with supernatural ease. Golgem struggled to get up, but the creature did nto care, moving with purpose towards the interior of the upper tower. It was going to release the rear gate, it seemed. Golgem grabbed the spear that had struck him, and used it to pull himself up. The soldier moved with all speed towards the back of the ligi-dak, striking out at it with the black weapon.

The creature screamed, and turned out to yank Golgem off of his feet using the spear. The creature was delayed for a moment, but at what cost to Golgem?


Torygan had found it difficult to pull Private Caffe to the gate, but had no difficulty in yanking the unconscious man from sideways in response to the Knight's charge. Private Caffe's body was placed front and centre to act as a block to Odel's charge.

Knud was barely able to put a finger to Odel, and had to hope the man stopped when Torygan was blocked.


Odel's sword slid perfectly through Caffe's chest. The man screamed, coming to semi-consciousness at the pain only to forever slip back in to oblivion.

Torygan staggered backwards, the point of the blade had still managed to pierce through, creating a wound pooling blood. [Private to Torygan the Black: Lose 3EP. Odel outclasses you so highly that what I ruled was that his attack was taken on by Caffe - lol, which is turn about for the times a soldier has got in the way of you wanting to blast Odel - and you simply take the damage from as if from an an evasion attempt against an NPC. In this case, he's tanking so hard it's still quite high as you are on a terrible CR disadvantage. You really need Odel to stop at the horror of what he has done, or Knud to bodily block Odel. If you have a third option - or of you just want to go down swinging - then go for it. Next update the ligi-dak may have the gate open...]

Private Caffe slid off the knight's blade, dead. Knud caught up to the knight, but only had a split second to react. Grapple the knight? Strike the man dead? Jump in front of Odel to bodily block Torygan, even if it meant the ranger's death? Lieutenant Tor and the other soldiers were crying out in shock and anger, charging towards the scene.

Ad yet they all moved so slowly, compared to the three antagonists in their own small circle. The memories of the dead, and the fate of a wicked man, were all help in the balance...

[Private to Knud Anleifr: Yeah, those guys rolled way too high for your wishy-washy 'kinda stop them and kinda get in the way' to work more than get you in position to make a difference now. Sorry! So, I gave you the options...will you take on any of them? :D]

[Private to Odel de Vries: It is statistically unlikely another blow from Odel would not kill Torygan. Even with a full-body piece of cover, torygan is on his last legs. The real question is, is Odel so far gone he would strike again - despite the dead soldier, and even if Knud stood in his way? Or would he pause...no matter what this might mean if Torygan or Knud took a swing?]

OOC: And there we go. Sad not to end this game before a long delay, but hopefully that's a decent cliffhanger to end on.

You guys are free to be open with your posts as you have been before - it's cool you all got to see it develope before the pay off, especially given the two 9s! - but also you are welcome to take your time and discuss in OOC over the next week if you want to make all your updates in secret private line posts - and I can reveal them all when I get back.

Your calls, both seem to be fun ways to go.


I look forward to seeing what you guys are all going to do! Still no clue how this is all going to turn out, still no idea who will be alive and dead by the end of this!

Knud Anleifr
 player, 447 posts
 Border Ranger
 Sommlending
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 14:12
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
 Caffe's death stirred no emotion in Knud, just a cold thought that nothing now stood between the raging knight and the black mage.
 And was that a bad thing? Did Torygan deserved to be protected after all the things he had done? More importantly, after all the things he indirectly made Knud do... Even private Tel's burns had been caused by Torygan's trap that he'd set in the captain's room.
 But some strange voice was still shouting in the ranger's head. Weren't the terrible deeds of the Sommlending traitor the very reason not to grant him a swift death? Just a moment ago, trying to convince the captain, Knud had thought exactly about this - he'd wanted the black mage's soul to be doomed forever in the dark abyss beyond the Shadow Gate.
 And yet - how could he, a lowly ranger, challenge the decision of a Sommlending knight?

 The thoughts raced through Knud's mind and, not sure what he was doing, the ranger leapt forwards - but not to protect Torygan. Instead, he swung his sword low aiming at the mage's legs. His shield was raised to offer at least some protection from a blow...a blow that might be coming from behind.

OOC: Really torn about what to do, but I'm going with attacking the Torygan, trying not to kill him. I understand, that may be pointless, since Odel's probably attacking 'with full force', but just maybe he rolls poorly and I get a chance to knock Torygan out, while Odel does no damage. :)
Anyways, will make two rolls, secretly; and let GM make them public if he wants.

[Private to edgtheowson: CS 16? (14+2shield-?knock-out) EP 12
Rolls: 6, 3
]
Odel de Vries
 player, 469 posts
 Sommlending Knight
 Knight Dexter
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 17:04
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
The heavy sword was shaking in Odel's weary hand. His short yet stocky body had always proven to be a reservoir of pure energy, never giving up to fatigue. His normally indefatigable shape had been envied by most of those who knew him. At that moment, though, he was nearing the limits of his seemingly enless endurance. Within several past hours he had fought against the living and the dead, flesh and blood foes and demonic beings, real adversaries and creations of his own troubled imagination. He had achieved the unattainable, escaping death on so many occasions. The very fact that he was still standing after all he had gone through, would have been most probably unbelievable to his own brothers in faith, had any of them seen what had transpired.

However, physical exhaustion was not the only reason for his so unsteady a grip. He was suffering, feeling torn apart by all the emotion that filled him. His brothers of the Order were maybe used to such blind savagery and pointless destruction he had just seen but his own mental resiliance was nearly depleted. Never before had he seen such carnage as the one in that remote military outpost. Never before had he experienced so much treachery and deceit. Never had he come to know his own weaknesses to that extent.

As the limp body slid off his blade, thus letting him lift it once again at the mage in front of him, Odel knew that striking in his current condition could proven to be the last thing he would ever do. He had done so much to carry out his errand, honor his duties and maybe even serve justice. He could have achieved it, he knew that. All that he needed was a little bit of cooperation... Instead, he had gotten betrayal, suffering, and the devastating feeling that if it hadn't been for his own actions all of that could have taken an entirelly different turn.

There was only one thing left he could do to make up for all that.

OOC: Should I roll now?
edgtheowson
 GM, 1007 posts
 Dreamweaver
 Deceiver
Thu 27 Oct 2011
at 17:11
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
OOC: Yes please :D

Still love I couldn't bet on your actions here, though I think I might know what they are...

This message was last edited by the GM at 17:17, Thu 27 Oct 2011.

Odel de Vries
 player, 470 posts
 Sommlending Knight
 Knight Dexter
Fri 28 Oct 2011
at 13:47
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
OOC: Just a poor 5 this time.

Sorry, I don't have time to put up a post now, have a surprising-for-me birthday to attend and I have to leave too soon. Don't know how long it will last. Will try to put one up at night after coming back or tomorrow morning, though.

Of course, not to keep people waiting, you can just follow the guidelines I've given you, edgtheowson. Promise, I won't be mad. Morover, I believe it'd be a jucier and longer post than the one I'm able to produce.


[Private to edgtheowson: I'd just go ahead and have Odel want to see Torygan dead. You can have him think of the task his master has given him but then use the realization of the murder already or soon-to-be commited to ignite the final burst of his fury and go straight for the killing strike. That's one of the possibilities, at least.]
Torygan the Black
 player, 242 posts
 Warlock of the Right
 Wytcher
Mon 31 Oct 2011
at 08:03
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget
  When the knight rushed in and impaled his own soldier, Torygan knew. The knight had finally succumbed.
  The euphoria lasted just long enough for the warlock to step back - and then he felt the wetness on his belly, and his knees suddenly grew weak. The dead soldier slumped forward, away from him, and Torygan stumbled back on legs that felt like jelly, legs that threatened to buckle as he tottered and tried to keep his footing.
  Damn this frail body!
  The ranger, rushing in from the side, was the first to draw close again, his shield raised - and rightly so - against an impending blow from the knight, and Torygan did not waste one moment in though. Spinning to the side, robes flapping wetly around his torso and legs on the verge of collapse, Torygan flung the heavy Vordak mace at the ranger's face, sending the dark weapon whirring off through the darkness...

OOC: rolled a 1 for the throw... Damn. If I had only not removed the -1 on the roll...
The Keep
 moderator, 364 posts
 Edge of the
 Wildlands
Mon 31 Oct 2011
at 19:22
Re: PART THREE: A Night to Forget

OOC: Ah, everyone always complains about the -1 until it would mean the difference between failure and success! *sigh* and I guess I can put it off no longer....the final update....


The rear gate rattled and creaked, slowly shifting and opening, providing an escape in to the inky darkness for Torygan. Knud and Odel both moved with similar determination, both acting depsite the body of Private Caffe falling to the ground, a sad end to the brave soldier.

Lieutenant Tor cried out something unintelligeable, however the three combatants were locked in their own private world. All had sustained such wounds over the evening that only the pounding of their own blood was aubible in their heads, and only the faces of each other were visible in tunnelled vision.

Odel's whole focus was on Torygan. Even as fingers tried to grip an edge of his armour from behind he shrugged them off, his remaining energy spend in striking forwards. Torygan's blood was already flowing. There was now nothing that could stop Odel's retribution.

It was then that a dark shadow slipped in front of the knight.


Torygan staggered back from his wounds, yet the fight was not out of him. Even on his knees, he threw the Nadziran-forged weapon with ferocity at the interfering shadow, one final time spitting upon anything that tried to help him. There was no room for error, black metal destined to meet black shadow, one final life taken. However, the mage then saw the glint of a silve edge, Knud's blade suddenly moving towards his head...


Knud moved to strike Torygan in the leg, but Torygan's wild fall took Knud by surprise. Sudden;y, the sword was screaming towards Torygan's neck. And worse, Knud's senses screamed of some danger, some movement of Torygan's hand...a spell? A weapon?

Odel's blow struck Knud's shield with a resounding clang. Only Knud heard the crack, though he did not realise what it was. The ranger did not even fully register the shooting pain of it at first. Knud's perception was a whirlwind of images that his brain sorted out logically, before allowing reality to set in.

A black shape flying passed Knud's face, as Knud was yanked away from where he had stood.

Knud's sword blade being thrown awkwardly, turning in to a blow with the flat on Torygan's temple, felling the mage.

A spinning vision of the keep, odd orange light at the top.

A huge, moving shadow to the rear of the keep - the keep gate slamming shut once more, the deep rich black of the mountain pass replaced by the flat, textured black of the gate..

The sight of Odel, standing sideways, Tor, Billie and Mullak pulling the defeated knight back away from the bloody scene.


And then Knud felt the pain in his shield arm, the shield arm he had just fell upon, undoubtedly broken. The ranger writhed in agony, undoubtedly pulling at his bandages on his stomach. His vision tunnelled again, with one last vision of the concerned face of Lieutenant Tor yelling orders while looking to Knud and holding an unresisting Odel tightly.

And then it went black.



OOC: And with those five words, I end the game! Not really, of course. Is Torygan dead? If not, what will be his fate? What will be the fate of Odel? Will all be forgiven, or will the knight wish he had died fighting the Nadziran? Is Knud just reasting, or had he bravely given his life?

Join me in the second part of the epilgogue for all the answers!